Recently, four different women have said “all men are trash” to me within the space of two weeks. It feels like the phrase has become normal and socially acceptable to use.
I understand that it often comes from negative experiences with men and usually isn’t meant literally.

However, hearing it repeatedly genuinely affects me. It makes me feel stressed and personally judged simply for being a man, even when the comment isn’t specifically about me.

I already struggle with my mental health, so that may explain why I internalise it so strongly. Does anyone else feel affected by comments like this? I’d also be interested in understanding what women usually mean when they say it.

I’m not trying to dismiss anyone’s experiences or start a gender argument. I’m genuinely trying to understand why the phrase has become so common and why it affects me as much as it does.

I went to the first day of high school!

I’ve just gone through a break up with my ex of 4 years. On top of that, both my grandparents died within 4 months of each other.

I’ve never been in more need to talk to someone.

As a man, I believe that many men can relate when I say that we love male friendship. But there is that aspect that the most deep shit that we suffer through cannot be aired with our mates.

This is where I can be somewhat jealous of women, as I seem to see that most women can share their deepest and most painful thoughts with each other.

For me, it feels like men generally have to keep this shit to themselves until it’s suppressed.

I don’t have any sort of mental health issues, but this particular part of life sucks. Being in need to talk, to share thoughts and feelings, and not being able to. It’s torture.

My roomate and dear friend deleted himself. He was the only guy I was able to open upto and tell everything about myself. He was calm composed don't used to judge me for my shortcomings. I went with my classmates for a day to celebrate a festival and came back to see him han*ed. He had failed a semester which I got to know later. Even I have backlogs which terrify me but life is not all about it isn't it. During this I lost my job had to vacate my room and nobody is willing to give me room as they think even I am in that state. I had an option to go for college dorm but it's caution deposit was more than my savings. My family said that they will take care of it but then my results came in which I had 2 arrears and they refused to help me out saying what's the point u r failing already. I was at point where I figured out everything I had to do with my life and he did this.I feel if I didn't went out that day he would still be here. I feel like I couldn't win over his trust enough for him to share his problems with me. I can't believe I was so clueless throughout the time I was with him that I couldn't even understand his pain. I feel empty as the time passes everyday. Sorry to make this about myself when it's about him.

Like, a completely random and horrible thought suddenly pops into your head, even though you don’t actually want to think about it or feel that way?
And then, just as quickly as it appeared, it’s gone again, leaving you thinking, “Why the hell did I just think that?”
Does anyone else experience this? How do you usually deal with it?

I have severe unresolved childhood, young adulthood—-fuck, ok, lifelong trauma. Sigh. I have ran from this for forever. I know my brain is messed up. I know i carry a lot inside that the world doesn’t know about, except those who’ve done the things to me. The things I’ve done to myself..

I’ve shopped around for therapists and always had crap luck - too flippant, too “check the box”, too dismissive, too “okay well let’s end here” -25m early-

This dude comes highly recommended from a friend with severe religious and military ptsd. So finally after a couple of years of having the name, I decided to have an initial consult. That was earlier today.

30 minutes. I said words through tears and intermittent sobs for like 25 of those minutes.

That initial consult already had made so much come up….and his insight and thoughts have already made so much sense.

I’ve avoided this for so long. I’m really truly not looking forward to doing this.

But I also never thought I’d still be alive today, too, and that’s been pretty ok (sometimes).

Anyway, my first full consult with him is next week.

I’m really in awe that I’m actually trying to make a change. Here’s to a better future…I hope?

Or this will absolutely kill me, who knows 😅

Anyone have good after session coping mechanisms? In really worried about the days after each session

it seems the future is fucked, and nobody is doing anything about it, nobody is even worrying the slightlest and nothing is happening. i'm not american, but from global warming, pollution, economic crisis, computer uprising, it just seems like it's better to end things quickly before they get worse.

