What was the moment you realized no one was coming to save you?
July 26, 2025
What was the moment you realized no one was coming to save you?
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It finally hit when my mum who was the one person I thought I could trust started putting me down because she now has a few family members in our country. She puts me down and side with her nieces.
When my mom died.
When my mother told me to stfu and not tell anyone when I told her my uncle, her brother, molested me as a child.
Kinda always knew unfortunately
I had depression (while living alone and working from home during covid lockdown, so I was already very isolated). I knew I needed a therapist, but when I contacted one, she told me that I couldn’t have therapy unless I listed an emergency contact on my paperwork. I asked one of my closest friends, and he said yes and that he felt honored to be asked — and then after I submitted the paperwork, when I was so close to finally starting therapy after years of depression, he told me he changed his mind because he thought his partner would be uncomfortable with it. Then I asked my other closest friend, and she didn’t respond. I had to google “can you hire someone to be your emergency contact” while sobbing.
The worst part was that my depression was caused in large part by loneliness. So, in effect, the therapist told me that she couldn’t treat my depression unless I fixed the thing that was *causing* my depression in the first place.
I think about that every time someone says, “You don’t need a partner, just have friends instead!” or “A partner is not a substitute for a therapist.” Being single literally made it harder for me to access therapy.
Sobbing at 2 am holding my newborn who I couldn’t soothe. No one was coming to hold her or give me a break.
When the person I thought would save me disappeared.
Pretty much every time I get disrespected by a man and people just watch.
As a kinda turn around, for me personally, I matured enough to realise that it wasn’t that nobody cared, it wasn’t that nobody wanted to save me, it was that I didn’t want to listen. I was the problem.
Once that hit me, I saved myself, because I was the only person who could get me out of the situation.
When i realized i have autism and am not attractive.
Probably the first time I went inpatient at a psych hospital. I had to save myself.
I had hope for a very long time it gets less each time lol I think I carry too much hope. Deep down I know it’s me or nothing. Charles Bukoswki if you let them kill you they will.
When I was crying my heart out to my family and they just ignored me.
My dad died. Just bore a tiny mouth that I had to feed. No job or a viable career. Deadbeat ex. By far, the lowest point of my life.
I always knew. I was raised knowing that I was on my own.
When I needed a place to stay and everyone said they couldn’t because they wanted their privacy. Maybe it was a good thing. I ended up figuring it out and building a pretty decent emergency fund. I don’t ever want to be in that situation again
When my bf at the time, who I thought was saving me, dumped me. I realized that he was never the reason my life was getting better and that only I had that kind of control.
when i moved out and was sick for the first time and my mom wasn’t there to take care of me
When my parents told me I had to give my abusive husband 6 more months of ‘trying’ or else me & my kids couldn’t stay with them anymore.
I had gotten laid off from my job. My wife was still recovering from a c-section. And our preemie son was coming home from the NICU in three days, still on oxygen and a monitor for apnea and bradycardia. We needed a little coverage financially until unemployment kicked in, so I called my parents. First time ever asking for their help. While sitting in their multimillion dollar house, they assured me that I would be in their prayers.
I don’t remember a time when I ever thought that anyone would save me…
I remember it very well. When you are brought in to some school therapy session and he’s like “I’ll listen to anything you have to say. Nothing will leave this room. This is completely confidential.”
And I just thought to myself…So basically this is the same as when a friend hears me out. Just talking, venting and then coming home to the same warzone after school? Nothing’s going to change.
When my husband and I lost our one and only baby at 2 weeks old….and aside from a select few, everyone pretty much disappeared or said nothing.
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Well, technically God did come and save me, but in a worldly sense, it was when I realized that if I did nothing to change the course of my life it wouldn’t change and I will probably die. Soon.
I HATED my life back then. I hated it so much it felt like hell on Earth and I couldn’t stand it to the point where I didn’t want to be alive and suffer it any longer. I would rather die and leave this plane of existence.
WELP. Turns out humans have agency. I prayed and went to work. I got myself in a good church, got a job, got myself not in therapy but a psychiatrist straight up, took a break from school until I got better, treated myself right and invested time and efforts into designing and making a life I would want to live happen. If you take responsibility for your life then you ultimately take control and ownership over it. You realize that you are the one stiring it in the wrong or right direction. And you can make an amazing life for yourself happen. 🙂
25 comments
It finally hit when my mum who was the one person I thought I could trust started putting me down because she now has a few family members in our country. She puts me down and side with her nieces.
