So I have been feeling a lot more miserable than before these days. Everyday feels like i am not worthy and i feel like i don't deserve to exist. I can't express myself to anyone. And now i feel like everyone is leaving me and i am gonna be alone forever...

I have classes starting in the next month and i don't think i am going to be ok. I feel nervous when walking infront of people and talking before them. I can't express myself, speak out for myself and am left completely silent like i don't even exist. In the previous year i moved to a new place and i don't have a single friend here. I didn't talk to anyone. I couldn't even spell out a word to anyone. All i was thinking about was people judging me.... And it's been a year i moved to here and i don't think i am doing any good here. I feel like i have been transfered to a new prison.. I don't know what to do anymore. No one understands me.

At the end of the day I think, i didn't want much I just wanted someone to support me and no one did and I'm left alone....

Honestly? I'm exhausted. I'm exhausted from the constant, uninvited intrusion into my personal space. I don't understand the point of catcalling. Never did. Some mornings when I’m just out for a walk, it's the same scenario. A car passes by and I hear a whistle or a comment. Or some dude will comment on something about my body or my make up (if I wear a look that day). It's not flattering, it's not funny, it's just plain triggering at this point.

I work as a barista and I love my job so much. What I don't love is the walk home in the evening. It's as if I am on display, and every passerby feels entitled to comment on my appearance.

I remember one particular incident that still makes my skin crawl. I was walking home late one evening, my headphones in, trying to walk as a fast as possible. A man leaned out of his car window and shouted something that I could barely make out over the music. I ignored it, as I usually do, but he shouted again, louder this time. I felt a cold shiver run down my spine. I felt threatened, and all I wanted to do was get home safely. Thank god I did and nothing bad happened.

People say it's a compliment, but it's not. It's an assertion of power, a way to make me feel small and vulnerable. In my own neighborhood, I should feel safe, but these unsolicited comments make me feel anything but that.

I've tried different strategies to cope with it. I've worn headphones to drown out the noise, I've changed my route home, I've even tried confronting the catcallers, but nothing seems to work.

I wish people understood that I am not an object to be commented on. I'm a person, with feelings and a right to move through the world undisturbed. I'm not sure what the solution is, but I know one thing for sure: I'm tired of catcalling and I will never get it.

I don't know anymore. I don't wanna die. But like I don't wanna live yk?, I wouldn't mind just. Dying rn but like I wouldn't go and commit suicide, IVE THOUGHT about it on a regular basis but I wouldn't actually do it. I just wanna lay in my bed and do nothing for eternity. Like if the grim reaper would go on my front door and say it's time to go. Then it's time to go yk?

Hello!

I am a 25 years old female from Pakistan with a bachelors degree in Psychology. I've always had problems from unresolved issues from childhood mainly bad communication skills which lead to me being isolated from my loved ones. I graduated three years ago, moved to another city and my family have been going through a lot of problems for years. Even though we live together (except for my father who left) I don't feel close to anyone at all and have been suffering in silence. There aren't many scholarships in our country so I gave up on higher studies because I didn't want to be burden on my brothers. I don't know how I wasted these three years but my opinion of myself is getting lower and lower each day. I used to do a lot chores around the house to not feel like a burden on everyone but recently my family hired a maid for cleaning even when I said that I don't mind doing any chore.I feel pathetic that I don't have a job (can't become a therapist unless I get therapy myself) and that I don't do much anymore (I used to paint, sketch, write poetry and other diy art projects). I desperately need therapy but even after talking about it at home, no one showed any interest. I went to a therapist but her monthly package was very expensive so I'll feel really guilty asking my family for that much money. I want to find some government facility that can offer therapy for lower prices so I don't feel as guilty for asking. Can anyone offer any guidance?