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Needing some support from kind people

Hello everyone. I've recently been having some struggles with my sexual identity. I identify as bisexual, and devoutly Christian. But I know it can feel difficult sometimes, and it can feel very, very lonely. I struggle sometimes with shame and self-hatred over my identity, too. If there's anyone here who can give me some comfort (or even friendship) I'd appreciate it.

#MentalHealth
#Anxiety
#Depression
#lonely
#MightyTogether
#CheckInWithMe

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Needing some support from kind people

Hello everyone. I've recently been having some struggles with my sexual identity. I identify as bisexual, and devoutly Christian. But I know it can feel difficult sometimes, and it can feel very, very lonely. I struggle sometimes with shame and self-hatred over my identity, too. If there's anyone here who can give me some comfort (or even friendship) I'd appreciate it.

#MentalHealth
#Anxiety
#Depression
#lonely
#MightyTogether
#CheckInWithMe

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A Week Later: Just Need to Share

It's been a week since my original post. Today, I just need to speak my truth—maybe putting these words out there will ease the weight, even just a little.

Before all this happened, I never realized how many lonely, hurting souls are walking this world. Now? I feel everything too deeply. Random moments catch me off guard—watching strangers through the window, their lives rushing by as my eyes well up for no reason I can name. Just this hollow ache where my strength used to be.

I tell myself to toughen up. My family worries; I see it in their eyes. So I paste on smiles, swallow the tears, and perform "I'm okay" like it's my job. But the truth is, I'm not. And pretending is exhausting.

Sorry if this comes across as self-indulgent. Some wounds need air to heal. Thank you for your attention.

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lonely weekend

i've been alone most of my life. i'm very introverted but it's too much. i've been alone for several years now after being harassed at a job and having to leave. i've lost all my close family members now and i've cared for and sacrificed a lot for some very old cats for years like a crazy person. my only friend has ocd and she's too sick to be a friend really. i only have my aunt and stepdad, both in their 70s so when i'm asked how i'm doing the only answer i can give is that everything is good. i have tried to be normal and socialize for so long and i just don't feel like i belong anywhere. i don't have anymore therapy or groups to look forward to. it's been a strange road for almost a decade and i don't see anything getting better. feeling hopeless and just making myself feel better by complaining i guess. i hope everyone is having a better weekend at least :) #Depression #Loneliness #SocialAnxiety

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I’m new here!

Hi, my name is Katherine. I’m here because I’ve been feeling really hopeless lately. I don’t have many people to talk to, and I keep finding myself overwhelmed with sadness.

I’m 30 weeks pregnant with my second child, and it hasn’t been easy. I’m constantly worrying, anxious, and sometimes just cry without knowing how to stop it. Seeing my 8-year-old son so excited to meet his baby brother gives me moments of peace, and in those moments, I truly believe everything will be okay. But most of the time, I just feel deeply lonely and anxious.

I’ve been married for 9 years, but when it comes to how I’m really doing, mentally, emotionally, and physically, I often feel like my husband doesn’t notice or care. It leaves me feeling unseen, and that just adds to the loneliness and sadness.

I’m a Christian, and I’ve been praying, asking God to guide me and give me strength. I’m sharing this here in hopes that someone might offer a word of encouragement, maybe you’ve been where I am and can share some advice or simply remind me that I’m not alone. Thank you in advance.
#MightyTogether

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I was Empty. Then I was Enough.

Mental health turned into a story where reflection, solitude, and struggle turn into acceptance.

“They thought I was breaking. I wasn’t. I was unraveling what wasn’t mine. The emptiness? It wasn’t failure. It was a blank page I finally got to write on. In my own language. On my own terms.”

By Bret Cummens, M.Ed.

People talk about loneliness like it’s the enemy of mental health, but for me, it’s always been something different, something sharper, deeper, and strangely… honest. I don’t fear being alone. I’ve learned to listen in that space. Not to the noise of other people’s assumptions or expectations, but to the quiet truths that surface when it’s just me and the echo of my own breath. There’s a difference between being alone and being abandoned. I choose solitude. I don’t wait for someone else to fix me or untangle the knots in my chest. I sit with it. I examine it. I live inside the questions until they become a kind of shelter. There’s power in knowing you can face your own storms without begging for someone else’s umbrella.

There’s a kind of calm that comes from standing in your own space, knowing you don’t need anyone else to hold you together. It’s not arrogance. It’s not defiance. It’s just clarity earned, not given. I’ve learned how to sit with the ache and not flinch, to feel the weight of a day without needing someone to carry it for me. I don’t crumble in silence. I breathe there. People often assume being alone means you’re lost, broken, or waiting for rescue. But what if solitude is the place I go to find myself? What if this quiet life isn’t empty so it’s full of me contemplating? That’s what matters most: I can feel what I feel without performance, without distortion, without permission.

