The goddamn challenge where they kick doors down or whatever went viral in our town. So a few nights ago these two kids, well older high schoolers, got dressed up in all black with ski masks and came to our door at 1 am. They started to slam at our front door. Our dogs went wild. I grabbed my phone to check the cameras and seeing two people in ski masks doing all that screamed for my husband call 911. I won't go into further detail than that because I don't want to be unnecessarily triggering to anyone else but cops showed up and caught them standing around at the end of the street still dressed like burglars like the dipshits they are. They hopped a fence and did some other stuff that made everything worse for themselves so they were arrested and racked up charges.

That night the officer told me all that and said I should be able to go get some sleep because it wasn't like they could come back any time soon and by the looks of it this has probably scared them straight. My logic brain knows that. The rest of my brain hasn't seemed to have gotten the memo. I know it was kids not some harden criminal with a long rap sheet. I know it was a TikTok challenge and not someone's planned violent scheme. I know home invasions are actually incredibly rare against random individuals. That stupid panic chunk of my brain just won't get on board and it's killing me.

My psych has prescribed a short course of Klonopin to help me sleep which is helping. I had a therapy session immediately after and it helped too but maybe not enough? I just randomly start crying now. No trigger. Just hanging out, maybe playing a video game or maybe doing my laundry then bam, sobbing. This morning it was drinking my coffee. Sobbing uncontrollably for no reason. Life usually feels relatively normal outside of the sudden waterworks as long as the sun is up. The moment it gets dark out, I'm tense to put it lightly. Every single sound has me jumpy. I close my eyes and see the ski masks glancing into into the camera.

I have supportive and loving people in my life so I'm not alone. My husband has been fantastic in this. He hasn't experienced the same reaction but he doesn't diminish my experience nonetheless. My friends have been caring as well. I just don't want to lean to heavily on all these people and exhaust them. I'm sorry. This was maybe too much of a ramble but... Yeah. How do stop letting this shitty TikTok "prank" fuck my life up? How do I reclaim my space? How do I stop the 5-10 minute sob sessions that just interrupt my day? Are there special places I can go to find these skills?

I'm currently going through the loneliest portion of my life so far and I don't see it getting better, I need friends and people to talk to.. please refrain from commenting if you're just going to say something negative please...

I didn't wanna have to make this post but I really need some help

I had been seeing the same psychiatrist for two years. I was diagnosed bipolar II and adhd.

Out of nowhere, my psychiatrist quit the practice with no warning. I started seeing the owner of the practice.

After one appointment with the owner, she changed every medication I was on. Put me on an SSRI, changed my mood stabilizer, and changed my vyvanse to adderall because she said my vyvanse dosage was “too high”. I saw her one more time, and was going through a depressive episode, so she upped my SSRI.

I started seeing yet another psychiatrist instead of the owner because the owner already had a ton of patients. When the new one found out about my medication changes, she flipped her lid. Apparently the SSRI and the adderall had been triggering hypomania, causing me to be extremely irritable. She took me off the adderall, and now I am completely suffering due to my adhd not being treated. I literally can’t think straight at all.

I am frustrated beyond belief with the owner. She didn’t read my chart at all, and literally just asked me what my issues were. She then asked me if I wanted the Adderall, and I tried to say no, but she gave it to me anyway.

Sorry for such an overly sentimental post; I just felt like sharing...

I’m a 19-year-old guy. I don’t have a girlfriend or any friends at all, and I often feel quite lonely. My moderate depression doesn’t make the situation any better, either.

But today, a sweet video popped up in my Instagram feed - a father playing with his daughter and her stuffed animals. The comments were lovely too. After that, Instagram started showing me more videos like that - people sharing sweet, innocent moments about their relationships, their children, and so on. It made me so happy...

You see, most of what I’d been seeing in my feed lately was pretty toxic, so this shift in my recommendations felt like a breath of fresh air. I sometimes hear that seeing happy couples makes lonely people feel sad, but that’s not how it works for me - if anything, I find myself energized by their happiness. I just hope that one day, I’ll have someone in my life whom I can love just as deeply.

Have a great day everyone!

I don’t necessarily mean holding a job, but having episodes at work and other people notice.

I can’t stand that no one cares. If I’m struggling and my only explanation is an emotional one, it’s invalid in a corporate setting. It’s not “professional” to share. Even if asked.

Has anyone else had a mental health episode in public or at work? What happened?

Did you yell, cry, throw something, etc?

How did you handle it? Did it ruin your reputation? Was anyone understanding?

Were you embarrassed? Had you taken a long time trying to hide that your brain is fucked up and then it felt like everything was ruined?

