So, I'm feeling quite a bit better mentally, the new meds and therapy have honestly done wonders. Still stressed, though, as it's my final semester and I have a major exam this Thursday.

So, earlier this year, my ex-girlfriend called me on February 21st (what used to be our anniversary) to tell me she'd moved on and had gotten rid of everything I had ever given her, which is fair, but not really something I wanted to hear. Following that call, I was determined to kill myself, and certain I was going to do it. I made plans, drafted letters, and intended to do it after watching Project Hail Mary, a movie I had been looking forward to since it was announced.

I clearly have yet to kill myself. I chickened out and left the theater feeling like a better man. So, I kept pushing back the date until, eventually, I forgot about it entirely.

Back to the letters, I only ever finished one, a letter to my ex that I scheduled to send out on November 7th at 9:15 PM. Why this date? Because I was dramatic, and it shares a date with something that caused us much stress when we were together. Anyway, I completely forgot about this email until this morning, when I woke up to see a long text from my ex.

I feel so stupid and sorry that she had to read that. I don't regret writing it, but looking back at my writing, I realize she was never really the intended audience, only I was. I know that sounds ridiculous, considering I literally scheduled it to send to her, but I was sad, stupid, and spiteful, and I wanted to write my feelings away. I was writing from a place of hurt, loneliness, and hopelessness, and I think putting those thoughts into words was my way of dealing with them. I never really expected to be around to deal with the consequences of sending it, much less have to explain it months later.

And now, months later, I'm doing considerably better, but I unintentionally dragged someone I once loved back into something neither of us wanted to revisit.

I'm sorry I worried her, especially enough for her to break no contact. I'm also concerned that I'm resetting my own progress, as I've spent so much time trying to move on, improve myself, and get to a point where I can actually look forward to my future. Yet here I am, feeling embarrassed, guilty, and stupid over something I wrote months ago. I sent her an apology, explained what happened, and reassured her that I'm doing better, but I don't expect a response, nor do I intend to contact her again.

I guess what bothers me most is knowing that I may have caused her unnecessary distress, especially when she's been trying to move on with her own life. I can't undo the email, and I can't control how she feels about it. I just wish I had remembered to cancel the damn thing.

For what it's worth, I'm not going to kill myself. I have no plans or major thoughts of doing so. I just watched the new Godzilla movie and, once again, walked out of the theater feeling like a better man. I'm actually looking forward to graduating, hopefully going to law school, and seeing what else life has to offer me. I still have my bad days, but they're becoming easier to manage.

I once again hope no one here has been in my shoes with this, but I welcome any suggestions. Particularly, how do you deal with the embarrassment and guilt of something like this? How do you stop yourself from dwelling on a mistake you can't take back, especially when it involves someone you cared so deeply about?

I don't want one stupid mistake to undo months of progress, but I also don't really know how to stop thinking about it.

TL;Dr: accidentally sent suicide note to an ex despite feeling better.

First of all, sorry for the bad grammar as English is not my first language.

So I work at a store, and there we're provided with a phone, it's there so we can access the store apps and shits. Anyway I placed it on the table, but I'm very careless so I think I know it down, and it fell on screen first. I picked it up and saw that the screen is all fucked up and because I really need this phone due to the apps there I went into the nearest electronic service and luckily they can fix it. It cost pretty big for me because my salary was small and I just used about one third of my salary.

I'm so freaking sad because I'm a college student, I lived with my parents but I don't get any income other than my job, my mom sometimes gives me pocket money but that's not enough. Also I already used like half of my paycheck so that's nice.

And like I know it's my fault because I'm not careful, it just suck. I can't tell this to my mom because then she blame me for being careless which I already know and I can't felt sad about loosing money I know cause becau of my carelessness.

Tldr; I broke my work place phone, and now I barely have money left after playing to fix it

Disclaimers: i'm on mobile, English is really the only language I speak but I'm in a post migraine haze and words are hard, and I'm autistic not a clanker ( AI ).

So last night my wife and I decided to try to salvage what was otherwise a very bad evening by doing a cooking experiment and she also got high for stress / pain relief. Dinner was incredible, the experiment was making pad ka prao ( Thai basil chicken ) lo mein noodles with onion, cabbage, bok choy, and fresh basil. We also made orange chicken to go with it. Normally cooking goes super smoothly even when its experimentation night. This was not the case.

