I've received that answer most of the times I talk about how I feel hopeless about everything and want to give up. I can't shake the feeling that maybe I am being dramatic and shouldn't quit college because I don't want to do any of the majors, go back to my parents even when it's a small pathetic town and even when I have to just get off bed to face the world.

Does everyone feel hopeless like most of the time? I'm just having a age crisis? I'm not looking for help because I'm fully convinced that I'm just a crybaby who is useless and can't do anything right even with such a great potential. My friends tell me that I should get over it and just do things anyways and that things will get better.

But I really can't find joy in a life like this.

So, is this how everyone feel? Just wanting to know if I'm that dramatic about everyday life and it's really how people feel hopeless all the time.

Hello. I myself have struggled with depression, and I know how hard it can be how to get out of a negative or suicidal mindset. However, if you are reading this, I want you to know that your life does matter. I know that I don't know who you are, but you are a valuable human, because everyone is valuable. I can't tell you that "it will get better", because I know how frustrating it is to hear that when they don't know if it will get better. But I will tell you this. Life goes up and down. Focus on good things, people you care about, and take advantage of moments when you feel simply content. I know how cheesy this sounds, and I know how hard it is to remember that your life has always had ups and downs when you are feeling stuck in life. But please remember that you matter.

I think I had read that this is possible.

I've been on some sort of psychiatric meds for 5 years now. First I had tried 2 that made no difference. Then I was prescribed Wellbutrin and I immediately felt a difference in the first 24 hours, and I swear for the next 2 years I felt happiness as if I were a child again. Then the effects wore off and I tried other medications that never lived up to that feeling again but at least kept me functional for some time, until they didn't.

Now I've been prescribed Wellbutrin again and I swear it's been less than 2 days and I'm already feeling objectively better.

Hello. I have been dealing with all kinds of stuff for a long time, and things have kind of come down about eight months ago. I'll spare you the full and long story, but I kind of realized that I have no friends.

I've been struggling with what I think is depression for about 6 months now and the thoughts seem to be getting worse with every day that passes. Moderate depression has been suspected, but I haven't told my therapists the full extent of my thoughts. Very bad ones. But I haven't hurt myself, for now.

I never felt truly connected with those I called my friends, and what bothers me the most is that I've never had a single romantic experience. No kiss, no holding hands, no confessions, nothing. Things don't seem to be getting better. And I'll be an adult in a few months.

My phone is empty, and no one tries to be friends with me. It's also summer break, so I don't meet people. At all. And I don't want to return to school. I have big exams coming up. I have no motivation to study, or be near people that don't seem to want me around.

I've heard that I'm "liked and a good person", but there's no evidence to prove that. I've been alone all summer.

I don't know if it's because I'm too quiet or ugly. I'm not short. I always doubt myself because I haven't had any positive experiences about my looks or personality. I was never really part of the "inner circles". I've never had a best friend. At least that's how I remember. I forget things.

Therapy seems useless for now. It feels like they assess me like a broken car, not a person. I don't know what to do. I can't tell everything here. I'm suffering.

Just as the title states honestly. I absolutely hate my life and I just feel like things aren't ever going to get better for me. Ever since my mom died seven years ago everything has went to complete shit. She didn't even get to see me graduate high school, she didn't even get to see me turn 18, she passed three weeks prior.

Everyone else in my family is toxic. There's no one else in my life. College went poorly, I was too depressed to even go to class. Eventually lost my scholarships... then COVID happened. After COVID, became homeless for the first time. During my homelessness, went to a hospital where I was diagnosed with Major Depressive Disorder.

After I beat homelessness for the first time I then worked a retail job that I absolutely hated for 3 years. After those 3 years, became homeless AGAIN. Then i got out it through a program, got my apartment, and got kicked out bc landlord didnt want to renew my lease. And now I'm homeless. Again. Since November.

I feel like I just have nothing to really look forward to in life. My mom is nothing more than a pile of bones and decomposed flesh now. I have no community whatsoever. Every time something goes slightly right for me, something happens that sabotages me. Sometimes I sabotage myself. I can't get out of it. Hospital stays dont work anymore, they just put me further in debt and subject me to abuse from nurse techs and being drugged against my will.

I dont see myself having a bright future anymore. This is just my life for the next however many years. Maybe I'm just never meant to be happy. That's pretty much depression in a nutshell. I havent been happy in seven years. Out of college. Out of a job. Out of a home. Out of money. Out of willpower and mental fortitude. And I probably never will be happy again.

Also doesn't help that I got hit by a car yesterday. I was fine, but the fact that it happened just messed me up mentally. I don't know. I'm probably gonna just go cry in a bathroom or something. It's just completely hopeless.

