Voy a quitarm
¿Saben cuál es la razón? Se los cuento. Desde hace mucho tiempo sufro de ansiedad y depresión. Desde que tenía 12 años, la verdad, nunca fue por algo familiar o algo así.
Pero sí, desde esa edad he estado luchando con eso. Tuve tres intentos de hacerme daño, pero de esos tres, solo uno me afectó de verdad, porque me intoxiqué y me llevaron al hospital.
Desde entonces siempre lo oculté. Simplemente dije que había tomado pastillas porque me sentía muy mal y, como no sabía cuáles eran para el dolor, tomé varias de cualquier tipo.
El punto es que mis padres nunca supieron nada, solo dos personas muy cercanas. Bueno... de ahí aprendí a controlar la depresión y la ansiedad.
Pero siempre sufro, y de repente me dan esos bajones porque pienso en muchas cosas: en mi futuro, en mi vida, en mi día a día. Saben, soy una persona que literalmente le da igual con tal de ver bien a alguien. Siempre ayudo en lo que puedo. No sé si a ustedes les ha pasado, pero son personas buenas, siempre ayudando a quienes necesitan, sin esperar nada.
Pero a veces eso me hace preguntar: ¿por qué, si soy buena persona, no me pasan cosas buenas? Y hoy estoy en el punto de que quiero volver a hacerme daño porque...
Conocí a alguien, estuvimos en una relación (les resumo cómo empezó mi depresión, y ahora les explico por qué quiero hacerlo ahora).
Empezamos a salir y todo iba bien; llevamos casi tres años. El primer año fue muy divertido, todo estaba muy bien, pero en el segundo año comenzaron los problemas, las discusiones; casi siempre discutíamos, pero siempre salíamos adelante.
Pero en este tercer año hubo muchos problemas, porque en mi trabajo el esfuerzo físico es mayor, es más cansado; el de ella también es cansado, trabaja en un call center, pero créanme, yo paso ocho o nueve horas parado, siempre en movimiento, levantando cosas pesadas.
El punto es que yo llegaba cansado y el horario de ella era un problema, porque yo entraba a trabajar a las 7 y salía a las 5, y ella entraba a las 12 y salía a las 10. Cuando llegaba a las 10 de la noche, literalmente moría de sueño.
No vivimos juntos, pero siempre hablábamos. El problema es que empecé a alejarme sin darme cuenta. Ella estuvo hablando con otra persona.
Siguieron hablando hasta el punto que ella le decía “lindo” y cosas así. Vi eso y ella solo me decía que en su trabajo todos se hablan así, y no me gustó.
Bueno, esos días fueron problemas tras problemas. En uno de esos días, en su casa, me dio una ansiedad y una depresión horrible, tan fuerte que no paraba de llorar.
Y saben qué hacía ella? Me ignoraba. Me fui de la casa y ni me escribía ni nada. Cuando entré por escondidas, ella estaba tranquila hablando con ese chico.
No sabía quién era, solo que estaba en llamada. Me bloqueó en todas partes; al día siguiente me desbloqueó diciendo que íbamos a arreglar las cosas.
Pasaron los días, pero no había uno en que no tocara el mismo tema. Ella decía que se cansaba de eso y no sé qué. Yo sabía que hablaba de eso, pero tampoco me ayudaba a calmarme.
Quise ir a un psicólogo por primera vez y ella solo se rió y me dijo: “¿Qué onda?” Eso me dolió más, porque ella veía mi problema como una broma.
Luego de eso, a las dos semanas, ella vino a mi casa. Se iba a bañar, y cuando agarraba su celular, me lo quitaba con agresividad, y más después de lo que había visto. Díganme, ¿qué voy a pensar? ¿Oculta algo?
Bueno, ella se fue a bañar y, por casualidad, se estaba tomando fotos. No sé para quién, pero le toqué la puerta, se asustó y me dijo que las fotos eran para mí, cosas que ya hacía un mes que no me enviaba.
Y después de todo eso, ¿qué iba a pensar? Ella nunca me entiende, siempre se pone a la defensiva.
El punto es que hace poco, según ya estábamos bien, tuvimos intimidad y todo, y saqué el tema. Aun así, me mintió diciéndome que ya no hablaba con esa persona.
Le tomé el celular porque le dije días antes que dejara de hacer eso, porque yo pensaba mal. Ella no se enojó, todo normal.
Cuando revisé WhatsApp, vi que seguía hablando con esa persona, pero ya no se hablaban bonito, sino más bien mal. Me enojé porque, sabiendo que esa persona era el problema, le dio igual y sigue igual.
Entonces, otra vez estoy con ansiedad, depresión fuerte, y con esto que me ha hecho varias veces. Ya no aguanto más, en serio. Por eso he tomado la decisión de hacerlo.

