hopelessghost
New Member
- Jan 18, 2026
- 3
I'm tired of the chronic panic that never goes away and the fact that people "get used" to it so quickly, how it's just something you should carry in silence if you don't want to become a burden or "that person who's always negative/down"
I'm tired of the fatigue, of the eating disorder that's in the back of my mind dictating my every move, and I'm tired of feeling like I'm less and less of a woman as each day goes by.
My husband, who used to adore me, now treats me like I'm just his bro and is as romantic as a door handle. Never takes me out to do anything, barely talks to me when we're together, never asks how I'm feeling because he know I'm feeling like shit and probably doesn't feel like hearing about it.
My family pity me for all the pain and the hardships I face everyday, and that by itself makes me feel disgusting.
I can't accept that I'll never get flowers anymore, never have a romantic dinner or a love letter, never have someone looking at me with burning desire (even tho I'm actually very attractive and have a pin-up vintage style that men apparently really love), at least not at home. I have an open marriage (since day 1) but I can't find the will to go out and meet new people, I'm already buried trying to navigate life with a shit ton of work, debt and being disabled in a third world country.
I just feel like my body and mind weren't made to be alive for that long and I'm only 24, it should've probably ended when I tried it but I was only 13 and didn't knew how to do it right. Everytime I think about being alive till I'm 70 or smth, it makes me want to end it all right now.
I can't think of a single reason to stay alive besides the traditional "your family will be destroyed" type shit. Will I ever be alive because I actually enjoy it and want to? Does this shit get any better?
I'm tired of the fatigue, of the eating disorder that's in the back of my mind dictating my every move, and I'm tired of feeling like I'm less and less of a woman as each day goes by.
My husband, who used to adore me, now treats me like I'm just his bro and is as romantic as a door handle. Never takes me out to do anything, barely talks to me when we're together, never asks how I'm feeling because he know I'm feeling like shit and probably doesn't feel like hearing about it.
My family pity me for all the pain and the hardships I face everyday, and that by itself makes me feel disgusting.
I can't accept that I'll never get flowers anymore, never have a romantic dinner or a love letter, never have someone looking at me with burning desire (even tho I'm actually very attractive and have a pin-up vintage style that men apparently really love), at least not at home. I have an open marriage (since day 1) but I can't find the will to go out and meet new people, I'm already buried trying to navigate life with a shit ton of work, debt and being disabled in a third world country.
I just feel like my body and mind weren't made to be alive for that long and I'm only 24, it should've probably ended when I tried it but I was only 13 and didn't knew how to do it right. Everytime I think about being alive till I'm 70 or smth, it makes me want to end it all right now.
I can't think of a single reason to stay alive besides the traditional "your family will be destroyed" type shit. Will I ever be alive because I actually enjoy it and want to? Does this shit get any better?