Copying that post i made cause I did not see this thread: Unbelievable it has come to this not gonna lie. I actually think unlike a lot of people with severe depression I always coped with a light at the end of the tunnel. I was severly mentally abused as a child, living with a suicidal single parent who bullied me for getting fat after over eating to cope. Got sexually assaulted a bunch by two other kids who were also abused. Then got anorexic. Now okay weight, bit fat to cope with my face and lack of cheekbones but whatever. I have crippling BDD, I quit law school. I was relentlessly bullied in school. for a time. I hate myself so much, i think I am disfigured. I have been in therapy for 12 years. Not had a gf for 5 years and even when I did, I never loved them, all the gfs i had before literally threw themselves at me, I don't talk to people and i can't make friends due to fear of rejection and I barely feel like a human anymore. Every day I feel so much panic. I moved in with my depressed dad, I gotta tell him to shower at points. I am still in uni for political science but like, who cares about that these days and do work for 4 hours a day but recently i have had a lot of breakdowns and I am 27 year old now and I dont wanna live in the shadows anymore. I met this unbelievably cool girl online, we are literal soulmates. She lost her last boyfriend to suicide so she is kinda fixated on me. If i could somehow be with her that would make everything so much better but I have seen pictures of him and atleast he looked human. I can't send her a pic of me, it spikes my anxiety to unbelievable amounts and made me realize how fucked my life truly is. Before I go I will tell her that I am going to the psych ward so she does not need to worry. I am also ashamed of having these thoughts about a dead man. I have no sense of self worth from being told I am worth nothing for so long, I am so scared of rejection it is unbelievable. These last days I have been going through unbelievable panics, I met a friend who is one of the only ones i have left and even he was kinda dismissive. I won't matter much to anyone for biological reasons, I give off signs of bad health, we are animals after all. People at work like me but I am tired of styling my hair, watching what I eat, the skin care, the clothes to cover up stuff like gyno from puberty that I never got removed because psychologists told me it's bdd. Close people to me have died like flies or gone away these last years. I am scared of basically everything but no one irl would ever know. One offhand remark like i look tired will ruin my week with anxiety. It was never in the cards and I want a way out to have some sort of control. I will go for a couple more appointments and get my post counter up so I can look for the methods, then leave. I have a beautiful idea of my death and it calms me. If I atleast had anyone by my side. But I don't. My mom will kill herself once I do but she has been wanting to her whole life and made it a point to tell me about it every day. My dad will probably be rly sad but he is numb from the sertraline. I am sad for the couple people in my life that care about me like my therapist or people at work. I am so tired of this real abuse and also the constant OCD/BDD hating me in my ear and me panicking and calming myself down every day. I was mean at points to people but overall I have always tried to be a good person. I think I will be remembered as a good person at least.