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Hey folks. It's me, VubDapple. I'm a (not so active but still present) mod for this community and also a mental health professional. Recently there was some upset at this young community's rule about posts concerning suicide. I thought I'd offer a few thoughts about suicide and where things seem to stand right now. Sorry for the delay in my response; things have been rather busy in my life.

Suicide is a super frightening topic for many people - with good reason. As such, it is difficult to figure out how to manage discussion of suicide in a public and anonymous volunteer forum so that everyone's needs are best met. A few issues come to mind that have to do with such balancing of needs:

  1. How to balance the needs of people who want to discuss their suicidal thoughts against the needs of other people who would be triggered by reading it and would really like to avoid it? Suicidal ideation is really common within groups of people who self-identify as having mental health issues, so on the one hand it is reasonable to discuss it. On the other hand, the very nature of the topic feels dangerous to many, sometimes because it might trigger one's own suicidal thoughts and at other times because there is concern that if not handled properly any discussion could make the issue worse rather than better.

  2. How to know what the risk is that someone who is suicidal might actually attempt suicide? Many people who are suicidal are not in imminent danger, but some really are. Because this judgement is difficult to make, and because no one here including moderators is able to take on an actual care-giving clinical role, it is reasonable for us to treat all suicidal discussion as potentially dangerous.

  3. How to best care for a suicidal person? This community is simply not able to provide any actual suicide prevention service! There is nothing like /r/suicidewatch here at this time! The community is not staffed to care for an acutely suicidal person.

The recent rule adjustment (Rule #4) has been made to try to strike a balance between the competing needs of community members. Basically, it's okay to acknowledge the existence of suicidal thoughts or thoughts relating to self-harm but we want to discourage extended discussion of such topics, precisely because no one here is able to take on an extended care-giving role in the manner a professional caregiver would and because there is a reasonable chance or at least reasonable concern that extended discussion might make things worse than they already are. The best advice that can be given at this time would be to seek professional mental health care.

I can shed some light on how to know when suicidal thoughts are considered acutely and immediately dangerous and when they are not by providing the following psycho-educational information.

Mental health professionals divided the universe of suicidal thoughts into "active" and "passive" categories. I like to offer the metaphor of a "poison flower" to help people recognize how these categories work.

Suicidal thoughts are a developmental process that starts small and grows to become a threat. Think of a flower seedling - it is very small at first - just a shoot coming out of the soil. As it grows it develops tiny leaves and the stem gets larger, the leaves get larger, etc. in a developmental process. Eventually a bud forms, that bud opens and then we have a flower. The universe of passive suicidal ideation is just like this flower during its developmental phase eg., before the flower blooms. The universe of active suicidal ideation is like the flower after it has bloomed. Active suicidality is much more dangerous than passive suicidal ideation.

Passive ideation usually starts with a feeling of overwhelm; a sense that a person simply does not have what it will take to manage the situation they find themselves in. As it grows, the passively suicidal person becomes aware of the thought that they might be better off dead. Often this thought is frightening at first; the people who experience it do not want it there and see it as a sign that they aren't well. A further development of the suicidal process but still passive suicidality occurs when a person finds themselves fantasizing about how they might end their life. The thoughts may still be unwanted and at this phase of the developmental process there can be a sense of a growing struggle between the thoughts of dying and the desire to push those thoughts away. An even further development might occur when a person starts taking seriously the idea that they might actually kill themselves. At this late stage of passive suicidal ideation there may still not be what we call intent, but nevertheless the suicidal person may start researching how they would end their life.

The turning point between passive and active suicidality comes when three criteria are met: 1) there is intent to harm one's self, 2) there is a plan for how the person will harm themselves, and 3) the person has access to the means to harm themselves. The term intent means that the person has come to regard the idea of suicide as something they will carry out. The term plan means only that the person has picked a method for how they will die. You don't need to have a "good" plan (eg., one likely to be lethal) in order for it to count that you have a plan; any plan will do. Finally having access to the means for committing suicide means having access to the tools and materials that the person would use to end their life. When all three of these criteria are met, we mental health professionals consider the person to be actively suicidal. When the criteria are not all met then we consider people to be more passively suicidal.

