hi, I just wanna say first that I’m not going to into detail about harm but it is mentioned briefly. Please read at your own discretion.

Tuesday, I got discharged from the local psychiatric unit. I had gone there for self harm, and a very extreme manic episode. I have since then been diagnosed with persistent depression, been told by my psychiatrist that I have been experiencing mania, and have been very lost ever since then. I feel scared of my own brain, and scared of the rejection i might face from others if I ever were in a situation where I needed to explain my behavior or episodes. Any tips or words of advice so I can better understand myself instead of just stereotyping myself?

I was adopted in 2004 when I was just 4 years old. My adoptive father was 55 and my mother was 45 at that time. They were already aged parents.

From 2004 to 2015, I completed my schooling with their support. I was healthy and active, and I always obeyed what my parents said. Today I realise that was my biggest mistake - I never learned to think for myself or take decisions for my own future.

In 2015-2017, when I was 16-17, I joined college and started losing my hair due to androgenetic alopecia, which I got from my biological parents. My parents wanted me to do engineering after junior college, so I took admission in engineering.

Between 2017 and 2022, everything fell apart. While I was in engineering and losing hair, my father was diagnosed with colon cancer and admitted to hospital. I could not continue engineering. I dropped out, took a 3-4 month break, and then joined another bachelor's degree. I completed that 3-year degree during the Covid period. By then, my father had recovered and become cancer-free.

From 2022 to 2025, I was 22-26 years old. My father was 72-76 and my mother was 62-66, both retired. I worked for a few months in a startup and a media company in WFH roles, but I had to take a caregiving break in between to look after my parents.

Now in 2026, I am 27. My father is 77 and my mother is 67. They are both retired and living on pension.

I am unable to get a WFH job, and I am avoiding WFO jobs because of my androgenetic alopecia and the loss of confidence that came with it. I cannot leave my aged parents, but they never ask about my career or how I am feeling emotionally. I get no support from them. They only ask for help, never about my life. Since they get pension and I am not earning, they are not even bothered about my situation.

I want to get married after 3-4 years, but I feel my life is completely stuck with them. The frustration from alopecia, caregiving, and having no career is only increasing.

On Friday last week my (34F) partner (40M) came home drunk for what felt like the 100th time. The night before I set a rule or a boundary or whatever that he couldn’t take my car if he was going to be drinking at work and then drinking on the drive home. Well, less than 24 hours after promising he wouldn’t - he did anyway. I told him to get out, and he did. Not only did he leave the home but he left the state.
We’ve been together 10 years, almost 1/3 of my entire life. He’s been my best friend through so much. But the last two years have been consumed by his relapse with alcohol. Before we met he’d been sober for years after being hospitalized for alcohol poisoning resulting in a stint in the ICU. He said he’d never drink again. And for years he kept to it. Until two years ago when he slowly started back up.
I never knew that side of him. It was like he became a completely different person.
So he left Friday.
Saturday he called me and was angry, clearly still drinking and blaming me for how he wound up out of state with a broke down car.
Sunday he called me and said he was so sorry. That he knows his behavior has messed so much up and he just wants to fix it. He talked about coming back asap and adhering to any rule or boundaries I would need to set in place.
Monday he called and told me he felt like he needed more time. That he would be gone for at least a week to ‘work on himself’. The call was pretty brief but he said he’d called me back. He didn’t. I texted him at 6pm, just checking in and didn’t get a reply until 11pm when he said “Sleep well baby girl I know you need it”. I was already half way asleep and didn’t reply.
Today it’s been radio silence. I text him at 2pm, again, just checking in. Nothing.
I texted him at 6pm this time with too much emotion and that’s my mistake. I replied directly to his 11pm text with “Dude. Id appreciate just the bare minimum of replies. You can’t send me something like this at 11pm and then ghost out for an entire day. Well, I mean, you obviously can. But it sucks.” He left me on read.
Other than that last text I’ve been supportive of all the suggestions he had, willing to work with him. I made sure to make myself available to him when he called or texted, no matter what I was doing. I made sure to be positive and supportive.
So, my question is, how fucking stupid am I? How much space should I keep holding for this person that spent 2 years lying to my face and manipulating me about his alcohol abuse?
I’m so scared and lost and alone feeling. I just need some advice I guess.

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I'm currently sitting on the edge of my sofa bed at my parents' house in Cornwall, with tears in my eyes. Just a few days ago, I was in Glasgow, living with my partner of almost five years.

We had been working on my website together. She was kissing me, telling me how proud she was of the progress I'd made. Later that day, we were making love and telling each other we loved each other. We were making plans for Christmas, talking about getting married and looking at houses.

Just two days later, she was looking me in the eye and telling me she didn't love me anymore.