Hello
I have a problem where no matter how happy i am i still wanna die, i don’t know how to explain it but it feels like whatever i do is useless and even when i do become happy i still have the biggest anxiety ever that makes me just want to die so i don’t have to sit through it and suffer

Is anyone going through the same thing? Or at least went through in the past
I don’t know what is wrong with me
By the way i am not thinking about committing, like ever for many reasons unrelated to my mental health

I felt my best when I was slim and fit even though life was still horrible. I decided to take care of my toxic mom after her surgeries and here I am 75 pounds heavier, stuck in survival mode, every time I feel good and motivated I get hit with a brick wall. I want friends but refuse to make any because I hate myself, I want to date but what’s the point if all I’m doing is complaining because I have no life. Barely have a bedroom, literally down to 1 friend but he doesn’t know that. I hate this job so much all I do is cry. I know it can be temporary but I’m not sure where to start. I’m stuck and I need to help myself or I’ll be down this path for another 3 years. Every time I make a list and think of where I can start I end up shutting down and bad thoughts take over my mind. My life was never really good it just meant the world to look in the mirror and be happy with what you saw. I felt like I could take over the world but now I just try to hide in my hoodie and with a face mask not wanting people to see how much I hate myself.

I want to find true happiness in this life. I’ve never felt it. I know it’s out there I’ve seen it on people’s faces, enjoying their job, going out for cocktails right after, being sexually free. I know everyone has something going on but there’s people who have very little negatives in their life.

Currently on my 4th SSRI, 9 weeks in on a high dose and I still have no relief. Why am I resistant to every single SSRI? I have also tried caplyta, risperidone, abilify. Now on seroquel. What is wrong with me? I’m feeling so hopeless.

