ILiveForMusic
New Member
- Feb 10, 2026
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Hi, I'm a new user and created this account just a few days ago, as I have no one to talk to about this who will understand. Ironically, I found this forum through a Youtube video that was trying to censor it, and being the nosy girl I am, I went out trying to find the uncensored version. Upon doing more research, I realized that this is actually exactly what I've been looking for, and that there are people on here that could help me, and stop me from ending my life.
I've tagged this thread as a story to give you all a little background.
I'm a young adult. Meaning I've just recently felt like I'm not a teenager anymore. But, the more i've grown up, the more my life has gotten harder. I've fallen into depression for the first time in my life, and I need help. My main reason for wanting to ctb is my family, which is probably something you've heard many times before, but I'm begging you to hear me out, because I really, really, really need help.
I'm an outgoing person. I'm very loud, I crack many jokes, and can befriend ANYONE within seconds. I'm very confident (socially), and, well, my personality has made life really enjoyable for me so far, because it quite literally makes it impossible for me to stay sad for long periods of time. But recently, it hasn't been doing that anymore. Also, I am a very insecure person. I worry about my looks very often, and do not have physical confidence, not one bit of it. This contributes to my depression, and as the days pass by, it gets worse.
I come from a very religious family, from a country stuck in the past when it comes to tradition. Growing up, I thought all the things that happen in my family was normal. Physical abuse to discipline, reoccurring punishments, yelling, screaming, gaslighting, literally anything negative you could think of has probably happened in my home. I thought everyone went through it. I thought it was just the way of life. But, my sophomore year of highschool, I was finally given a lot more freedom, and I went to my friend's house. It was so taboo, her and her mom laughing and conversing with each other like they were friends. The jokes her mom could take. The way my friend had so much freedom and her mom trusted her. The way her mom would treat me. I felt like a weight had been lifted off my chest, I wasn't uncomfortable. I realized that I lived in a home that wasn't healthy at all. My mom likes to appear as a mother who likes to talk with her children and give good advice, but the minute you say something she doesn't like, she does not try to compromise. She wants everything done her way, same goes for my father. Recently, for the first time, well, ever, she has started to cry whenever she wants me to do something related to religion, something I've faced withdrawal from in the past few months.
I started to question things. "Why is this a sin? There's nothing wrong with it." "Wow, that's not allowed? How toxic." "Why are they forcing me to _____? That's not peace." My family did not like this. I attempted to take off my hijab, and it backfired completely. They claim they're not forcing me, but get violent when I want to take it off. Not to mention, they hate when I'm happy. At my big age, I still get my phone taken away, and get yelled at regularly. They attempt to take away everything that makes me happy. Contact with my friends, my music, my major? What does any of this have to do with them? Why do they care so much? Why can't they just leave me alone?
My suicidal thoughts started to stem quickly after these events occurred. I wondered why my parents decided to have me, and wish they never did. I am afraid of my family. They threaten to send me to the country they're from, a country foreign to me, because I do not want to practice religion. I feel like they hate me. I don't want to be here any longer, but, I don't want to die. I just want to be happy, away from them, but I cannot leave, because I am scared of what they'll do to me. No one understands. I can't just 'Call the police', and I can't just 'Get a lawyer'. My family is very traditional, all of these would backfire in some kind of way. Why have kids if you cannot parent. If you don't have the patience to sit down and think of a way that will satisfy everyone involved.
I'm so sorry for the long story, and if none of it makes sense. This is much deeper than you think, and I am not being dramatic. I cry every, single, day, and it hurts, so much. I have no one to talk to. I don't want to be a burden on my friends, the one person who's always complaining. I got a therapist, but she says that 'if you try to hurt yourself, I'll have to tell someone.", and I understand why that is the case, but I don't want this to become a big thing. I want advice from people who have actually gone through similar situations, people who can relate. People who can look at my story and just listen. I am so scared of my father, and I am scared of my mother, who will tell my father if she witnesses something. She is so two-faced. He's threatening to take away everything I live for, and if he does, I don't think I can hold on anymore. My sister tries to help me, but she goes right back to my parents and kisses up to them, not even attempting to help me. Sometimes, she contributes to their abuse. I feel so alone. The only thing keeping me alive is my social life, and my will to live a beautiful life in the future, away from my familial and religious pressure.
Suicide has been on my mind heavy lately, and I've even begun to research methods. But it hurts, I don't want to feel pain. I don't want to die. Life is so beautiful, and I don't want to lose that will to live. But it's getting really hard.
Just to note:
1. I am not looking for suicide encouragement or methods. I am looking for ways to stop thinking this way, things I could do to cope in a household like this until I am financially and mentally stable enough to move out.
2. Helplines are not really my thing. I am scared of what they'll do, it's kind of similar to my therapist situation.
3. I was going to post this in recovery, but realized that isn't the kind of discussion I'm looking for. As much as I'd love to recover completely, that is the final step that I am currently far away from.