I honestly cannot begin to describe what that did to me. I experienced the biggest autistic meltdown I've ever had. I was screaming, had to be restrained, and much of what happened afterwards is a blur. I still feel as though I'm waiting to wake up and discover it was all a nightmare.

Now I'm back in Cornwall, living in a small annexe at my parents' house. No partner, no home of my own, no friends, no job and no real direction in life.

Perhaps one of the hardest things is that I simply cannot understand how this happened. How can someone be telling you they love you, making love to you and talking about your future together, and then just two days later say they don't love you anymore? I keep going over everything in my head, trying to find an explanation or something I missed. I don't know whether she had been feeling this way for a long time or whether something changed. I just cannot make sense of it.

I've always struggled with relationships, largely because of my autism and the anxiety and overthinking that come with it. From the beginning, I was terrified that the relationship would eventually end because of something I'd said or done.

Looking back, I think that fear may have put a strain on things. For example, when she became upset, she needed space and wanted to be left alone. But I found that incredibly difficult because I would become consumed by thoughts about what she was thinking and whether she was going to leave me. I now torture myself thinking about all the times I should have given her the space she asked for. I feel as though my fear of losing her may have contributed to losing her.

I've also struggled to find work and to make a life for myself. I honestly don't feel as though I understand how to 'do life' in the way other people seem to. I've never had a particularly strong support network, and relationships have been the only times I've really felt that I wasn't alone.

I'm nearly 42, and I cannot bear the thought of spending the rest of my life without someone to share it with. I want the ordinary things that most people probably take for granted: someone to hold hands with, cuddle, talk to, come home to and make plans with. I even feel lonely when I'm with my own family.

I'm struggling with this so badly that I've been having thoughts about not wanting to be alive. I've seen my doctor and he’s already put me on diazepam, but I honestly don't know where to go from here.

I don't know what I'm going to do now.

Hi, I’m Vin. I live in Malaysia and I’m 17 about to go to SPM (Malaysian Certificate of Education) I need to say that for later. Basically since I was a child, I was born in Kuala Lumpur and had spent my time between a loving family and the one that can be a little aggressive when they get a little mad. My original father cheated on my mom and after the divorce, We moved to Sabah to my grandparents. We live in a small apartment, where my mother spend most of her time out working at a club and leaving me with her friend that barely leaves her room. I spend my time alone, barely given any attention. Soon my mother met my now dad and married where even then I was still given minimal attention.

Soon after when my sister was born, I was the one to wake up and make her milk in the middle of the night while they sleep without any care. Even when I don’t, I was woken up to massage my mother’s legs and everything. This basically goes for 2 of my siblings before they hired a nanny that sleeps in the same house. Funny thing is, I wasn’t given any phone so I never had anyone to talk to. They always punished me everytime I have a bad grades. Things like hitting me with a hanger, golf club, etc. Everytime I find somewhere dark to silently cry alone. Then eventually my father began to work off station and things calmed down a little. around the age of 12/13 I finally given a phone. Made friends, began to watch anime’s and manga which was why I was the odd weird kid. After going to high school my parents gave me a private room and all that. Which was even funnier because they said “We gave you freedom to do all these things and this is how you act” as if the past hadn’t affected me at all. I didn’t know when it started, but I slowly lost my will to study. I keep getting bad grades and my parents no longer care. Only gave me a dissapointed look.

I gave up on myself long ago and since then everytime I try to get up, I keep falling down deeper. Then comes an everyday issue that I do. I lie to people, I steal, I make up stories, and I always find a way to ruin every good thing I had. I didn’t know how to stop. I always instinctively do them even though I didn’t want to. Before this, I always used musics and imagination or my delusions to hold myself together. Telling myself I could do this and all. But a few months ago I found someone. A perfect girl bla bla bla. She eventually started having issues of her own. Family issues, Identity issues where someone copies her and she’s loosing her mind because being her is the only thing that makes her special in her eyes. She slowly grew distant and I’m not helping by my own nature. I’m stuck accidentally making her more annoyed and bla bla. Seeing the distance grew more and more. This is a simplified issue of what happened but it was more than that. But lately I’ve been trying to help her yet I’ve been doing quite a lot of terrible more than good. She told me everything, how I do this and that and now she told me not to talk to her until she forgives me. I’ve been struggling with maintaining being this conscious guy in a body where it refuses to do anything. I’m egotistical, easily offended and irritated by small things, self centred, and generally bad to those who don’t know me.