Suicidal ideation is not a one-way process. People can move from not-suicidal to passively suicidal and then later to actively suicidal, but it is also true that actively suicidal people can exit their active suicidal status back usually to passively suicidal status, and then even later become not suicidal again. It's important to keep this in mind because of what some call the "suicidal trance" eg., the tendency, as a person becomes more and more actively suicidal, to believe that suicide is the only reasonable response to what appears to that person at the moment to be an endless and entirely hopeless set of life problems from which suicide is the only escape. Most of the time it isn't true that the person's life problems are actually endlessly hopeless, but it does tend to feel that way when you're in it.

There is no hard and fast rule for assessing danger here, but the general idea is that passive suicidality is less acutely dangerous than active suicidality; mostly because with active suicidality by definition there is intent to die and the person's energies are marshaled in the direction of finding a way to make that happen in a manner that is simply not the case when a person is more passively suicidal. Passive suicidality is dangerous in that it may become active later on, but most of the time when someone is passively suicidal they are not going to go home and kill themselves any time soon. Active suicidality is a crisis. The actively suicidal person needs help and they need it as quickly as it can be found. A good way to gain that help if there is no other resource around would be to go to a hospital emergency room and tell the staff there that you are actively suicidal. Such action might help best in the short term because at least in the USA (where I am located) the healthcare system is broken and there easily might not be follow up care provided which would be needed, but it might be better than nothing.

What sort of care does a suicidal person benefit from? If you know of someone who is suicidal and the right solution is not immediate hospitalization to contain a crisis that will unfold very very shortly if urgent measures are not taken, then what is the right solution? It used to be the case that mental health professionals were trained to ask suicidal people to "sign a no-suicide contract" whether actually or metaphorically. It turns out that this doesn't help much. These days, in addition to whatever therapy they may provide mental health professionals are trained to help passively suicidal clients by helping them complete a Suicide Safety Plan.

The Suicide Safety Plan is simply a list of resources that the suicidal person can think about when they are tempted by the possibility of harming themselves. It is designed to help a suicidal person to maintain perspective about their larger situation even as the "suicidal trance" beckons them to die, and to remind the suicidal person of the techniques they can use or the resources they can call upon if they are feeling especially tempted.

Anyone can make a Suicide Safety Plan by answering the following questions:

  1. What are the warning signs in your behavior that signal that you are becoming increasingly suicidal?

  2. What are the ways you have available to calm or sooth yourself that might lessen your need to suicide?

  3. What can you do to make the environment safer for you (like getting rid of the means of harming yourself)?

  4. What are reasons for living? Often this one boils down to "Who would be harmed if you were to die?"

  5. Who in your personal life can you talk to about how bad things are?

  6. Who are the healthcare professionals you can call on if things get really bad?

I know what you might be thinking! A lot of people looking at these questions have told me that they can't see it coming, they don't know how to sooth themselves, there are no valid reasons for living, they have no friends or people who care about them and that they can't access healthcare because it is too expensive (which is often true in the profit-obsessed USA unfortunately). Even so, it is worth trying to engage with these questions so as to write out methods and names and resources as well as you can. Even a little bit of hope and a little bit of planning in advance can become critical in a crisis, making the difference between life and death.

A final word about reasons for living. Many times suicidal people have told me that even though they have children or loved ones, that their children will be better off without them alive. Such is the warping influence of the suicidal trance which commonly argues that the suicidal person is and can only be a burden and that children or loved ones will be better off without them. This simply isn't true. Children get FUCKED UP when their parents commit suicide. Loved ones get FUCKED UP when their loved ones commit suicide. Particularly for children who lose their parents to suicide, the effect is to traumatize them rather permanently for the rest of their lives. I have seen it up close and personal. Nothing I might say can make the influence of the suicidal trance less strong, but at least hear me in that this part of what that trance says is a lie. Nothing good comes of suicide except maybe that your own personal pain is discharged. The others around you will suffer. If you don't want to contribute to the suffering of others, please consider looking for another way. That other way might be very hard to find or very expensive to access, but when it is life or death, it's a good investment to make.

General Suicide Information

https://www.cdc.gov/suicide/index.html

Suicide Helplines In the USA: call or text 988

https://findahelpline.com/i/iasp

https://blog.opencounseling.com/suicide-hotlines/

Suicide Safety Planning:

https://www.verywellmind.com/suicide-safety-plan-1067524

https://www.psychologytoday.com/us/blog/the-recovery-coach/202306/how-to-develop-a-safety-plan-to-manage-a-suicidal-crisis

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It's often hard for neurotypical people to understand this, which I get. But it really can be traumatic

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When i first heard the news, it felt surreal. But when that passed, i felt nothing.

