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@wonderousSigns7 About two years ago, a good friend of mine asked me out to the movies. I wasn't feeling it at first, but after a few romantic nights, I fell for her. She moved an hour away for one summer, and we survived that. She visited every weekend. We had big plans. We were going to get married and adopt her little sister to save her from her abusive mother.

One day, while she lived an hour away, we were kissing, and she slipped a ring on my left index finger. I asked if it was a promise ring, and when she replied with an adorable "Yes," I hugged her for so long and with so much love. I gave her a promise ring a couple months later for our one year anniversary.

Then her depression hit. She became increasingly distant with decreasing energy. I would visit her whenever I could to take naps with her because that was all she wanted to do. Until one day, I visited, and she was not happy to see me. She didn't like the change in her schedule. About a month after that, she left me. She told me she wasn't treating me right due to her depression but that she would see a psychiatrist and then we could see about getting back together.

But she called me a month later to tell me she had slept with a married couple and that she wanted to get into a relationship with them. I was absolutely crushed. I spoke to her once since then, just to make sure they weren't taking advantage of her depressed state.

Since she left, I have tried to die an uncountable number of times; I have been hospitalized twice; and I dream about being with her almost every night. It has been five months since she left, and I just don't know what to do. I love her so much, even though she hurt me worse than anyone ever has. I'm starting to wonder if I am meant to somehow get over her or if she truly is the one for me, if our paths will cross again, and if I should talk to her soon.

Has anyone been through anything similar?

The worst part of depression for me is waking up every morning exhausted and feeling less and less like myself as the days go by.

I used to be so curious to try new things, to explore new places and to travel. I used to get goosebumps from listening to good music and cry happy tears when I read cards and letters. I used to be able to fall asleep and have good dreams, the kind that puts me in a good mood when I wake up the next day. I miss feeling happy and cheerful and that varied range of emotions I used to have.

I miss feeling like I was worthy of a good life if I tried hard enough. I miss being able to feel grateful about the things I have. I miss feeling like I still had a chance to be accepted for who I was.

Instead, Im just mostly messed up and numb and confused from all 3 of my mental health conditions (OCD, ED and Depression).

I used to think that the chances of getting 3 conditions in one lifetime was extremely rare. Maybe it is, but it happened anyway, and Im so sick of living life confused, scared and tired.

Everyone keeps telling me about how Im still young and I should be grateful for the things I have. But I want to tell them that I cant, that all I feel is either depressed or emptiness.

Ok Ive never done this before and I dont know where to start I guess. The main reason Im here is because Im still bitter towards my father. Long story short, he was horrible (but Im not sure if it was intentional or not because everyone except for me and kind-of my brother praise him for being a good person when he was actually kind of an asshole to be completely honest. I like to think he tried his best but he made me feel worthless among other things and would yell at me so badly that Id get panic attacks and he used to beat my dog and a bunch of stuff, I could go on. The thing is, I DO have good memories with him too. Its complicated) but after my grandpa, who was a great man and my fsthers father, died, I noticed he gradually began to change and (even though I didnt think it was possible) he became like literally a different person. I feel like my real father, this new man, was absent my whole life and like a just met him. Ok but the problem is, I forgave him but a part of me is still bitter and sees him as who he was instead of who he has become, and it distances me from him (and the rest of my family, in a way) even though I want to be close to him. Its actually been really nice these last two years because things are better than they have been in a really long time (if not forever), but I need to get rid of this bitterness yknow?

I feel that I'm losing a friend because if his manipulating and jealous girlfriend.

We just started to talk again and I feel like I'm losing him.

I'm currently doing college homework and it feels pointless as I have no interests in any of these things. I just wanted to get a degree but now it feels pointless to go to college anymore.

I feel extremely alone, empty and tired of everything. I am fed up of ranting and trying anymore...

I'm tired, reaaally tired of pushing myself to be on the same level of those who don't struggle with depression or anxiety and never being able to achieve the same. I mean i work hard, get my job done and always give a little (which is not a little for me) extra. Yet no one seems to appreciate it, so hell no, i m not even trying anymore, i'll be as mediocre as everyone else is. I'm tired of never being accepted for what i am but instead being asked to be different to "get there" (anywhere) so yeah, not anymore.

I don't want to wake up anymore. I want to swim forever in my ugly lake. I want everyone to forget about me. Why is it that I'm uncomfortable around my family, but I'm as open as a blossomned flowers with my friends? Just why don't I feel "at home" when I'm at home ? Why am I like this? Why am I even here? My head is aching and I want to sleep....forever. I'm sorry I wasted your time in reading this. Take care and Stay safe all of you. Don't ay of you forget to breathe. Keep the beats in sync and alive.

I just had the worst date from hell. Im not ready to date yet. As soon as he tried to hug me, I ran. My ex husband put me through hell. And probably ruined my dating life forever.

I am in love with unavailable friend who I cannot help because I have no resources and I several states away.

I feel useless and worthless and my heart hurts.

Writing makes me happy, but I am worried over my friend.

Can't I just be happy and make him happy too? Am I too greedy? Am I stupid?