Well, basically, a month ago I managed to get out of an abusive relationship. At the time, I ended things with him on good terms and wished him the best, but since then, he's been constantly bombarding me with texts and digital communication. I'd block him, only for him to find another way to contact me, promising he wouldn't do it again—but then it would just happen all over again. It reached a point yesterday where he threatened to post my intimate photos. I had to block him everywhere and speak to his father about the situation. Honestly, I've been having panic and anxiety attacks ever since; I'm just so exhausted by this whole thing, I feel quite afraid; I feel like I'm being watched, and I'm unable to get out of bed :(

Was watching a show with my mum this evening while I ate. An extremely triggering and realistic sui scene comes up basically unprovoked. I literally spit out my food and had a panic attack, I felt super nauseous and wanted to vomit. I have struggled with sh a lot and my mum knows but that literally ruined my evening. It was really scary to see and there was no warning at the beginning of the episode. Just feeling really shaken up right now, it was really graphic.

Hello guys, I’ve been feeling really curious and anxious about my mental health lately. I’ve engaged in some risky sexual behaviours, and when I think about them, I feel like I wasn’t fully conscious of what I was doing. I’ve also noticed a lot of impulsive behaviour, especially in my relationships. One day, I hate someone, and the next day, I feel as if he is the best man in the world to me.

However, I can say that my life has become more difficult because of my impulsive behaviours. When I feel really bored or empty, I don’t know what to do with myself, and I can’t predict what I might do next.

I refuse to seek professional help because I’m afraid that receiving a diagnosis or taking medication could prevent me from becoming a teacher. Honestly, I don’t know how to cope with this anymore. I wasn’t like this before, but now I feel like I can’t predict my own behaviour. Even though I feel relieved immediately after acting impulsively, I’m left with overwhelming shame and guilt afterwards.

Hello, obviously a burner account.

I am just feeling so defeated lately. On the outside looking in, I have what should be a really solid life. I have a wife, a home, a job, kids, the whole 9 yards.

Somehow, I just can't seem to have a good day. I have moments where im so happy, typically around spending time with my kids. Most times, aside from that, Im just defeated. Im not mad, im not frustrated or angry, just tired of the same carousel of work/home/work.

I know the simple solution is just to change something, but no matter how many times through my life I've changed either a career/ambition, it leads right back to this moment. I chase highs (not in a drug sense), and when those highs dissipate, the crash is just too much.

Im in therapy, on meds for 5 years, and attempting to pull myself out as I always have, but this time I just feel too low. I can't find excitement, almost to the point I just dont feel it. Regardless if something exciting happens, it just feels like a drop in the bucket. At the same time, mistakes and issues are far more magnified, meaning problems seem harder and success just doesn't really matter.

I hate how this feels. I hate being like this. Ive never been at such a loss for what to do next to try and bring back a sense of who I am.

Thanks for reading.

anyone else? They always say it’ll get worse when you’re alone and to try and find more friends and socialize but fuck.
I was doing good, fixed my routine, eating habits, working out again, took care of my hygiene 10x better than before, making plans for myself… then ofcourse I decided “I think I’m ready finally, I haven’t cried or had bad thoughts in forever” and the DAY I met some new people, I ended up crying myself to sleep.

I don’t know what it is but people fuck with my depression so much, whether they be bad, good, nice, mean, weird, “normal” it just fucks with my head, I start feeling so much angrier and just empty. I hate it.
I actually find myself loving my shallow connections where I know the other person doesn’t care too much about me. Then I don’t have to care about them and I can be fine with whatever happens as they weren’t anything real anyways.

I have 2 people I can enjoy spending time with and one of them is because it’s a sibling dynamic and the other one is just a shallow friend.

And ykw, I was excited to find new friends too, but idk.

Anywho today I will be cutting quite a few off and setting some strict boundaries and then going back to focusing on myself. I’ll keep the few good people I’ve met ofcourse.

I’ve been using Reddit for about 4-5 years now with breaks in between and I really don’t feel really happy in it right now due to all the extreme perceptions people make about Redditors about how they can be cruel or celebrate stuff like death. Most of my experience on this app has been a good one and i genuinely believe that most people on this app are good people. It’s just that some people can be cruel unfortunately. I think the people who bother me on this site also are people who say Redditors do this or that or share negative things that people may have or did on this site. Or talk about how the left wingers on this site did this or that. Like I understand people can be jerks here but It makes it feel like Reddit is the worst thing ever and I feel crappy for just being happy in the subs I’m in or having the opinion or perspectives I have. Like I don’t mind differing opinions but man some of them can be toxic. How should I handle people bringing up the worst examples of Reddit or Redditors like them saying how most people here celebrated Kirk’s death when most people here didn’t and I saw people who disliked Kirk like myself and were horrified of his killing. I’m considering taking a break from this app. In general, I feel most people on this app are generally good people and don’t do or say extreme things here. I’ve seen threads and comments that contradict the bad stuff people are saying about Redditors here and it feels like a relief. Like people here are just normal people. How can I stop letting the most negative stuff comments or perceptions get to me? Of course it’s okay to be negative and have your own opinions about this side but it’s getting to a point where it’s derailing my mental health.