I don't really know what to do or feel. I saw her only a few days ago, and that was the first time i have saw her in years. She barely talked, she had alzheimers. She didn't remember anyone. I remember as a child, seeing her handicapped but still able to have conversation and conscious.

I only have a few memories of her. It's so vague, since those were when i was 6 or something. The only clear memory is of her yelling at me as a child. Or maybe not her, my memory is unreliable.

Half an hour later, it sunk in. She's dead. I will never see her again. Just.. I don't know. I'm so confused. I'm a little teary eyed but the rest is just static. What of it? What do i expect to gain from this post? I don't know. I just wanted to tell someone. I just feel like shit.

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😢

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I don’t know why I’m posting this. Maybe I’m hoping for some epiphany or for someone to point to a way out I’ve missed though I’m certain that’s not going to happen. 

I’m watching the Nazis rise again in my country. I never supported them. Not now, not in earlier incarnations that lead to this. They rose anyway. 

I got out of homelessness. I got a college education, though admittedly not in anything useful. I’ve never committed a crime aside from speeding. I’ve always played by the rules, even when they were unfair to me. I believed we had to cooperate with eachother, debate, struggle along to arrive at something more honest, a compromise that would better serve more people in the long run. But that only works if both sides are playing the same game by the same rules. The Nazis aren’t. I bettered myself as best I could. They didn’t. And they are winning.

I know what’s coming next.  I understand that great violence is coming. I fear I will not survive. I fear my friends will not survive. My siblings and nieces and nephews will not survive, or worse, the young will grow up in such chaos that it becomes normal to them to operate that way. That safety and respect become nothing more than stories from a primitive culture that existed long ago.

I’m gay. Im liberal. I’m an atheist. I’m outspoken. I’m poor. I’m honest. These are traits that are not desirable in the new country forming around me and they will be punished. 

I’m not changing myself to make Nazis comfortable. They are just going to have to kill me. And they will. 

Recently a friend was concerned about me and invited me out with others. We were out at a gay bar. A petition was going around gathering signatures to fight Ohio’s plans to reinstate a ban on gay marriage. They won’t stop there. I know they want us removed. And they have many ways of erasing me quite effectively. It ruined the evening seeing another loosing game being played. Ohio didn’t listen to its voters before, and America sure as hell won’t let them start now. I’m watching these people play the game as if they are setting things up for a victory tomorrow. People are already being disappeared. These people won’t be around to fight this tomorrow.

I signed the petition anyway. I might be wrong. Maybe this little bit will help if I am wrong. But I also felt that by increasing my visibility even this much, I’m increasing my risk. It is foolish to expect my state or country to handle opposition respectfully. But compliance with the regime just makes it more difficult for those strong and brave enough to fight back so on behalf of them, I signed my death certificate. I won’t likely win, but I won’t make it easy for them to silence me either. 

When I lost my last job I lost health care and lost my psych meds and treatment. I went through withdrawal while working a retail job that wasn’t actually paying the bills but I had to keep trying. Now I have a better job and health coverage again but I cannot afford to go back on medication. RFK has already stated what he plans to do to people receiving psych medications. If he simply takes those meds away, I’ll go through withdrawal again and will likely lost my job as I’ll be unable to function while my neurochemistry readjusts. I literally can’t take the risk to better myself. My family and friends have noticed. They are worried. I can’t even see a therapist because I can’t afford one. Besides, the Trump regime has expressed opinions on enslaving people for that too. 

I got a small windfall from this years tax return. I spent it all immediately on little tech project distractions for myself. I use them as puzzles to put my focus into. I dare not hold onto enough money to buy a gun while in this state. 

I cannot survive like this much longer. If my country doesn’t kill me, I might do it myself just to get away. 

I can’t afford to immigrate to another country. I have no money. I have no unique and in-demand skills. I only speak one language. And I’m an American in 2025. No one would want me in their country anyway and I can’t say I’d blame them for that.

I can’t keep stalling. I don’t know what to do next but doing nothing will most certainly lead to my demise.

