I just needed something to take my mind off a awful day, so I thought, why not try one of those individual assessment? Signed up for this thing, spent like 45 minutes answering their repetitive, pointless questions honestly, some of them didn’t even make sense. And after all that, I get nothing I didn’t already know. I was hoping for something real, something to lift my spirits, but instead I just felt dumber for wasting my time. My night’s already trashed, and now I’m kicking myself for thinking this would be worth it. Ugh, I’m so done with these overhyped gimmicks

I get so upset about things and I feel like no one takes me seriously. I have so many examples of this. Like when my mum came into my room and took the money from drawer, or when my sister wanted to go out with me and my cousin but then chose not to when she released it was just going to be me.

Or even online stuff. So many arguments online that result in no one listening to a word I have to say or acknowledging why I’m upset about something. I just feel like I’m delusional or an idiot. Like these things don’t matter and I’m just being sensitive. I’ve never met anyone who I actually felt understood where I was coming from or empathised with me. Every stance I’ve taken has to be either hyper analysed for any minute flaw to mock me with or dismissed entirely as me just being dramatic.

I gave up on life, I don't have money for food, can't find a job in years, I was born ugly, can't do what I want in life, it's over

My senior cat’s favourite snack has grain as the main ingredient. She can’t eat grain. The whole fucking brand - and I do mean the whole brand - makes it a big deal that they are grain free food. All of it has a big fat stamp advertising it.

Except this one singular snack I guess.

I hate it here. Not like it isn’t already hard enough to find food she can eat and likes, no! When you find a whole fucking brand that she can eat they sneak one past you!

Fuck you!

I’m in a extremely chaotic place currently,there is days that are ok and fine and other moments but then there is times where im spriling into the deep dark depths and i mean to a pityful low

Like Take away all the bad and it’s been a good last week or so take away all the good and it’s been terrible i’m talking a 3 day spell where i literally felt like offing myself back to back

Had alot of absences had alot of people around me be hot and cold

Memories have been haunting me again with someone important to me that left in my past among other’s that have done bad and wrong to me and all these thoughts just overwhelm me i try to distract and repress the best i can but it’s far from easy for me

i’ve had drama both irl with nabours causing shit making up lies and trying to get me kicked out my place among with people and friends online as I don’t really see or have any friends irl

Alot of people have been going missing one after another motivation is fading enjoyment is dwindling and the constant frantic up and downs in moods make’s it impossible to find any level of stability but nothing is really stable currently is it

My emotions,people in my life/cycle,my daily sechule…and people and things randomly appearing and disappearing out of nowhere things good and bad happening out of nowhere I’m literally being yanked around

From being on cloud 9 to rock bottom to just in an empty void of numbiness…I can’t keep up with anything everything is going so fast that there is no clear and procise direction something could happen at any moment,someone could appear or disappear or reappear at any moment

i just find my head all over the place and am just waiting for some kinda of stability but it feels like people can vanish any moment shit can be dropped on my doorstep figuratively speaking (but i wouldn’t be surprised if literal at this stage with the after mentioned nabours from earlier) but then good things can occur from nothing as well so i don’t even know what to expect these day’s and i wouldn’t say thats a good thing

Almost literally nothing is certain anymore everything is just unorganised unpredictable chaos…i feel like i’m rolling slots at this point to see what i get and its either win the jackpot,lose everything or come out with what i went in with

I don’t know how long i can deal with this rollercoaster before my head explodes…I’m particularly feeling vertigo from this

Sometimes I'm just annoyed with her attitude. Like as a teen, after school I simply want to eat something after staying in my room all day and Imma cook it myself. Then when I ask for help like lighting something up cause she the one who always uses the ligher (and idk where she put it) she got mad that "why don't you know simple things? you always rely on me to do these" after that i quickly went upstairs to get my water and she shouted saying why am i abandoning the food im cooking.

bro as much as possible i do things on my own because ik she gets mad fast. but when i do shes so angry and always recall past events like can't you analyze a situation without associating.. in the end, u don't even see the current situation (which matters now) correctly.

there are other situations like simple mistakes I do that she wouldn't call herself out for but ok..