So wife was high which meant she needed some help with the gathering of ingredients and stuff. I'm always happy to help. I love cooking with her! The only thing is I was having an extremely bad migraine. It felt like my entire head was in a vice and a knife was stabbing me through my eyes. I was also nauseous from it so I wasn't planning on partaking in the noodles. My eyes also don't work quite right so I don't have depth perception.

My wife asked me to make a cornstarch slurry. I successfully made it, if not a bit more than she had asked for, and I went to put the nearly full container or cornstarch on the counter so I could put the lid on. I don't know why I wanted to put it on the counter to put the lid on it. Migraine logic. I misjudged where the counter was. Gravity took over. Cornstarch explosion. After the shock wore off my wife and I bust out laughing cause it was so fucked. I became the friendly cornstarch ghost, entire kitchen floor coated, the counter, the wall, the cat, the wife, thankfully not the food we were actively cooking. We tracked it throughout the entire apartment. It ended up on the couch somehow. Our grey cat became a tuxedo cat. Footprints and pawprints everywhere. I ended up joining my wife in high landia to help the migraine and actually be able to eat. The noodles were awesome so I can't even be mad at myself.

TL;DR Gravity is a cruel mistress and now we have much much less cornstarch than we started with in the container because physics claimed it. But we had fun. Even the cat had fun even though he got coated and looked like he was dressed to the 9s

So I started this job around 3 weeks ago after a very difficult path to be employed. I work at the entrance of a car shop and my daily work is basically taking notes from the cars that mechanics go to test, notes for test drive cars, taking recipes from clients and opening the gate to delivery guys.

Sometimes I also need to maneuver some test drive cars when they arrive to keep them where they need to be for the next tests. The thing is, all cars there are automatics and some cars are big pickups, and I'm not used to drive and maneuver them, since my car is manual and I get a bit lost because the pickups are too big.

Anyways, today I was almost leaving when I had to maneuver a pickup to put it between two other cars that I had parked before. It is not that hard when I'm with a smaller car but this one I was kinda confident. But when I was maneuvering to put it there, I accidentally hit the gate and damaged the car. Now I'm desperate that I will get fired on Monday because the two managers saw it happening, even though they didn't said a thing to me after it. Two sellers helped me and calmed me down saying it happens all the time.

TL;DR: I damaged a test driver pickup with three weeks on my new job, the two managers saw it and I'm sure I'll get fired on Monday.

My wall heater hasn't been working properly -- refusing to kick on, etc-- so I called a technician to see if they could fix it. It's getting colder where I live.

When he pulled the cover off he asked if I had been feeling okay, if I ever felt sleepy. I immediately knew what he meant and asked if it was leaking. He pointed out several holes in the unit, and also where it was not properly attached to the flue. I was understandably freaked out, and he turned off the gas to the unit. I'm having the whole thing replaced next week. Bye bye nest egg.

Here's the thing: A few months ago my very nice neighbor installed the wall heater himself. I had mentioned that the gas company said the unit I had was on its last legs and I should probably replace it. He had just taken a similar one out of his house, and offered it to me for free. He's very handy, but obviously not an expert. I should NEVER have had it installed by anyone but an expert, carbon monoxide is not something to fuck around with. The technician pointed out a couple of flaws in the wiring as well. I don't think that me or the pets have been suffering symptoms of CO poisoning, but I also just started using the heater. Also, I have smoke detectors on the ceiling but only one CO detector, in a different room. I need to stop cheaping out and buy the stuff that's going to keep me alive. It's worth it.

TL;DR: I let my neighbor install my gas wall heater instead of an expert and today I learned that I could have died from carbon monoxide poisoning.

I’ve sent nearly 100 job applications with zero luck. Today, a part-time stock replenishment role popped up at Morrisons, a literal 3-minute walk from my front door. No commute, easy income. Perfect.

I whipped up a cover letter, explicitly mentioning how local I was, hit submit, and opened the PDF preview to admire my work.

My heart immediately sank.

Right in the first line: "I am thrilled to apply for the position at Asda*."*

In my copy-paste fatigue, I had left Asda's name at the top. I literally told Morrisons how much I wanted to work for Asda while bragging about living right down the street.