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I'm not a professional, but I figure this might help someone. If you're feeling that you're approaching your limit and you can't take it anymore. Get off the internet.

The modern internet is fine tuned to stress you out, and make you feel hopeless. Billions of dollars are being made by making you suffer. Lemmy is not safe from this.

I'm not saying it's a magic bullet but it might be an easy first step on getting better.

I don't know how helpful this will be, but if you're suffering I hope that you're able to work through it safely.

You are loved

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cross-posted from: https://sh.itjust.works/post/35230638

I love drawing so much and it's taken years to get to a point where I'm satisfied enough to share my drawings. Only thing is now there's AI and I'm disturbed by the fact there's so many people who prefer AI generated art and will feel no remorse using it since it is basically an art theft machine. This whole thing has absolutely demolished my mental health over the last few years since AI generators went mainstream. I'm paranoid as fuck and want to get rid of all my current devices but, I still rely on the ipad heavily for drawing and I did the research and there's literally no work around to avoid my art being stolen in some way by spyware or keyloggers or whatever, the US government...the whatever other governments. Hide your data, hide your art. They stealin everybody's art out here. I just want to be able to live my life and enjoy doing what I do without this ugly, uncanny valley shadow following me. There's like a million communities on lemmy I had to block that are dedicated to posting ai generated art, and feels almost like an act of spite like they made the accounts just to hurt real artists, but maybe it isn't. Maybe they really do think it's real art and anyone hurt by it is just too sensitive.

I'm not alright with AI art. It's digital r*pe, it steals people's livelihood (and money) and most sacred, intimate details, and hard work without their consent. But we are all behind screens so people don't understand how it wrecks people who've gone to school or self taught themselves to draw for ten or more years. I've had periods where I had to rebuild my drawing skills because I lost them during bouts of illness. That is a hard thing to do. I know there are people who never do it.
I feel kind of hopeless at this time. My depression is telling me there's no point, because I will never be able to earn a penny off my drawings. But I heard someone say, so what. Do the thing anyway. Birds aren't paid to sing. They just do it anyway, because it feels good. Drawing makes me feel good. And it's really all I can do as a disabled, severely mentally ill and chronically ill person. I can barely contribute to society and it crushes my self worth. Drawing helps make up for it. People don't need art though so they don't really care as long as at the end of the day they have something to jack off to.

Jesse Gender did a good video essay on why AI art is fcked up titled "How AI is Destroying Our Dreams." The people that need to hear this message the most (the ones that love and regularly use AI art generators) are the ones who would reject it with a whataboutism, which isn't a real argument but a shutdown to the simple fact that AI should be used to help people, like you know, cure cancer and be a prosthetic arm for someone in need, that sort of thing. This is a sick trend....it would be amazing for there to be some kind of digital human rights law set in place that prohibits the use of it. Hard to implement something like that in these times. If you use and support AI art generators, you are not much better than Elon and Trump and need to self reflect, you don't have to live like this. If you want to make art, you can. I cherish human made art even more now than I ever did in the past. The art community is welcoming to anyone with the audacity to put a pen to a blank page.

I don't really believe in talent. "Talent" is a combination of factors including persistence, a genuine love of doing it even though it's hard, curiosity and desire to learn, and privilege--I was very lucky to be given the supplies to make art and improve my skills more quickly. My education was paid for, my family supported my desire to draw at an early age. And there was a period in my life where I had space to explore this hobby.

I know there's nothing I can say to change people's minds. But that is what I feel anyway and might as well say it. I have no animosity for people who studied to work with AI for other reasons like exactly what I mentioned--curing diseases and working for the good of humanity. It's likely they didn't sign up for this to happen down the road. AI art generating is blatant lack of empathy. It costs nothing to get AI to generate art. It costs nothing to be kind either.

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This is a short little video game about three aliens on a dying world. It’s creepy and surreal in some ways, but it works as a metaphor for hope - it is something that I keep returning to with anxieties related to climate change.

Our three different aliens’ lives are dedicated to caring for children, learning new things, and personal expression through a game. Our scientist character accidentally triggers an apocalypse, and the world starts falling apart.

The beauty of the game is that the characters keep going. The last little “obstacle” course you do in the game has world bending black holes in it - you’re even told it’s dangerous but your little bug insists on playing anyway. What does it mean to “win” when the world is ending?

