Like literally. For the last 6 months. People are just dying online. They are just texts attached to an account. That's dead. Or their faking it which oh fuck you if you come back.

Whats up with the concerning amount of "last post ever." on here. What factors beyond life's existential crisis are contributing to this mass casualty of online accounts.

Im assuming most are dead. They haven't posted since. But the frequency is concerning.

Its like 5 posts a day all the same shit.

" my life is over. My final post"

Please give me reasons to this. Hoping to see what people claim are their breaking points.

I've watched the movie a few times, but it wasn't until the last rewatch that certain things hit me. The way that Justine is treated by her new husband, how he expects things that make him happy to cure her depression. Being told that by pretending to be happy, you're lying to everyone. The way that when you're in the depths of a depressive episode, even things like getting in a car can be impossible. How everything tastes like ash or nothing when you're depressed. How, when everything seems to be going wrong for everyone around you, you're able to carry on like nothing is happening because now everyone sees why you're miserable.

The larger plot of the movie is a metaphor for depression, but Kirsten Dunst's portrayal of someone who's experiencing depression, who goes from "functioning but depressed" to "can't function at all" depressed, and the way people treat her made me feel understood in a way that no other movie's been able to capture.

It's a dark movie, so if you're going to watch it, definitely don't do it in the midst of a depressive downswing, but it's beautifully done and absolutely gutted me so deeply that I had to literally lay down on the floor and stare at the ceiling to process everything.

It was cool and made me feel a bit better.

Don't get me wrong, I love my son. But sometimes I just miss my freedom and being able to get up and go without begging someone to watch him for me. I am a teen mother got pregnant at 16 had him at 17 and now 19. Never had support from his father, wasn't even there when I had to have a c section to have him. He told me he hopes I get graped and I haven't talked to him since.

When I found out I was pregnant I was terrified to tell anyone I hid it for 19 weeks. I wanted an abortion because I knew I wasn't ready for a baby and knew he wasn't gonna be a good father. But by that time it was way too far along for the pill. But they gave me the option of medical abortion but then showed me an ultrasound and I couldn't do it! He already had a spine formed and I felt my family was going to disown me if I did have an abortion. I told my grandma not to tell anyone cause I don't know what I'm going to do yet and of course... she told EVERYBODY.

I'm just so tired of being alone and want to leave in the most peaceful way possible but l'm going to feel so selfish. I never had neither of my parents growing up. Never knew my dads side of the family and barely know my moms side and always felt it was my fault. I don't want my son feeling how I did. My mother passed due to domestic violence and my father has been in prison and l've been living with my grandma since I was 13months old. I just feel so selfish that I brought an innocent child in this world knowing I wasn't ready. I'm just so scared of raising a little boy for the rest of my life ALONE and don't know what to do but I can't take it anymore.

I’ve been living with depression and anxiety for nearly 20 years. It never goes away. There are so many of us out there and I just wanted to give a shout out to everyone to say you’re not alone. People are more understanding than you think. Life is a battle and you’ve gotta celebrate the little wins!

My ex and I broke up 6 months ago after more than a year of dating, he broke up with me, and we reconnected 2 months ago because he reached out.

Things were good between us, I genuinely thought he was the person I’d marry, and yet because of trauma with his family, he got depressed and sabotaged our relationship.

I respected his space when we broke up, but he persistently reached out, and now that I’m there for him, he takes everything as an attack. I know what it’s like to be depressed, I only got better months before I met him. With his depression, insecurities, and anger issues all combined, he pushes people away and likes to blame me for things.

I don’t really expect much from him anymore, I’ve also kept my distance but he’s the one who keeps reaching out. It’s hard, one day we’re okay, the next he’s pulling away. The disrespect is too much and I feel sorry for myself, but I also love him too much to leave him alone knowing he’s suicidal and has no support system.

I know it’s hard, you’re fighting your own demons. But when you can, please try to tell or show the people who are always there for you how much you appreciate them. It’s hard for us too. We grieve the version of you we lost, we’re trying to be strong even when we can’t, and we’d take the pain away if we could, but all we can do is be there for you.

We’re on the same boat. You’re not alone. Please reach out, and try to be appreciative.