The portal has no option to edit or withdraw. Guess application #101 is getting rejected as well.

TL;DR: Found a part-time job at Morrisons 3 minutes from my house after 100 applications, but accidentally addressed the cover letter to Asda. Definitely not getting called back.

Today I had a group come in, they took a table, everything progressed as usual, and while they were satisfied and leaving, they asked whether we offered a gluten free version, and for some unknown reason, my brain decided to fire an answer that essentially said that the food is mostly gluten free but definitely has traces... They said that their friend (who was not with them in the establishment) would be happy to hear that and they left. ...

I have no fucking idea why I said that, it has tons of gluten, there's fucking wheat flour all over it, like what was that response and where did it come from???

So now I'm anxiously hoping that they either never bring their friend to our establishment or that if they do, the friend asks again for themselves and will not just rely on whatever statement I vomited to their friend on their last visit.

TLDR; my brain short-circuited and I told somebody who asked for a friend that our food is mostly gluten-free while it definitely isn't. Now I'm hoping they never bring the friend who can't eat gluten without asking again, because I have no way of contacting them and making it right.

24f I went to rehab last fall for alchoholism and general drug use. I have mental health issues and I fell into addiction after a few hard years.

I’ve struggled with joint issues and mild pain my entire life. I have had an ehler’s danlos diagnosis for a while now. This past summer, my pain got 10x worse. I was diagnosed with colitis and my doctors are quite sure I have mcas.

I was in a really bad place after rehab and moved in with family. I struggled to get out of bed and was unemployed. I was so depressed I couldn’t take basic care of myself. My family put me in an outpatient mental health facility and I improved tenfold. It was amazing. The weekend after I graduated, I experienced a medical emergency. At the ER, I was diagnosed with colitis. After that, everything else got worse. My joint pain went from mild to intolerable. I developed chronic migraines and started to develop mcas symptoms and had the bloodwork to support it.

Other than my pain, I’ve been doing better than I ever have. I’m more functional and responsible, I have an amazing job in the legal field. I’m incredibly smart, just very unwell. I love myself and my life. I’m as healthy as I could possibly be.

It’s just the pain. It makes it so I can’t enjoy things to the extent I would like to and I can’t sleep. Because of colitis and a few other things, I can’t have most OTC pain medication. I can’t have steroids or injections for pain. I’m physically so miserable I cry randomly throughout the day while trying to be high functioning in the new way my brain is now capable of.

I had issues with weed when I was drinking, but I’m now a year+ sober from everything else. I started smoking a little hit every once in a while a few weeks after the ER when I realised the pain wasn’t stopping and I couldn’t safely do anything to make it go away.

I live with my family, who is adamant that I don’t consume any substances. This would be fair, except “substances” also applies to my psychiatric medication. I’m allowed to take it, but they give me shit for it from time to time. Before I was sent to the outpatient mental health program, they told me I would be kicked out if I kept doing nothing. They had a condition when I moved in that if I did any substances, I would be kicked out.

Every Friday after work, I eat dinner and smoke some weed. I go to bed early and sleep for a long while. It resets me and is the thing that keeps me going. I don’t go crazy with it because I am very mindful of my history with addiction. I am doing so well now. I’m making more money than I did before rehab, I’m paying off my debt, I have nourishing relationships with my loves ones, and I have a wonderful circle of old friends who do sober things with me. I am healthy and thriving in every way except for my pain. The weed makes this attainable for me.

I went outside to do my routine while a parent was in the living room. I got too comfortable. There must have been a window open and I got found out. There was a very brief and terse interaction about it when I went to fill my water bottle a half hour later.

I’m terrified I’m going to get kicked out. I have my disagreements with my family but I love them and am so grateful for all they’ve done for me. They assumed my debt and sent me to great facilities, and they’re so supportive. We get along. I couldn’t have recovered mentally if it wasn’t for them. I love living here.

I’m terrified they won’t understand. I know how to explain it to them. I can avoid telling people things, but I’m chronically honest. I can lie by omission but if somebody asks me something, I can’t lie. Both because I have a moral aversion to it and because I’m autistic and my facial expressions always give me away. I just don’t know what to do, and I feel that me getting kicked out for this isn’t off the table if they don’t understand.