Like - there is no happy ending. The world will end, everyone dies. But while everyone is alive, there are things to do, thing to enjoy, things to celebrate.

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I feel like there's nothing to look forward to anymore.

I feel like my life has come to an end.

There's nothing I can do to keep making myself happy and enjoy.

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It's effecting my work and mu boss seems ready to fire me and i will lose my apartment. I am angry all the time now and I worry I am alienating friends and family. I am fatigued all day long and want nothing more then just sleep and all I can do is lay in bed and hope I have a good night and sleep for maybe three hours and I don't know what to do. I can't even afford therapy.

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I am an individualist. It's strange to be an individualist, because, for example, when you are a college student, you often feel alienated when almost everyone else has friends or close friends in groups, while you are the only one who enjoys walking and eating alone. It feels alienating almost all the time. And what's worse, someone tried to gaslight me: 'Why are you sitting there alone? Come here and sit with them,' enjoying sitting with people who make me uncomfortable every time. Being alone isn’t loneliness—it’s just the way I feel most at peace. Yet, society keeps questioning it. #IndividualistLife #SoloJourney #Alienation #IndependentMind #CollegeLife #WalkingAlone #EatingAlone #SocialPressure #IntrovertStruggles #GaslightingAwareness #PersonalFreedom

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Tl:dR: How can I deal with my hypersensibility without becoming a non-empathic and cold person?

Hey everyone,

I need some advice on what to do. I‘m a 21 yo trans woman in a trans lesbian relationship. My girlfriend (26) is the most wonderful and beautiful person I know. She is truly one of a kind.

Now, my gf is struggling with dysphoria a lot because she had a pretty rough „male puberty“. She has some aspects of her face or her body that she is extremely insecure about. It also adds that her right side of her face is paralyzed, so she can‘t have an even smile and one eye is always a bit more open and she can‘t close that one really. She sees herself as ugly. I‘ll be honest, when I first met her, she looked „weird“ but I couldn’t care less! She is such a beautiful woman and I love her. I also never really cared about looks overall. Personality is so much more important to me!

Now, I‘m diagnosed with potential ROCD, BPD, have ADHD and high functioning autism. Someone really wanted to freaking nerf me. I‘m also extremely hypersensitive. Could be part of my bpd as far as I know, the potential diagnosis is still very fresh.

Now to my problem: In moments like these, where she‘s really dysphoric and hates her body overall (mind you we are both passing in public btw), I really feel her pain. So much it drags me down too. I currently feel like shit. In those moments she really needs to be alone and deal with it alone. I‘d be there for her for whatever she needed.

Now, that this draggs me down too, doesn’t help her. Like, at all. She doesn’t want me to feel bad. Of course I wanna help her and I will always be there for her but she says what she needs is alone time so I‘m giving her that.

But how do can I protect myself? How can I deal with my hypersensibility without becoming a non-empathic and cold person?

Thank you for reading ^^

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FINALLY ON TIME THIS WEEK

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Me on the Fediverse, or specifically Lemmy, trying not to depend on the number of upvotes and downvotes for my instant and temporary happiness, as well as my mental health problems that arose from downvotes.

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A bit of an ask I'm throwing out there before I go to bed, but I need some advice so...

I've always had low levels of neurotransmitters, basically, when I'm unmedicated, I go into states of moderately decreased mental activity that used to express itself as depression. Since I've gotten a better understanding on it I have noticed when it's (A) Going to happen and (B) How much it is crippling my ability to function properly.

Essentially I become a barely functional brick, just kinda sit there and stare off for long periods, and at work I make a ton more mistakes and just generally perform worse, and I also can't work on my hobbies as my art is noticeably worse and the motivation isn't there. It's like depression just without the emotional component. And the worst part is knowing what's going on, but it takes almost 5 minutes longer to get the answers correct when it would usually hit me instantly.

Because america is america and I am unfortunately amer ican, my access to medication has been cut off for quite some time now. And since the medication I used to take wears off fully after a few years, I've began to notice the full brunt of those depressive episodes again.

Since I have the ability to predict, know I'm in, and understand the disorder, what are some reasonable ways to prop myself up when it hits. My focus is basically 0 when it gets its worse so the best kind of crutch would be something that doesn't require my full attention, but I can understand why such a thing might not exist, I just need something to do that isn't just sitting blankly with all my motivation getting sucked out when I want and need it the most, or something that can help me sharpen my mind when it's the most blunt.