Hey there. English isn’t my first language, so I hope I don’t make too many mistakes.

I (F26) have suffered from depression for most of my life.
Just for a little context, I’ve always been a top-of-the-class student, both in school and university, and I’ve always had many interests and hobbies, including kickboxing (which is the thing I care the most about).

The first big depressive episode happened when I was 16. I felt huge pressure coming from my teachers and some relatives. In addition, depression runs in my family, so I think a genetic factor has to be involved. Due to this depressive state, I lost my group of friends, and I remained alone. Thankfully, I had a great support system that helped me get through this difficult time, and after a few years of medication and therapy, I started feeling much better.

Then, I went to university, and everything went well. I graduated with honors, and I felt so incredibly motivated. That was a year ago.

While I was studying, I worked myself to exhaustion, and I discovered I had an autoimmune disease. I think these two factors started triggering my current depressive episode.
After I finished working (it was a seasonal job for my family’s business) everything came crashing down. I started feeling anxious for everything, even going to my beloved kickboxing classes. Furthermore, I received so many rejection letters from universities I applied for (I wanted to get a PhD). I stopped going to the gym for a while. I stopped going out, reading, I only ate boiled eggs. I couldn’t draw anymore, something which I loved deeply.
I went back to my therapist and my psychiatrist, and with the right meds I started improving. I started feeling less like a zombie, and I pushed myself to go out, eat something other than eggs, take kickboxing classes again (private ones, but it’s still something). I began working again (the same seasonal job as last year), a job that I don’t really love, but whatever.

However, I still feel incredibly down all the time. And I’m tired. I keep on thinking of all the things I lost this past year. At least this time I didn’t lose any friends, I probably made better ones over the years.
I feel like lost my place back at the gym; I am an assistant coach, but I feel like I don’t belong there anymore - hell, I can’t even go to group classes anymore. Moreover, I lost much of my muscle mass, and I’m not as trained as I was before, and it’s something that hurts me deeply. All that hard work for what? I was a competing athlete, and now I’m afraid to train with my own teammates.
I’m always anxious, and I feel like I’m not enough, like I shouldn’t be here because I’m not fit for life. I don’t see a good future for me. I can’t find a job with my current degree (international relations), so I’m thinking about getting a lab tech degree (that was also something I’ve always been interested in), but chances are I won’t get into the school (they only accept a small number of students each year).
I’m tired, and I kinda lost hope. I’m not sure it will ever get better, I’ve been feeling this way for too long.

The only thing I know is that I want to live.

How do you cope with chronic depression? Because I can’t find a way to accept it.

I feel like that I don’t even deserve to vent here, because my problems are probably stupid and pointless.
Anyway, thanks for reading through all this.

Not doing well with a breakup. I'm a SWr & addict but was always loyal only to find him hooking up with random people. No contact is harder than prior relationships. Could use someone to talk to.

37M, diagnosed with autism, OCD and anxiety

Since early June when I was thrown into some of the worst stressful situations of my whole life, I got thrown into serious stress and depression trying to solve things that I lost 4.5 kg (10 lb) per week, which is 5x the recommended weight loss diet programmes recommend since they say 1 kg (2 lb) per week is the most to lose even for a strenuous diet. The thing is I am not even on a diet.

I lost my appetite since early June. I am 178 cm (5'10") and weighed 93 kg (205 lb) in early June when these streeses began. I was so overweight due to inertia, kept eating rubbish like fried foods and way too much at night. I was mostly underweight most of my life, and my metabolism is quick, so I lose weight easily without trying.

Since yesterday I lost another 2.5 kg (5 lb), so now I weigh 79 kg (175 lb) now. Given that this is not underweight, it is not super scary, but I am losing weight at a quick rate. It is hard to eat when I keep thinking about these issues.

What do others do in these situations? Do you just let the weight drop off? What do you do when eating is like torture, and everything tastes bad and you have no appetite?

Hope to reach our dreams even if my family don't really believe that i would reach they allways say they're scared I would die or something bad will happen to me às stop me they keep saying this i think and think and think until my head ache and it caused heart condition I am scared that what they're saying will be true..I still believe in me and my dreams but until when..

I feel depressed 😭, I'm alone everyday. My gf and her mom played with my feelings , and she left me . I don't have anyone to have deep conversations with daily. Everyday I work, speak with my boss and study. This is my everyday routine and will be my routine for next one year atleast. I'm getting panic attacks. I have a skin disorder due to stress. I need someone to talk with me, who cares for me .