Its hard to explain months of torture in one thread to help you all understand what it's really like, and if you have any questions, I'll try my best to answer them.
Thank you to whoever has read until the end. I would really appreciate your help and advice. I have so much to live for, but if I have to do it, I think I will.
I've tagged this thread as a story to give you all a little background.
I'm a young adult. Meaning I've just recently felt like I'm not a teenager anymore. But, the more i've grown up, the more my life has gotten harder. I've fallen into depression for the first time in my life, and I need help. My main reason for wanting to ctb is my family, which is probably something you've heard many times before, but I'm begging you to hear me out, because I really, really, really need help.
I'm an outgoing person. I'm very loud, I crack many jokes, and can befriend ANYONE within seconds. I'm very confident (socially), and, well, my personality has made life really enjoyable for me so far, because it quite literally makes it impossible for me to stay sad for long periods of time. But recently, it hasn't been doing that anymore. Also, I am a very insecure person. I worry about my looks very often, and do not have physical confidence, not one bit of it. This contributes to my depression, and as the days pass by, it gets worse.
I come from a very religious family, from a country stuck in the past when it comes to tradition. Growing up, I thought all the things that happen in my family was normal. Physical abuse to discipline, reoccurring punishments, yelling, screaming, gaslighting, literally anything negative you could think of has probably happened in my home. I thought everyone went through it. I thought it was just the way of life. But, my sophomore year of highschool, I was finally given a lot more freedom, and I went to my friend's house. It was so taboo, her and her mom laughing and conversing with each other like they were friends. The jokes her mom could take. The way my friend had so much freedom and her mom trusted her. The way her mom would treat me. I felt like a weight had been lifted off my chest, I wasn't uncomfortable. I realized that I lived in a home that wasn't healthy at all. My mom likes to appear as a mother who likes to talk with her children and give good advice, but the minute you say something she doesn't like, she does not try to compromise. She wants everything done her way, same goes for my father. Recently, for the first time, well, ever, she has started to cry whenever she wants me to do something related to religion, something I've faced withdrawal from in the past few months.
I started to question things. "Why is this a sin? There's nothing wrong with it." "Wow, that's not allowed? How toxic." "Why are they forcing me to _____? That's not peace." My family did not like this. I attempted to take off my hijab, and it backfired completely. They claim they're not forcing me, but get violent when I want to take it off. Not to mention, they hate when I'm happy. At my big age, I still get my phone taken away, and get yelled at regularly. They attempt to take away everything that makes me happy. Contact with my friends, my music, my major? What does any of this have to do with them? Why do they care so much? Why can't they just leave me alone?
My suicidal thoughts started to stem quickly after these events occurred. I wondered why my parents decided to have me, and wish they never did. I am afraid of my family. They threaten to send me to the country they're from, a country foreign to me, because I do not want to practice religion. I feel like they hate me. I don't want to be here any longer, but, I don't want to die. I just want to be happy, away from them, but I cannot leave, because I am scared of what they'll do to me. No one understands. I can't just 'Call the police', and I can't just 'Get a lawyer'. My family is very traditional, all of these would backfire in some kind of way. Why have kids if you cannot parent. If you don't have the patience to sit down and think of a way that will satisfy everyone involved.
I'm so sorry for the long story, and if none of it makes sense. This is much deeper than you think, and I am not being dramatic. I cry every, single, day, and it hurts, so much. I have no one to talk to. I don't want to be a burden on my friends, the one person who's always complaining. I got a therapist, but she says that 'if you try to hurt yourself, I'll have to tell someone.", and I understand why that is the case, but I don't want this to become a big thing. I want advice from people who have actually gone through similar situations, people who can relate. People who can look at my story and just listen. I am so scared of my father, and I am scared of my mother, who will tell my father if she witnesses something. She is so two-faced. He's threatening to take away everything I live for, and if he does, I don't think I can hold on anymore. My sister tries to help me, but she goes right back to my parents and kisses up to them, not even attempting to help me. Sometimes, she contributes to their abuse. I feel so alone. The only thing keeping me alive is my social life, and my will to live a beautiful life in the future, away from my familial and religious pressure.
Suicide has been on my mind heavy lately, and I've even begun to research methods. But it hurts, I don't want to feel pain. I don't want to die. Life is so beautiful, and I don't want to lose that will to live. But it's getting really hard.
Just to note:
1. I am not looking for suicide encouragement or methods. I am looking for ways to stop thinking this way, things I could do to cope in a household like this until I am financially and mentally stable enough to move out.
2. Helplines are not really my thing. I am scared of what they'll do, it's kind of similar to my therapist situation.
3. I was going to post this in recovery, but realized that isn't the kind of discussion I'm looking for. As much as I'd love to recover completely, that is the final step that I am currently far away from.
Its hard to explain months of torture in one thread to help you all understand what it's really like, and if you have any questions, I'll try my best to answer them.
Thank you to whoever has read until the end. I would really appreciate your help and advice. I have so much to live for, but if I have to do it, I think I will.