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I am implementing my zero-tolerance policy on my social media. If I come across an unhelpful or hurtful comment, I report it to the moderators and block the user. I prioritize maintaining a safe environment for myself. Being vulnerable does not imply that I am open to being mistreated or taken advantage of.

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What's the point of everything? What are we heading towards? There's got to be a reason why we were put here. Why was I put here? To sit at a computer all day and work for another person making spreadsheets and drawing a bird over and over again? Surely that can't be the reason.

I often hear that "life is a gift", but this is shittiest gift I've ever received. A life full of 9 to 5, too tired to do anything, alone all the time, bills, no money. In post apocalyptic movies there's the risk of death but at least they're alive. Have something to do and appreciating every moment they have breath in their lungs. But, not me. No reason to wake up early other than to be tired at a computer desk. Nothing to look forward to other than the morning coffee. Life is monotonous. Even with stuff to do it's a fleeting feeling. Disappearing the next day knowing that such an event is an anomaly. No fun is to be had.

Movies, video games, and YouTube provide the illusion of being alive. Of breathing for the first time. Of smelling the fresh air of a mountain top. Feeling the touch of a lover. Hearing the laugh of a friend. The feeling of being wanted.

But it's only an illusion that makes my eyes water and my back stiff. Instead of warmth, I get wrist pain. Instead of happiness, I get eye strain. Instead of a living, I get existing.

I read that our lives were born of star dust. Our world is perfectly situated to harbour the gift of life brought down from the void above us by asteroids and comets. The gift of life is unusual it seems. If that's the case...

Why was I put here and cursed to live this life of loneliness?

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I think I have the potential for overusing Lemmy and the Fediverse, which has caused me to overlook other important areas and activities, such as real-life responsibilities, and I feel somber without them. I also have the potential for dependence on interactions here for my well-being and confidence. What people usually describe this as is "Lemmy or social media addiction." I really need to recognize any patterns in my own use of Lemmy and other social apps.

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Hi. My name is Daniel. Today I woke up at around 18:00 and the day is almost over.

I'm 24 years old IT student in a shady college and I live with my parents. I had jobs here and there, but never longer that a month.

Somewhere in early school years I've started feeling that my face looks cartoony in comparison to other kids. I still remember vividly as I stood in front of the mirror with my long hair and fantasized about being reborn as a girl, and that my life would improve significantly, if I was a pretty girl that everyone loved. Somewhere in kindergarten, I put a sock in my mouth just to make a girl notice me because I was jealous she was talking to another boy and never with me. I was already bad at socializing. I had a lot of friends in old grandpa's around the hood, for some reason. A lot of them died since and I didn't have anyone to talk to.

Somewhere at the end of elementary and start of middle school, I was forced into homeschooling due to an incident where I yanked a girls hair for calling me fat. I was fat for my entire life, and I still can't do anything about it no matter how much I eat, because I don't move around much at all.

I'm bad at controlling my emotions. Due to that I have been an asshole to many people. During first college, I've made a friend. A gypsy girl that stood out of place due to her race. I loved my friend, she was the prettiest to me. In her worst times, I groped her and hit her. I'm saying this so you understand that I'm not a good person. Nothing about me is good. I sincerely ask you to not sympathise with me no matter what I write here.

Today, I should have had classes with the new teacher. Due to stress working with a previous teacher, I broke my streak of not smoking and went for buy some cigs to take the edge off. After smoking a single cig I've started feeling like a total piece of shit, since I had a bet with my friend.

I logged on Teams and waited for classes.

Some time later, teacher started the meeting and I connected. First thing ever, he started berating me for my profile picture, as it had a wojack with a cig in his mouth. Not a single teacher previously commented anything about it, but he said he wouldn't even listen to me until I changed it. I started to get stressed and upped the tone of my voice in a response that it isn't his business, and disconnected.

My brain started thinking that I could handle it, logged back to teams, uploaded a new profile picture, and connected to the call. First thing I see is that my picture did not change at all.

I wanted to ask him to check my exam project, but he started talking over me and continued to berate me for my profile picture as I tried to explain him that I uploaded the new one. I upped the tone of my voice to scream and demanded him to check my project, to which he replied that it is "empty" and he could not see anything in XML files. I asked him, still screaming, that I could show him my screen and explain every single bit of my code, but he refused. Then I tried asking him for errors that he encountered trying to run my project but he literally replied like a chatbot "I can't help you with that".