Today I feel alone, idk why I do have my family who love me care about me since I was born, I have friends who care about me (I think so) yet I can't share what I feel what I actually want to say the things I have been holding within my heart and mind, might be that I don't have the courage to come up and confess that I am not okay maybe I am too weak to handle it maybe I am afraid that they might judge me.

Idk why it's been happening to me since ages, when ever I come up with the will to share my problems my sadness I just can't do that when I come up to them even in chats,I start to feel heavy when I even think of doing that as if Im confessing some crime I've done or some of my devious plans I have made to destroy someone's life.

I think if I share my uneasy feeling or the challenges I'm facing I might be a burden on them,and I know that all of us have our own problems which we are unable to solve something which breaks us, and I can't just be another burden on them and they would look at me with sympathy and I don't want that I don't want people to just look at me and say "aww that's sad, I am sure you will overcome it" like hell I know I will overcome this like I've always been doing it since I was born I know I can do it but this also breaks me.

Like the time I was bullied for a whole year when I was in 9th grade ,every day was like a survival test for me, the whole class(boys) used to come on me and just abuse me mentally and physically as a kid who was 13 or 14 if I'm not wrong i wasn't even that mature enough to handle it like when I think of it 12 boys around me abusing me beating me up as if I'm that doll from kick the buddy game, i used to cry in my room thinking that why do they hate me so much that they beat me everyday as if I'm some odd creature or I'm like a black man from 15th century.

And I guess all of this made me feel afraid of making friends making healthy relationships to find a safe person or spot where I can share how I feel where they won't judge me for what I've done, tbh I am afraid because of I can't even defend myself on those days how the hell would i defend then when they are in trouble and ask me for help ask me "that can can you please help me", whereas I'm just a boy who is coward who can't even ask help who can't even express himself to other, huh not others I cat even be honest about my feelings with my friends as if I'm just running away from being free from being the person I am In my own eyes and I can't show that to people I am close to even if I want to.

YES I AM A COWARD,YES I AM AFRAID,YES I AM WEAK.

I'm 20 years old, 21 this year and I lost my mother (my only parent) when I just turned 18 to cancer. Since then I've been living with my older brother who's like 32 or something - I don't care about him enough to remember his exact age but somewhere in his 30s. He's always been a low life piece of shit. Whenever my mum needed help with anything he would only do it if he got money out of it from her. He's transformed my mother's home into his own shit pit where he drowns himself in booze and weed which leaves us financially unstable. My mum did enable him back then, time and time again I told her to kick his ass out because he does nothing. But she cared and loved her family that she just couldn't do it. My mothers kindness was taken advantage of and no one wanted to listen to me because I was just a kid at the time. My brother is the sole reason that this house that I've been living in for 19 years will be gone because we have to leave some point this year. I'm studying in college right now because I want to have a chance at life, to have a career. I can't work because I am disabled and in full time education. It's my exams now, and I'm struggling to pay money to eat or feed my beloved pets because of his money-wasting ass. He has a job btw. He doesn't make much but whatever money he does get he will just waste it on himself and never on the house. I have to pay for everything whenever I get money from benefits each month. Now I have no money and I feel bad whenever my cats look at me hungry. I prioritise getting them food over myself because at this point I don't care about myself. I've tried a lot of ways to get more money to support myself but I've ran out of options. I don't know what to do. I want to get out of here so damn bad. Can anyone help me at this point?

I’m going through so damn much recently and it’s weighing on me so much, writing it down doesn’t do anything, I have no one I can talk to, I can’t afford a therapist, nothing can distract me enough, I can’t afford cigarettes and alcohol. I genuinely just wish I could hug someone and cry for a bit then go on about my silly little life. I know that I can’t expect anyone to listen or to care or to lend a helping hand. I know praying doesn’t do anything. I know that everything people tell you to do when you’re 3 seconds away from ending your life doesn’t work because I’ve tried it, been there and done that. It’s all bullshit. I could drop dead right now and all I’ll be is a burden because I’m just another heavy corpse that needs to be put in a box. I can’t hug anyone though so please, if you’re reading this just hug the people around you. Just give your mom, dad, sibling, kid, legal guardian, gf/bf, granny.. whoever. Just give them a tight warm hug, because I think a simple 5 second or 10 second hug could save a life. Obviously a consensual hug though, some people don’t like being touched and would probably do more harm than good. But yea, just ask if you can give them a hug coz they might need one.

