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Zero energy. Only round 1 of this new chemo and radiation therapy combo. They're supposed to up the dose in two weeks. I have no idea how I'm gonna survive this. Get yourselves checked if anything feels off Kiwi bros, I wouldn’t wish this on anyone.
 
I was at the hardware store and when I went to take a leak there was a Chick Tract in the urinal.

It wasn't the famous "many people rejected his message" strip but it's still the first one I've ever seen irl.
 
i felt like i stumbled upon the new world, i realized that most of the shit i thought was funny was a groomer meme, i might be a victim of grooming, i alomst went thru the rabbit hole of a groomer, (the proshipper label i had on was one step) but i stopped myself in time before it got worse, im trying to better myself now, so please be kind to me or dont i dont really mind
 
I'm probably not going to survive another month or maybe another year. I realize I'm fucked because I figured every shelter around me is going to be full due to the Trump thing. Perhaps something will change for me but it'd be a miracle, so its not really likely. Anyway here's my life story.

My mom gave birth to me when she was almost 40, and drank while pregnant with me. And then two years later she did the same with my brother. I was diagnosed with Asperger's when I was about 5 years old, and this probably led to me being very secluded and it made really hard to make friends. My mother was an Army psychiatrist, but she was an alcoholic, and she was never promoted to General because of this and also because she was described as a "wild cannon" who still wanted to be deployed to the middle east despite having a family. She was forced to retire from the military but still worked as a psychiatrist, even though the alcoholism should have gotten her medical license revoked. When she was at home she would drink instead of looking after me, and several days a week she would just skip dinner, but it wasn't every day. When she was deployed I had either a nanny or my father look after me. My parents eventually seperated around the same time my mom retired, but before they did I remember them fighting in the same room. When I was 9, I had a friend who was 14 and attempted to rape me, although at the time I didn't know what had happened due to being too young, and a few years later I tried to suppress the memories with no success.

I was a gifted student with an above average reading level. In fifth grade I had a crush on a boy named Brendan and he was going to a magnet school. I liked him and also wanted to go to the same school he did, because I liked him but also because I had a genuine interest in learning how things worked. Instead what happened was that my mom put me in a public school. This probably wouldn't have been so bad except this is where I would be "bullied". And by bullied, I mean experiencing physical and sexual abuse, and not just mean words. I was never raped but I was molested, and I was groped before I even knew the word for "grope." This was actually done by other girls, and to this day I don't actually know if I'm actually bisexual because I was molested. I wanted to kill myself for the first time in my life, but wasn't successful.

After begging I eventually got put into a different middle school, which was still a public school but much nicer, and I wasn't bullied. The highschool I went to was similar. For a while my mental state was much better but then near my third year, two things happened. 1. I met a girl named Candace. She was nice to me, and she was only put into special ed due to having severe PTSD. She would have severe flashbacks, and before the year ended, she was forced to live back with her rapist. 2. My mom started drinking heavier, and she would fall out of bed and I would have to put her back into bed. These two things led up to me having a mental breakdown and hearing voices and then having my suicidal thoughts come back. I had several attempts and several hospitalizations. I dropped out of highschool because of it.

I got my GED anyway. However I was still lowkey suicidal but in a more passive way. I went to college and became more hopeful and start socializing more. And then COVID came and it seemed like my progress was wasted. I became radicalized into adopting socialist beliefs, but it turned out the people who radicalized me were skeevy pieces of shit who just saw me as a sex object. This was all online so it wasn't as bad, but everyone else was online as well. I was depressed and then learned about the JQ and became a born again Christian. I had a guy who promised to take care of me and I would become a tradwife, but he was extremely mentally ill and would repeatedly threaten me with either killing or beating me. I also knew this person in real life. This led to me being depressed and making the voices worse.

