I only wear a tie and jacket when I’ve been feeling really upset and fed up with life. That way I have at least one thing to brighten my day. I have been dressing up every day for more than two weeks now…

How lost and hurt I really am. It’s easier to hide it all and pretend everything is getting better.

I feel really lonely.

I’m better at making people uncomfortable than making them laugh.

My wife cheated on me a few months back. She claims it was just one kiss and dirty texts but who really knows the extent of her infidelity besides him and her. I was beyond stupid and ignored all warning signs. I have told no one and it happened about 4 months ago. We are buying a house and have 2 kids. I initially forgave her and we worked on things. However, she and her sister are going on a cruise in November and I don’t trust her at all. FML.

I’ve been passively suicidal For 7+ years now and most days I wish I had a completely different life because I don’t want to live mine anymore. I just feel like I’m supposed to have died 7 years ago. I tear up a lot when I’m thinking about it too long. I love a lot of my life. But I can’t imagine wanting to live it.

Compassion fatigue is slowly killing me. I’m so tired. I love my friends and family deeply, but I need a break from being the shoulder to cry on for awhile

I cried over bell peppers today. I always made my dad stuffed orange bell peppers on Halloween. I would cut the little jack o lantern faces out and everything. He’s been dead for three years but today for a second in the grocery store I thought oh that’s right I need orange bell peppers.

I’m probably getting a little too keen on coke at this point

I dropped three courses not because I was failing academically, but because I was very close to killing myself.

I have eaten food quantities that were listed as "family-sized" in a single sitting, many times.

I almost caused a car accident a few days ago because I zoned out and ran a red light. Even though nothing happened, I feel really guilty about it.

I just started drinking again. I would have been 2 years sober in January.

I’m 28 years old and still struggle reading analog clocks

I haven’t done a single assignment this semester, I haven’t even gone to class. I don’t know why I’m doing this.

I've always told everyone my mom died of cancer. She committed suicide. Footnote: So did my son.

I should be job searching because I need to leave my job soon due to life changes, but I can’t bring myself to care. I just procrastinate with video games and meaningless tasks.

Every day I hate the life I'm living a little bit more. I can retrace my steps and see all the choices that would have gotten me to where I wish I was too, but I feel so trapped now. I feel so unwanted and out of place all the time.

I feel like I'm incapable of love

I’ve tried so hard to not be my mom and not be like her that I started doing things she did, and lying to myself and everyone around me, just like she does. One year of therapy down, and I’m trying really hard to put a stop to my bad patterns.

I have terminal cancer and am tired of the side effects of the treatments and the pain the cancer is causing. I really want to just die and get it over with but my wife and two daughters would be devastated if I stopped fighting.

I don’t think I want kids because I’m too much like my father. I can end the bloodline with me.

I have to tell myself that I am a lot happier than I actually am every day.

I'm disturbed by how difficult it is to feel passion or motivation about anything in my present life. I've gone through years of higher education, internships, freelance work, and portfolio work and revisions and I feel absolutely nothing for any of it, which disturbs me greatly, but I keep on the "everything's great and I'd LOVE to lick your corporate boots" face on because it's what is expected of me and anyone else looking for work. This also extends to my "hobbies", dramatic air quotes, because honestly? I don't even love what I used to love or think I love anymore, and that also disturbs me an incredible amount.

I've become really detached from life ever since my mom passed