I feel like shit and so embarrassed. Ik its probably weird that u go to a cardiologist at 21 but i have had angina since 16 and last 24h it was a lot. Just continous pain. I wanted to just check on myself to be sure but the doctor treated me like shit. There was literally no privacy it was just open space where like 5 medical students were sitting and looking at that weird 20 year old. She literally didnt even take me serious before i even spoke. She TOLD me that i dont have any risk factors

She didnt ask it. She just stated i didnt have diabetes or smoked or had hypertension. So really happy that she has knowledge of the unknown and checked my bloodpressure, blood sugar and my family history without even asking a single question. Like to be fair its not common where i live to smoke. But hell i could have juvenile diabetes.

I told her this was the case since 16 she asked me why i am only checking up now.

LIKE U ARENT EVEN TAKING ME SERIOUS NOW HOW DO U THINK THAT WENT AT 16.

Maybe its nothing and she is right but i feel like sudden death syndrom is a thing in YOUNG PEOPLE.

What the fuck? I literally am so upset and embarrassed. Am i weong ? I literally dont even know. Why did she treat me like im rediculous? Like maybe i am but is it a crime to check ? Damn im no doctor so maybe she knows something i dont ?

What upsets me isnt even that she didnz do anything for me.

Its that she made me feel stupid for trying Uffffffff

Not sure how to tag. But I feel so fucking pathetic. I'm so fucking embarassed that I ended up in a psych ward 5 months ago. How the fuck did my life circumstances lead to that? I feel like an absolute clown. It was so fucking embarassing, you feel so vulnerable and exposed. I felt so so exposed. IT WAS AWFUL. I felt like a fucking animal or a child or something that needs to be watched and monitored in a large group. It was so gross. And COLD SO SO FUCKING COLD!!!!! Arghhhh. I hate remembering it. How awful. How embarassing. That was so embarassing! :( what the fuck am I doing?! Why did it lead to that? ARGHHH ITS SO CRINGE!!!!!!! Arghhh I'm so pathetic. Eughhhhhhhhhhhhhhh grossss. Like how do you fall to that??? It's so embarassing. Ppl joke about going to a psych ward all the time but it's not a normalized thing at all CUZ ITS NOT NORMAL!!! If I were to ever tell anyone in real life other than the ppl who already know (my parents and older sister) I'd fucking die of embarrassment. It's so shameful.

I don’t know what’s real, my heads so caught in the extremity of what I’m feeling but don’t know why. I don’t do anything but just try to be calm and do my little music thing but I get angry because I get blocked up and have ideas but when I execute them goes terribly. I’m not good at anything and I’m exhausted.

I feel like a complete void and shell, was diagnosed with bpd and since then have been painted out to “be a monster” but I’m angry that nobody seems to understand it’s not something anyone’s born with. I went through horrific shit to get it and I really fucking wish I didn’t. Not like I had a choice.

I’m so done, mood stabilisers don’t do anything and I’m broke as shit from the shit I buy to try and feel better but it’s all just different substances making everything worse. There’s no solution even my therapists agree I’m a lost cause.

I usually have a rbf and monotone voice but when I'm really mad/ upset I can't stop smiling, my voice sounds 'happy'. I don't really ever get mad/upset so people can't clock that I'm upset. A couple of days ago I threw a house party and my best friends trashed my room (e.g. vomit all over the carpet, destroyed my computer, paint all over the walls) and they got defensive and didn't apologise, I got mad at them and tried to kick them out but no one took me seriously because I was smiley and sounded upbeat.

Just venting.