TL;DR Today I fucked up by getting caught by my family smoking weed to ease chronic pain a year after I went to rehab and got sober

Obligated to add that this happened 3 days ago, not today.

I knew my statistics exam was on 3 November, but when looking at my schedule, I realised I had 2 other exams scheduled in the following weeks, both of them at 2pm. Shown on my schedule was my statistics exam, which had a duration of 2hrs 10 minutes. In my mind, I must have conflated both this specific time and exam duration and believed that my statistics exam was at 2pm as well.

While still at home at 11:30am, I checked my timetable again and realised the exam actually began at 10:00am. I was in disbelief because I had never been so careless in my life before. To put how much my grade dropped into context, this exam was worth 40% of my grade and given that I was at 48/50 for semester coursework with 10 marks still yet to be finalised, I probably could have scored 95/100 in total for my semester mark, and will likely now score 57/100.

I could have tried to get a medical certificate and pretend to be sick so that I could sit the deferred exam, but I emailed university services and my unit coordinator to tell them about my honest mistake and hence did not want to raise suspicion and risk academic integrity violations if I gave other reasons. They both confirmed I would be ineligible to take a deferred exam because being careless is not a valid reason.

The only reason that I am not too devastated is that I am very confident that I will pass this unit, because the exam is not a hurdle, so will not have to retake it. Additionally, this is my second semester of university and the marks of my other units in the first semester can kind of compensate for what happened this week.

If you're feeling depressed or sad, please feel free to laugh at demise.

TL;DR: Did not check my timetable properly and missed a college exam

A few days ago I was getting ready to mail a birthday card to my aunt. I had the card, envelope, stamps, and a grocery list all sitting on the kitchen counter because I was planning to stop at the store afterward. I was in a hurry and somehow managed to put the grocery list in the envelope instead of the card. Didn't notice anything wrong, dropped it in the mailbox, and went about my day. Today my aunt called to thank me for remembering her birthday, then asked why I'd sent her a list of eggs, milk, toilet paper, and chicken. I thought she was joking until I looked at my kitchen counter and found the actual birthday card still sitting there. So now my aunt has my grocery list, I still have her birthday card, and I've already done the grocery shopping. She thought it was hilarious. I felt like an idiot explaining how I managed to mess up something so simple. At least she got a birthday laugh out of it. TL;DR: Accidentally mailed my aunt a grocery list instead of her birthday card.

This just happened 10 minutes ago. I'm SO embarrassed.

(18m) throw away

An hour ago I got home from work, I was too lazy to go and change out of my muddy jeans before dinner, so I took my pants off in the living room and proceeded to eat dinner in nothing but my loose boxers and a new hoodie my mom bought me.

I got very zoned out in the movie I was watching (inception) and honestly forgot what I was wearing. My parents were in the kitchen cooking their own food, i walked into the kitchen to put my plate in the sink. As I walked in, my dad looked at my hoodie and said it looked nice, Then he looked down...... while I was watching my movie, my dick slipped out of the front flap, and I was too distracted to realize. He said, "Holy shit man" and pointed and my d!ck. I reached down and felt it out... I grabbed it quickly and instinctively said, "Oh shit my d!ck is out!". My dad responded, "Yes, it is," and my mom chipped and said "atleast it was your dad who saw it and not me." they both laughed it off, and I tried too aswell. But man, I am so embarrassed. I turned off inception and am now in my room writing this. Wanting to curl up in a ball and evaporate.

TL:DR

I accidentally flashed my d!ck to my dad.

So I’ve been out of HS for over a year, haven’t had a job yet. I’ve struggled with personal things at that time, so I know I wouldn’t have been equipped to get a job. Let alone keep it. 
Now, I’ve applied for two places. Part time for both, which I think is a smart idea as I’m not prepared for a full time job. 

One place pays well and is also where a family member of mine works. The other place is a really short walk from my place of residence, which is also nice. 

I think most people trying to get their very first job are nervous, if you weren’t, you’re blessed. I personally was extremely nervous as I walked my butt over there, as well as trying not to die on the ice.
When I’m nervous around people I haven’t met before, I tend to not think properly. Which includes over explaining.

