Rebecca Rivera3 said:I sympathize; people struggling with mental health often find themselves isolated. Your relationship with this friend is definitely unconventional. Have you ever stopped to consider why she doesn't want to be in a relationship with you? If you stay on this path, you could end up suffering indefinitely if she isn't interested. Just imagine how you'd feel if she met someone else. Being together and sharing an intimate connection would likely improve your mental state significantly.
I used to have male friends who wanted more from me, and eventually, I had to distance myself. I think they suffered a bit until they found someone who could provide what I couldn't. That's just how life works.
I think sleeping with her would fix me, but I can't force that. I respect her feelings too much; she doesn't see me sexually, and trying to push her would be assault. I love her, and honestly, I don't think I could live without her friendship. She told me straight up that she'd sleep with me, but we'd never be friends again after that. So, my only outlet is masturbation, but there's a catch: I can only finish if I'm thinking about her body. I feel disgusted with myself when I try to think of anyone else. I'm losing my mind because I love her. I have no idea what I'll do if she finds someone else—it will probably kill me.
I don't feel any emotional connection to anyone. My circle consists of one parent, a dog, and a single female friend who is essentially my only companion because she puts up with me. I constantly suggest sex, which she declines, though she doesn't mind if I masturbate to her since it helps me relax. I love her. I believe that if we actually had sex, it would pull me even further out of this depression; she isn't just someone I'd use for physical release—there is actual depth there. To me, sex without emotion is damaging; it feels like you're just violating yourself. Am I right?
I find it hard to believe you'll spiral after sex. I was married for twelve years, and honestly, nothing beat how I felt afterward. I miss intimacy, but I manage through self-pleasure regardless of my religious views; there’s a certain relaxation that comes with it. And let's be real—science actually supports the idea that women feel better when their partner finishes inside them. Sex can actually be helpful. .
I’ve been there. I fell for a friend, and honestly, that drive changed everything—I managed to drop nearly 70 pounds. Of course, life happened, the stress hit, and I spiraled back into a depression and packed on 15 pounds. I'm starting the diet again. Find someone worth fighting for, put in the work, and find your soulmate.
I feel weak, uninspired, and mentally checked out. I’m dealing with depression, insomnia, and weight gain. Life's demands are crushing me because my brain simply won't cooperate. Honestly, the thought of seeing doctors or hospital staff terrifies me. Physically, I’m fine and oriented, but this one specific medication is the only thing providing even a shred of relief; everything else just makes me feel worse. The hardest part is the lack of focus. I have zero drive to produce anything because my will is gone. It’s demoralizing to have psychiatrists constantly noting my impaired cognitive functions on every report. It feels like there's no way out.
A fool remains a fool regardless of how far they've traveled.