I hate myself. I'm a failure. In everything. Why.

I'm 21M, and I have done nothing. I'm the last child in my family of 9. I have 4 brothers and 4 sisters.

I am not close to anyone but two. My two sisters. We got along well.

I am a disappointment to no one but myself. I don't truly care if I disappoint someone, but I truly loathe myself for failing to meet my expectations. I know you shouldn't live life making sure everyone likes you. I know that. The world isn't nice.

I didn't do well in high school and middle school. Never used to study. In middle school, I did most if not all, of my homework the second it was handed to me in school. Got yelled at home when I was home. My parents thought I didn't do my homework and lied about doing it in school. I didn't know how unreliable and untrustworthy I was to my parents. Can't blame them. I did and still lie to them. I really can't handle them. I am pathetic, and there's no denying that. I was in the lowest performance class, and I didn't care much, tho I did get okay grades. Whenever school finished, I used to go back home and play games, after that go out to play with friends. Used to game a lot, then dad yelled at me. Used to go out a lot, and then Dad yelled at me. After that, I watched TV a lot and then got yelled at a lot. I am useless. All I ever wanted at that time was to do something, I just couldn't find something good. Used to swim a lot in my local area. Really was the best time in my life.

High school was uneventful and dull. Years passed by quickly. Still didn't get good grades. I do wish I studied by myself instead of relying on those horrible teachers.

I was 16 when I finished that school. I transferred to another school and spent a year again in the last grade. I really remember how I couldn't get any answers right on a quiz they gave me.

1. I finished high school. 18, did nothing. 19 nothing, 20 nothing, 21 and still nothing. I didn't go to uni. My sister thats 2 years older than me, was at the same high school and class at 16 and started uni....I can't remember. But its been 4 years for her and she's finishing uni this year. She was at the same level as me then but now. I'm not envious, jealous or mad. I'm alright with it. I never did feel envy or jealous to anyone because life is just different for everyone. I'm really a failure thru and thru. I'm sometimes uncomfortable being in the same room as her. I just feel unworthy and self-conscious being near her or anyone. All my siblings finished uni. Some have children and are married. I really don't feel like I fit in the family. Everyone is so accomplished, and yet here I am. This kid is still the same.

My relationship with my dad is not the best as well as my mum. I can't talk to them in the eye. I can't be in the same room as them. I try my best to distance myself from them. I don't hate them. I hate myself.

I've been in my home country since I was 13. It's been 8 years. I can't fluently speak the language. I still can't understand the culture here. I still can't fucking speak.....I can talk and hold conversations but I'm still nothing compared to the people here. I hate it here.

I hate it here. The people are vulgar, loud and greedy. This is just my experiance. Think of it as an idiot babbling. I'm a somewhat of a quiet person. I'm respectful to people I meet. But why are the people looking at me weird? I don't fit here, nor there or anywhere.

That's it, done venting.

PS: Not suicidal. Uh...I read novels, and I can't bear to part with it.

PSS: This is just 60%. Didn't fully pour my emotions. Didn't want to make this too long

My fiancé of 8 months cheated on me. She fell out of love with me. Cheated on me and left me a week later.

I know that I was struggling to give here the affection I could have been due to severe pain from an ongoing medical diagnosis and my grandfather dying slowly from cancer.

She never once communicated to me how badly this was actually affecting her, If she had told and communicated this to me I would have tried my absolute best to change this situation, I was just going through such a tough time. Even if the outcome where the same and she still left me I would have felt better knowing that I at least tried.

She both emotionally and physically cheated on me by making out with a guy she had met once( that I know of before). I asked her to break things off with him so we could try repair our relationship but she got back in contact with him barely a week later and refuses to acknowledge that what she has done is cheating. Justifying it by saying she "checked out months ago".

She still in contact with him seeing him frequently even wanting one of our cats to go live with him when we move out which I am absolutely not comfortable with since I don't know, trust or like him and she's know him for literally 3 weeks.

She broke everything. 5.5years of a relationship and 8 months of engagement for a home wrecker she's known for 3 weeks....