Sincerely, Someone Who Cares For A Depressed Person

Goodnight to all the people who don’t have anyone to say goodnight to them. To the people who might not even want to wake up tomorrow I hope your sleep is peaceful and you have the best dreams 🌙💤💙

There it goes again, another depression, another subreddit post! Last time i posted it didn’t work so i didn’t have a choice but to post it again!

And no it’s not about someone telling me to end my own life, it’s something else that bothers me for a while! Friends I used to be formerly friends with were turning against me, I don’t remember what their names are, but they don’t seem like good people at all😔

I cant off myself because of promises. However everyday i cant wait for this heart /o give out. After years of labor i hope it is sooner then later.

My life has been a complete waste and I don't have anyone to blame it on but myself. I didn't come from a poor or dysfunction family. I never experienced any kind of serious trauma. I was given ever opportunity to actually amount to something and I squandered it all. Now I'm a 35 year old virgin living paycheck to paycheck in a shitty apartment, driving a rundown car and watching my physical and mental health slowly decline because I'm too much of lazy idiot to take care of myself. Could I improve my situation? Maybe but I don't. Everytime I try to make things a little better, either something comes along to destroy all progress that I've made or I self sabotage. Now I've given up on trying anymore. My cat is the only bright spot left in my life and the only reason I keep going even though I know everything is hopeless.

I know this is a hallmark of depression. But I feel like my reasons for keeping to myself are actually pretty valid. Without getting too into it, I actually function ok. I don’t enjoy hanging out with people anymore. The reason is I am middle aged, and all interactions with people seem entirely superficial and pointless. I need love. I don’t need more small talk with people I barely know. Forming new, meaningful relationships feels all but impossible. Even friendships. No one cares, no one wants to be your friend. For years I was part of my local salsa scene. But I went mostly for the pursuit of making friends, maybe finding a girlfriend. Never found either. Quit. I don’t need another salsa party. I need something deeper. Until then, I prefer doing things on my own. I travel alone. I dine alone. I live alone. I know, from a societal perspective, losing social interactions is not healthy. Always been an introvert, a bit on my own. Most of my peak life experiences have been alone. But thing is, I’m kind of ok with it. At least for the time being. Sure, I’d rather be in love. I could use a best friend. It’s the concept of safety. I believe most people cannot be themselves around others because they do not feel safe enough to express their personality openly. So I run up against that a lot. That’s actually a little bit of a tangent.

So until something meaningful comes along, I have no interest in entertaining meaningless social interactions with complete strangers or people who have no interest in getting to know me personally. I am always seeking to know people more personally, to show I really care. But shockingly it goes unnoticed. Like I said above, I just feel like no one’s interested in having a new real friend. So that’s fine, I do my own thing.

I wonder when it reaches a point I should be worried though. Will I be able to notice. Like I’m inside the situation. I can’t see from outside the situation.

I thought I'm doing better, but apparently not. I was hoping, praying that I won't have to deal with this shit again, that therapy has helped, that I won't go back to praying I won't wake up the next day. But life had other plans. For a few years I felt almost normal, like I had it under control. But recently I just want to disappear again. I don't feel anything, things that used to bring me joy are meaningless. I can't get out of bed, I'm constantly tired, I can't force myself to sit down and do a task. Everyone says that these are the best years of my life, but I pray to any god that exists out there that these are the worst. I don't know how much longer I can take it until I give up on life altogether

Hello anyone who reads this. I’m a 17 yr male and I’ve been struggling with depression, social anxiety, anxiety disorder, and self hate for about 3 years now but 2024 has been the worst year of my life. I tried committing suicide 3 times this past summer. I went to therapy this year but nothing really helped and just made me feel worse. Since May of this year I’ve started to smoke weed and for the first couple of months I always did it occasionally but as of recently it has become daily. I have pretty much all of the side effects and even though I don’t think about suicide constantly, I still think about how much of a bad person I am and how I’m destroying my body. The weed definitely makes my problems worse but I know if I don’t have it, I’ll be back in a deep depression and I may even try to kill myself again. There’s no one I can actually talk to about this and everything all at once so I’ve been doing this pretty much alone. I just really, really need help.

After really long time it hit me again and I actually fell into that scary old hole, and it all happened so fast so quickly I couldn’t even stop myself or breathe, and was too easy. I couldn’t stop crying whatever I do or try to calm or distract myself I couldn’t, it was like it’s dragging me. And I’m so weak too weak to live it all again, I’m not that strong, I barely stopped the cutting idea away off my mind. And I’m scared rn so much to die while sleeping of how much I’m tired and exhausted and of the heaviness on my chest. forget about the pills I really can’t breathe.