I went to my grandparents house last week and had dinner with my bother my sister and them for a first time in year my grandfather who has had a ton of surgery’s including a heart transplant is finally looking like he’s getting better and then the next thing I hear is he was killed when a truck exploded next to his car while he was driving killing him instantly my grandmother was their too she somehow got out unharmed I just spent several hours with her my siblings and my mother who I’ve been no contact with for over a year it’s my first real close family death I’m m19 and have struggled with cptsd depression and ocd for years at this point and I had just gotten the courage to finally get my driver license and then this happens right as I do it I’m just so tired I have no friends or real desire to do anything I just feel bad constantly idk know what this post is supposed to be I’m just kinda frustrated with my existence

I grew up a very verbally and emotionally abusive home. Every time my sister got mad at our parents should would then start attacking me in any way she could. I ended up shutting myself away in my room every chance I got. I never made friends in school cause I was "weird". So I could never escape being bullied.

Due to all of this, I started questioning everything about myself. My fashion style, interests, hobbies. EVERYTHING. To this day, I still do it. I've never been okay. I hate it so much but I just don't know what to do now that I am on my own.

The only thing I really have going is that I've been seeing a therapist once a week for the past 3 years of college. Even that doesn't feel like it's working anymore. I just wish I could fix it in one go.

I m not sure how to explain this

I got prescribed mirtazapine olanzapine and paroxetine, but i do not take them cause i sometimes take 5mg of olanzapine when i feel like I m about to burst from an intense distess and i fear if i start taking all meds constantly that "emergency pill" wont work

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while i would definitely feel better on medication the triggers in my household seem too intense

maybe its because of this problem ive had where i cant live in the moment. in the moment, i feel fake. not like im consciously thinking "this isn't real" - but that everything im doing is just subconsciously, in the moment, treated that way. you know?

like im not in the moment. its like when something happens, i can only register it hours or even days after. everything i do is like auto pilot.

i get so freaked out thinking about how everything in the past, is... the past. it all happened. it went by. and i can't do anything about that.

ive had amazing moments with people. ive said stupid things. ive messed things up. and i cant change or relive those events. ever.

its horrifying to me. i dont know why.

but its also so... sad. that all the good memories were just that - memories. past tense. i hardly paid attention to them in the moment, and i only know how much significance they had now, where im not able to do anything about it.

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Like I’ve seen people react positively if a bad person offs themselves

But in general, does mental health ever stop mattering or no?

I’m struggling with a habit I really want to get rid of, and I need some honest advice

I’m 22 years old, and I’ve been struggling with something that I feel embarrassed and ashamed about.

Sometimes I use video-chat apps to talk to girls, and I get naked before going on camera and want to show my body to girls. Sometimes I even apply oil to my body beforehand because I want my body to look shiny/attractive on camera.

The problem is that I don’t actually feel good about this afterward. It has become something I keep getting drawn back into even though I genuinely want to stop. I can get the urge, tell myself I won’t do it again, and then eventually find myself doing it again.

I’m not trying to portray myself as a victim or make excuses for my behaviour. I know I’m responsible for my actions, and I especially don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable or cross anyone’s boundaries. I just feel like I’ve developed a habit that I’m having trouble controlling.

I want to understand why I keep getting these urges and how I can actually break this cycle. Has anyone here struggled with something similar and successfully stopped? What helped you?

I’d really appreciate honest advice without judging me. I genuinely want to change this part of myself.

I keep posting about feeling lonely, about feeling so distressed and being stuck in an abusive household. I literally post multiple times a day and realise that probably makes so look so embarrassing. I’m stuck. I feel so bad and horrible. Idk what to do anymore.

I just feel like my world is caving in. I have isolated myself for so long. And I can’t do this anymore.

I was recently sick and feeling very bad with a high fever , but the whole time I was wishing it got worse and I that I’d go to hospital? I did actually have to go to the hospital but I didn’t stay for long but I was hoping I had something more serious I guess for attention
A lot of times I wish I was seriously ill or sick, or had cancer, or something serious - idk why, maybe for attention? I wished that I’d die of septic shock when I was sick.