I eventually get a min. wage job and I get a boyfriend who's a lot more supportive when I meet him. I went through different therapists for help for PTSD. I told one about my gender dysphoria as a result of abuse, and this was probably a bad idea. She referred me to a different therapist who encouraged me to transition, despite the fact that I only wanted to transition as a last resort. I was desperate for the pain to stop so I did. I went on T for less than a month. Even around other trans people in real life, I felt like an outsider. The trans men/trans mascs I met were very feminine, and very social, and acted more like flamboyant gay men. Meanwhile, I was very withdrawn, and a lot more masculine. Even at the time, my boyfriend encouraged me to transition, but when I did, he left me. This made me feel worse about myself. I probably wouldn't make a KF account without these events happening to me.

Skip to current year and I have my license and end up in a car accident. I get a concussion and for two months I can't do anything. During this time my mom yells at me to get a job or kick me out on the street, even though I have no energy to even read and I'm mostly lying in bed. I become more convinced that failing to kill myself as a teenager was a mistake. I have only one last "person" as emotional support, a 19 year old black cat, and I put her down because 1. she already had around 3 diseases and 2. I figure at this point I'm going to kill myself or be homeless. I try to go homeless for a week but the car turns into an oven in the sunlight and I have to go back home. I don't try to go to an actual homeless shelter because I have a fear of re-experiencing sexual assault, but to be fair I probably should have tried for a woman's shelter.

@Agamemnon Busmalis I don't hold any resentment towards you. I already know my problems are going to be too much to handle, and what could have possibly been a good relationship was ruined by circumstances beyond my control. I do hope that you find a girlfriend who will be there with you in person. (And who will be much better and saner than me.) I'm also sorry we couldn't go hiking or fishing together. I thought about scrambling my password but at this point I feel like there isn't much point if I'm not going to live much longer anyway.

Also Candace, you probably aren't going to read this, or you might have been killed, but I want to say I'm sorry for being a coward and not doing more to get you out of that.

At this point, I don't think I'm going to heaven, but I also don't think hell can be much worse than this. I wish I could be reincarnated just to know what its like to be raised by a mother who loved their children. That's all I can think of right now. I am not sober and I'm sleep deprived and waiting for KF to go online again to post this. And yes I've prayed to God multiple times and nothings happened.
 
I will be leaving the hospital within the next week with a long road to recovery. They saved my foot but one of my toes is deformed and fucked up looking and I will have some permanent nerve damage. Thank God I will still be able to walk and function normally.
 
At this point, I don't think I'm going to heaven, but I also don't think hell can be much worse than this. I wish I could be reincarnated just to know what its like to be raised by a mother who loved their children. That's all I can think of right now. I am not sober and I'm sleep deprived and waiting for KF to go online again to post this. And yes I've prayed to God multiple times and nothings happened.
You have to live, do not kill yourself. Imagine all your suffering lasting forever after your death. You have to finish your role in a plan decreed to all of us. Suicide is against the natural order of things and it never meant an excercise of freedom, not at all. The true freedom and the true self expression is to move on.
Our world and our problems are nothing against the eternity. And suicide is going to lock you in this prison forever.
 
You have to live, do not kill yourself. Imagine all your suffering lasting forever after your death. You have to finish your role in a plan decreed to all of us. Suicide is against the natural order of things and it never meant an excercise of freedom, not at all. The true freedom and the true self expression is to move on.
Our world and our problems are nothing against the eternity. And suicide is going to lock you in this prison forever.
I care less about suffering in the afterlife because I mostly feel guilt about the people I wasn't able to help in this life. However I do feel guilt about putting down my cat because I don't think it was my choice to make in the end. And I also think that maybe someone else could have taken care of her, just not my mom because I feel like she would have been neglected.

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Agam its okay to talk to me or say something. My college won't reopen until Monday so I can't ask for help now. I was going to doordash today but I didn't get any sleep last night so I'm not sure if I'll be able to bike far. I haven't really made any calls to any shelters yet but I probably already know the answer.
 
I'm doing quite well.
Never been better, honestly.

