So basically my ex got remarried and they are presenting like this happy perfect couple everybody gets along. My daughter says her new stepdad is awesome and great and wonderful blah blah blah but I guess it’s still kind of hurts maybe. I have a great relationship with my daughter so I don’t feel like I’m being replaced, but it still feels weird. Is this normal?

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Nothingness.

Nothing but loneliness, anxiety and desperately trying to cling onto the idea of being able to carry on.

It hurts.

And there's no one you can tell.

Because responses, reactions, the true responses, will range from indifference over disdain to hatred.

There are people who prey on you, just waiting for a moment of weakness to "reconnect" only for them to dump their same old negativity onto you at the very first opportunity.

Which is why you broke up with them in the first place.

How do I go on from here?

I'm 25, in the final year of my BA History degree, and I genuinely don't know what I'm doing with my life anymore.
Things at home have been getting progressively worse. My parents' marriage is deteriorating, my dad has been staying at his office for days at a time, and my family depends on him financially. My relationship with both my parents is getting worse, too. My mother constantly compares me to relatives and family friends, while my father compares where I am in life to where he was at my age. I feel like I'm perpetually disappointing everyone.
College isn't helping. Most lectures are online, the teaching isn't great, I barely interact with classmates, and I'm approaching graduation without a clear career path. I don't want to spend my life competing for jobs I don't care about, working just to survive, or being measured against other people's achievements. But I also don't know what a realistic alternative looks like.
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Hii I am 19F and i am really struggling right now with relationships and life in general. would love somebody to talk to that can hopefully offer me some help and advice.

My Nanna recently passed. However myself and my family (parents and brother) were not notified at all of this, we had to find out by checking obituary records.

We suspected in the last year or so that she had cut my Dad off from the will and during this time was suffering from Dementia.

My Nanna had 2 children. My Dad. And my Auntie.

My Auntie has never involved herself in my family's life unless it was to ask for something, and she has never put in any effort to get into the housing market herself, simply renting forever. I'm also led to believe she had done or was complacent in fraud over the years.

With my Nanna's recent passing we confirmed after seeking a copy of the will from the courts, that she did in fact cut my Dad off entirely and handed the house and most if not all assets to my Auntie.

My Dad is a hard working man who worked long hours. Bought a house and paid off a mortgage over his working life. Even paying into his mum's house by forgoing certain housing grants so his parents could use them.

He also visited her weekly to check on her and help etc.

My Dad came down with a terminal illness about 2 or so years ago. By terminal I mean there's no cure or treatment. There is things available to slow it's progression but it's only buying time for our family and it's experimental.

Here's where I fit in. I'm angry my Dad was completely cut off from the will, robbed of funds that could have improved his health / living standards. I also feel robbed that, even though in her final years where our family and her didn't see eye to eye. We didn't even get the chance to properly grieve or visit as she deteriorated.

My parents and brother both seem to have gotten over these issues and are simply happy for what our family has (rather than what we could have) but am I right in still being angry and numb over this whole situation? My Auntie got a house she didn't deserve, my dad got nothing, and yet my family aren't doing anything about it? I'm.... Emotionally numb... Should I feel something?

I used to like my Nanna but the fact she prioritised my Aunties side of the family and couldn't even be honest with my family. There are many more examples of favouritism also.

How.... Does one move on?

help me please. im so lost only death is my way out

i havent drank or eaten in hopes i pass by dehydration as plqn b since i still havent made the commitment to book a driver to go jump off

after nothingness and nobody for 20 years for 100 days we were toegther and i tried and i was loved and i had an image of a future and i went from doing nothing since all my life to doing everything for him because i wanted to i wanted to live with him and without a doubt i felt like it was gonna happen. 24/7 together always in a call i felt so loved and i tried my hardest with words and actions to show how hard i loved him and how excited i was to be with him next year

so many promises of never leaving me of us meeting of course of loving me and acting like it was all mutual just for it to end pretty much overnight and i get degraded and dehumanized then discarded without even any closure of why and how and what and when and how

i dont wanna talk about what ahppened since i dont even know where to begin

maybe like adopting a beat up street dog and loving it so hard and then after 4 months putting him back on the same street you got him from and then as it chases you you kick it away for a few seconds before you drive away with relief you got rid of it

my heart is aching and j cant think anymore. i dont know what to think i dont know what to do i dont have anybody or anything i just need to die i dont care anymore

i just want somebody right now and forever i just give up i wanna die i wanted to die and then i found the love of my life just for this to happen the most evil most cruel thing somebody could do in the most evil and cruel way they could do it

