ughhh i would really appreciate any advice anyone has. i think my dog is unfortunately gonna pass away tonight she’s very old and is slowing down. i hate getting emotional in front of others and now i can’t even leave my room. i’m worried this will send me into a very deep depression. if anyone has any advice please let me know.

I think I’m going through the hardest depression right now. I’ve never felt so compelled to just stop getting up and stop living. I know it’s hard to hear, I just really feel bad. Right now I even feel like an attention seeker. I just wanted to know, are there any tips to raise me from this hole im in? Has anyone else felt like this an pulled themselves out?

Any ideaa,on how to mire consistantly get motivated with dealing with my ocd and depressuon??? Some days I get more accomplushed and then many other days I cannot sçeep at night so I am up till 3am or later and tben djring the day I am dragging and oxten have to sleep a bit. I most my best friend....who I always,confided in. She knew all about my ocd and,luztened when I needed to talk and was happyxor me when I made accimplishments! My whole world has,tyrned upside down withthis,loss and it has made me mire,depressed and,dealing with ocd has been harder most ofren. Thanks in advance for any ideas you mught have.

i’ve already posted about this before but i keep thinking about it. i was sitting next to a dog and it was laying on its back laying face away from me. i kept getting intrusive thoughts about touching the dog inappropriately. and i was petting the dog to prove to myself that i wouldn’t. i remember i was leaning on the dog. then he kicked me with his back legs three times. i also was rotating my shoulder cause it pops and cracks when i do and i was trying to relieve it. i think i touched the dog and on purpose too, because thoughts were going through my head. after the dog kicked me i sat there for a second just pure panic and i ran to the bathroom, just crying non stop. i dont think i deserve to cry tho. i think my life is a over. the more i try to remember the more scary thoughts of what could’ve happened pop up. i’m just in denial and i want to be sent to a mental hospital.