I left my shitty job. Basically all the best workers did within a month's time. I heard they were doing pretty rough. You get what you give.
House situation is infinitely better.
I'm getting back into my old hobbies and starting to actually do stuff for once that I've talked about doing for forever. I'm studying, exercising, being creative.
Even the bad stuff is... really good. I've buried a lot of things, wasted a lot of time and focused on pointless shit for too long. Now that I have a lot more free time I'm having a bit of clarity that I've never really had before. It's extremely painful some days, and I know I have to work on the mood changes a lot. But I feel like I'm out of the haze.
Some days I don't do much of anything. I'm just working on myself and processing everything. I still feel envious of people and feel behind but a lot of the people I used to want to be I kind of realize are pretty miserable. They got the house or job or car but they still haven't really dealt with themselves in healthy ways, because as I'm finding out it's really fucking hard to do.

It's not easy and some days feel like nothing's really happening but I think I really am becoming a better, stronger person every night, and making more decisions for myself.
That's the big one.
I've lived most of my life just wanting to feel loved and be of service to people. The idea that I can make my own choices and take care of myself and like that guy in spite and because of everything is so new to me. The fact I never tried to be a good friend to myself, didn't really do what I wanted... it's really cold sometimes but it's needed.
All n'all... I'm pretty good.

Just remember everyone. Not saying everything's gonna be okay or we're all gonna make it anymore. Not saying you'll get all the things you've told yourself you wanted. But just please take care of yourself. Company is nice but at the end of the day you really are all you've got sometimes. Forgive yourself for stupid shit, don't feel bad when you fall back into old habits sometimes. You're human. Be kinder to yourself than sometimes you think you should be and things will start looking up in ways you didn't think of.
Thank you all for any bit of help getting here.
 
The jews are killing us all. The clot shot is giving us cancer and blood clots. Society is collapsing and leaving us all without any support. We are ignored and aren't even allowed the dignity of dying in peace as we are trampled by the endless hordes of shitskin invaders.

It's a coin flip, does killing yourself result in you finally achieving peace or does it send you to a deeper layer of limbo where you will suffer even more. I very much wish to leave this dead world but the risk of ending up in a worse place for all eternity is too great. Please also consider this.

I'm hoping I'll die of something that won't be considered "by my own hand" and that will give the best chance of a final rest.
 
Society is collapsing and leaving us all without any support. We are ignored and aren't even allowed the dignity of dying in peace as we are trampled by the endless hordes of shitskin invaders.
There's some hope. More people than ever have realized how evil mass immigration truly is. Even in bongland things have a chance of turning around. Wouldn't have thought that possible just a year ago.
 
This is going to be a long post, so feel free to read it slowly. It's going to detail my frustrations with my life at the moment and my depression.

to start off My mom is crazy and has only gotten worse. She's been fighting constantly with me and Dad over the past few months, and whatever mental illness she has has also gotten worse. I don't know if she's bipolar or just a plain narcissist, but she sure acts like a crazy brat. She also constantly lies and causes drama. No matter what's happening, it can be my dad calling her or work; she will always make a scene out of it. Recently she told me about her terrible childhood and how her mom, ironically enough, had most of the same issues she has, but I guess she just doesn't notice that, but I can see how her childhood affected her. She doesn't see that she didn't give me a better life like she claimed; she's just dumped all of the problems from her childhood onto me, thereby ruining my childhood and teenage years because of her crazy, overprotective, mentally ill behavior, and I have no way of confronting her without being ignored and called ungrateful.

For context, I was homeschooled, or more so unschooled, by her my entire life, leaving me with little to no formal education on top of being socially isolated for most of my life and never having proper socialization because my mom hated people. My dad is a retired military veteran, and they both divorced over the past few years, so I see my mom most of the time instead of my dad. My mom is extremely overprotective and doesn't want me to leave, so she forced me to do online college. To make a long story short, I struggle with the classes due to a lack of formal education, but instead of letting me take a break from school, she just cheats in all my classes using ChatGPT so she can tell her friends at work that I'm in college. Even though I'm enrolled in online college, it makes me depressed seeing kids my age living my dreams, going off to college and living their lives away from their parents, while I'm stuck at home with my crazy mother, who also works from home, so I almost never get any alone time. My life has been like this for a while, but it's gotten worse now that I'm over 18 and found out what I missed out on.