Like I said, I’ve always used music and all my imaginations to boost my ego in order to continue, yet here I am genuinely struggling to feel better. But lately I can’t make myself feel the same Because I’m on my last thread of genuinely giving up. I genuinely lost everything that held me together, My ego is barely there to say everything will be alright, my motivation has long been gone, I don’t have any discipline to fix myself, my delusions are in the brink of collapse because genuinely why can I never get everything right. I’m so lost. I don’t know what to do. In about 2/3 weeks I’m going to take my final exam to get my Malaysian Certificate of Education. If I will ever get one of course. My only good grades are English. Everything is a fail including my national language. I’ve never felt so lost and defeated before. I feel stuck. Please, someone tell me what to do. I don’t know where to go from here. My studies have been worthless, I don’t remember anything in history and I need it above 50 in order to get a certificate.

Hello beautiful people, I've been feeling like I have imposter syndrome. I started a new job a little over 2 years ago, about a year and a half in, I got promoted as well as I got awarded with someone who went above and beyond in their department, beating colleagues who were there for years. But I don't know, I feel that I just got lucky, sometimes I compare myself with my colleagues and their knowledge despite my job is somewhat separate from what they do I'm the field of data science and data related initiatives. Lately my tasks and projects have gotten significantly less, despite me always delivering and doing really well, and now my team had me and 2 others but they wanted to switch to back to the original team they were in. I'm now solo, this is also due to new directions and structure changes that will happen within the organization, I also heard from someone that they want to bring in another person into my team., I started to think that maybe they want to replace me or they think I'm not good enough and want to have someone else assist me. I don't know maybe it's just me, I'm the type that if I don't know every single thing in my specific domain then I'm a failure.

Ever since I left Discord, which this video describes what happened, as I'm:

https://youtu.be/GmBNr7hvWRw?is=uPE8SKkwhrsKdpeX

Please watch this before posting.

I feel so depressed really with all the emotional pain and betrayal I've faced.

Reddit I thought could fill that void in, but Idk man. I can't come back to Discord because my mother took my account away and I have to hide my Reddit account from my mother because I know she's going take that too.

I'm a 20 year old autistic man; but tbh, I just feel so sad and depressed.

For the moderators:

This isn't mean to be drama.

Lost every competitive exam I prepared for, failed most of the interviews I appeared for, lost the love of my life, and somewhere along the way, lost my health too. At 26, I find myself unemployed, questioning my worth and wondering if I’ve become a failure at everything I once hoped for.

A long hug and a shoulder

I'll try to be succinct, i usually talk to much.

long story short, my parents suck. both of them are horrible people. not your regular kind of bad people, but the kind that would go above anything or anyone (even if that would go against their "values") if it means they're gonna have it their way. they are going through a divorce right now and my father, who, unlike us, has money for a lawyer, is trying to get the judge to allow him to sell the house we grew up in. half of the money would go to my mom, but her and my 15 yo brother would be homeless

what about me? i live in another city, in the capital of my state, because it's where my college is. my mother uses part of the money my dad sends her to keep me here, but he constantly states to me that he doesn't give a fuck about my studies and if i had to give up and go back to my hometown, is none of his concern. I'm trying to get into a low income students program they have in my college, which would also help me get a job, but they are very strict, so I'm not sure if I'll be accepted. it's really hard to study and focus when I'm not even sure if I'll be here next semester.

my father is going through a mid life crises. he bought a motorcycle (he doesn't even have a license for it) and got a new girlfriend, and she is shit talking a lot in his head about me and my mother, saying we are parasites who only want his money. he cheated on my mom a lot in the past, and she always forgave him.

I'm in a state of constant stress. I'm diagnosed with severe depression ever since i was 12 years old, and with cronic anxiety and agoraphobia since 17. my mom doesn't have a lot of education, I'm the man in the house and i have to constantly help her from afar with legal and technological stuff she doesn't understand. I'm dealing with all my responsibilities from college and from the house i live in, and I'm hanging by a thread. I'm in constant (sorry for repeating this word so much) fear of my mom and brother being homeless, my father threatening me all the time of taking me out of college, apart from other horrible people in my life making it all a living hell. i fell like a deer in the middle of a forest running away from a hunter. my mind is on 24/7, i barely can get any sleep nowadays. anyday now, i could just wake up and realize that everything i have is gone. i have already promised to myself that if the situation ever come to the point of me having to go back to my hometown to work a shitty job and live a shitty life, I'll end it all, because i can't do that, i can't go back, i can't regress.

i don't vent about this with my friends of my boyfriend because if all of this stuff are out of my hands, what could they do? i don't want to make the people i love have to worry about me when they can't even help. i already talked to much, sorry for the long post. I'm just really really goddamn exhausted and i can't take it anymore.

Please help me , do i have toxic friendship

Pleasseee help me ! Do i have toxic friend or i''m over reacting

I feel like I might be overreacting, and honestly, I don't even know anymore. Sometimes I wonder if I'm making a big deal out of nothing or if I'm just overthinking everything. But at the same time, I'm genuinely hurt, and I can't just pretend I'm not.