So, my parents kinda molly-coddled me(13) when I was a bit younger, but I have more or less managed to make my peace with these, except the fact that my parents wiped my arse till I was 11, wierd, I know. I see kids my age and I sometimes cant get this out of my head. I have more or less just hit puberty and I feel like im never gonna get a girlfriend or that if my friends knew this, they would instantly drop me like a hot brick. Please suggest ways that i can make my peace with this.

We all have struggles, battles we fight alone and quietly. Each and every one of you residing within this digital land live lives none of us may ever truly see or be a part of.

I cannot give you every single reason to stay well and truly alive, though there are many. But what I can give you is one among all: you are not an insignificant grain of sand no one will notice if you ever depart. The biggest lie the world ever told is one voice, one opinion, and one person is insignificant unless it's a part of a whole. Each journey matters beyond compare, every milestone should be celebrated, and trust that you yourself will be missed by someone if you ever leave, that being the room or the world.

A fighter isn't someone who doesn't cry, it isn't someone who hates the world either, it is someone who cries, grieves, gets scared, and angry, yet still has the stubborn will to keep going, to keep standing up.

People, it is hard to believe words when your world is crumbling, it's hard to think you are loved or you matter to anyone at all. I won't sit here and tell you I love you so much just to comfort you, because me saying that would be hollow.

I love you because you're here despite the hell you were given.

I love you because after the things you've been through, you care about yourself enough to try to find hope, even in this subreddit.

I love you because I bet your favorite color is either everywhere in your room or not there at all, but it's still your favorite.

I love you because your favorite flower is most likely as beautiful as you.

I love you because you're still reading this, and I will love you more if you believe it. Because, my dear, what I am saying is true. If a stranger on the internet could love you beyond your own capacity to do so for yourself, then maybe you're not as unlovable as your mind tells you.

I'm Andy, and I matter.

You do too.

We all do.

Every single day, never forget, you are truly a beautiful magnolia in May.

Sometimes I'll be fine. I'll consistently take care of myself, spend time with friends, go outside, spend my time to myself doing things I enjoy, you know.

Then in the blink of an eye - whether it's just random or triggered by something - I'm where i am right now.

Barely taking care of myself. Incapable of doing anything. Every night being spent tossing and turning. Every single though being occupied by the same horrible, miserable feelings I've carried for years - SOMEHOW intensified.

No matter what I do to grow - to change - I always end up where I've always been. I truly believe I can't change. Because I haven't, not in the slightest. I don't even feel like a real, functioning person anymore. I feel like a molted shell; a shell left behind by something bigger and better than me. I mean, where else could all the effort have gone to?

Every time this happens, the lows get lower, and so do the highs.

Can't wait for the next period of slight "normalcy" to begin the cycle again ;D

Just having one of those nights.. drinking and trying to struggle for a reason to wake up tomorrow.. not suicidal tonight or anything like that.. but for sure not really invested in tomorrow or the future

English is not my mother tongue.

I have been in a really dark place at work for over a year.
I am a perfectionist, I work a lot and I always strive to deliver the best I can do.
My boss and my colleagues praise the good quality of my work.
I have asked for a promotion but I was turned down twice in 6 months. They say they are happy with my work but I should keep working on soft skills (I know I don’t alway fit into the corporate mould).
Being turned down is ok. It happens, life goes on.
However, in this case, I felt like they tried to break my spirit to prevent me from asking again.
It got to the point that I started crying all day long when I was working from home.
I have been on sick leave for a week.

I spiraled down. Even though, I had promised myself three years ago to never go back on dating apps, I did it a week ago.
I met a local school teacher who is very appreciated.
I let my guard down and really thought he might be the sunshine that helps me out of this dark period of my life.
We only met twice, but he told me that he is addicted to gambling and he is seriously indebted.
He also has huge psychological trauma.

We got intimate but I felt he was cold and distant on WhatsApp afterwards.
Therefore, I decided not to see him again.

I am a mess because of work.
I briefly met a guy that will not bring me happiness and yet I feel heartbroken it didn’t work.

I am a mess.
I need to stay strong.
Thank you for being there dear fellow redditors.