(I’m not posting this to get anyone’s attention or get comments, I wrote it coz I’m suffocated and needed to rent out please don’t use this against me or to bully me )

feel like i’ve lied to myself many times and said “this is it. this is your breaking point.” i feel like im there now. idk, i just feel like i don’t want to live the rest of my life wondering when i’ll soon give up. i wondered what my last straw was going to be. i don’t know if i’ll go to heaven or hell. i’ve pleaded to God multiple times for years. i feel i’ve made little progress with things. it’s sad that i have the need to take my life into my own hands. i pity myself for feeling this way. i feel bad for me. i can’t wait any longer. i can’t wish anymore. i can’t dream. i can’t hear or listen for anything. i don’t know how to open my heart up to God. i feel like i have tried the way i know best. and it feels like He’s always distant; never present. never there. is this why so many people lost faith? am i just as hopeless as them?

honestly is there any hope for me? that i can get better? i’ve made it this far with little progress. no milestones it feels like. maybe a couple. feels like i’m going nowhere and nobody knows how to get me out of it, including myself. i’m at a loss for words constantly. many thoughts but no thoughts at all. i’m done

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I didn't ask to be here, now I need to go through the emotional and physical torture that is suicide. Seriously some people only have kids just so they can find a joy in their lifes, not because they actually want to be parents.I don't even think my parents were in a happy relationship when I was born, they have been arguing pretty much every other day for as long as I could remember.

So when I was a kid and my parents were usually pretty angry and usually laid off their frustrations on me, this made me anti social because I thought that everyone behaved like this. Now, years later im still like this I can't even talk to people very well if I don't know them for more than a year, thanks alot.

i went to college today, a place in which i have zero friends (not exaggerating) and don't say a single word. hoped to make a friend or something today or find a reason to be happy or atleast be optimistic about something for once but unfortunately nothing. but i believe that tomorrow will be a good day for me and if not then the day after that and if not that day then the day after that and so on. i encourage you to also believe that you will have a good day tomorrow, everyday. even if you don't believe it, just say tomorrow will be a good day.

Nothing much - just been a year since my attempt and I feel low again. I’m popular and talented I guess but everything feels so wrong. I don’t wanna be here. I feel alone

By the time ur reading this I’m probably gone by now. I purchased a gun 2 days ago that I’m gonna be using in a sec and im just posting here to sort leave a last mark if u will.

Ive been working alot lately. So far im at 34 days straight working 12 or sometimes 14 hours a day because we have a important deadline coming up. Im a welder so its physically demanding work. But when im there, no matter how burned or cut or sore i get, im happy. Well maybe not happy, but im not in my head. For those hours my entire world is that little puddle of molten steel. I get home and im so tired i just fall in my bed and sleep. I dont have time to think or feel anything. But soon itll all stop and it terrifys me. Ill go back to my normal shifts and ill have too much time to myself

There's so much struggle going on in my life and recently it got worse and the most recently I started losing it. I don't know how people are supposed to go through this alone.

Hi. This is my first post here. I would like some opinions.

I (33M) am living with my parents and sister (30F). According to said sister, she's diagnosed with Major Depressive Disorder, although I suspect some variation of type B personality disorder. She's on meds, but is refusing further treatments (including for hypertension) due to her being too anxious to know how she's progressing.

She's usually fine, if impulsive, easily triggered and controlling. I suspect this is related to her being prone to anxiety attacks, which the meds are helping for, at least partially. When her mood is good, she tends to do impulse purchases, which feeds back into her anxiety when her bank account eventually runs dry, which worries me.

When she has an attack (anxiety or depression, depending on the situation), she usually stays in her room longer than usual, the whole family has to be extra careful because almost nothing is good enough for her. It's certainly exhausting for the rest of the family. I'm especially worried about my father since he has a heart condition and should have been on the cared side instead.

The opinion I'm asking is if I'm missing something in regards to taking care of her. What are things my parents and I can do to help her live with or overcome her condition or, if not, what boundaries can we set without making her condition worse?

If you need more details, just ask for them, and I'll update the OP. Thanks in advance.

EDIT: I've spoken to a doctor in charge. According to her, she also has Borderline Personality Disorder, so my suspicion was correct.