Loneliness

Hi, my name is Tony. I'm here because I'm lonely, depressed, lost and hoping to find a connection

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I am 15 mo in recovery, recently off Effexor, on Vyvanse, am in a rather long term fwb relationship with ideation, poverty, loneliness ... stuff ...ya know? #MightyTogether

After coming down from my first ever major manic episode, I received disheartening news from my employer that I was let go. At that time, I have spiraled deep myself into depression that it seems impossible to get out of. I feel extremely suicidal ever since then. I didn’t have the mental clarity at that time, but a job loss shouldn’t cost me mental health or my life. it is just silly from hindsight. After months of bed rotting , social isolating , being in mental pain and struggling with suicidal thoughts . I realized that my mental health problem has become far worse than I initially realized: my cognitive functions have severely deteriorated to the point where I can’t seem to hold any conversation with anyone. I don’t know how to connect with anyone anymore. What’s worse is that I have problems recalling words and forming coherent sentences. I don’t even know how to speak to waiters when I tried to order food and inquire about the dishes. I have lost essential and basic skills as a human. This realization has pushed me to an edge , now my suicidal thoughts are stronger than ever. How can I even survive in this society as someone with such little to none communication skills ? How can I make friends when I have nothing in my brain. My brain is just so empty that it is so sad. I am one step away from taking my own life. I truly need help on how to restore my cognitive functions . This seems like forever. I feel scared because I don’t want to put my parents through extreme emotional pain, but the pain I am feeling has outweighed any other concerns I have. I am sorry that I am selfish. But before I kms, I do wanna try getting better. Does anyone have any guidances on how I can regain my cognitive functions and my language, communication skills? Also I feel extremely extremely lonely it is horrifying. #Bipolar #Suicide #Depression

“Hello, I’m new here. I’m a mother, caregiver, and educator going through a hard season in life. Lately, I’ve been feeling emotionally and physically overwhelmed — caring for loved ones, dealing with financial stress, and struggling with loneliness. I joined The Mighty hoping to find support, understanding, and a place where I can be heard without judgment.

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Hi everyone, my name is Kezhaghr. I was recently diagnosed with MS and it's been a tough few months, yet I am feeling good now due to a number of healing practices I'm doing (I did also start Ocrevus, but that is just one piece of it all and did not help the mental health issues that come with a diagnosis). I am sharing this blog I wrote recently about the experience in case it resonates with anyone or is helpful in feeling less lonely and afraid: The Diagnosis - Be well. Kézha

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I was diagnosed with BPD at 14. My symptoms were extremely severe for a long time, but I’ve been in remission for years. I am 37. I also have CPTSD, OCD, generalized anxiety disorder and panic attacks, Major depressive disorder, Dysthymic disorder, ADHD, Fibromyalgia, Degenerative disc disease, Arthritis, Spinal stenosis, And other chronic illnesses that involve immense pain and other challenges. I’ve done a lot of work to reach a place of stability and I’ve been doing pretty OK. I got sick last year and I haven’t gotten better. It might be long Covid. I used to live an extremely active life, and now I can’t the body that I was in and the person that I was is no more I am grieving the life. I thought I would have and I am grieving who I used to be. I feel lost and alone, but I have been managing. My husband‘s brother is in the Coast Guard stationed in Alaska. We live in south east United States Tuesday. My husband left to go to Alaska for eight days to visit his brother. He won’t be back till next Tuesday. It’s only been a couple of days And I am really struggling. My thoughts are dark and my BPD is making an appearance. A lot of what I am feeling is valid and there’s a lot of unresolved pain that he has caused through our relationship. I thought I had dealt with that is surfacing. I don’t feel like I can trust him anymore. I also caught him in a small lie. Which reaffirms that I cannot trust him. I thought we had a good relationship, but I think I was fooling myself. He is not a bad husband and he’s not a bad Person. But he’s also, not Ben the husband that I need. I realize I have been really really lonely pretty much our whole relationship there’s certain things I ask him to do and he says he will do and then he doesn’t do them. Or things that I tell him are important to me and he says he hears me and then there’s no follow-through.. He knows my story. He knows what I’ve been through and he knows what I struggle with. I told him he should go on this trip because I wanted to be a good supportive wife, but now I regret saying that he didn’t take the time to have conversations and check in with me to see how I was processing the coming up trip and to see what he could do to make sure I would be OK and have a safety plan in place. I really just want him to come home. I need him to come home but he won’t. If the situation was reversed, I would try and get an earlier flight back. And he’s choosing not to. On one side I get it because this trip is important to himand spending time with his brother is important to him but also what about me? What about our family, he keeps saying how he wishes we were there with him, and he keeps experiencing stuff and seeing stuff that he wishes he could share. and that this is hard for him too. But in all the videos and pictures he sent he looks like he’s having a great time and I’m here broken into 1 million pieces with no one to help hold me together. I feel alone betrayed abandoned and left out. Things that I have felt throughout our marriage as a byproduct of his choices he asked me to give him Grace, but I have nothing left to give. I don’t know where this leaves us I think he expects to come home and everything’s just gonna be fine and that’s not the case. I don’t know what to do. I feel so defeated and letdown by the one person that’s supposed to have my back and the one person that supposed to be there for me for better or worse. And he’s not.