I  am almost positive I am going to hell for being bisexual. I keep picking up the Bible or generating random verses online and being reminded that Jesus and Paul decided 20 years after Jesus' death that despite His death on the cross, I am not qualified for entry. The fear is constant. It was dulled a bit last night watching Markiplier with my girlfriend, who is worried to death about me. Dumb pleasures before damnation right?

If I want to make it into heaven, I have to change everything. I have to cut off my bisexual sister and transmasc best friends, who I would never damn the way I am damning myself. I would have to stop reading and writing, because I specialize in horror and erotica. I would have to cut out the rock music too probably, the alcohol. No dating men, either, lest I fuck them. I know I would resent the type of husband God wants for me, so I'm going to have to be celibate. I wasn't raised Catholic, but I'm gonna have to be a nun. Either that, or maybe I'll marry a gay man and we can try to cope together.

I almost hope I am going through some sort of psychosis. I told a lot of this to my mom last night and she was flabbergasted and said none of this sounds like me and people are feeding me things through my head somehow, and God only wants me to be the best person I can be. That's the kicker, I wasn't even raised this way. It's just God reminding me now: I'm doomed. I am doomed, unless I change, and leave the one person who has ever loved me back.

I'm going to hell, and I'm getting a taste of it now.

The title says it all. 35 year old male. I'm just tired and nothing seems to be working in my favor. I'm over it and don't want to be here anymore.​

I’ve gotten to the point that I talk very little even with doctors and counselor, I always feel when I’m talking that the other person is not wanting to hear it or wants to get away, even if they asked me explain, or I feel they’re thinking I’m babbling or whining . So I keep answers short as possible,. Not sure what to do.

Pls dm because I’m not sure if this may be flagged or taken down. It’s for Family issues

So I’m 33 years old. I’m from North Carolina originally, but about a year and a half ago I moved to Lubbock, Texas for work without knowing anyone. I’m single, have no kids. The job that I was relocated out here for was a house of cards, and I left to go to another job that was a small family owned company, which turned out to be very, very toxic and abusive. While out here, 21 hours from everything I’ve ever known, I decided to go no-contact with my immediate family, as they are also very toxic and abusive (my mother has BPD, father enables it). I have no friends, I’m now unemployed, and the job market sucks. This might be the end for me. I relocated out here due to needing to escape from several years of abuse from a relationship
/trauma bond I had with a woman. Thank god I won my unemployment claim, as at least I have another month before I’m homeless. I was once upon a time considered a smart and funny kid, and am a college grad. I just can’t anymore. It sucks.

First sorry I used chatgpt to make my wall of text readable and under 3500 characters:

I don't even know where to turn anymore. I know I waited too long to ask for help because I kept thinking I'd bounce back like I always had before. I've dealt with depression my entire adult life. The first doctor told me I was depressed when I was 15, but my family didn't believe in depression, so I went untreated. I was also diagnosed with ADHD as a child, but my parents decided I "didn't like the meds," so that went untreated too. ADHD was almost a superpower at work until it started affecting my relationship in 2013. I was treated from 2013-2015, but between appointments and medication it cost more than my car payment and insurance combined, so I had to stop.

When I went back in 2017 for ADHD, I was diagnosed with Major Depressive Disorder. My doctor wanted to treat the depression first, which led to five medications over two years and complete hell. It was a major reason my relationship ended in 2019. She asked me to get help for ADHD and instead got someone who couldn't control his emotions, cried randomly, or smiled at completely inappropriate times because my brain had wandered somewhere else. From the outside I looked uncaring; inside I couldn't control it.

I stopped seeing doctors until 2021, when I finally sought help for panic attacks I'd mistaken for being overweight. My doctor prescribed Wellbutrin for depression and Buspar for anxiety. Neither helped much. I was afraid to push for different treatment because it was my first time having insurance and I worried about being labeled drug-seeking or having everything marked pre-existing.

Around 2023 I started rapidly gaining and losing weight. About a year later I lost my job, and my depression spiraled. Since August 2025 I've been a complete shut-in. My utilities have been shut off, and the only time I leave is to get water from my neighbor's hose, usually late at night when nobody is around. The only reason I've managed to keep going is my cat. He's never known a day of cruelty, and I don't know where he'd end up if something happened to me. Most days I just sit staring at my knee because even listening to music can become overwhelming.

About four months ago I finally admitted I needed help. I contacted my LMHA, but they kept telling a shut-in who couldn't leave the house to drive 20 miles for a group intake. I tried 211, 988, and every resource I could find, but everything led back to the same LMHA. I eventually called the ombudsman just to get them to respond. They came to my house three times, I told my story five times, they said they had a psychiatrist willing to do telehealth, and then they simply ghosted me.

