I'm from Nigeria, and I've tried to seek help, but in this environment, it seems like everyone is solely focused on hustling. It's quite challenging for me, as a man, to open up about mental health or thoughts of suicide. The response I often receive is 'MAN UP.'

I'm searching for a sense of purpose. Why do I constantly feel like a failure? I can't pinpoint when this started, but it's been a long time since I woke up feeling like myself, IT’S ALOT

I cured my fears on my own. I just had to know what my fears were, and they were numerous. I was afraid of people, especially loud people. I was afraid of aggression on their part. I have an aggressive father, he yelled at me all my childhood, and I, as an adult, was afraid of even the quarrels of neighbors behind the wall. I put on headphones, turned on music, but it didn't help. I was afraid of contracting some terrible disease and listened to myself: "what - something stabbed? Is it cancer?". I was unsuccessfully treated by a psychotherapist, and I was constantly afraid that nothing would help me. It didn't help me!I felt sick, hopeless, I couldn't work because I had fears that I wouldn't be able to do the job. And fears of socializing at work. I had thoughts of not wanting to live, and I was looking for a way, because all life was unbearable. I didn't like my appearance either, and I periodically exhausted myself with diets. One very beautiful day in my life, a cousin was brought to me. Her mother had died, and I was an adult relative. There was no one else to take her to - my father was a drunk and aggressive.It was either me or the orphanage. I'm a kind person, and I didn't want my sister in an orphanage. But, my God, I'm a nobody who can't do anything. I can't be trusted with a teenager. I figured I'd give it a try, and if anything, my sister would run away from me. My sister arrived sad, crying after the death of her mother (my aunt). I was uncomfortable showing that I was anxious and depressed, so I started to play "confidence" in order to support the child a little. Later on, my self-confident image had to be abandoned. The child looked at me with wide-open eyes of hope and pleading for help with everything.I couldn't let her faith in me down. Somehow she had no doubt that I could do anything. I was ashamed to admit that I was anxious, sick, with a million fears. I cried secretly from her and tried to look confident in front of the baby.I realized that to be a mother (and in fact I had replaced her) was to be a "superhero". Every day with my child marked my fears, complexes and longings. I had to cook, clean, do laundry, sew clothes, overcome my fear of socializing in crowded places, I slept like an elephant because I was tired. I began to like my strong image, it "grew on me". My strong fears remained - of aggressive people, of quarrels.One day I went to pick up my sister from school and saw her being bullied by boys. Before, I would have cowered in fear at the conflict of others. In that moment, my outrage was so strong that I forgot about the fear. How could they even touch my sister?I didn't think about fear when I saw my sister crying. I don't know where I got the courage, but I screamed, chased the boys away, pushed them away from my sister. When it was over, I realized I was a different person. Something strong, confident. I saw the blood on my hand, and I realized I wasn't afraid of blood either. From that day on, my new life without fears began....

Greetings everyone! I read here, on the site, stories of abandoned girls who do not know what to do and decided to write my story. We had a "guest marriage" for 9 years. That means we spent weekends together. All 9 years it seemed to me that this is a person who is mentally close to me. We told each other everything everything, trusted each other a lot. I was probably more supportive of him than he was of me. But I felt emotionally supported by him too. When I got sick, he gave me injections and personally took me to the hospital for surgery. They operated on my spine for three hours. Then I was lying down for a long time, and I couldn't walk properly. He hasn't visited me in the hospital once since my surgery. Our mutual friends brought me food, but he was never there. As I found out later, he decided that I would remain an invalid. So he decided to leave me. When I called from the hospital and asked him to take me home by car, he said I could order a car myself. I couldn't believe he could do that.

My friends picked me up from the hospital. They were also shocked at what my boyfriend had done to me. I went home to my parents' house. A couple of days later, he (my boyfriend) called and asked for help with our work. I thought he'd come to his senses and helped by making calls. But I was wrong. It wasn't any better afterward. I couldn't sit or walk for a long time, I could only ride in the car lying down. I needed help. He wouldn't take me anywhere. He wouldn't help me with groceries. After a month I was able to walk to our house (near my parents). I happily called, letting him know I could walk a little and was standing outside the house. He refused to come out. I was in despair, I could not realize the betrayal. When my friend took me to the doctor, I shared with her that I was now abandoned. That I was without a man, and who needs someone like me, like an invalid, after the operation.

A friend said to me, "Well, meet someone." I loudly told her "I can't even sit in a cafe for a meeting! It hurts me to sit for more than 20 minutes." To which she yelled, "If you can't sit, lie down! Do something." I guess it was a sudden jolt that made me want to overcome my illness. I don't know why they had such an effect on me, they made me laugh for a long time. Then somehow I was able to meet a guy a day later who helped me with everything. He took me to all the doctors, outdoors, just around town, and it didn't bother him that I couldn't walk well. He didn't let me go through a long betrayal and helped me get back on my feet. To all those who have been abandoned, I want to say, there was a bad guy, you will have a good one.

i am so alone everyone takes me as a second or last priority no ones really cares i am stammering and i dont know what my future too ... it get me in an overthinking and i thinking everytime and then i oversleep and overeating and forget sometimes every important thing and dont able to focous on my studiies