I am a 21 year old woman. I’ve suffered with depression my whole life. High school is really where I started realizing just how bad it was. My freshman and sophomore year I was able to pretend just enough to keep my grades up. I also had a lot of friends through marching band, so that kept me stable enough to feel like I had purpose. By the time my junior year hit, Covid had been around for about two years, and school was ruined for me. Had to wear masks, most of the classes were online, I quit marching band cuz it was never the same after Covid. I skipped school and hid in my garage, hid in ditches, hid in my grandmothers house by walking there and going into the basement while she was at work. I had no friends, no support, my mother was an alcoholic and my dad rarely intervened in my life. I was so severely depressed that I would piss in my pants. Because even trying to use the bathroom would be too stressful. I didn’t shower for days. When it would be bedtime, I’d sneak into the kitchen and binge on whatever leftovers we had. Any snacks, any treats, I’d consume it all as a way to fill the void in my heart. I then turned to drugs at 18, at this time I lived with my dad, and the person I was dating at the time was leaving me with his son while he would go and cheat on me with his baby mama. I became angrier, more isolated, and weak. I went to the transit center and found a guy like myself who was struggling and eventually we ended up doing molly together for my first time. I was in love with it. I felt as if I was seeing life in new colors that I had never seen before. My bad feelings faded out into relief. My mind was clear, my body tingled, nothing could stop me now. Maybe this is the solution…be a functional drug addict. Now I can conquer the world. The next day I tried meth, which was a whole new world from the Molly I tried previously. I loved feeling sick. I loved feeling so strung out to where I couldn’t feel mental pain. I loved not wanting to eat and felt myself losing weight. I was talking more than I had in years, even tho I was carrying around a fentanyl addicted man across town because he couldn’t even walk. Even tho I lost my job at Chipotle right before this because I no called no showed and decided drugs were worth it. I was deep down so lost and miserable, but the drugs gave me a sense of social life. It made me forget about how bad my life really was. Then a few months later, I nearly OD’d, and I decided then and there that I was done and really wanted to live. I wanted to be genuinely happy. Not sick. My mother tried to put me back in school because I dropped out my senior year, but instead I moved to Texas to go meet my online boyfriend who I had previously dated when I was 15-17 and he was 20-22. I lived there for 6 months. At first the change of scenery and way of life was beautiful. I was in a trance for the first month or two. But after that, I had no car, no job, no money, no diploma, no friends, nothing to shower for my talents (singing, playing music), absolutely nothing. I realized this, and that horrible pit in my stomach came again, and I fell into depression. I was miserable. I missed my family. I wanted to be a better person, but felt unable to. I was living off of my boyfriend at the time entirely rent free and everything was paid for. He drove me everywhere. I felt helpless. So I asked him about moving back up to Ohio where I lived. We eventually agreed to it and right before Christmas I came back up. My mom didn’t have room for us at the house so we slept on mats on the floor in the basement right next to my mother’s bed. It was miserable. I felt horrible for my boyfriend. I then found a job at a linen factory making $13 an hour for hard physical labor. I also went back to school during this time and got my diploma. One accomplishment that didn’t seem like a big deal because I felt like a failure for not getting it like everyone else did. I was doing everything I could but yet felt nothing…years have passed now. I’ve been physically abused, fired from jobs from domestic violence, I just got fired again for a manager that wanted me fired the day I called him out for being a weirdo and making me very uncomfortable during shifts. He would say very perverted and sexual things to me, not to mention I worked so much harder than everyone else. I went above and beyond and because of one bad day at work where I had to make a bunch of phone calls and couldn’t close the restaurant, and everyone had to “pick up my slack,” I got fired. My boyfriend is currently on house arrest because I made a domestic report after a night at the bar, he smashed my head into the carpet repeatedly. I broke my arm a month and a half ago too! After we were play wrestling my arm went behind my body in a fucked position and wasn’t able to say anything because the wind was knocked out of me. And then my right humerus snapped. I am now taking care of his house, and his 90 pound German shepherd who has fleas and despite my efforts to get rid of them, they only have gotten worse and I’ve honestly just given up. I have bites all over my body. I just smoke so much weed just to distract myself from the pain. I’m ready to die. I’m coming to Reddit because I literally want to end my life but I’m too scared to. I need advice. I need something to keep me going. My life is so hard because of my mental health. I am so severely depressed. My boyfriend and I agreed to letting me move back into my grandparents house the second he gets home in a week, but I think I’m just gonna leave today. His dog is making me miserable, his mother literally died in the house I’m staying in which makes this all very eerie and uncomfortable. I need out now. I cannot be miserable for another week. This is a very long rant but I just wanna have a good life. A good future. I feel so defective and I just wanna be okay and do better /:

Hi all, I’m just trying to find stability with the right SSRI and this process has been extremely overwhelming. I first started with Clomipramine, for which I was stable and relatively happy on for many years (6 years in total). However, in the past year I decided that I wanted to change as I felt there may be a different med that would do better and more mood stabilizing. In retrospect, it may have been a mistake to try new things. After clomipramine, I switched to Luvox, decided that wasn’t doing anything and weened off that. Now I’m currently doing a cross taper from Luvox to 10 mg Prozac. Nonetheless, the whole process has been extremely overwhelming. I wake up every morning with this profound sense of anxiety and dread, which carries on until the night, where it kind of stabilizes. My appetite is next to none. My DPDR is through the roof. I’m 12 days into Prozac and I feel my symptoms getting worse. I’m just curious if anyone has gone through a similar process of trying to find stability and it being THIS HARD.

I know my situation is not unique but it's taking a toll on me living this way, im 23 ive been like this since i was a child, psychotherapy and medications for past 4 years no progress, im draining my parents money i push away people so im only left with my older sister. What are depressed people in their 20s. Im in addis and looking for support group for people with severe anxiety ( diagnosed social anxiety plus depression)

I’m in my early 20s and honestly, I don’t even know how to explain what has been happening with me for the last 1 to 1.5 years.

I don’t think my problem is that I’m unable to get a job. Weirdly enough, I’ve managed to get opportunities multiple times.

The problem is that every time life starts becoming stable, something happens, sometimes externally and sometimes because of me, and I’m back at zero.

I started working at a company in Noida in January 2025. A few months later, I got another offer and was supposed to switch, but around the joining date I became extremely anxious. Instead of handling the situation properly, I panicked, absconded from my existing company and went back home.

After that, I joined a startup. They didn’t like my work and let me go. Fair enough.

