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.

fuck

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.

My only real regret. well thats a lie i have maybe dozens of them, But convincing myself life would get better was probably the biggest one when i was 16. It didnt. I have dedicated my life to a trade i hate. I have no real friends or companions. No family. no loved ones. the only real joy i have is that i can try to befriend a local cat. Oh well. always next year. Fucked up thing is i'm too broke to kill myself in a way i would want. Fucking England and its frankly cowardly gun laws. Anyway. God speed folks.

EDIT. SHit just noticed someone posted something excatly like this 28 days ago in this sub. Even my suicidal tendencies are hack. Well fuck.

I don’t want to exist anymore everything is too hard and painful. I flunked out of college, lost every job I had (most recent firing happened after my racist coworker threw me on the ground and punched the back of my head), I don’t have any significant other, no car and license, I’m too afraid to talk to my friends, and I’m scared of leaving my room and house. Every time I close my eyes there’s a very high chance of me seeing myself getting beat by various people that hurt me. My dreams are horrible and I wake up in a pile of sweat every morning. It’s too painful, I thought when I turned 21 that I could become an adult and everything would be better. I just want to kill myself more.

Everything and everyone look to hurt me why shouldn’t I kill myself? Maybe then I stop looking over my shoulder worried about everything.

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 am a 19 year old and I’m at the point in my life where I see no point in going forward. My anxiety is crippling so I have zero friends or romantic partners and I can barely get my assignments done for school. Nobody loves me so I can’t talk to anyone about my feelings. I also have chronic pain, I really cannot think of a reason for me not to end it all. If anyone can come up with anything that would be nice.

People are miserable. Life is miserable. I want to die

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.

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.

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

I don’t want to die but I feel like I have to I don’t deserve to be here I don’t deserve anything it doesn’t matter anymore everyone will be happy if I’m gone

everyone dismisses me and always wants me gone. i make every room i walk into uncomfortable because i never have anything happy or nice to say. no one wants me out, so i just hide in my room unless i need to eat. no one realizes. no one cares. no one even knows i exist. they’ll all know their faults one day when they find me

My husband told me I needed to tell my doc about what I told him. I told him that the only reason why I haven't killed myself is because I didn't want him to find my body. I was going to OD on my meds, but I really don't want it to hurt. So I've been considering getting a gun and doing it, I just don't know where I'd do it. I just wish I could disappear. I don't want anyone to find me. I don't want to traumatize anyone. I ended up cutting myself but I lied about what it was from because I'm ashamed. Truly wish there was an off switch.

I wrote my goodbye letter tonight. I’ve been struggling for a long time, and recently so many things have happened at once that I feel completely exhausted. I’m tired of hurting and I don’t know how to imagine things getting better anymore. I hate thought of getting through everyday one step at a time. I am already so tired I don't want to keep fighting.

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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 :(

(for background: I am a 15 year old female to male transgender person with severe gender dysphoria) I don’t want to live like this anymore. I’m too young for bottom surgery yet that seems to be the only thing I need in life. I can’t bear looking down at my genitals anymore. It’s not fair that people get to be born in the right body and I don’t. I don’t know what to do with myself right now.

What do people see in life that I don’t? There’s nothing favorable about it, I can’t put in my head how it can be such a positive thing when there’s so much negativity from this world growing every more so often

Maybe I’m just a loser thinking this way, but it’s the only way it makes sense for me and that’s fine I suppose.

Life is truly a mystery. I can’t wait to die one of these days.

Please

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