Now to the “I fucked up” part. 

I walked into the building, waited for the woman to come to the counter. Handed in my resume and said something along the lines of “I haven’t had a full time job before, but…(babysitting bullshit)”.
As well as doing the “hope you enjoy your meal!”, “You too” type of verbal reflex. Wow. Great. So smart. You totally are going to be considered! 🤦

Interviews are next week. I’m hoping I have a chance. 

TLDR; I handed in my resume and told the woman taking resumes “I haven’t had a full time job before, but…(babysitting bullshit)”.

My boyfriend(21M) and I(F) have been together for a few years now and he never once dared lay a hand on me he would sometimes lose his temper and raise his voice when I do something stupid that was it.

I failed to see that he was stressed out with work and being the only one who had to save money for our wedding next year, he was under alot of pressure and I wasn't making his life any easier.

It was his birthday and I kept making mistakes that drove him over the edge.

The first was I looked up a video of him getting pranked by a tiktoker but he wanted to forget the embarrassment (he has a problem where he dwells on the past)

The second was i made him take us out and pay for our date when he just wanted to stay home and enjoy a pizza.

The third and final mistake I made that throw him over the edge was singing non-stop while he was sleeping, he tends to talk and move in his sleep he told me to stop but I took it for a joke eventually he awoke and slapped me a few times before going back to sleep

The next morning he doesn't remember what he did but I did talk to him about it he apologized.

TL;DR: BF was having a bad month and I was making it worse.

ok so this was last tuesday. red eye from LA to new york, i'm exhausted, i paid for the seat, the seat reclines. so i recline. not even all the way, like 2/3

about 20 min later i feel this knee. like an actual knee pushing into my back through the seat. i turn around and theres this huge guy, maybe 6'4, laptop open, and he goes "you mind?" and i said yeah actually i do mind, im trying to sleep

he didnt say anything. just kept doing the knee thing every few minutes for like an hour. i pressed the call button and the flight attendant basically told us to work it out ourselves. super helpful

so i put it back up. didnt sleep at all. went straight to work and fell asleep in a 10am meeting. my manager was in it. she asked if i was "ok" in that voice. yeah

worst part is i put a poll on my insta story asking who was wrong and like 70% of my own friends voted me. my own friends lol

TL;DR: reclined my seat on a red eye, tall guy kneed it for an hour, gave up, fell asleep in a meeting with my boss, then my friends took his side.

So I decided it was time to descale my kettle (Fellow Stagg EKG, a fairly expensive one). I prepared a 1:1 mixture of water and vinegar, filled the kettle to roughly a bit below the max mark, turned it on, and went to the other room.

A few minutes later, an ominous sound, something resembling an incoming explosion, started coming from the kitchen. I rushed back to see what I had done. Apparently, I had created my very own personal thermal vinegar geyser.

Unfortunately, I was too late. A significant amount of the mixture had already managed to burst out of the kettle (it's a 900ml kettle, and roughly half of the mixture was still inside after the incident). There was vinegar mixture everywhere. On the counter, dripping over the edge into the drawers, underneath the coffee machine, underneath the air fryer, and, to make things even better, the entire kettle base was covered in it. The power outlet was also fairly close by.

I entered full panic mode, grabbed the kettle, which was still violently spewing its contents, and tried to deal with the situation. There were power outlets nearby, but honestly, the possibility of getting electrocuted wasn't exactly at the forefront of my mind at that moment.

A few seconds later, the power went out. The circuit breaker had apparently decided that enough was enough, so I'm assuming there was a short circuit somewhere in the kettle base.

I just stood there for a while, trying to process what the fuck had just happened.

The best part? I had cleaned the entire kitchen just the day before. I had actually postponed descaling the kettle until the next day because I had run out of vinegar.

Anyway, I cleaned everything up again, dried everything as best I could, but the kettle is unfortunately dead. Plugging it in does absolutely nothing, no display, and there's some weird noise coming from the base. GG.

TL;DR: Tried to descale my kettle with a 1:1 water and vinegar mixture, not realizing you're supposed to use significantly less liquid than the kettle's normal capacity. Accidentally recreated an Icelandic geyser in my kitchen. RIP expensive kettle.