Without knowing what's wrong, since code compiles and runs on my side, I just went mad with anger, said that he's a fucking idiot and disconnected. Went to buy alco. Now I'm drunk and writing this.

I'm hoping that this is the straw that broke the camel's back. Because I can't do this anymore.

I don't hope for anything. I don't want anything. I don't want to make any decision in my life. I don't want to continue studying there. I don't want to work at a back breaking factory for the rest of my days, if I quit. I don't want anyone to read this. I don't want to kill myself, because I'm scared. But I really do want to kill myself. I just want to end it all. My life has been just a streak of shitty happenings, I can't control my anger without alco and cigs, I can't talk to people normally, I cant have a family, I'm not smart to do anything except hard manual labor. Yet I can't do manual labor for too long because it feels too hard, I start to get stressed and I break things around me out of anger. More often than not, I just break my fists hitting a hard stone wall. I scream and lose hope at every single inconvenience.

I don't want help. I just want a good reason to kill myself. To end it all. I can't do this anymore.

Tomorrow I'm going to the psychiatrist. I hope that he puts me in a psych ward for the rest of my life.

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I found this chart on reddit some time ago, I thought to repost it here as well

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EDIT: I DO NOT NEED ADVICE ON WHY IT HAPPENED. THERE IS A VERY GOOD REASON WHY MY DAD USED TO CHOKE WHEN HE WAS ALIVE. MY LOVED ONES == MY DAD.

WORDS OF CONSOLATION ARE WELCOME, ANYTHING ELSE BUZZ OFF, GO BUG SOMEONE ELSE. You either comment to make me feel better under my mental health post or refrain from writing. It’s simple

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Nowadays if anyone even coughs while we are eating I get startled and anxious and if someone starts to choke and gets red I rush in like crazy and do the manoeuvre and then they are OK but I am left trembling and shaking and crying, feel terrible while everyone else is like shrugging it off.

I remember I had to do this many times on my father and it was really scary especially once or twice or thrice I can’t remember as he collapsed to the ground and I couldn’t lift him again and there were red dots on his face saliva dropping and collapsing on the ground

Actually it happened again today now on someone else and it fucking ruined my day and everyone just moved on like it was nothing, chatting happily now in the next room. Like we weren’t this close even tho the person was sitting afterwards with red eyes and face and who the fuck knows what was going to happen

I am anxious to eat certain things alone. I don’t eat fucking apples nor groats and every time I am alone I eat very carefully some things like some gollum hunching over the plate

Why do they not care and chat like nothing happened

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(i forgot. Again. Only for three days though, hopefully it isn't a big deal)

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She loves all the masculine things, detests pretty dresses and such. Even speaks with contempt if she sees the more hyper feminine styled people. Absolutely loves all the macho movies with 2D women serving as a background to the main brooding male. Anime is for losers and kids, well that’s maybe not super untrue but still.

To this day thanks to that I have coded in my brain that feminine things are just some stupid shit.

It feels like I had two fathers.

It’s not a big deal because hey it is what it is and I don’t know any different but seriously I only recently learned that there is nothing wrong with femininity.

Also my dad was weirdly passive person tbh, never seen anyone this timid and my mom used to say “he is the only one that can stand me, that’s why I chose him” which honestly in retrospection is kinda a red flag lol. I mean I love her but like maybe we weren’t the most normal family hm

She is probably “not like the other girls” at the very least but there are more interesting things about her which I won’t mention to not darken the light of day nor traumatise my dear readers (animal abuse). Suffice to say that we are not strong at the empathetic pursuits but I intend to develop and grow these parts.

Instead of seeing my dad as a weak wimp and a doormat I have grown to love the memories of him. There is certain value in gentleness. And a pity in seeing fear and anxiety. It’s a shame he didn't manage to properly extend his wings and rise from his knees. He never cut off these invisible chains that seemed to always drag him down, muffle his voice and made him hesitate.

There are thousands like him going through life with some burden, afraid to raise the chin. Content with the minimum. Anxious to fight for what they rightfully deserve.

I guess I will too find one like this. I can already tell that I am pulled to the outcasts shy nerds because well it’s kinda cute

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