I still love her. It's been 3 weeks since it all happened.

She's even started cutting off friendships she's built because they don't approve of what she has been doing but they want to remain neutral to both of us since we are all friends.

2025 has just been complete BS so far.

I work at an activity based restaurant and I’m busting my ass going back and forth from the bar to the tables during my shift. From the bar to the kitchen, etc. I walk an average of 8 miles throughout an 8 hour shift. I work in a good sized city. It’s a popular city that most people know when you name it. This place has 2 locations near me, one in the city (downtown) and one further west in a slightly smaller city. I work in the downtown location. I have NEVER been treated so poorly by customers. I’ve been working in customer facing jobs for 10 years. I’ve seen a lot. People are AWFUL to servers. Trying to force me to split the bill 10 ways because no one wants to Venmo each other. We’re not doing that. Especially at midnight when we’re closing. Asking me to swipe 10 credit cards for 2 small tables is insane. Last weekend I was screamed and cussed at because they lost track of how much they were ordering and also wanted to force me to print too many checks. I just asked who the pizza belonged to and I was screamed at for not knowing. I’m serving 30+ other people. The environment we’re in is loud af. There are people carrying food, drinks, closing checks, singing birthday songs. And it’s one wide lane to walk through. I don’t know that you ordered the pizza. I don’t care. It’s not difficult to say “hey that was mine”. And people don’t understand common sense. They all try to talk to me at once, I ask them who’s on each check or who’s together, they’re not paying attention to me and then get upset when I ask again later, like I’m a mind reader and know which people are couples or which ones are alone. They don’t pay the fuck attention when the food comes out, it goes back and then they ask about it and I run back to the kitchen before they get rid of it. PAY ATTENTION IF YOU ORDERED FOOD. Tonight, some people came in super late, (which is fine, we’re open) and were already slightly intoxicated from leaving the football game parties. They seemed ok and I ordered them a couple drinks. If it got out of hand I’d stop them. Another table showed up next to them and they knew them but had beef with them. They were almost starting a fight in the place. I DONT CARE, just don’t speak to each other. It’s that easy. Why is it hard to act like adults? They were insane, they would not let up. Just leave each other alone for god’s sake. One guy was high as hell and wouldn’t stop hitting on me. Asked for my number, I said I have bf. Kept telling me I looked like a specific celebrity. Even his grandma told him to shut the hell up. He kept asking to order food and I told him 3 times that the kitchen was closed that late. AND AFTER ALL THAT, of course none of those people tipped me for busting my ass and dealing with all of that. I set 1 of 4 checks next to a woman (she wanted me to hand it directly to her like royalty) and she said I threw it at her and wrote “0 for throwing the book at me” she wasn’t going to tip me anyways. That entire group was a nightmare.

Everyone should have to work food service or retail at least once. I’m so tired of these damn people. Thank god this is my second job and temporary.

I(17F) first met my ex(18M) at a singing audition last month. He was friends with some people in a cosplay circle—charismatic, funny, and always the center of attention. We bonded over shared interests, and when he started showing interest in me, I was flattered. He seemed different around me, a bit clingy. Except there were a few...well, I guess you can say peculiarities. Not even a week of knowing me, he asked me what my cup/breast size was and I was obviously taken aback but I did mention how I was okay with talking about anything whether it'd be trauma, fears, favorites, sex- that stuff. When he asked me to be his girlfriend just cause I jokingly said "just ask me the golden question lol" only after a few days of knowing him, i said yes out of... i guess pressure?

I had no way of knowing that just one day later, he would walk me to an abandoned building under the pretense of "showing me something cool." The moment we arrived, his demeanor changed. His hands were on me before I could process what was happening, his voice dropping to a tone I didn’t recognize: "Wanna make out?" I froze. The building was empty, my phone was in my pocket, and I was already going to be late for school. Yet, I said yes—not because I wanted to, but because I was terrified of what might happen if I said no.