theres nothing holding me i cant even say im hanging on by a thread because i am not. i just gave up i dont know why im even posting this. i cant say if i have too many thoughts or no thoughts at all

ive just been floating around like a crazy person the past few days doing both nothing and anything i could do as hopes of i dont know a distraction a whatever i dont know

ive slept in my dads room and since ive got the intent of acting on suicide in my head i just told him a summary of what happened since who cares and tldr of course he just dismisses me and tells me nonchalantly to go back to school and socialize and go to tgerapy. i cant handle this anymore

i called my mom after two years of not talking and got hung up on because she says shes already tired and doesnt want me ruining her mood more tho i didnt think it would happen so early into hearing me speak. the day after told her as i was dissociating while she spoke about her life because who gives a shit im gonna kill myself that im christian and of course it went how i expected or lack of

i dont know what to do. i cant do anything nobody wants me my mom doesnt my dad doesnt my cat doesnt even want to be near me so i have no help at all objectively and of course nobody else from my shitty family. even as a last resort of 'i dont know whats gonna happen to me i just want distractions from what ever the fuck is happening to me' nobody wants me still i dont know what i wxpected that maybe after years at least the time mightve made them soft towards me but a phone call and hearing me speak like a dead peson was enough of a reminder for them that they dont want this disgusting depressed adult burden on them who would want that

i dont know anything i dont know. i dont know why im posting this im sure no ones going to see it anyway and even if they do so what? i dont know whats gonna happen to me or if anythibgs gonna happen at all which is my fear. i am so scared of dying its not fair i dont even believe god is watching over me anymore or if he exists or if my belief of my whole life being a cruel punishment is true

i cant and will never heal from this i cant and will never find somebody else i will never find a magical different path i will never live unless its like this which isnt sometbing i wanna feel for even another minute its not possible

this is not a trauma response its not temporary its not about it being fresh and triggering me

i dont want to do anything nothing is appetozing or fulfilling even as distractions i dont wanna hold my phone i dont wanna watch bs gaming videos or scroll. i cant even scroll because every thing i see reminds me of him and i feel like im getting waterboarded each time i get reminded of him and what happened which is constant i just wanna die

i have no distractions ive just been waking up and talking to chatgpt and of course all its responses arent even responses i just wanna die maybe im hoping by this a stranger will message me maybe but then what whats the point whats that gonna lead to nothings gonna happen nothing i dont even know what i want to happen aside from a stereotypical savior which is not happening

i doubt so hard that god exists at all that im not even doing what i would always do before which is just asking him pettily for help somehow. i wanna and im gonna die. i dont know

i anticipate nothing i just wanna die and i dont have anyone or anything to tell or to care

please im so lost please. i cant do anything but die please

Life hates me and just stop please I don't like trouble so I don't get it you tell me but I don't get it

I'm not in trouble but it's just the hate that keeps getting into me

i’m very much bored and i want to talk to anyone about anything

TW: mentions of suicidal thoughts

My life is pretty complicated in several ways. I'm dealing with serious problems that make it hard to enjoy my current life, especially the environment I'm in. I try to find some rest, and it turns out that even there, I end up facing the worst.

I'd rather not share the dream itself, but it deeply shook me.

I don't know if you understand or have ever been through this: the kind of dream so awful that you want to cry the moment you wake up, that makes you wonder why your brain is capable of imagining things so horrible, disgusting and terrifying, and that keeps you awake because you're afraid to fall back asleep.

In that moment, I just wanted to die. I was thinking: my life is terrible, my dreams are even worse, just end it already.

I also found life so unfair. I'm full of trauma that shows up in my dreams, and I'm the one who has to deal with it alone while the people responsible walk free. I'm the one who has to endure the nightmares, the therapy, the rebuilding. I'm the one who suffers, who will keep suffering, and who has to fix it all. I'm still young, and I already feel like I've been dealing with this for so long.
When I realized that, I wanted to stop existing.

My dreams are no longer a gentle escape but maybe a prison, and it makes my stomach knot up. It feels like there's no end to this ordeal. Even if I grow up and move to a different environment, I'll still be haunted by my trauma and my dreams will keep going, right? When will it stop?

I lost my job and my girlfriend of 4 years broke up with me, and now I’m living in my car (we had an apartment together). I don’t have any friends or anyone I feel like I can tell this to. It’s so much harder living in my car than I expected and more expensive. Mostly I keep myself distracted but sometimes it all just hits me.