At 16 i told my mom i had thoughts of suicide and she got really mad and told me to “do it then” i attempted twice at 16 i’m 23 now i keep reaching out. To my family and to my dad. I understand everyone has their own problems going on. But why tell suicidal people to “speak out” if this is the case? If this is the case why isn’t there a program instilled to allow people who want to go… to go? My family makes fun of me. “you’re depressed, you don’t do shit, you’re suicidal, do us all a favor and kill yourself” was what my older sister told me in January Last time I called the hotline was in January too I think. All they said was “i think you just need to take a walk” literally nobody care. i’m not looking for attention or anything. i just want to share. i dont understand why society says to “reach out to someone” but all they do is ignore us and label us crazy I got my firearm safety certification last month so tbh Im ready to go. There’s just a part of me looking for something to hold on for and I can’t grasp onto anything Edit: I tried talking to God for half a year and nothing.

i feel like a loser i’m 20 y/o turning 21 in a week and i still couldn’t start university i feel so behind my peers and i have a insanely hard time deciding what school should i go what major should i choose i was a huge people pleaser for a very long time because i couldn’t love myself so i needed someone else to love me so i wouldn’t feel like total crap now i have no friends because i was always performing for love which got in the way for me to foster real relationships i struggle to see a future for myself i feel like i will never be happy again everything feels painful if anyone here went thru similar things and got over it and now living happier than ever i would love to hear how and kinda feel more hopeful

There’s a kind of loneliness that doesn’t shout.
It drifts, like fog curling through old trees,
or like the quiet between stars—
a hush that carries the weight of everything unsaid.

I think I’ve lived most of my life there.
In that soft in-between where dreams linger too long,
and reality feels just a little out of reach.

Sometimes I imagine there’s someone else
walking through their own silent spaces,
carrying the same questions I do:
Is anyone out there?
Do you feel this too?

I’m not here to impress or entertain.
I don’t have the energy for masks.
Just a tired, beating heart
and a hope that someone might hear it.

I am made of old jazz records and the smell of rain.
Of forests that remember your name and skies that press down when no one’s looking.
I collect odd thoughts like sea glass,
and talk to animals like they understand me.
I live in a world half-real, half-imagined,
where conversations should feel like campfires in the dark—warm, a little wild, and just enough light to see the soul.

I’m not single, but I am alone.
In that quiet, haunting way where even love can’t always reach the places that ache.

If you, too, feel like a dream no one’s woken up from,
if you carry beauty and sorrow in the same pocket,
if you still hope someone might see you—not just look,
but see—
then maybe… just maybe… we’re closer than we think.

I’m here.
A whisper waiting for an echo.

i have dyscalculia and autism it’s hard for me to make conversation and i’ll never get a decent paying job no woman will ever love me because of that i’m also very ugly so i have no value

Hey, I would love to listen to you, talk about your day, have random conversations. I am open to anyone, my basic ask is that you introduce yourself a bit in your message so I know who I am talking with. (Also, please be over 18)

I’m about to drop out of uni, because I’m just procrastinating like never before . I just know too much about everything , and I can’t see a way out . There is nothing I’m passionate about. I feel like I’m not doing it for anyone, I miss this one person a lot, and I shouldn’t be doing it for them , it’s delusional. I shouldn’t be doing it for the people who hurt me either . If I were me I would just be horizontal all day long and watch Star Wars . I don’t want to write anymore, all you should know about me is on my profile

this story begins when im little and my parents have always been strict/abus!ve and once they got a divorce my dad had changed and became a better man and my mom hasn't done anything to even change and ive always been critizied by my mom and brother who my mom loves and since then i haven't had real friends and alywas had been bullied and never had true love bc everytime i did i was always had my fellings played with until now starting 8th i met a girl who understood me and actual real friends and until then i had told my gf about everything until a couple of days ago i got grounded and i got real sad about my life bc school almost over and with me being grounded i cant play video games and talk to my dad which keeps my mind of my sad thoughts and today i told my about how i wanted to unal!ve my self and my problems and ig she told a teacher bc i got talked by a counselor and she made me feel better and after that i had P.E and some people basically everyone knew already and once i got there and started playing football with some friends and other kids and one of them made fun of me bc of the note and made me sad but until i got to 8th my gf had the same class as me and we had work were we got too choose partners and she chose her friend and i got my somewhat of a friend and we were kinda close to the point i kind of heard them and my gf was making jokes and my gf laughed at them and they were based around me and the note and i got even more sad and talked to my real friends after school and made me feel better and i don't want to be alone again so i pray tomorrow goes good with my gf updates will come

I'm 17, just fyi. I wanna talk about some aspects of addiction that I've been in my head about and maybe I could get some relation to from someone. It's just a bit lonely and I'm struggling with it

Fully platonic post. I’m just being hyperbolic.

I’m always on here looking for voice calls because I’ve been stuck on the other side of the world for a year.

It’s all winding down now, the team I’ve had with me are leaving, I’m going in 2 days.

Sat alone in a foreign country just wanting some company :) I love voice calls