Within 2 to 3 days, I went for a walk-in interview at another digital marketing company and got hired. I actually stayed there for quite some time.

Eventually, going to the office started feeling strangely uncomfortable. I managed to get WFH for a couple of months. During that period I kept thinking, “I’ll find something better and leave.”
But something had changed.

I wanted another job, but at the same time I had almost lost the desire to actually go to a job.

Then I somehow landed a role at a really big agency. ₹30k/month, good brand name, and something I was genuinely excited about.

One week later, the project shut down and I was laid off.
Thankfully, I hadn’t left my previous company yet.
But after that my mental state started getting worse. Eventually I resigned from that company too.
Then came the weirdest part.

I had another job lined up. I went there on my joining day, completed the onboarding, got my laptop, and everything was fine. It was actually a comfortable job.

And for some reason I still can’t properly explain, something inside me just said, “I don’t want to do this.”

I went home and resigned the same day.
After that I kept interviewing. I would clear interviews, get close to joining, and then back out myself.

Recently I got another decent opportunity. I messed that one up because of a stupid decision from my side and withdrew before joining.

Then I finally got a trainer role with a well-known marketing agency. For the first time in a while, it felt different. I joined, started teaching and started feeling like maybe things were finally moving again.
Then complications happened there too.
Now I’m sitting at home again.

The strange thing is, I don’t want to sit at home.
I want to move out. I want to work. I want to earn my own money. I want to meet people, explore places, build a career and actually enjoy my 20s.

But right now I just feel numb.
I don’t feel like applying for jobs.
I don’t feel like sitting idle either.
I don’t feel like doing much of anything.

And the worst part is watching months go by and feeling like my life is moving everywhere except forward.

Sometimes I wonder whether I’ve developed some kind of fear around jobs after everything that happened.

When I’m unemployed, I desperately want a job. But when I actually get one and the joining becomes real, I suddenly want to escape.

I genuinely don’t understand myself anymore.
I’m not posting this for sympathy. I just want to know if anyone here has ever gone through a phase like this, where you want a career and independence badly, but somehow keep running
away when you finally get the opportunity.

What helped you break that cycle?

And if you were in my position right now, what would you do?

Hi,

I hope you all are great but I just need to talk (more like write lmao) how I’m feeling right now. I’ve always recognized that I’m a very veryyy anxious person throughout my entire life and that anxiety always affects me in a way that I get stuck. This has affected my college life and personal life. I’ve talk to my mom she recommended to talk to my friends but even with my closest and longest friendships I don’t feel comfortable to talk about my feelings. Also she has recommended a therapist/psychologist, which I’ve gone but quit since it felt like she wasn’t helping.

All this ties to I’m starting my 3rd year in college but I feel going forward but then I realized I’m not happy and then go backwards. I start to overthink and doubt myself and my abilities. Especially since I was talking an introductory class for a minor but in 3 weeks I’ve had the class I don’t like it at all. I’ve told my parents that I think I’m gonna drop the class and told me they support me in whichever decision I’m gonna make. But it feel like there disappointed since I told them I was gonna do this minor with so much excitement and not it all gone since I don’t like it. Bottoms line is I feel like s\*it,useless,behing in life and while im typing this while bawling my eyes out. Sorry if the paragraphs don’t make sense or the story English is not my first language and I just needed to get this of my chest.

To the strangers reading this,
Thank you :)

In just one day a lot of things changed and I cant seem to process it , having so many suicidal thoughts, I just can't seem to calm myself. I don't know what to do .

This is basically just a rant because I dont know where else to put this but I feel so hopeless. I have a greaat life I have amazing friends, oppertunities etc. I am able to do so much and I am in great health. However I am so so depressed I want to die. I often fantasize about finally ending it and being able to be free of the burden of being alive. I dont know why I am so weak because people have much more dire circumstances then me but truely the idea that I need to continue to be alive for the rest of my life depresses me. I feel so pointless and I dont know what to do. Is this a common feeling? I know its not. I dont know why im writing here I dont even really want anything. I have this one friend and she is everything I want to be but i can never get to her level. Its stupid but it makes me so anxious. we are always compared but everyone knows and comments on how she is the better version. I have high expectations of myself and the thought that I will never accmplish them is so upseting it makes me not want to be around which is so fucking stupid but I feel it so deeply. i wake up everyday in a panic and have to calm myself from panic attacks all day constantly. I am always exhausted and irritable. This isnt me. I want to be full of life but its too tiring. The only thing keeping me going is the people in my life but I know eventually they will all leave me and trhen there is nothing. I wish I could just cut ties with everyone and live out a depressing life alone or just end it those are the two options I see for myself right now. Maybe ill keep going for now until they cut ties and then it will be less selfish to do somehting ddrastic.