When does life ever change? It's often I hear people say, "Once you're 18, you can do what you want," but the reality is I am still stuck at home with no future or plan to escape while my mom pretends life is great and that it's normal that she forces her son to do online college while she cheats at it. I've tried to confront her about why cheating in my classes is wrong, and in response she told me life is all about bullying and lying to get ahead and that Black people cheat at college, so why not you? The latter quote really summarizes my mom: She's a big mean bully that forces other people to suffer for her own benefit, and then she wonders why people hate her when anybody that knows her personally can see why it truly pisses me off. I tried to ask these questions, but I was told I'm a know-it-all, so feel free to answer them. Why am I going to college when I'm not learning or doing the work? It's certainly not benefiting me, but whenever I confront her about this, I'm told I'm ungrateful and a know-it-all and that I should use the "opportunities she gave me for success," meaning online school, even though other kids my age go to in-person college away from their parents without a second thought.

To sum up this long angry rant, I'm depressed that I have no control over my life, and I'm extremely jealous of kids who don't have to be controlled by their mother 24/7. How can I overcome my abusive mom situation without killing myself?
 
Holy shit, killing yourself is always the worst possible choice to any conundrum that you can think of. Why the fuck are so many schizos doing/thinking about it this year?

@Bonzi Baptist Instead of proving that you're a useless faggot to your mom and everyone else in the world, call her a stupid whore and get any job. It doesn't matter if it's working Sundays at McD's or fighting Indians at an Amazon warehouse, you need income to secure housing, food, and transportation. If you want to move out early, ask your father if you can sleep on the couch/floor while working fast food. Just move out far away from your mother.

@Forsaken Wanderer You need help. Go to your parents and tell them you're depressed, suicidal, and your shitter is flooding your house. I'm tired of pretending that you're an independent human being. Get help from your family because you're committed to never doing anything on your own. The recent videos were nice though.

@Super Mario Brothers You're going to college and seem like a good person. Don't kill yourself, things get better.

Can all of you faggots just stop killing yourselves? What is it with recent accounts coming here just to suicide post? I swear that Kiwis have a higher suicide attempt rate than trannies at this point.
 
@Super Mario Brothers I've read your story and I was there around two years ago. Things were bleak and my own family abandoned me in a terrible state despite me asking them for help. I was thinking about doing something that you said, but eventually found an actual way out and now things aren't the best, yes, but still I do not miss those times in the slightest. So please, don't give up, life can be a bitch, but by logging off you'll never find out if there was a chance to patch things up.
 
I try to go homeless for a week but the car turns into an oven in the sunlight and I have to go back home. I don't try to go to an actual homeless shelter because I have a fear of re-experiencing sexual assault, but to be fair I probably should have tried for a woman's shelter.
If you're not already an addict and want to preserve your sobriety and/or dignity you should avoid other homeless people like the plague. From my own experience straight up sleeping on the street was safer than at a shelter. Do you have any relatives or friends who would let you crash at their place? That's the best option. If you have money saved up try a cheap hostel for the short term.
 
I swear that Kiwis have a higher suicide attempt rate than trannies at this point.
Trannies put all their false hopes into their new amhole or a rotdog, and the full realizations of their mistake are spread throughout the entire year.

Normal people in temperate climates, tho, often think their miserable state could be caused by SAD and put all their last hope in oncoming spring and summer.
Now, the summer is almost ending and everything is the same shit because it wasn't just the weather, but there is also the fear of missing out and feeling the time that had the potential to make some nice new memories, was wasted by one's inability to get any joy in their life.

I don't believe in afterlife, but I'd just like to remind y'all, that results of botched suicide attempts often seem to be worse than death.
 
To sum up this long angry rant, I'm depressed that I have no control over my life, and I'm extremely jealous of kids who don't have to be controlled by their mother 24/7. How can I overcome my abusive mom situation without killing myself?
To get away from your mother completely, you would need to leave. That means getting a job, getting a place to live, and a means to get to that job. That is a big step, and I wouldn't advise doing it in most cases without a plan and preparation. So let me ask a few questions:

- why not live with your dad?
- do your parents have a cordial relationship?
- is he any better?