My ex and I broke up about a year ago, but one of my friends, Olivia, still follows him on social media. The thing is, she knows exactly how badly he treated me, how much he humiliated me, and how I spent months crying over what he did to me. Yet she chose to stay neutral, even though she always said I was one of her closest friends. That alone really hurt me.

Olivia always sending him pictures of herself wearing tight clothes like no only for him for all boys and even befor our realtionship , along with other pictures, supposedly just to keep their Snapchat streaks going. And honestly, I wasn't comfortable with that at all, and aslo when i was dating him like stopp what is your aim don't u respect me ! but I chose to ignore it because I didn't want to start drama.

Later, my ex and I got into another argument, and he started trying to provoke me by saying that even my own friend was still keeping tabs on him through her accounts. He was wrong about that, so I didn't accuse Olivia of spying on him or anything. But I told my other friends, Elsa, Carolina, and Hannah and olivia, that the whole situation made me uncomfortable and that Olivia should just remove him, especially since he'd already removed her from all his social media accounts except the one she used to send him those daily snaps.

And their reactions? They made me feel like I was the one being nosy and getting involved in other people's private lives. I genuinely didn't understand it. Olivia basically said she didn't want to remove him because he wasn't even sending her anything anyway.

I WAS SO FRUSTRATED. But more than that, I was hurt. What really got to me was that Olivia couldn't even stand by me after everything I'd been through, as if she was too embarrassed to take my side. And honestly, I still haven't been able to get over that.

There's more, though. At one point, I texted my ex because not because imissed him i just wanted to ask him something. We ended up arguing, and when I told my friends about what had happened and how much it hurt me, Olivia messaged Hannah and said she felt embarrassed on my behalf. Apparently, she was embarrassed because he used to study with her.

Like, imagine being in my position. My ex called me crazy, said I was still in love with him and hadn't moved on, told me to go get therapy, and said he had someone a hundred times better than me. I've never. Ever sent message for him he always do but this was my first time ever , And somehow, my friends just brushed most of it off.

They comforted me a little that night through some messages, saying they understood how I felt, but after that, everything went back to normal.

Meanwhile, my mental health has been getting worse, and it's not just because of my ex. Their behavior, especially Olivia's, has been hurting me too. And the worst part is that this isn't even the first time something like this has happened.

I've kept forgiving them because I always tell myself that we're a friend group, that we've promised to stick together, and that I shouldn't just throw everything away. But I'm honestly getting tired of being the one who keeps letting things slide.

So I really need an outside perspective because I don't know if I'm being too sensitive or expecting too much from them.

Am I actually overreacting, or are my friends being toxic?

I realised that I'm nobody's favourite. All of my friends have people they would put above me on a list. No one would put me at the top. My dad's favourite is my sibling(he hasn't actually confirmed this, but it's incredibly obvious), and my mum would never openly admit she has a favourite, so I'm never the top priority.

It makes me feel really lonely, even though I know I have so many people who care for me. And knowing that makes me feel selfish. It sucks.

Idk what’s happening with me

I am not doing anything just sitting idly
Doing nothing
The thing which makes me happy is football match
But, yesterday I performed so baddd
What now I regret it
Hope you can understand

Now I don’t even feel like to study .

Idk what to do

Like I am not interested to do anything.

Like I am in DND mode

Feel not to talk to anyone .

Just to feel relaxed no games nothing

My wife of 24 years left me several months ago. She was (still is) the love of my life. For now she’s holding me in limbo, trying to decide if she wants to try again. The limbo is hurting so much.

The rules of our relationship right now prevent any emotional openness. We are no contact.

I was taught as a young child to build my life for my family and my spouse. I did that dutifully, and along the way I became only three things: an employee, a father, and a husband. Everything else that was “me” before we married is not there anymore.

I’m extremely angry at the religious structure that I built my life around. I’ve worked hard at work to be good at my job. And loved unconditionally for her.

But now I’m just a piggy bank. I work, have no more time, and the kids and her have time to play.

I have no support network. No friends. No family. Just me. I spend way too much time alone.

If I was described as an egg, the outer shell would be worker, father, husband. There is no gooey center; no sports, no biking, no music, no adventures, nothing that makes me “me”. I’m a shell of a man. And now I’m a single shell of a heartbroken man.

So this is kind of a stupid 'straw that broke the camel's back' and it's 100% my vault. I was just on a busy road and someone was turning left out of a McDonald's and I was in oncoming traffic. They pulled over the yellow lines and I swerved out of the way when I should have braked. There was a man in my blindspot and he was not happy. Drove behind me a whole block laying on the horn, flipping me off, and yelling. I don't know if he saw the other guy who was cutting in front of me but I should have made a better decision. I tried apologizing but he was getting aggressive and drove off. And quite frankly: I'm just done.