When I say we facing dread of loneliness, I’m not talking about company present. I’m talking about personal wholeness. I mean the kind of peace that comes from no longer outsourcing your self-worth to the approval of others. I used to think healing required a witness, someone to confirm that I mattered. But now? I know better. I’ve learned to be the witness to my own life. I’ve learned to hold my own hand when I tremble, to walk away from noise when it drowns out my truth. Listening to people has its place, sure, but listening to myself has saved me more times than any well-meaning advice ever did. I don’t need to be rescued. I need to be respected, even by me.

I don’t push people away. I just don’t expect them to be the solution anymore. I’ve stopped explaining myself to those who only listen to answer. I’ve stopped looking outward every time I need reassurance. Instead, I’ve practiced listening inward deeply, stubbornly, and with a kind of reverence. Because nobody knows my terrain like I do. Nobody else carries my grief, my patterns, my joy in exactly the same shape. I learned how to ask myself the hard questions and actually wait for the answers. Not the ones I wanted to hear, but the ones I needed to confront. In that space somewhere between reflection and resolve, I became someone I could count on.

I won’t pretend this is easy. There are days when the silence scrapes a little too loud. Days when the weight of figuring it out on my own feels like punishment. But it’s not. It’s clarity. It’s an agency. It’s the ability to look at myself in the mirror and say, “I made it through because I chose to show up for myself.” That’s not isolation, that’s integrity. That’s mental health in its rawest form: the capacity to live with yourself, trust your gut, and make peace with your own mind. If that’s not freedom, I don’t know what is.

There are still days I’m tested. Moments when it would be easier to hand my pain to someone else and let them sort it out. But I don’t. Not because I have something to prove, but because I have something to protect. My own peace. My ability to endure without needing constant validation. There’s a quiet strength in knowing you can walk through the world unaccompanied and not unravel. That you can build a life that’s stitched from your own hands, decisions, mistakes, and resilience. And that when things fall apart, you don’t fall apart with them, you just pause, recalibrate, and keep going. Not alone. Just anchored.

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Do I deserve happiness ? I want to believe I do . I can be told I do but I don’t feel it . I care about things but simultaneously I don’t . It feels like the world has lost its color . Or maybe I’ve lost mine & im just a grey silouhette in a room full of flowers . I feel guilt because there are people who rather have the life I live . I feel loneliness from my first heartbreak from back to back parental figures . I feel fear because I never know what to expect . I feel anger because I was born into this shit..

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Bipolar or not Bipolar I'm lost

I am 42 years old and have suffered with my mental health since I was in my late teens, and have been on and off medication ever since. I live in the UK, so mental health services are patchy at best.

It got extremely bad during COVID, and I was put on antipsychotics.

The past two years, everything has gotten so much worse, where before it was mostly anxiety and when I had mood changes, they were short-lived, and I could hide it from people, now it's not like that.

When my mood changes now, it's so much more intense, for about a day I feel great and almost excited, then I literally stop sleeping sometimes for days, I just sit there all night with my thoughts racing, some nights I can’t even sit as I feel so edgy. People at work will complain about my behaviour because, despite feeling like I'm full of energy, I can’t focus, and I become snappy and angry. In the past year, I have lost friendships I have had for decades because of my thoughts and behaviours, which at the time feel like I'm the victim. By the time I realise what an idiot I'm being, it's too late, I can’t change the past, and I end up getting so depressed and hating myself.

Last year, when I had a turn, I was convinced my best friend's husband was being abusive to her. I had no proof, but in my head it was so real and I felt I had to tell everyone to help her. We had been friends for over 20 years, and I destroyed it in a couple of days.

I have tried to talk to my Doctor, who refers me to my local mental health service, who each time up my doses and discharge me. In fact, at the last appointment, they told me they couldn’t increase them anymore as I was at the maximum.

The last time I had a bad turn I felt I had to do something quick before I lose my job so I used my savings and saw a private psychiatrist and I took all the medical history my family doctor could provide, He didn’t say much about what he thought was wrong when I was there but in the report he sent to my doctor and myself it stated “history indicates a diagnosis of Bipolar Disorder given his episodes of hypomania poor response to antidepressants and family history” he advised my doctor to slowly reduce and discontinue my antidepressants and transition onto a more appropriate antipsychotic. He also advised monthly check-ups, but all of this was just ignored.

Again, I was sent back to my local mental health services, who just reduced some of the dosages of my current medication and said they don’t think it's Bipolar but gave no indication of what it could be.

I told them I felt I would be better off dead, but they truly didn’t seem that bothered and told me to come back in two months if I was still having issues.

I feel like I have reached the end. I have daily anxiety that makes it hard just to leave the house for work. I live in fear every time I feel slightly happy or sad that I'm about to lose my job and my last few friends.

I don’t see any future for myself, my emotions are mixed, is it Bipolar and I'm going to be like this for life most probably on medication that's making it worse or are my local mental health service right and its not and I just carry on living a lonely miserable existence on a path of self destruction.

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