When my mom died.
When my mother told me to stfu and not tell anyone when I told her my uncle, her brother, molested me as a child.
Kinda always knew unfortunately
I had depression (while living alone and working from home during covid lockdown, so I was already very isolated). I knew I needed a therapist, but when I contacted one, she told me that I couldn’t have therapy unless I listed an emergency contact on my paperwork. I asked one of my closest friends, and he said yes and that he felt honored to be asked — and then after I submitted the paperwork, when I was so close to finally starting therapy after years of depression, he told me he changed his mind because he thought his partner would be uncomfortable with it. Then I asked my other closest friend, and she didn’t respond. I had to google “can you hire someone to be your emergency contact” while sobbing.
The worst part was that my depression was caused in large part by loneliness. So, in effect, the therapist told me that she couldn’t treat my depression unless I fixed the thing that was *causing* my depression in the first place.
I think about that every time someone says, “You don’t need a partner, just have friends instead!” or “A partner is not a substitute for a therapist.” Being single literally made it harder for me to access therapy.
Sobbing at 2 am holding my newborn who I couldn’t soothe. No one was coming to hold her or give me a break.
When the person I thought would save me disappeared.
Pretty much every time I get disrespected by a man and people just watch.
As a kinda turn around, for me personally, I matured enough to realise that it wasn’t that nobody cared, it wasn’t that nobody wanted to save me, it was that I didn’t want to listen. I was the problem.
Once that hit me, I saved myself, because I was the only person who could get me out of the situation.
When i realized i have autism and am not attractive.
Probably the first time I went inpatient at a psych hospital. I had to save myself.
I had hope for a very long time it gets less each time lol I think I carry too much hope. Deep down I know it’s me or nothing. Charles Bukoswki if you let them kill you they will.
When I was crying my heart out to my family and they just ignored me.
My dad died. Just bore a tiny mouth that I had to feed. No job or a viable career. Deadbeat ex. By far, the lowest point of my life.
I always knew. I was raised knowing that I was on my own.
When I needed a place to stay and everyone said they couldn’t because they wanted their privacy. Maybe it was a good thing. I ended up figuring it out and building a pretty decent emergency fund. I don’t ever want to be in that situation again
When my bf at the time, who I thought was saving me, dumped me. I realized that he was never the reason my life was getting better and that only I had that kind of control.
when i moved out and was sick for the first time and my mom wasn’t there to take care of me
When my parents told me I had to give my abusive husband 6 more months of ‘trying’ or else me & my kids couldn’t stay with them anymore.
I had gotten laid off from my job. My wife was still recovering from a c-section. And our preemie son was coming home from the NICU in three days, still on oxygen and a monitor for apnea and bradycardia. We needed a little coverage financially until unemployment kicked in, so I called my parents. First time ever asking for their help. While sitting in their multimillion dollar house, they assured me that I would be in their prayers.
I don’t remember a time when I ever thought that anyone would save me…
I remember it very well. When you are brought in to some school therapy session and he’s like “I’ll listen to anything you have to say. Nothing will leave this room. This is completely confidential.”
And I just thought to myself…So basically this is the same as when a friend hears me out. Just talking, venting and then coming home to the same warzone after school? Nothing’s going to change.
When my husband and I lost our one and only baby at 2 weeks old….and aside from a select few, everyone pretty much disappeared or said nothing.
[removed]
Well, technically God did come and save me, but in a worldly sense, it was when I realized that if I did nothing to change the course of my life it wouldn’t change and I will probably die. Soon.
I HATED my life back then. I hated it so much it felt like hell on Earth and I couldn’t stand it to the point where I didn’t want to be alive and suffer it any longer. I would rather die and leave this plane of existence.
WELP. Turns out humans have agency. I prayed and went to work. I got myself in a good church, got a job, got myself not in therapy but a psychiatrist straight up, took a break from school until I got better, treated myself right and invested time and efforts into designing and making a life I would want to live happen. If you take responsibility for your life then you ultimately take control and ownership over it. You realize that you are the one stiring it in the wrong or right direction. And you can make an amazing life for yourself happen. 🙂