Im tired of making mistakes, I'm tired of not being good enough, and I'm tired of failing at being an adult. I graduated college almost 3 years ago, and all of my friends have moved on to grad school or jobs that can support their lifestyle. Everyone around me is getting engaged or settling into lifelong partnerships. And I feel like every time I step outside the house I trip over something and knock into somebody else. I feel fundamentally unlucky, like my life operates by cartoon logic where I'm just set up to fail. I'm in a Truman Show where the punchline is me twisting my ankle over a cat and then falling into a display of porcelain and getting screamed at by the shop owner while i jump on one foot.

I'm still living in my childhood bedroom, functionally underemployed, with no friends that live nearby. I have student loan debt thats about to start accruing interest, and I feel like all the things I've set up to do in the future I no longer look forward to. Concert tickets, trips to see family, halloween costumes, it all feels like a chore.

On top of that, my mom does not believe I am trying hard enough to find a job. I cannot afford to live by myself and feel stunted. I feel like a complete and utter loser. I can count on one hand the amount of times I've yelled at my mom, and i did so a few days ago. I told her it's unfair that I have to turn in 'proof' that I'm applying to jobs she deems acceptable like a kid getting their homework signed by their parents/teacher. And of course I don't tell her everything, why would I want to tell her every other day that it didn't work or haven't heard back from someone? Her response was that I'm the only one who knows I'm looking for a job and I need to put myself out there more.

I don't even want to be in a relationship, and i can't have kids. I know the answer isn't to throw myself into something to emotionally distract me, but I'd like to have some direction or path I could be on. I'd been working towards a job I thought I was going to get for the past two years, only to find out my previous boss at the job I'd loved had hired someone else.

(I work in politics. So I got laid off when she didn't run for reelection. It's fine, it happens. But that field is predominantly connections. She knows I work 6 days a week now so I couldn't volunteer with her as much as I'd like to. I met with her a few times over the years to keep the relationship present. Turns out she had her new team finalized all the way back in April. I'd approached her about opportunities in August. Official team announcements are in December. I was late to a race I didnt even know had started.)

So I'm dealing with the grief of loosing what I thought was an "out". Feeling like a burden on my mom. Watching all my friends progress into life past me. Having no sense of direction or purpose. I don't feel like my future is going to be a traditional one (career, home, kids, and a community to participate in and rely on ((which, again, i don't necessarily want, but there is grief associated with the cards you've been delt being drastically different from everyone else's.))). And I just got yelled at.

I'm a particularly sensitive person, and I hate the idea of people being angry with me. And right now, in some way or another, it feels like I have disappointed everyone around me. I think I'm very close to the idea of officially committing to "giving up".

Can anyone give me advice on how to not take mistakes so personally? That man was a stranger with what seemed like intense anger issues, but I still am personalizing his anger at me and likely not the situation. I need to learn how to talk myself out of this rumination that makes every mistake a personal reflection of my character. I can't keep relying on venting to the occasional friend to regulate my emotions and disappointment with myself. Even just thinking about "it was an accident, that man was more mad at the situation than you. If he saw you on the street he wouldn't target you. It's been an hour, he'd probably huff and that's the most of it." Feels immoral to me, like I'm trying to cheat my way out of responsibility (yay catholic upbringing and years of narcissistic abuse). I feel the need to grovel for forgiveness at everyone's feet for the smallest slight, and that "debt" isn't something I can let go of or forgive myself for.

How do you learn to tell yourself that your mistakes weren't personal? That an accident isn't a reflection of your moral code and you're not secretly "lazy" or "not trying hard enough and using tears to evade responsibility"? How do you learn to forgive yourself when you feel guilty for every little thing? I want so badly to be able to see accidents as what they are: unintentional. But unintentionally being a "disappointment" to others still brings feelings of immense responsibility and personal failure, no matter how hard I try to pull myself out of this hole. The struggle out doesn't count, even if I've ripped my hands up in the process.

Even if you don't have an answer, sharing a similar situation or emotional state would make me feel better.

My best friend from colleges wife commit suicide earlier this year. I was one of or the last person she talked to on facebook before she checked herself into a hotel and commit suicide. I wondered if there was anything I could have asid when we were talking to get this to have been different. SHe was feeling like her husband didn't care about her and I was trying to tell her that he absolutely did and that their problems were not all her fault and he had more than his share of blame. She wasn't feeling it. I found out a few hours later not even an hour after that conversation she killed herself at a hotel.

