I can’t go on. I can’t. He died in a motorcycle crash. We have been trying for a baby for a year. We would have had our appointment today to start shots and our doctor was adamant that this would be the month we finally got pregnant. He’s been taken from me and I can’t breathe. I can’t even go back to my home. I can’t go on. I can’t go on without him. He was my everything. My best friend. We were attached at the hip.

I don’t remember a lot, but I know I left my mom and sister’s home in the night while everyone was asleep and I walked over 3 miles to get to mine and my husband’s home. I had this sudden urge and this pull that if I could just get to mine and my husband’s house where his guns were, then I was going to follow him. I could and would finally be with him again. I would follow him. I always told him I would follow him wherever he would go. And I meant that.. because I loved him with a love deeper than anything else in this world.

I work for a police department. One of the officers out patrolling saw me and called in the supervisor on their shift and they made me stop. They wouldn’t let me go. I was so close. I was only another two miles away from being with him again. They took away the means for me to be with my husband.

I need to be with him. I need to know another way that isn’t painful that I can be with my soulmate again. He was my everything. We had our whole lives together ahead of us. I am not me without him. I can’t bear to take another breath without him here.

I (24F) recently stumbled upon a method I hadn’t heard of or thought of before. It is supposedly efficient, fast, and relatively painless. I decided today I’m going to do it. I’ve acquired all the materials and chosen a spot to pass under my favorite willow tree. In the next couple weeks, I’ll completely clean my apartment so no one has to see how I was living. I will write a note, and prepare boxes for people of items I want them to have. I feel very peaceful and prepared to go. I reconnected with my ex last night and it brought up a lot of feelings. Mostly how completely and utterly unlovable I am. No one ever chooses me. It’s not like I will be missed by these people. Everyone has a first choice and it’s never me. That’s okay, I wouldn’t choose me either, and I’ve accepted that. I think I can finally be somewhat happy knowing my time is coming.

I'm hoping I die on the way to this job fair or on the way back. I just don't want to do any of this anymore, I need to make a suicide plan or get some idea of how I need to go before I end up having to do some job I don't want even for a week. I'm 24 and this adult shit hasn't been fun or fulfilling and I can't make it that way if I don't have some kind of privilege. This isn't looking worth living to me and I have to let go of this life. I need to get over not knowing what comes in the afterlife and just do it. Stop thinking about what keeps me here and just go.

I cant get the hope to be dead to just be reality.

Day in day out no purpose just functional there is no longer any thrill to living

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fuck

I am 12 soon to be 13, I have been suffering from gender dysphoria and Body dyspmorphia for 1 year and 6 or more months. I live in a household that does not welcome people like me.

Well, let's start the story from the beginning. I was around 11, I have gotten myself into the AI chatbot scene, I know it sounds horrible, but somehow, someway I started questioning my identity as well with it. This went on for a few months, then I stumbled uppon Twitter (I still hate it, but I keep coming back to it). I searched up furry art because I recently watched Beastars, but as I scrolled I stumbled uppon NSFW art which started my furry porn addiction. I felt disgusted with myself, even if I didn't touch myself. It made me become anxious about sexual topics, like really. I never want to hear of them.

The first half of 6th grade is... A fog. I cannot remember what happened in that half, but I know I had started to want to kill myself. It only worsened. In the first month of 2026 I found friends who I played with, but one if them made me think I have no problems and they were made up, they were also transphobic.

By then I had quit the AI platform and stopped watching that disgusting thing. Summer went as usual... Then in the last few days something shifted in me. Whenever I felt any emotion I went numb, I felt numb. I don't know what this is, but I have a bad feeling. This means I'm becoming weaker

I might die.

My bet for how long I have is this year is my last.

Also I'm proud of the trans people who survived an enviroment like mine. Keep living on.🤗

I hate my life

i've wanted to die for so long but i am just really scared of my attempt failing, i don't want to survive and be riddled with all of the complications that come with failed attempts, i secretly keep hoping that i'll get into an accident or become terminally ill because i don't want to survive. it makes me feel selfish but i just cannot be bothered with anyone or anything. nobody loves and cares for me the way i do and it breaks my heart. all i am asking for is for someone to care and not brush my feelings and thoughts off or pin it to some irrelevant reason. i just want someone to care about me, but even that feels too much to ask for.

I've been researching suicide methods for the past few days and it honestly feels like a coping skill. Knowing there's a way out of my brain gives me comfort and gets me through the day. My brain is in overdrive 24/7 and I live in a world where my negative thoughts are reality. I cannot separate the thoughts from reality despite therapy. I am incredibly exhausted, and if I can't get my life back and enjoy it, then there is no point in continuing this song and dance.