Hi, my name is challenge2728. I'm here because i want to submit essay to newsletter.
April 1, 2001 — And I Felt Like a Fool

Most running coaches will tell you to take a week off after a marathon. So after completing 186 marathons in the year 2000—part of my failed but valiant attempt to run 200 in one year—I figured I’d follow that advice. That “week off” turned into over three months of near-total inactivity. Turns out, I’m not wired for rest. I function better when I move daily—maybe not a marathon, but something.
On December 9, 2000, I ran marathon #199 of the year in 5:20. The next day, I ran my final marathon of the year in 4:05. Fast-forward 101 days to April 1, 2001: I arrived in New York to run the Inaugural Achilles Marathon—and finished in 5:44:45. It wasn’t just my slowest in years, it was also a wake-up call.
The day was gray and cold. One of those Sunday mornings better suited for another pot of coffee than for lacing up shoes. But I had committed. Because of my long-standing relationship with the Achilles Track Club, I’d been invited to this landmark event. And I was not about to say no.
I arrived at Prospect Park in Brooklyn more than two hours before the gun. I was early enough to see the hand-crank wheelchair winners cross the finish line and to congratulate them. But as I stood shivering in the chilly drizzle, I couldn’t help but think: I wish my race had started at 8 a.m. like theirs—I’d already be halfway done.
My mood wasn’t great. The course? Eight loops around the park. Repetitive. Boring. Lonely. I couldn’t find a pace partner, and my mind was already negotiating my early exit: “Maybe I’ll stop after lap four… make up a good excuse.”
But then came the shift. I stopped thinking about me.
This day wasn’t about America’s Marathon Man taking a few months off and paying the price. It wasn’t about media attention or photo ops. This marathon was about real heroes—the athletes in wheelchairs, on crutches, with prosthetic limbs, or simply determined to cross that line despite everything their bodies had endured.
I saw a man in an everyday wheelchair—no high-tech titanium gear—pushing himself backward up a hill with his feet because his arms were shot. I spoke with a white-haired woman who’d started three hours before the official start just to make it in before nightfall. I watched a man collapse from spasms after mile 20, only to smile and wave me on: “No worries. Happens sometimes.”
And then it hit me like a slap of cold wind: You finish this marathon, or you turn in your shoes. No more self-pity. No more excuses.
There were no cameras at the finish. No roaring crowds. No big cash prizes. Just spirit. Pure, human, unshakable spirit.
I finished that day—humbled, inspired, and transformed.
So the next time I’m tempted to stall over that second cup of coffee, or skip a training run, or avoid the hard work of writing or showing up—I’ll remember the heroes of that inaugural Achilles Marathon.
They didn’t run for glory. They ran for life.

Written in 2001 — cried over on December 15, 2019 — and cried again rereading on July 29, 2025.

Jerry Dunn
America's Marathon Man
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