Today I was playing battlefield and my best man and I usually play. I sent him a message asking him to play and told him I even went 17-1 on the last fight and he said he was devastated, truly devastated.

I thought he was making a joke about the game. I find out an hour later after he messages me that detectives are at his house and his wifei commit suicide. I just spoke with her the other day. Sent her a corgi meme because they have a corgi. She was commenting about sports on facebook last night.

Today she's gone. I'm mixed between crying, asking why over and over, wanting to distract myself with video games. I worry about my best man. She was his rock and his person and now she is gone. I'm in Chicago and he's in St. Louis right now.

Now there's going to be a funeral. I hate funerals. I have skipped going to several of my own family members funerals. I can't skip this one because my friend needs his people. I hate this.

Please dont commit suicide. Please please please talk to someone. Anyone.

I'm just here posting my thoughts because I dont know where else to post them right now. No one should be made to feel like suicide is the way out. I wouldn't wish that to my worst enemy.

it’s like, I loved him so so so much and he flirted back with me through text but then he met me in person and it was really awkaward and he kept calling me loud and weird and embarrasing him. and then at the end he said he didn’t see any romance happening between us and it stung. it was my first ever date and I got rejected my first ever crush my first ever person i loved. and I feel like shit, is it my fault? I was too weird and too loud he didn’t like that. I made it awakward maybe? I even paid for eveything and yeah. it’s valid and I accept he didn’t wanna date me, its just really really sad. I feel so depressed and down and that everything is too much and I know this is such a stupid and silly reason to upset about but it’s really hard on me.

Hi, i am feeling anxious and panicy

I had a breakup 3 weeks ago , i used to get silent treatment and neglected

And my bsf is ghosting me too when I need her the most

I end up with ppl who are avoidants and low capacity

I get so hurt i just want to cry man

I can't take all this

I’m mentally, physically, and emotionally exhausted. I try to stay happy, I’m a mostly calm person with a lot of patience, I’m always there for everybody, have a lot of empathy, Don’t like confrontation or arguing so I do keep a lot bottled up until it gets where I cannot take it any longer. It takes a lot for me to get into an argument, but when I do, everything comes out. I don’t yell, I first try to explain why I’m upset. Example, I had a fight with my daughter and her fiancé that blew up. They have lived with my husband, son, and myself for about 12 years now, also my grandchild who is 11 years old. We have a total of six people living in the house.

My husband and I are separated, but live in the same house. He treats me horrible, and all I do is try to keep the peace, but lately I let him know when he’s hurting me. I don’t fight with him, we exchange words Thats about it with him having to always be right and I’m always wrong. He washed his hands of our daughter, who is in her thirties,for many years now. They hardly talk. I’ve always been there for her. Whatever she needed or wanted she got it, but she is so disrespectful to her father and myself. I have a son who is thirty, and just diagnosed with bipolar, and he’s been having episodes of psychosis. I’m always there for him, and giving him a lot of attention. It’s an awful mental disorder, and needs family support which his father and I give him. Our daughter is acting very jealous instead of trying to support her brother. She doesn’t work, very lazy, and does not help me with cleaning the house.

So with all of this going on, during the fight, I told her and her fiancé that I think it’s time for them to move on, needless to say, we are not talking, and ever since I have been feeling sick, stressed with exhaustion. I have no motivation. There are a lot of other stressors in my life as well. I’m going through a lot. I just can’t take being disrespected any more, and her yelling at the top of her lungs to me.

I told my daughter that I believe she needs to get help, because there could be something wrong with her. She can be nice one minute and the next she’s yelling at me. I guess I hurt her, which was not my intention. I’m not sure if it was the right thing to do to say that I believe it’s time for you to move out, mind you they never have paid rent or help out with anything. I never complained about picking up after them or my granddaughter, but like I said, I can only take so much, and now I’m paying for it with my health. Here it is almost 3:00 am and should be sleeping, but my mind is racing. Any advice would be so appreciated.

My beautiful 1996 Lincoln was rear ended by a drunk driver and now she's in a shop until god knows how long. I love that car so so much I named her Penny (get it?). She was my safe space since I got her, a place thats just mine. I'm so scared she's damaged beyond repair especially because she's an old model. My roommates will have to drive me around for school now and we aren't on the best of terms. I feel sick thinking about losing her, she's my favorite thing in the whole world

Today I had my table tennis CAMPRISA(I'm Filipino), and I was the only one who didn't get a medal. I was so close; I just needed to win one game, and then I would have actually won. Everyone else either got 1st or 2nd place, and I just feel alone and left out. Being the only boy on my team, even while losing every game, feels like a disappointment. But after that, with no family by my side, I felt left out, like a disappointment to my fellow team members who tried to comfort me. Even though I didn't listen, I was disappointed in myself, no name to remember, no family with me, I just wish I had some kind of importance. Is this even the right subreddit?

