I’ve been reading this sub on and off for a while and it seems like so many people here are doing better than I am. I’m not saying they don’t have their own struggles, or that their lives are fine... what I’m saying is that if they’re not even happy with all that they have, what hope is there for me?

People post about their friends doing things without them or getting frustrated with them... I don’t have any friends. Like literally zero. I know a couple (2) people online - one in California, the other in Australia (I’m in Canada). I chat to them maybe once every couple of days, and it’s always about nonsense. There is no real connection with them. I think they just feel bad for me.

I’m a convicted criminal due to a dissociation episode I had and attempted Suicide by cop, so lots of jobs are automatically ruled out for me. I’ll never be able to travel the world without lying at borders and hoping they don’t find out.

I’m 32 and I’ve only ever had one girlfriend, a decade ago, and she was abusive and shamed me for being weak.

I thought getting my life back on track would help me be happy. I used to just be a high school drop out, but I have one year left in a computer science degree.

I grew up dirt poor and I thought it would make me happy to not live my life like that anymore... now I’ll be able to make decent money, I don’t really care anymore.

I don’t have extended family that cares to know me. More than half of my immediate family is out of my life for being abusive/toxic.

I’m just going through life in isolation, trying this and that to try to be happy. Nothing works.

I’m on the autism spectrum. People think I’m weird and hard to interact with. It’s hard for me to figure out where people stand, and it takes me a very long time to get a feel for people. So I usually end up being used for things because I’m trying to make friends.

I almost just sent a girl on Facebook $100 because she said “send me $100 if you have a crush on me” and I thought it would at least get me someone to talk to for a few minutes. But then I decided that my life isn’t worth living and I’m not worth knowing.

If I were worth knowing, my family wouldn’t have left me. My friends would not have bullied me when I was just trying my hardest to get them to like me. My girlfriend would not have told me to either kill myself or stop whining about it. The hundreds of people on Tinder and Facebook dating I’ve tried to talk to would not have blocked me.

I understand the other people are having their own problems. But when I struggle so hard to get even a glimpse of what they have - friends, relationships, success - and it turns out to all be in vain, why bother continuing?