I was a exactly abused when I was 13 by my best friends older brother. I didn't tell anyone because I was scared if him. I always tried to make excuses not to go round her house but she pressured me to. I found different friends and unfortunately trusted someone one of my new friends with this secret. She told my old best friend and suddenly everyone hated me, they started saying I was lying. When I left school, I got a job at my local pub, just down the road from me, I loved it. It was mainly older people drinking there (40 year olds ect). I was good friends with a lot of the customers including the few younger people (25 year olds). One day after finishing late from work, a group of the younger guys offered me a lift home because it was dark. I accepted. They didn't take me home though. They took me to a field, which was near my house, they offered me a drink and I didn't think anything of it, so I accepted. I don't usually drink so after a couple I was pretty well gone. 2 of the guys left, leaving me with Ben. I was feeling sick so I sat on the floor with me head between my legs. The next thing I knew, he was on top of me, holding me down. When I very first work up I was confused, I could hear a banging noise. After a moment, I realised what was happening. Ben was raping me. I tried to push him off of me but he was too strong and continued to hold me down. When I returned home, I called the police. When the next day came, almost everyone in the small village where I lived knew what had happened. Some people didn't believe me though. It crushed me. I was fired from my job at the pub because no one believed me. My boss said it was bad for business having a lier working there. After weeks of staying in my room and not talking to anyone, I decided to try and find a new job. I've applied for lots of jobs (not in pubs) but no one has got back to me and it's been weeks. I just don't see the point anymore. I've been marked as a lier by everyone I thought were my friends and who I trusted. I'm on antidepressants and sleeping tablets but they're not helping. I'm crying out for help but no one listens. I can't do it anymore.

I live my life in the bottom of a bottle. It seems that my brain has decided to destroy all other vital organs inside my body, my lungs with smoking, my liver with drinking and so on and so forth. I remember when I used to be a well inbound member of society; my life was simple and wonderous and I had no worries except for how long are my friends gonna let me wait outside my house. Then I met this girl, for the sake of secrecy let's call her Michele, she was truly perfect in my eyes, I knew it wasn't healthy for me to put her on a pedestal, but she was anything a man could ask, funny, beautiful, intelligent and finely developed in the places that count. We dated for a year or so then she asked something: If I was willing to die for her. I answered with a confident "Yes". Two months later we moved out of town where she brought me to an apartment that her parents rented. After that what I assume happened was that she gave my some kind of narcotic. The next morning she was gone along with my watch, phone and wallet. Now I don't know what to do, in a town with no one that knows me, no money, no phone and the shame of getting tricked and robbed by the woman I thought was my one and only. Life fucking sucks.

Lots of stories about people who had bad experiences from their youth, but a great deal of grief comes to people who marry and who's marriage goes down the drain and who are unable to break out for various reasons. When you know that you COULD life a better life had you not make that one decision years ago, that's much more of a torture to the mind than "I suffer because of some natural reason I can't change"

For everyone hating his life, remember that God is always with you, in my religion I read Quran in my mind to be happy and feel that God is with me, if you suicide you go to hell, if you are in pain and always remember God you will die and go to heaven, remember that and feel great for what you are

I am 46 I hate my life , there is nothing but pain and suffering. I at least have congestive heart conditions and bad diabetes I quit all my meds so God can kill me.

I have tried leaving this world I am a failure at that. I am good at nothing. I pray every night to die. There is no quality of life. Husband is sick I wait on him hand and foot. He treats me like crap. Please end my pain God...please Amen

I feel for each & every one of you. In the same boat. Never fit in. Always was an outsider, even in my own family. Never good enough, smart enough, pretty enough, blah, blah, blah. The only thing that I loved as a kid was art. Was told it wasn't important & should learn to do something "useful". I'm not good at anything. I'm miserable. I don't even know, anymore, what I want or what direction I should take. I feel like I'm buried alive---trapped with no way out. Sometimes I wish I'd die, but what I really want is to be happy. Not rich, not famous, just happy. I wish someone loved me. I wish I mattered. Maybe someday.

I'm a twelve year old girl living in a 16 year old bullied world I've been bullied since kindergarten I didnt care until I got to the end of third grade when I was in fourth i grade i started to build a low self esteem and when I got to fifth grade it was a living hell becuz my best friend later on turned out to be my bully she was in my class too I hated my life later I switched classes Bcuz I was a little smarter than the kids in my now old class the bullying kept going this time it got worst becuz some of the girls that also bullied me were in that class I had a bf at the time but it was like he didn't give a darn about me later me and him broke up and then the bullying got worst than a living hell the whole time I was being bullied in fifth grade I wrote in a journal about killing myself or cutting myself more in a vein though one day (a few days before the break up) my bf acted like he didn't care bout me anymore and we got in a argument over the phone I put the phone on mute got in my grandmas car rolled all the windows up and held my breath I kicked the seats in the car because I still kept breathing I got out the car took a knife from the kitchen and tried and tried to cut my vein but I couldn't days and days I asked Jehovah ,our God , to let me die yet everyday I still breathed the night of me and bf's breakup I cried and he threatened to kill himself BCUZ I was cutting myself I knew he wasn't going to do it though anyway he broke up with me cuz I was cutting anyway sping break came and I told my dad through text cuz my parents divorced that I used to cut then that night I told my mom she lo at my wrist and cried she turned red I apolo for making her sad and she it's ok we kissed eachother on the cheek and went to bed I didn't cut myself until the summer bcuz I was mad at my dad then sixth grade started things were going great yet everyday I come home and think about killing myself because I hate what the world has turned into you don't go to hell when your living hell simple as that and today I cried till I turned red I started sweating lightly but i stopped crying and did something that made me smile the most doing hair?? Someone help me with my depression now bcuz my ex and I are starting to have relations again I'm just a 12 year old girl tell me what I can do

Mr. Anon Moose... Finally someone who can use proper grammar! Sorry to read about that. I wish I could say more, maybe something comforting, but I'm lost. I guess all in all, we all hate where we are at this point. My Christian sister would say, "God won't give you more than what you can handle." I say, just be good and honest and hope that karma exists. BB

The main trouble I have is extreme anxiety when I shouldn't even have any I think it's from abiding Xanax with alcohol it must of messed my brain up. I used them to try to numb the pain of a abusive step dad and a father I never met who abandoned me. I can't even speak in front of people my face turns bright red and I swear and can't go on I just need to escape but I can't this happens everyday to the point I just don't want to deal with the struggle anymore. I have no job I'm a felon for stealing guns. I live in my parents basement I'm 21 years old, yestarday I broke up with my gf. She immediately went an told her ex bf all the personal stuff about me I trusted telling her, big mistake he used it against me to make me feel even shittier, and wants to come beat me up. I could use a good fight though that's the only thing that makes me feel alive that and skateboarding. But that's not the point I'm just so depressed lately I can't even talk to people or do anything fun because I'm so worried about my anxiety and my facial flushing. I'm losing all hope, but I still love God and I have people I love and that love me