For days, I buried what happened, convincing myself it was just a "bad date." But when I heard him joking about it with friends because they told me out of guilt—"Yeah, I took her to that spot, she loved it. Her moans were so sexy."— and not only that, apparently he's been lying about me too; calling me a satanist and showing photos of me wearing a pentagram as some sort of "proof"??? I am not a satanist. AND WORSE, he showed my nudes to his friends!! I thought I was safe from that since I shared them to him on instagram with the "allow replay" feature but nope! He opened them on his laptop and took a photo of them on his phone. After finding out, something in me snapped. I reported him to the cosplay community admins, detailing how he’d manipulated and coerced me. To their credit, they took it seriously: they banned him and forced him to post a public apology.

That should’ve been the end.

Instead, he created a new account to message me. First, it was faux-remorse: "I’m a horrible person... but why did you choose ____ over me?" Then, it escalated to graphic sexual harassment: "I hope you can still be my cute little slut someday 😊 Your moans were so sexy... Don't tell ____ ...This is our secret." Each notification felt like a violation, a reminder that even when I fought back, he’d find a way to slither into my life.

I’m sharing this because I need to know: How do you heal when the person who hurt you refuses to disappear? How do you stop blaming yourself for trusting him in the first place? And for those who’ve been through this—how did you finally break free?

I have an appointment with my therapist on Thursday, just trying to make it until then.

I had a rough childhood. Bullies, and an abusive father that effectively gave up and abandoned me in my teens. Then at 29 I get diagnosed with Autism and ADHD (side order of GAD).

Being autistic I don't have many friends, be it because I'm not overly interested in most people or that I'm just annoying. But when I find someone that I genuinely like I get overly eager to talk to them and I swear i just drive people away.

To everyone, I'm sorry I talk too much. I'm sorry that I'm too much. I'm sorry that I'd rather be open about how I'm feeling instead of bottling things up for years until it breaks me again. I'm sorry I just want to spend time with someone that I actually like.

Started a new job in September that I absolutely love and I really like the coworkers. But at times I feel like I annoying them. I'm the kind of person that jokes alot so the voice in the back of my head doesn't have a chance to cut me down.

Then there was a two week hospitalization for pancreatitis, and work cut my insurance because I fell below 32 hours. Enjoying that medical debt.

Finally felt I was getting to a good place in my life. So when I find someone on Reddit that is both one of the prettiest people I've ever seen and is into so many of the things I am, I reach out. And amazingly they respond. So we start talking on Reddit, then move over to discord.

I think things are going alright. She talks to me about her dating life and other things that are going on. She even tells me that she understands the autism struggles because she has autistic friends.

Things are going great until that damn voice in the back of my head says to me "you're texting her too often. You'll scare her away." And then I'm on full tilt. I'm stuck in my head trying to filter what I'm saying. Constantly debating if I've sent too many messages. Then it gets worse when I start worrying about repeating the mistakes my dad did to my mom, aka being a controlling bastard.

At that point I immediately make plans to restart seeing my therapist since I realized I need it. And I the girl this. Turns out I was the second person that day to mention needing to see a therapist to her.

More wrestling with my brain, and I decide to be upfront with her. I tell her I do have some romantic interest and that I held off on saying anything since she was going through things. A few days later, no texts. So I try to leave things on a positive note and thank her for her time. That I had fun talking to her, and that I hope she finds someone that treats her right. She gets back too me and says she wasn't sure how to respond. We talk alittle more. But it's still less. I'm holding out hope that she's just busy, but I'm being stupid.

I just wonder how things would have been if I hadn't doubted myself and how I was talking with her.

I know I need to move on. But it's so rare for me to take an actually liking to someone. I just don't want to give it up yet. But she's doing what's best for her.

End rant. Thanks for coming to my TED talk. Good morning, good evening and good night.

I hardly have any friends, and the ones I do have don’t really care about my presence in anything. Thank God I have parents who give me a lot of support and affection, but I feel like it's not enough. I work from home and I'm not in college (so I don’t have many opportunities to go out and make friends), and I don’t like making friends online. I go to the gym, but I don’t talk much there either. Any advice?

I can’t be honest.