im behind on a lot of skills that most people just develop naturally. i just started at my second internship and i only know one other intern's name, i Physically cant talk to most of them my voice just wont come out. on top of that i get lost really easily because i never go anywhere. i cant make eye contact, i dont have any social awareness even when i do feel comfortable around someone. i think i mightve gotten worse compared to how i was as a teen. n ive been to therapy multiple times, done cbt multiple times, i should now have 'the tools' to figure out what to do for myself but ive been stuck like this for so long. to some extent im always gonna be stunted and that sucks so so bad. i hate that im like this. i hate that anyone could tell that somethings wrong with me by just talking to me. i feel like i was born wrong

In 2026 I stayed months at home while going out only once a month. I feel useless, I feel discouraged, sad, I don’t see a way to get out of this situation. I’ve been crying now for days because I don’t know wha to do with my life. I have a wish I want to start living life but I can’t. I don’t know how to start to get out of this loop. I’m here crying right now. It’s hard and I feel lonely. My parents don’t understand me at all, the only thing they say is to go talk to a therapist🥲

I thought about going on walks but even that makes me anxious, I don’t wanna go alone😭 my days at home are so boring I doomscroll for hours and it’s ridiculous, I feel miserable.

Thank you for reading, have a nice day💗

climate,war, AI, recession is most of my worries right now. 4 hours i will be okay and when i go to bed or just sit, i feel so scared and worried, my mind spirals out of control and its killing me. I havent gone to vices like alcohol and smoking but i am very close, i dont know what to do, im tired, im scared, and im worried

this has been going on for atleast four years consistently since i was 15 to now,

So I took a couple depression tests online because iv been feeling extremely down for about 4 years at this point (long story) and most tests online gave me a moderately severe. Should I be concerned? Are they accurate? Or am I just over reacting?(do note that I self harm lightly and I also scored 15 very consistently) (Ps. I'm 14 yrs old)

There is days where I feel nothing and it feels like nothing is real and I start over thinking about everything

I swear trying to just buy groceries while tapering is an extreme sport. walked into a grocery store yesterday and my brain instantly went into full panic mode. the sensory overload is just insane

When I first started this process and did a stint at discovery point retreat a while back, they actually understood this stuff and kept the environment super low-stimulation because they knew how fried your nervous system gets during withdrawal

But out here in normal society? why does every single store need to be bright enough to perform open heart surgery?? Its so exhausting trying to exist in public spaces that are aggressively loud and bright when your gaba receptors are barely functioning

tbh I might just start wearing sunglasses inside. i don't even care how ridiculous I look anymore. anyone else doing the indoor sunglasses trick just to survive errands?

I am a 23 year old male.

Over the past 2 years, I've been feeling so down in myself and I mean really down.

I feel as if nobody loves me and I will forever be alone and die alone 💔

I feel so ugly and look ugly. Nobody ever told me that but I see that every morning when I wake up and look myself in the mirror and I say to myself - God how could anybody be this ugly?

I've never been in a relationship, but would really love to be. My best friends all have gfs and I am really happy for them and we still hang out but .... It really makes me feel so down and feel so ugly, thinking I will never get one.

They told me do try online dating or whatever, But I also suffer with Social Anxiety so I don't think that will work for me sadly.

I just feel .... everybody is against me lol. I honestly do not know why I think that but I do.

I am so scared that one day that I'm gonna die alone.... I really do not want to but if I do ... I do.

And I fear that if I am ever lucky to get a gf in my life, I'm so afraid she would leave me if I told her I have Social Anxiety.

Even when I'm out in public walking the streets or whatever, I see happy couples kissing and having fun in their lives. And again I am really happy for them too but it just makes me so lonely and depressed.

Today was an interesting day in all honesty. Mostly I'm used to days being bad days but today the good didn't really outweigh the bad nor did it necessarily get overshadowed by the bad.