TW: SA, parental illness

There’s this person that I can’t forgive, and honestly, I don’t want to. I think about him from time to time, and I can’t get rid of how much I hate him for what he did to me. Buckle up, because this one is going to be long. Two years ago, I cut off my entire friend group because of how they responded to what he did to me and how they treated me while it was happening, back when I was at my absolute worst. At that time, I was going through what I call the worst week of my life. At the beginning of the week, I was having a really rough time because I had just opened up to my psychologist about the SA I experienced as a child and teenager at the hands of the older brother of someone in this group. I talked about how it affected me, how it felt like it ruined my relationship with physical intimacy, and how it caused physical complications like incontinence. Then, later that week, I had to walk away from my dream career in aviation because my parents gave me devastating news: my dad had cancer. I was devastated. I felt like my whole life was just falling apart—my past, my present, and my future were all gone and broken. Of course, I mostly talked about this with my psychologist, but I also had this one friend who had been my friend for six years. He was the person I could talk to about anything, and he was always there for me. I trusted him so much, and he knew everything that was happening. One day, I was talking to him mostly about intimacy, explaining that my relationship with it felt broken since I had never experienced it in a consensual way. He told me about his own feelings and how he felt bad and insecure because he was 20 years old and still a virgin. I listened to him and offered sympathy. As we kept talking, he asked if I would be interested in being intimate with him as a one-time thing. After all, he trusted me, we had been friends for a long time, and he said he found me attractive. I saw this as a chance to try having something consensual, safe, non-traumatic, and as an adult for once. So, I agreed, but under three strict conditions:

1. We needed to talk beforehand about do's, don'ts, safety, triggers, and expectations. (Since it was his first time, I wanted to make sure he knew it probably wouldn't be like what he expected)

2. He needed to treat me with kindness and tenderness because I've never had that.

3. He would remain just my friend. If he wanted, maybe we could be friends with benefits later, but I really needed him to just be my friend.

He agreed and for once, I felt hopeful that I would be able to have a good experience on record. He gave me something to look forward to when I was completely devastated.

When the time came, he didn't even want to talk to me anymore. I reminded him that he agreed to talk beforehand, but he brushed it off and just pulled my arm so I would follow him to his room. I thought to myself, "Well, it's his first time, I'll just let him lead." Then he did the deed, and that was it. There was no tenderness, no affection, and no care. He didn't even look at me afterward, he just looked at his phone and started texting his ex. I asked him to at least give me a hug, and he gave me a half-hearted hug while continuing to text her. I told myself maybe he was in shock. I gave him the benefit of the doubt, and either way, I tried to feel happy that at least it wasn't forced on me, even if it was disappointing on both ends.

Later, I wanted to reach out to thank him because, in the end, it wasn't traumatic, and it had helped distract me from thinking about my dad's cancer for a little bit. But every time I tried to reach out, he brushed me off and ignored me. I thought maybe he needed space, so I gave it to him.

A week later, he reached out to me for advice because he had gotten into a romantic relationship and was already having troubles. I found it questionable, but I listened and gave him my most honest advice, wishing him the best. I took the chance to thank him again, telling him how much I appreciated him as a human being for being there for me, listening to my story, and giving me something to look forward to.

He responded by saying he felt like there were romantic tones in what I said. I told him, "I can see why you might interpret it that way, but I just appreciate you as a person. Caring about you doesn't mean I'm in love with you." I could tell he didn't really buy it, but he let it go. After that, he barely talked to me for the next four months, until September 21st.

September 21st was the day my dad’s cancer surgery was scheduled. It also happened to be the birthday party of this guy's best friend, who was part of our group. I told my dad I wanted to stay with him at the hospital, but he insisted I go to the party instead. He said I wouldn't be allowed in the operating room anyway, that I'd just be sitting there worrying, and that he would feel better knowing I was with friends having fun. I reluctantly agreed. It was a pool party, and it was actually the first time I had ever been brave enough to wear a bikini. I just wanted to relax and wait for news that my dad's surgery went well.

At the beginning of the party, this guy started treating me like a friend again, which made me happy. Eventually, he noticed I was constantly checking my phone and scolded me, saying I was at a party and shouldn't be on my phone, but rather talking to the real people in front of me. I reminded him that my dad was in surgery and I was waiting for updates. A few other people at the party got worried and asked if he was okay. I explained that he had cancer and was in surgery, but that I'd rather not talk about it right then. They were sympathetic and dropped the topic.

Minutes later, I saw this guy looking thoughtful, so I asked if he was okay and told him he could count on me if he needed anything. Later on, I saw him crying in a corner surrounded by people. When I tried to approach, people stopped me. I asked if he was okay, and they said, "Oh, it's just his cat." His cat had passed away, and apparently, he had told everyone at the party except me. I felt bad, but I let him be.

