I have been struggling with depression for a while now. Recently, I have been dealing with some family issues and memories from my past that have resurfaced. To cope with everything, I started smoking a year ago.

Yesterday, I tried cocaine for the first time. Despite feeling nervous, I bought half a gram and did a few lines. It wasn't as intense as I thought it would be, but I am fully aware of the potential risks and consequences of addiction and alcoholism since they run in my family. However, I don't really care about the dangers right now.

Today all I could think about was the cocaine. No one knows what I'm going through, and that makes me feel invisible. When I got home, I did two more lines, and just did two more a few minutes ago. It's strange because people have been telling me that I seem happier and more talkative lately, but the truth is that I am in a really bad place right now.

I'm not trying to ruin my life or commit suicide, though. I still care about my career and spend time with my friends when I can. I just want to forget about the memories that haunt me, and substances help me do that.

I don't know why I'm sharing all of this, but I'm high right now and just want someone to know what's going on with me. So, now you know.

Financial crisis, nearly brocken, preparing for an examination that may provide a job. Can't concentrate always feels like ending it. Taking pills on Dr's prescription, not that helpful. Time is sprinting and I am stuck at the point of failure. Can't find a job, also have mental issues and my eye sight is very bad to be specific I am 40percentage disabled on my eyes. Family is in financial crisis, parents arguing each other almost everyday. I don't have a room of my own. My studying desk is placed in the common room and whenever that argue I can't study. They are so loud and if I didn't managed to get this job within this year. We will face destitute at it's worst form. Apart from clinical depression I also have anxiety issues. It's all because of my neurological genetics from a young age I had this psychological abnormalities. Now I am facing different kind of phobias like acrophobia, claustrophobia etc. My health is getting worse I have gout attacks, fatty liver, and a brocken left leg which caused in an accident 5yrs back my heels were brocken in that accident and it still hurts, joint pains are a common syndrome of elevated level of uric acid in blood. Feels like I am in a Kafkaesque. I feel like the vermin in the short story metamorphosis by francis kafka

Hi, folks

Since many people here have struggled or are still struggling with mental health issues, can you please share your tips on what actions from your family helped you the most?

Due to my recent divorce, I’m returning to live with my parents for a while, which also means I’ll live with my younger brother. He was diagnosed with bipolar disorder and depression, at various times. He did some crazy things back then: crashed parents’ car, went out naked, hurt himself more than once. Back in school he used to say random weird things about magic and stealing all the money from the central bank. He was under the impression from the movie, of course, but it was at the back of his mind for years. Most times he was an average teen though, a bit eccentric and impulsive. He kept to himself, for the most part.

Truth be told, I haven’t seen him since college. My mother told me about some of his episodes in our video calls, but it was months ago. Lately, everything’s been quiet and normal. I want to be supportive and not a burden. Should I talk to him about it? I’ll move out as soon as I’m sure my new job is reliable.

Hey everyone, before you criticize me, I’d like to say I don’t want anyone to escape depression the way I did. I feel like crap, and I don’t even know why. I thought I had found the answer. My friend read about it on the dark web, that it can fix some mental issues. I’ve been having serious family problems, and I’ve had depression pretty much forever. When he brought acid tabs, I didn’t doubt for a second. The first time I tried microdosing, it was amazing and euphoric!! Was like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I felt comforted and safe, with no anxiety, no worries. Like a warm hug for my mind. For the first time in a long time, I felt some relief from the darkness that had been consuming me. But now I’ve tried it again, twice the dose this time. And it was super weird and scary. The acid only magnified my fears and made my current depressive episode much worse. I lay in bed for seven hours, trying to get rid of hysteria and extreme self-loathing, my thoughts just kept going and going. I couldn’t think clearly. I was glad when the worst part was finally over. I feel completely exhausted. What has gone wrong? Is it about the dose, does it matter so much? I’ve read that it’s not addictive. Not like any hard drugs. My friend assured me it’ll send me on a trip of self-exploration and give me a clearer vision of what to do next. It wasn’t like that the first time, but it was a pleasant feeling. This second time was very sad. It’s inexplicable. Unless it means I somehow got physically addicted to acid the first time so that it doesn’t help me anymore? I don't know what to do now. The one thing that I thought was helping me has turned against me, and I feel trapped and even more broken than before. I don't want to be a burden to anyone, but I can't keep living like this. I'm tired of pretending that everything is okay when it's not. I just want to feel like myself again. I was promised some relief. Why did it not work the second time?