I'mma have to ask everyone to take this to the top. Rain upvotes! Please. Thank you.

In the case of toxic people, family or not, cutting them out of your life really makes a difference.

That's why I love the internet. You can ask the stupidest or most inappropriate questions and it's more than likely that : 1- someone has already asked the same question or 2- someone will gladly give you an answer. At the same time there will always be that someone who will bash you for anything you might say or do (too ugly, too pretty, too fat, too skinny, etc).

This. i am fed up of people who have never suffered from depression but declare suicides as cowards.

Going through hard times definitely didn't make me stronger. It made me sadder and a lot more fragile and took away a lot of my faith in things.

To them it was their "normal" behavior.

🥺Thank you

I will admit that when my depression was at its lowest (besides suicide attempt). I didn't brush my teeth, brush my hair or showered in over 2 weeks. It was all just too hard.

Why does his expression match that statement perfectly. Lol. Good on you eagle.

That's my life spelt out!

I remember mom picking me up early from school in 4th grade to go see the 1st Star Trek movie. Still one of the best school memories, ever.

I wish social anxiety was an excuse. It has ruined so much of my life.

This makes me think maybe I have social anxiety.

Being afraid to eat in public because you are chonky and people are looking at you so you have to have such good manners, and while eating pizza with a knife and fork, you drio it down the from of your white shirt. I'm 54. I've learned better, and blue feel much better about it, but it still bugs me.

I sometimes get such anxiety I hear laughter of my coworkers And I Want to explode in rage fit to stop them because I think they discuss me And it feels u fair but deep down There is my sober adult self holding the chain of my emotions And desperatelly trying to hold it down because it knows its Just in my brain, its nothing to be stressed about, I am awesome and it Will pass And mosty I Will make fool of myself And feel Shame if I blew out for nothing

i have a customer at work that wont let anyone but me serve him (my coworkers are lovely people) because he's known me for years, and i know exactly how to treat him. he needs extra time to tell you his order, he cannot be rushed, otherwise he freaks out and walks away. you need to give him his own time and space. i'm sure my coworkers would do great with him, but he knows me, so i think it's just easier for him to wait for me to serve him

I remember having teenage acne n was bullied by one kid. I developed a new skin mentally n walk around not caring if people looked, (it was severe a little mild really!)

I can't approach a group of people even if they are my friends. I've had panic attacks in class over asking teachers for permission to go to the bathroom or get water, and during presentations. When I was 14 and got my first period I didn't tell anyone for months, instead sneaking around and pilfering quarters for tampon machines. I knew I was nonbinary for over a year of painful dysphoria before I came out to my parents when there was no question they'd accept me. So I'd love to have been making that up but no.

My parents literally just think I’m shy and have forced me to talk for myself and I almost have a f*****g panic attack

Leaving the thread now to go scream the rage out. Hugs and love sent out to everyone here who is struggling!!

Man this thread is causing me to check boxes I wasn't even aware of.🥴

No it is not.

Any time I am out somewhere and hear laughter near me, I assume someone is laughing at me. :(

I was blessed to have friends that knew I wouldn't go in to a restaurant/bar alone even though I was meeting a group. One would be outside or checking the parking lot from a window to make sure I didn't drive away. I was in my 20's. Now I can go anywhere but I still may get that panic, stomach roll, sweaty feeling I just understand what it is.

People who say that about any anxiety are full of sh1t!

For 20 years of my life teachers gave me the ultimate cure: "just don't think about it."

YES!

Get TF over yourself, whiny MF's.. I get depressed like anyone else, except I don't publicly post it for everyone to see and gain Likes.

Me looking into the mirror: "This is all YOUR fault!"

I feel personally attacked

"You need to work harder". "You need to give up on the lattes". "You need to .............."

I just felt a weight drop onto my shoulders when I read this.

I needed people who actually cared about me and wouldn't ditch me on the playground for someone else and leave me alone without any friends for the rest of the year at the drop of a hat

Depression is not the tears you shed it's the smile you fake

#FACTS

This post is about me and I accept it....it's true. P.S. I'm not a doctor, my parents are still disappointed.

I felt this to my very core. Not to mention the loss of sleep over the associate anxiety.

Sometimes I question myself if I’m a toxic person. I may hurt others without realizing it. I really want to change to be a better person

One time when I was at my lowest I was driving around and contemplating where to park and potentially take my own life. An older gentleman was walking down the back road I was on with his wife and he turned and smiled at me with the most genuine smile I'd seen. His wife turned and did the same and they both waved. That couple saved my life by just showing me a moment of genuine humanity by smiling. Guilt was what drove me to want to die. This post made me remember this.

True. Never really thought about that. Was relentlessly bullied as a child and teachers/parents always ignored and brushed under the carpet. I always bury problems deep now, work through in my own space and never tell anyone.

I've never felt so seen.

As though you had a choice to be depressed when in reality you were having very serious mental health issues.

I did this too. I survived three attempts that night.

My mom says she had anxiety but I don't think she understands how serious mine really is

I think I want to be hospitalised, I need the break from this world.

Pretending not to be depressed is exhausting and then one day the energy it takes isn't there

I'm so very appreciative and grateful that I have a hubby like that. He has dealt with so much with me and my depression. He has supported me and loved me throughout everything.