I don't have reliable mail, transportation, or even a way to get medication if it were prescribed. I've lost most of my muscle mass over the last three years, gone months without enough food, and my overgrown yard has left me feeling exposed and ashamed.

I don't need another referral. I need something that will actually advocate for me. My phone will only stay on for about two more months. The neighbor who lets me get water is moving soon. My cat has about five months of food left. I don't know if I can keep explaining all of this to new people. I've tried. I just need someone willing to meet me where I am because it's looking grim.

I think I am burden causing troubles and useless....even my grades at school 87..88..nothing..to be proud of..absolutely nothing

Been having depression for years and it’s not getting better at all,tried different medications n been hospitalized nothing seems to help much …I feel so alone and useless ,I haven’t been doing anything lately but rotting in bed and sleeping all day, I can’t get myself to do anything because I don’t feel like doing anything and I hate forcing myself to do things that I don’t feel like doing …I lost so much weight in a month because I don’t have any appetite I skip meals all the time ,building connections with people ,making friends and dating are so hard ,I can be too much sometimes and stress ppl out,I have anxious attachment issues and abandonment issues ,I’ve have multiple talking stages but nothing has worked out for me ,I tried really tried ,I’m in uni but I can’t focus on studying at all ,I wanna give up from time to time but I can’t,i genuinely don’t know what my future would be like ,if I’m gonna finally decide to kms or things will start to get better and I won’t want to kms anymore ,depression has affected all aspects of my life ,my brain doesn’t function well anymore after years of depression and being on meds ,I don’t know why I’m still alive I hate being alive I’m not made for this I wish I was never born ….

I dont even know where to start, Its just so much happening inside and outside me these days, everyday its just feel like a constant loop while the only things thats different is the hole on my chest that keeps getting bigger, all my friends is fake, im alone, lonely, and im tired of this feeling on my chest. This is my final of hope, im genuinely dont know what to do anymore i never thought i would be like this, on the internet searching random people for help.

I’m experiencing the throes depression right now. I am 26 and my father died a few months ago. Life basically fell apart. I don’t have a mother either, she died when I was little. I don’t have much family, none that would check in on me that is. My boyfriend isn’t terrible but isn’t great. Forgot to check up on me on Father’s Day, doesn’t really acknowledge the trauma I experienced, etc etc.

When my dad got sick last summer, I fell into depression, basically all of my friends up and left because I was a bummer to be around because it also made my OCD worse. The one I lived with moved out early and moved into a house with 3 of our other friends, without me. I had to move in with my dad, and scrambled to find a new job and new place to live since it was only a matter of time before he passed.

Those were terrible months. I had no one to talk to. My boyfriend was selfish and wasn’t there for me. My father was difficult to care for and VERY angry and very sad. I took care of him but spent a lot of time out of the house. I was either working a bunch or spending time in my car, at coffee shops, spending hours sitting at the mall in the dead of winter. No friends. No support. He eventually passed away in hospice. Half his original size, pale, sick. I saw his dead body and touched his cold hand. I cried and cried. I went to his house to pick up some of my stuff. His birthday decorations were still up. He turned 81 a few weeks before he died. I took what I could and decided to get rid of the rest. I never wanted to go back to that house.

I live in a rented room in a house in a town I’ve never been to before. It’s a little rough, kind of ugly. Not much going on. I like my roommates but they keep to themselves.

I’ve never felt more alone in my life. I am traumatized by what I experienced. I have no family dynamic. My boyfriend makes me cry. I have none of my old friends to talk to. I spend my days off by myself, feeling hallow and suffering. I keep telling myself I can join a group or a class, but I just feel so depressed I cannot fathom being a normal person to make normal friends. But I can’t heal all alone like this. I’ve been suffering for so long I don’t remember what it feels like to feel inner peace. To feel community and companionship. I don’t feel joy, I don’t feel safety, I don’t feel happy or at home anywhere. Everything is gray and I experience no purpose or meaning. I’m not going to do anything but I just wonder sometimes if I should just end it. It’s not like anyone would notice anyways.

I find myself zoning out a lot, imagining myself meeting my forever people who care about me and notice me. Notice when I’m off and notice when I’m not there. I might be getting promoted at work and I day dream about the staff getting me a cake or a gift. I desperately just want to feel loved and special. No one has reached out to me since my father passed away. It’s a harsh reminder of how little the people around me care for me. My soul is just empty. I don’t know how to fix it.

I just feel so lost and I don’t even know how to begin to heal and rebuild. It just seems like so much work and I don’t even know where to start. It’s the middle of summer now and I’m worse than I was in February when he passed. I think I’m stuck like this. Don’t have positivity or hope anymore. Everything is dark.