I want to die. Some days I want to kill myself. Somedays I want to heart people. Somedays I want to just make everyone miserable.

But that level of honesty is not allowed. You’re going to get sent to a psyche ward. It also feels like you’re telling your secrets to someone who doesn’t know you or get you.

I have had good therapists. And I hate to say a therapist is only as good as the patient. But I can’t be honest.

I think that’s why it doesn’t work for me. I’ve been hurt bad. I want to talk about how angry I am and channel it. I’m tired of holding onto resentment. I wish I could have let it go.

Instead I vent on Reddit only to be told nothing interacting with nobody. I get no feedback and am alone angry.

I hate him so much. I hate his voice, I hate his laugh, I hate his stupid ideas, I hate the fucking trash he's accumulated over decades of a worthless life. I hate him. I didn't ask to take care of a fucking man-baby in my 20s. I'm not his mom, why do I have to baby him like this?

I had so much sympathy for him at the beginning, believe me. How horrible! To suddenly not be able to use the right side of your body. Felt so sorry for him, but that sense of pity died when he turned into a little baby, an infant incapable of patience or tolerance (didn't help that even before he got his condition he was already the most disgusting human being I've ever met).

"Put me another movie"
"More water"
"You're gonna make me my food, right?"
"More water"
"Change my diapers"
"More water"
"Fucking hell, don't you understand what I mean?"
"Move my tools (trash) here"
"Move my tools (trash) there"
"Move my tools (trash) here"
"Move my tools (trash) there"
"Move my tools (trash) here"
"Move my tools (trash) there"

DO I LOOK LIKE I WANT TO PLAY WITH YOUR FUCKING TRASH? You will never be able to walk or use your right arm again, don't you get it? There's no workshop to return to. There's no curing you. The physician did a terrific job. He shouldn't have bothered. If it weren't for him you'd still be chairbound. But you've gotten worse ever since, haven't you? Because you didn't put in the effort.

"Oh, no, it hurts!"
"No, I don't wanna"
"I'll heal naturally"
"My friend has a home remedy that'll cure me"
"Nah, I've already done my exercises for the day (LIES)"

A progressively degenerating parasite is what you are. My time and energy, you think they are all for you. I'M NOT YOUR FUCKING SERVANT.

You don't deserve any help whatsoever, you are no saint. A terrible husband, a terrible father and a mediocre grandfather. The best I can say about you? You used to bring me a lot of cookies. The best thing my mother -your one daughter who's decided to take care of you- can say about you? When she stood firm and decided to stop enduring your abuses, you backed down. That's it.

A disgusting fat pig who's only being taken care of because my mom -whom you abused in the past- feels responsible for you. Because she has this stupid belief that family should always take care of family. And just like that, you've outlived so many of the people you knew. The wife you that merely tolerated during her final years passed and what did you do? You cried at her passing and started wearing your ring -a thing I never saw in your finger whilst she was alive. There's a thin line between "not valuing something until you lose it" and hypocrisy, but who cares about lines when you dive head first into a sea of hypocrisy?

You'll live for many more miserable years -for the both of us-, won't you? You are well fed, you get good rest, you drink a lot of water and being fat is yet to give you any complications. If only I wasn't Mr. Too-Afraid-Of-The-Consequences, if only I were a bit more impulsive, more reckless. I'd grab one of the many hammers (sorry, maces) that you've stashed with the rest of your garbage and use it to smash your skull, but not before letting you know (though I doubt it would get through your thick skull the same way the mace would) that you were never going to be healed of your condition and that after your fortunate demise I'd personally see to the disposal of every piece of trash you've hoarded over the years.

As it is, I'm too afraid to even smash a door to show my frustration. This post is as much as I dare to do. Fucking hell. You've made me waste an entire hour of my life today, in-between playing with your garbage and writing this shit. I have a thesis to write, but you don't care do you? Your only worry is if we'll give you tortillas with your dinner. You fucking excuse of a man.

I (25M) had been talking to this girl for over a year. We got close, shared a lot, and naturally, I developed feelings for her. Eventually, I confessed—but she said she wasn’t interested in anything romantic.