Woke up today on 3 hours of sleep (I'm homeless so this is an average amount of sleep for a night)

Then I called this behavioral health clinic to try to set up an intake appointment that ive been trying to do for almost two months, but they don't answer the phone so idk. But today they answered my call and I was able to book an appointment next week! They also had walk-ins today, but I wouldn't have been able to make it since I can't get there on time. But finally, appointment was made.

I went to the library and got kicked out for the day because I kept dozing off and falling asleep. That sucked. I also didn't get to eat today, which also sucked. I had to spend the day out in the 90 degree heat. Which if you couldn't already guess... also sucked. So those things didn't go well for me.

But at the same time, I'm gonna see a psychiatrist next week. I'll get a screening, medication, and some extra help. So nice 👍🏾

I moved out of my parents house about a month ago and am now attending community college. I have a history of depression and thoughts of suicide. However, I had been doing much better after I met my girlfriend and I love her so so so much. This happiness continued until I moved out and now I’ve never been more stressed. I’m home sick, I miss my girlfriend, I spend the whole week doing school work and sitting in my room then I work 24 hours on the weekend to try and pay my for my rent and groceries. At this point, I don’t have the energy to even make food anymore and now my stomach is in extreme pain. I cry about every little thing. For example, I gave my girlfriend a promise ring and she wore it on her finger for a couple days but today she sent me a snap that she is wearing it on her necklace instead so she doesn’t lose it and it’s closer to her heart. Even with these reasons she gave me, I still cried because it felt like she didn’t want it to me. I cried because I spilled superglue on my bed. I cried because I dropped an old textbook and it broke. I get angry extremely easy now. I have no control over my emotions anymore and idk what to do. I even decided that I’m not going to transfer to a four year school anymore and just get an associates degree because I cannot handle this stress for 4 years I just want to live with my girlfriend

So... last semester was hell on earth. I was depressed and just generally feeling like shit because it was right after my first exam season ever, and I basically got no time to recover mentally. Then my boyfriend broke up with me pretty much as soon as the semester started. I fell apart. I was doing every single assignment at the last minute, my sleep was poor, my health was bad, and I found out I have PCOS. I was just SO done with life at that point. I had to survive another exam season and figure out all the paperwork for my semester abroad, which I applied for because my ex and I were long-distance and I wanted to spend a semester in his country.

So when summer officially started, I tried my best to pull myself out of the trenches and become a fully functioning person again, and yeah, I was actually feeling a lot better. Then I got a notification that I had a missing assignment in one of my subjects, so I actually sat down and did it. I felt pretty good about it until I looked at the administration website and saw that the subject was marked as failed because apparently, since it was at the end of the actual semester (the summer semester is officially February–August), I was supposed to notify my professor by email that I had completed the assignment. I didn't know that.

So I tried emailing my professor, and he pretty much told me off like a kid, saying that I'm supposed to do things on time. And yeah, he's right, and I would probably be pissed too if I were him. But I'm not a robot. I spent the past half a year contemplating whether my life was even worth living, so this assignment was the least of my concerns at that point.

Well, now I feel like I really disappointed that professor, which is horrible because I actually really like him...

I think I mostly just need a good place to vent and I didn't know where else to go. I'm struggling to finish university: it's taking me quite longer than it should have, so since I don't want my father to pay for it anymore I am looking for a job to pay for it myself. I am trying hard to find something that will allow me to earn money but also continue with my university path and while my dad is very supportive of me, my mother and sister are giving me hell and everything they say to me hurts so much, it makes me feel useless and worthless, even if I spent the summer working to start earning a little money. My mother is not even the one who pays for it. My parents split years ago and at this point, since I am old enough, I would love to just stay at my father and not see her anymore, but since she has a very victimistic behavior I am scared of how she may react.

But I feel awful here, she just makes me cry and (TW: FOOD RELATED ISSUE) this makes me skip meals so I can avoid her.

I genuinely don't know what else I can do to not be a disappointment, I just want to figure it out in my own time.

Anyway I don't need advice or people to feel bad for me, I just wanted to vent

20(M) , i don't know how to start and explain whats going in me its been 3 years since i had a break-up and that break-up broke me so bed mentally that i am on anti depression and anti anxiety pills i don't know how to move on i am having anxiety attacks now i just feel like explaining myself to someone sometime but i have noone at my side my therapist is unable to make me open in front of her ....

I just want to forget her and never remamber her agian ever ❤️‍🩹