2709mg
New Member
- Jun 14, 2026
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Hi, this is my first time posting on this forum. I read through quite a lot of posts before finally deciding to create an account and my struggles are quite similar to what has already been expressed many times in this forum, so I'll just summarise. I've had suicidal thoughts for the majority of my life, for a multitude of reasons, but largely because of one issue that has remained constant in my life: I am numb and unhappy and miserable at all times, regardless of my circumstances.
I think anhedonia might be the correct word to describe this feeling. I'm very privileged to have a genuinely good life that I worked hard for, but there seems to be some mental block in my brain which prevents me from enjoying or being genuinely happy about anything. I have a great boyfriend, wonderful friends, I live in a first world country and attend a great university, my job is easy and low-stress, I can usually afford the things I need, I'm free to engage in any hobby or activity I like, etc etc. Writing all of that makes me feel even more pathetic because I truly have no reason to complain. But I don't know what to do with myself. It all feels meaningless because there's always an overwhelming sense of emptiness which accompanies me wherever I go. So I pretend to be happy at all times, because I SHOULD be happy, and it is exhausting. I turn it off every day as soon as I get home and then I do what I actually want, which is nothing. I stare off into space feeling nothing.
This has been difficult to express to the people around me and they struggle to comprehend my state of mind or know how to help me, which is understandable. I don't know how to help myself, I don't know what I could want or need, I don't know how to eradicate this feeling. I've tried a lot of things to add some meaning to my life or change my outlook: exercising, hobbies (reading, writing, embroidery, video games, sports), antidepressants (prozac, effexor, and zoloft now), socialising, venting, seeking support, all of it. The only thing I have not been able to consistently do is speak with a therapist because of the absurd costs ($100-$150AUD for a single appointment), but therapy has unfortunately not been very helpful for me in the past even when I could afford it. Of course, I am still open to it and it is the last thing I do want to genuinely engage with before I completely give up. I don't know when it will be possible though.
I guess I just want advice on what more I can do or try to make things feel 'meaningful' or worth it, in any sense. I'm exhausted living like this and I also can't help but feel incredibly guilty for essentially lying to my loved ones every day, pretending their efforts to make me happy are working.
This ended up being a lot longer than I intended, so sorry for the essay, but I'd be grateful to hear from anyone who has dealt with this, regardless of whether you have advice or not
I think anhedonia might be the correct word to describe this feeling. I'm very privileged to have a genuinely good life that I worked hard for, but there seems to be some mental block in my brain which prevents me from enjoying or being genuinely happy about anything. I have a great boyfriend, wonderful friends, I live in a first world country and attend a great university, my job is easy and low-stress, I can usually afford the things I need, I'm free to engage in any hobby or activity I like, etc etc. Writing all of that makes me feel even more pathetic because I truly have no reason to complain. But I don't know what to do with myself. It all feels meaningless because there's always an overwhelming sense of emptiness which accompanies me wherever I go. So I pretend to be happy at all times, because I SHOULD be happy, and it is exhausting. I turn it off every day as soon as I get home and then I do what I actually want, which is nothing. I stare off into space feeling nothing.
This has been difficult to express to the people around me and they struggle to comprehend my state of mind or know how to help me, which is understandable. I don't know how to help myself, I don't know what I could want or need, I don't know how to eradicate this feeling. I've tried a lot of things to add some meaning to my life or change my outlook: exercising, hobbies (reading, writing, embroidery, video games, sports), antidepressants (prozac, effexor, and zoloft now), socialising, venting, seeking support, all of it. The only thing I have not been able to consistently do is speak with a therapist because of the absurd costs ($100-$150AUD for a single appointment), but therapy has unfortunately not been very helpful for me in the past even when I could afford it. Of course, I am still open to it and it is the last thing I do want to genuinely engage with before I completely give up. I don't know when it will be possible though.
I guess I just want advice on what more I can do or try to make things feel 'meaningful' or worth it, in any sense. I'm exhausted living like this and I also can't help but feel incredibly guilty for essentially lying to my loved ones every day, pretending their efforts to make me happy are working.
This ended up being a lot longer than I intended, so sorry for the essay, but I'd be grateful to hear from anyone who has dealt with this, regardless of whether you have advice or not