Why does no one care about me?

I care about you

People don't always understand how to be supportive, especially if they have never experienced depression before. Often it may seem like no one cares, when actually they do very much and simply do not know how to support you and show you they care. It can help to tell people near you what exactly you need to feel cared for and supportive. There's no shame in going up to someone and saying, "I've had a terrible day and I really need a hug right now."

There are so many people who do care about you, they are there but you have to look deeper. I don't know anyone one here personally, but, I do care because everyone needs a person in there life. I want to be that person.

I used to ask myself this a lot, and that led to a lot of things I'm not proud of - one of them being self-harm. I usually hid my scars under long sleeves. No one knew, no one noticed. I concluded from that that no one cared. On graduation day, all female students are expected to wear sarees, and so I did. It was the first time since I had started self-harming that I wore short sleeves, and my scars were very visible. For most of the day, I had hidden my arm under my dress and no one noticed. Towards the beginning of the second ceremony, my best friend noticed the scars and put two and two together quickly. She pulled me aside and, near tears, gave me the longest, tightest hug I've ever received. After a while, she pulled away, took my hands and asked me why I did it. I told her it helped, and she started crying and said "this hurts me more than it hurts you." That hit me hard. She made me promise to never do it again, and I've been clean since. It's still so easy to tell myself no one cares, but I think about that moment a lot, and it makes me realise that my feelings are biased, and that life goes on.

Oh, my Dear... I am quite certain that you are mistaken. For when I read this question "why does no one care about me?" my heart fills with sadness for you. Without even knowing you personally, I imagine the sadness in your heart and wish to hold your hand or place my hand upon your cheek and look into your eyes. You and I are each children of this brilliant universe and we all are worthy of compassion. So not with judgment, but with empathy, I am quite certain that you are mistaken. You are truly cared for, my frind.

Every person has someone in the world who cares about them. So people just can't show it. But once your 'gone' people are sad .

No one cares about me because people are freakin selfish. Out to take everything they can get from me

How can I help ? Because I know it may seem hard but if your feeling alone you can alway talk to the listeners ever if it's just for a chat ! Because I care ! And I really would love to help you !! Because I have been there too

I just went through an experience that showed me that my radar for care is INACCURATE. And so is yours. And so is everyone's. I went through a three months' anxiety episode, because I was shocked by my family's reaction to a social incident. I was absolutely certain that they'd turned their back on me. I was CERTAIN, as certain as I was that the sun will rise tomorrow. (Yes, I am a know-it-all who thinks that my social detection skills are SHARP). This is when I started searching for solutions online. I googled "my family does not love me", "I am lonely", "how to regain my self-confidence", and others. I sailed into the sea of this issue. I watched Barbara Streisand's interview where she talked about her childhood and her mom not connecting with her. I understood her, and I cried. I consider this a lesson on the significance of stability at home -- mental and emotional stability. I'd lost it, and it was a slap!!! And then, suddenly, my parents do something that COMPLETELY negates my proposition that I am worthless to them. Please keep in mind that throughout all these months, my parents were CLUELESS that they'd hurt me. How can they be clueless? I still don't know. To me, it is obvious that anyone would be scarred in this incident. To them, however, they would shrug. And they would shrug not because they don't care. They would shrug because they wouldn't see this incident as hurtful at all. How do I know that they are clueless? Because when I phoned my father telling him that I wanted to talk to him about something, he thought it was about work. And he came to dinner, and he listened to me, and he still asks me about it: this "work". And when a new engagement party was approaching us in the family, my mother went through the trouble of designing and creating a dress for me. Yes, my mother, who I felt had turned her back on me. -- You know, I am lucky I had minor incidents in those three months that helped me through. My friends knocked some sense into my head and reminded how they think my parents love me. I had not realised it before, but I was thought to be my father's "favorite"! Can you believe this? I was lucky to have come across 7cupsoftea. It enabled me to breathe, and manage my anxiety. I was lucky. -- I hope, this message proves to be of benefit to anyone going through this whirlpool of the "nobody cares about me" thoughts -- maybe my future-self included. Bottomline? It is AMAZING how inaccurate our care-radar can be. Three months is not a short time to insist on a mis-interpretation of social cues. I am talking about people I live with; day in & day out. Please, ponder this. Thank you

No matter how hard it may be to see, people do care about you. Sometimes it can be very hard to tell because some people feel like showing that they care shows weakness. Sometimes you'll hit low points in your life that may feel endless, but someone will come around that's not afraid to show you that they care, and you'll feel better. You need to remember that there is always someone who cares and you're never alone.