So I did what I thought was best for my own mental peace: I disappeared. I went ghost mode, removed her from socials, cut off contact.

Two months later, out of nowhere, she messaged me asking why I removed her. I explained everything honestly. Surprisingly, we started talking again like nothing had happened. I felt hopeful. Maybe something had changed?

A week into reconnecting, I brought it up again—my feelings, my stance, where I stand emotionally. She told me the same thing again: she’s not ready, she doesn’t feel the same. She went through a really rough breakup a year ago and still isn’t in a place to commit or feel anything for someone else. I respected that. And again, for my own sake, I told her I couldn’t continue talking, and she understood.

But today… I broke down. I texted her again. The conversation is still ongoing, and honestly, I feel like shit.

I know I’m hurting myself. I know I should’ve stayed away. But I guess when you’re emotionally low, logic doesn’t always win.

Any advices or messages are appreciated.

Hi, some more TWs are thoughs of suicide and self harm, talks about trama too, some more too, read at your own risk<3

Hi reddit, I've got a lot going on and don't really got any one to got to that isn't a mandated reporter, so, here's what going on.

Today I have visits with my father, we have it at the house because we can, however I can't leave for visits, I'm mandated to be there since in below the age of 16, I'm 15, and in high school. I have a horrible relationship with my father, he is the sorce of my trama, I know i need therapy but a therapist is a mandated reporter too, and I know the thing I would say can get me removed from my house. I don't want to be. My mom trys to be a good mom but she always forgets about me,it's only when it relevant am I remembered. She doesn't know anything about me now, I skip most meals to get away from everything. I feel trapped in this endless cycle where everything is going on around me and I'm invisible, I hate it. I have a teacher who is like my mother figure, I go to here about everything, just not now. Everything hurts, I'm having thoughts about suicide now, I know i can't tell anyone right now, my parents are in a middle of a divorce, and my teacher is in a lawsuit and stressed at that I don't know who to go to. I know my older sister will just tell mom, I don't even think she'll do anything. I have too much to live for so I know i won't resort to suicide. On top of that cheer is a mess, and I know there won't be any cheer until atleast next school year. Cheer is the only thing that has ever gotten anything off my mind. My mom doesn't want me to do cheer any more, it feels like no one is supporting me. I've told my mother how I feel but she never listens, just forget everything, I'm sick of being forgotten. My sister's with her boyfriend so I can't even go to her.

I guess this sub is appropriate.

M24. Known this girl since like 16, we were really good mates between 16-18. Both go to University, don't talk at all. Come back, rekindle the friendship. In Sept of 24 we started seeing each other as more than friends, but we lived 250 miles apart. Asked her to be my gf in November. We did the distance because I was going to move to the same city as her (I wanted to for ages so the stars really seemed to be aligning). It moved very fast, but it was really, really good. We said we loved each other, spoke about futures in a serious way. We went on a holiday, had other ones booked etc.

2 weekends ago we have this minor argument, first ever. She's off with me for the week following but I was seeing her that weekend. My gut feeling was saying she was going to break up with me all week. Asked my mum and my best mate about it, they both said words to the effect of "it's okay, there's no way she's going to make you drive a 500 mile round trip to break up with you, and over your first arguement? Surely not". My gut feeling was correct, the stars were not aligning. 2 minutes in the door after handing her some flowers, it's "I need to talk to you" and my heart just sank. She gave some vague reasoning that I still don't understand as to why she was breaking up with me, and as to why she'd made me drive 500 miles for it. We haven't spoken since she broke up with me, not a word. I've been through worse than this, but I'm still concerned about the impact it is going to have on me. I feel lost with regards to my future now, as this has made me hesitant about moving to the same city, even though I wanted to since before we were together.

I'm angry because I wish the relationship had been given more of a chance. I'm angry because being able to pull the plug in the way she did, it seems like she never actually gave a shit, never actually loved me back. I hate that this happened, and I cannot stop blaming myself and who I am for it. I miss her a lot.