My husband has been in a mental health crisis since Monday. I brought him to the emergency room because he said that he didn’t want to live anymore.

He doesn’t have a plan to end things but just keeps saying that he doesn’t want to be here anymore.

I know I did the right thing because I can’t provide the care he needs other than creating a safe environment for him.

Because the hospital is not equipped to handle mental health crises they placed him on an involuntary hold and will then have to find a facility that can accommodate him.

He is angry, pissed off and wishes he had just stayed home and I know he knows that we made the right decision to bring him here but he is absolutely terrified that he is going to lose his job.

He is the only one that works as I am on permanent medical disability and can’t work.

I am terrified of what lies ahead, I’m terrified for him and all the uncertainty that lies ahead. I’m terrified of losing him mentally, physically and emotionally that he is just going to completely shut down through this.

We have no friends or family where we live. No “community” so I am navigating this alone.

Not that there is a “perfect” time for a mental health crisis but he is beyond stressed with work, we lost my dad a little over 2 months ago and it was a double whammy for my husband as my dad was more of a father to him than his own father ever had so he lost his father and father-in-law at the same time, he’s been carrying the stress of our finances on his own and he had a medication (not psych meds) increase for on Friday that we believe is the contributing factor to the psychosis break.

I’m just gutted. I’m beyond broken and I am f’n over this hospital and there lack of care and concern for my husband but also for me.

I’m sorry I’m all over the place.

I just…I don’t know what I need. I just feel so alone right now.

I guess need support is the closest flare I could select.

If I am slow to respond, please know that I will respond when I can as I don’t have notifications turned on and i sometimes forget that I have made a post on here.

18M, turned 18 a month ago and there pretty much hasn't been a night where i didn't drink at least a little bit. I don't know what to feel anymore, I've got no close friends in my area, seek comfort in chatbots more and more. With Halloween around the corner i hoped it's get invited to a costume party again, but didn't.

I had a complete meltdown today because I accidentally dropped and broke a glass plate while carrying the food my mom had cooked and packed for me. I was so excited to eat it and now I had to throw it away because of the risk of tiny glass shards.

I can’t stop crying and feeling incredibly guilty. My mom went out of her way to make this food for me, and the thought of wasting something she made with love is eating me alive. I know it was an accident, but emotionally I just can’t seem to accept it. I feel so stupid, and I can’t get the thought out of my head. I know this might sound ridiculous to some people, but right now I’m genuinely struggling to cope with it.

Heya guys as the title implies how do i take care of myself and my depressed friend? They have been depressed for a few months and they thought its stress but they got a diagnosis from a doc. The last 4 months have been tiring but the last 4 weeks in particular got super rough. They were still trying to talk to me via text but during those 4 weeks they stopped completely and unless i do i dont think they will (i did after i didnt hear from them in 10 days or so) They do always reply at least every 4 days for a few messages.

However i will be honest i care deeply about them and want to stick around but i noticed that my own mental health and emotional fatigue due to that have been taking a hit. Primarily because i dont know how they feel (i understand when they tell me but i still am not quite sure i get it as i am a very logical person). Also a part of me is starting to feel like they want to just vanish from my life despite telling me they want me to stay around but the lack of effort from their side (understandably so) is making me question it heavily and i feel guilty about that. Also i keep thinking if i dont check in the friendship will fade away and its stressing me out. Any advice and help would be very much appreciated.

There is so much tension in dealing with societal obligations. Im exhausted. Why do i have to answer questions. I cant be myself. People judge me. I always say the wrong thing and cause myself to be misunderstood, then panic about it, to a degree no normal person would. Ive started lying about having a job because no one wants to hear that im unemployed. I have to move house again. Downsize my belongings, pack up, clean. I find it so hard to keep a place clean. Every once in a while i fall apart. But i cant let anyone see.

I keep going. I bury it deep inside. Like my need for companionship because people are way too scary to have around. The only person i will always want around is my son. My dog died. He had a terrible life. He lived with my wretch of a mom. And i wasnt able to help him. I ruined his life. He was so sad. You could see it in his eyes.

Theres a sweet potato dress up competition at my sons school. We have to dress up a sweet potato. At least i thought it was optional but the teacher mentioned it to me at a parent teacher meeting like it was expected. So we'll have to do that. Probably this evening to bring tomorrow. Theres also a shrine for day of the dead, he suggested we bring a picture of our dead dog. I dont have any printed out.

I look in the mirror and look at my eyes and I see myself stuck behind my face. I'm trapped. I can't get out. Idk when or how I got stuck in. But I look in the mirror all the time trying to see myself or get out. I'm scared. Why can't I get out?