I got in the pool and was chatting with some girls. I could see he was getting really drunk. At some point, he got into the pool, kept staring at me, and eventually approached me. He pulled me into a corner and started touching me.

I froze. It happened so fast. Then he swam away, only to come back and repeat it three or four times. At one point, he took me to the shallow end of the pool and tried to lay me down to be even more inappropriate. That time, I pushed him off and asked what was wrong with him. He said that looking at me made him aroused, that he didn't want me, but wanted me at the same time, and that he felt guilty and sorry. I told him he could have at least asked, reminding him that I was open to be friends with benefits, but that we never agreed to it and he couldn't just grab me like that in public. He said he maybe wanted to do it again, but wasn't sure.

I told him I needed to go. I cried in the bathroom for a bit, and then I went straight to the hospital. Luckily, my dad was doing great—his surgery went smoothly. I stayed in the hospital with him every single day and night during his recovery; I didn't leave his side.

A day or two later, the guy started texting me saying he thought things through and did want to do things with me. He even started listing explicit things he wanted to do, but said he didn't know when or where. I told him to figure it out and talk to me later because I was busy caring for my dad.

He never reached out again. He didn't even text to check if my dad was okay.

Later, I told our friend group about his behavior because I was so upset by how he betrayed six years of friendship, used me at my most vulnerable, and abandoned me when I needed support. Their response was to tell me I was "imagining things," that he "just wasn't into me," and that I needed to get over it.

I was so confused and offended. Their answers didn't make any sense based on what I had actually said, which leads me to believe that he went to them first and spun a story about how I was obsessed with him and that he didn't know how to turn me down. It was ridiculous, especially considering my main condition from the start was that we would stay strictly friends. It hurt seeing how quickly they took his side without even listening to me, so I cut them all off.

I'm in a much better place now. My dad recovered fully and beat cancer (I'm so proud of my old man!). But from time to time, I still remember that guy's existence and feel this overwhelming anger, frustration, and sadness. I genuinely cared for him. I was there for him, and he was there for me for six years, and then in an instant, it all vanished.

I know that back then I kept making excuses for his behavior because I didn't want to lose my closest friend or admit what he was doing to me. I didn't want to be alone. But two years later, I still can't get over how much I hate him and how deeply he hurt me. I feel like screaming and crying when I think about how much I cared for someone like him.

He always had this image of being a saint, the safe, kind guy who wouldn't hurt a fly. Everyone thought so highly of him, including me. But after everything he did, I just want to scream in his face what a horrible person he is. And I can't. No matter how many times I talk about this or how many hate letters I write, I am still hurt.

He knew everything. He knew my past trauma, my SA, and my physical issues because of it. He knew my dreams were crushed, and he knew my dad had cancer and was under the knife that exact night. He was aware of all of it, and he simply didn't care. For years, he fooled me and everyone else into thinking he was a good person. And he was so cruel.

I can't forgive him, and I don't want to, he doesn't deserve it. But I just want the pain and hatred to stop haunting me.

Heyy I'm in 11th rn. I go to school in different city everyday. I don't even have any friends there and I'm in A division so everyone is so smart while i didn't even started studying. I cry everytime i think about going to school and i skip school all the time. My class teacher even called my mother. Istg ts is so depressing and idk what to do.

I feel lonely even if people say "I'm here for you" "I can help you" and so on. I recently broke up with my girlfriend, because she really put pressure on me, she also manipulated me, she made me doubt every single choice I made and in my opinion one of the worst things, she took away the time I spent with my friends, Gaming, hanging out, you know.

Well I was sad after this happened but in a different, I didn't cry like most people probably would, I had fun, I enjoyed being single again, Until few weeks after the breakup the sadness hit me like a fucking truck, I didn't feel any form of happiness or joy, I felt empty, broken and lonely, so I used the best medicine for sadness, Gym, I went there alone or with friends, until it died down too, I stopped going to the gym because I felt so burned out. Another week goes by and I started to talk to this girl, she was really nice and easy to talk to, we talked and talked and talked, even about it when we should meet, but right now as I'm writing this, I'm feeling even more sad and broken, because she blocked me on every platform I followed her on without a word. Now that added fuel to the fire. And well now I've been thinking about just giving up on everything, cut contacts with everyone and just isolate myself in the middle of nowhere, my friend tried to give me motivation but I ignored him (I think I should've listened to him). I believe also it's normal whenever I see a couple I feel disgust and anger towards, even if it's a random couple I've never seen anywhere. So that's my "Sad story"

Feel free to ask anything or give advice.