I am hoping that I get lucky and just die naturally, but knowing that if I need to I can jump in front of a train or something is comforting.

Please

So you're telling me that venting, y'know, VENTING is actually something only adults do, so obviously you should be over 18 to vent, right Reddit? It's almost funny when you're trying to help your own mental health and find people you can talk to because you cant talk to your family, you're not allowed therapy, and calling support lines is out of the question but Reddit swoops in and says no, no I'd rather you were dead. It seems to be an awfully good idea to die, i mean, who even wants me alive, it's not like I can get support from anywhere? I'm just one dead body.

i cant take it anymore guys. i miss him sm it hurts itll never go away i have every reason to kms rn.

I just see that we are meant to suffer meaninglessly and it can always get worse.

I am an antinatalist and I do not look forward to anything. I am having really depressive days. what to do :(

I have been with a girl and she was the love of my life like she healed what I didn’t know was broken and she is pregnant with mine ( 100%sure) and then she broke up with me and refuses to get back together and now I can’t find any motivation to do anything or even care and I’m about to say f it and commit because I can’t keep going when she keeps pushing me away and all I need is her and I’ve tried to explain it over and over but she never listens and idk what to do and I just give up

i hate myself so much i genuinely fantasize about being killed in the most gruesome brutal ways possible.

most times the fantasies are of someone inflicting it on me but sometimes i fantasize about doing it myself. stuff like being used as target practice and being shot and killed in the process, being taken out back behind a store and having someone beat me to death, getting jumped and having a bunch of people repeatedly kick my worthless body until i succumb to the trauma.

if any of these things happened to me i wouldnt even fight back.

when i fantasize about hurting myself its always things like twisting a knife into my stomach, slamming my head into a wall over and over again and slashing my wrists.

the weird thing is that ive only actually acted on these fantasies once and that was when i was in the 5th grade and i cut myself for the first time. ive been clean ever since but i swear to god every day the urge to ''relapse'' if you can even call it that becomes stronger and stronger. its insane how i dont even have the guts to actually hurt myself, only fantasize about it.

im so fucking stupid that i cant even do basic math. the only thing im actually good at is playing videogames. i cant do anything right and all i do is feel sorry for myself and cry.

the only reason im still on this earth is because my family would be devastated if i killed myself. partly also because once i turn 21 ill be able to buy copious amounts of alcohol and hopefully try to drown out my crippling depression and attempt to live. maybe thatll help me.

I’m having a hallucinations and I’m all shaking while I write this. I’m not sure if I can live until tomorrow. I’m all shaking. I can’t do this anymore

Okay, so I am a recovering addict, I've been clean for one year. I made two mistakes today which I took it as me destined to be a failure. I got dysregulated and started blowing up my therapist's phone.

She eventually called me back and said that if I can't apply the skills she gives me, she'd have to probably quit and refer me to an IOP or a PHP. I already got to check with my PO once a week, do community service once a week, I work a regular full-time job, and doing an IOP or PHP wold get in the way with that.

So I yelled at her. I yelled at her and told her "Thank you for single handedly ruining my life. YOU RUINED IT"

Well, she got upset and she said she never said that, she said that it might have to get to that if I don't learn to follow the skills she provides for me. I then realize I was out of line.

Which made me realize... I do yell at people when I get emotionally dysregulated. I am an abusive person and I need to end my life to make the world a better place. And sadly, that's the only way to do it.

No more having to watch straight people get everything. No more not being able to ever be myself without hate & violence. No more wishing for a man that isnt wired to like me but loves every girlfriend I know. Im so happy. Its the only way. Theres no version of a future I see myself being happy in.

I already told my mom and siblings Im not gonna see them again. They thought it was me cutting them off. In a way it is though. Its wrong but I dont wanna be there to watch my nieces get everything growing up when me with my sexuality and less than 1% ethnicity in the country were in have been abused all my life. Im in my late 20s and I havent seen a friend or talked to one in over 7 years now. The political landscape got so bad. Its considered a bad look to be seen around with someone middle-eastern here. Its okay if youre a woman though. These guys will include you in everything and make kids with you they wouldve spat on when they were high-schoolers. Life is a vain game. Im so excited to let go of it. If anyone relates to this - I love you. Goodbye!

Honest I may die after school I can’t do this

I’m grieving badly for two of my kids. One left with me. Need money badly and if I die I have an insurance policy. I am struggling to find the next breath and everyone who says they are there for me is so far away and just gives platitudes and nothing meaningful. I want the pain to be over.

My wife had to take a rope off me but I know where she has put it. She made me promise not to do anything but when I’m sitting here and the pain keeps smacking me in the guts I just don’t want to go on.