As for your mom "cheating in your classes," how is it she has access to your school accounts and classes so that she can submit your coursework? She does not have a right to that, #1, and #2, you are the one who will be kicked out for cheating, so you need to protect yourself.

But yes, the biggest point educationally is that you get one. If you are lacking foundational knowledge, get to researching high school curricula and where you know you are weak. Then go to Khan Academy online or some similar place with self-paced, good quality tutorials, and do the work to learn things or at least scale up to get through your current classes* and then do a reset. Maybe take a semester off to catch up or ask the college about remedial classes. Also, does the school not have tutoring and study groups? At the least, go to the library or a coffee shop to attend class, interact with others (online or off), and to do your studying.
* you are in summer classes? Why?

In sum, I recommend:
- talk to your academic advisor (call up the school and get the info, then make an appointment) about needing to catch up in xyz subjects. Do not tell them you've been effectively cheating, but also you have to stop that.
- find out about remedial courses, tutoring options, and study groups, then sign up and GO.
- change all your passwords and do not share any access with your mother except to financial information so she can pay your tuition bill.
- call the school about getting a meeting with a personal/ mental health counselor. If they do not have that sort of thing, 1) see if there is a student group that offers resources or community for people going through things, or 2) go through your healthcare insurer to get some names of therapists/ counselors. By the way, your medical information is also your 100% private business as well (same as school; give your parent(s) access to school and healthcare providers financial information only, so they can pay any bills).
- find some people to connect with. Even online schools have clubs and study groups and opportunities to interact with others. You need to change your isolation, even if still at home.
- get a part-time job and save every penny. Walk to it, ride a bike, whatever you need to do. Don't do too many hours, because you basically need to double up studying for awhile to catch up (and start doing your own damn work). But even working 10-12 hours/ week will be good for you. And having money, at some point a means of transportation, and the ability to live on your own is key.

You need to create and sharpen goals. I gave you a road map of where to start, but you have to have clarity of vision and the grit to achieve it. You need to start training yourself to stand on your own two feet. That will mean work, and it will likely mean friction - but if you do not learn how to peaceably but firmly set boundaries and put yourself on a path to true adulthood NOW, you'll be sitting right where you are now in 30 years' time and wondering what happened to your life and how it got so small.

Normally I wouldn't heap all that on someone just 18 or 19, but what you described is highly dysfunctional and it is crippling you. You're going to have to parent yourself better than your parents evidently have. You can't be lazy, and you can't afford to be scared or vague, and you need to get really, really clear with yourself about what you need (privacy, learning, remedial education, ownership of your academics and health, and more people in your life) and do what you need to to get it, even if your mother pouts, even if you feel socially awkward or academically behind.

Eta- when I say "call up the school" or whatever, I mean CALL. Not email, not text, but (assuming you don't have the in-person option) CALL. Why? Because 1) it is more active, and you are too passive in general so you need the practice; 2) because it gets things done a lot faster 9/10 times; and 3) speaking with someone and listening to what they say with your brain engaged can lead to your having more questions and getting much higher-quality information. Never assume you just need x piece of information then get off the phone immediately. Explain what you want and what you are trying to accomplish. A thinking person on the other end often knows more than you do about what might be helpful. Always be curious. Remember: this is YOUR life. If you're passive about it, you will get exactly you have right now.
 
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I've been feeling overwhelming loneliness since my dad is gone. I have my friends and my great uncle still, but nothing replaces that empty part where my dad once was.
 
For the past few months I have been thinking about doing my master's in Sweden. It would be a huge help in making me more independent, not to mention that the university is better than the ones in my country. But housing seems like an extremely confusing process and I don't have a lot of money, so I'm afraid of possibly getting myself in dangerous situations... Anyways, this is just me thinking out loud, there's no guarantee that I would even be accepted since my grades are good but not suuuper competitive. And if I were accepted I don't know if I would accept since I would be all alone on the other side of Europe.

I don't even know why I'm talking about this since the chances of this happening are very slim. Hate being poor.
 
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