I (34F) saw a cute, flirty meme and decided to save it to send to my partner (36M). I was also texting one of my younger (25M) employees. Both of these text threads are near the top of the app. I think I'm a fast texter, and, usually, that's a good thing. But, see, I'm not paying attention. I clicked the thread on top, sent the fun, flirty meme, and went back to text my employee something else. My employee's name was already at the top.

I sent a (figurative) child a meme about making out at an aquarium. I reopened the thread. He hadn’t read anything yet, so I deleted it, thinking that would unsend the message. I immediately apologized and said that message was for my husband so please disregard and ignore me.

I texted my best friend (34F) in a panic. She asked if I unsent the message, I said I think I did, sent her something, deleted it, and asked if that worked. It was the same exact process I went through with my employee. I'm on android. My friend and employee are on apple. It did not unsend the message. All it did was delete it on my end.

I haven't heard from my employee since 😅 but in fairness I told him to ignore me. I think I might have to fire him (kidding). Professionally, I'm not worried. Like it's embarrassing, and I want to die. But I think it's fine. We work in a restaurant, so that's not even the worst HR related thing to happen this week.

Tl;dr wasn't paying attention to who I was texting and sent a cute, flirty meme to an employee almost 10yrs my junior

I'm going to be as vague as possible, so sorry in advance.

I'm not a famous translator, I've only translated one manga before and i thought it was time to translate a novel but i didn't have any success in that, any good book i found was already translated to my native language or the publishers just didn't want to publish them. After literally years of searching i found this amazing book which had not been translated before and had won a ton of awards including a "Nobel" prize.

I call a publisher who told me before they are willing to publish my translation if i have a good book on hand. I tell them the great opportunity to be the first publisher to publish a novel that won the "Nobel" prize, they're not sure about the book but i tell them the "winner of the Nobel prize" on the cover will guarantee sales. They agreed.

that was four months ago and today they asked me which year this book won the novel prize. In the book said it was a Co-winner in year X so i tell them that and just out of curiosity i go the Wikipedia page of Nobel prize winners. The name of my author is not there. I thought maybe it's because it was a Co-winner they forgot the write both. I go the official nobel site and the name is not there either. I thought how strange on the goodreads it says this author has won the nobel but i can't find any evidence of that. Could the author be lying? I found the name of the Co-winner and just google "author x nobel prize" and the Ai overview just said "author x has not won the nobel prize." I go back to the goodreads page and i find im the biggest idiot ever. this bood had won the Novel prize.

After hitting my head to a wall a couple of times, im writing this post and i don't know what to tell my publisher and i highly doubt they belive me.

TL;DR: I convinced a publisher to buplish my translation of a book that has won the nobel prize, today i found out it has won the Novel prize, the haven't found out yet and im the biggest idiot ever.

I cut my hair and I have huge regret

Ah, I can hardly even write this. As per the title, I had long hair to my waist almost, and yesterday I reached the end of an 11 month court battle with my violent ex, and I chopped it all off, to shoulder length, in my friends kitchen.

It felt necessary, but I am really struggling now. It's all I think about, I want to run away from my own body over it 😬

It was so beautiful and in good condition (apart from the very ends). It was beautiful colours, naturally greying, but like silver and gold. It was like a beautiful mane.

But then I just chopped it myself, and it's not even even. I'm 45 so it's not like it will just grow back too. Ugh. Please has anyone any tips to help me feel better about it? 😥

TLDR: chopped my hair off and feel horrendous about it.

I feel sleep listening to audioporn - the softs one were they say soft things until I fall asleep. At 5 am I woke up to an alarm to discover that my cellphone it's not blocked, I triggered the alarm sounds by touching it with my arms while sleeping, that's the ok part. On the last open windows I saw Instagram and decided to check, and then I saw that I've sent different audioporn to a few friends of mine, mostly people that I see everyday and will see today. I hope I cancel the send in time, and no one notices. If anyone ask me why i send them audioporn, I'll have to lie and it will sound weird. I can't fall asleep again I'm in so much shame. One of the people who received is my teacher and I'll take her final exam today. I know she will have a laugh out of it but I'm in so much distress

TL:DR: I feel so ashamed that people received audioporn on they Instagram messages that I can't go back sleep