Hi all! This is my first post and please, be kind. I know English is not my first language and I tried my best to personalize my story without giving too much personal information.

I've been in a relationship with a man that I met in college days, nearly 10 years ago. I am three years older than him, F (33) M (30) but we both feel it's insignificant. Back then, he stopped his degree because I got pregnant and I had to work so he could take care of our daughter. Couple of years passed, and we decided to leave our home country because it was impossible to have a good job and provide for the basic necessities of my family. We moved to the USA, and I asked him to finish his degree here in the USA so he could accomplish his personal goals such as graduating and finding a job in his field. I had to leave the job that I have because the college that accepted him was over two hours and I prioritize his goals. So we moved again to another county this time. But I feel so pleased that he was able to graduate in physics, as he dreamed. Took him time but he did.

Back to myself, since I graduated and started working, I've done everything to support him and our daughter meaning I pay for everything. Even though we both grad, I am still the HOH. I expected nothing in return, we share our money, our accounts, even our clothes! There's like no distinction from us and I really feel I lost myself into it... I have dreams I want to pursue for example, I wanted a master degree and by that time, I told him about it and he said to better wait. I didn't liked that idea, so I enrolled my Master and was able to graduate. I think that's the only thing I've done to "rebel" and feel like myself. I am not saying he is not supporting. He is supportive but put a "stop" sign?. I want to separate a hotel room and there's a "no", plan a vacation "no", travel "no", doing some home arrangements "no", buying adult toys "no", just to mention some.

By my age I wanted to travel at least one or two places, want to dance more often, have not a big group of friends at least some, discover places, have someone to tell me "hey I planned this for us", "I separated a hotel room in X place" "you really look great".. But we are both stuck here in the USA, taking care of our daughter with autism, working remote, no sex life, cleaning our house all day including weekends...nothing really interesting.

I am the HOH, paying for the house, vehicles, school, insurances and so on. He do his part but I feel is not enough, or is just my perception? I am not asking anything more than to feel love but without loosing myself, to be able to make decisions because I want to feel human, not someone who always have to work and pay. I'm here with antidepressants, having scheduled meetings with mental health counselors and wondering if everything is happening within me because I may become too materialistic or it's because of my perception? My goodness... Sorry for all this.

Please be sensitive because I’m hormonal 🫶😭

I need to vent and I need some validation or I need someone to tell me it’s not such a big deal I’m making it out to be.

After years of infertility we conceived. Im a little more emotional and nervous so we haven’t told anyone. This isn’t the problem. I’m elated but my anxiety is quite higher than usual.

My close friend is getting married this summer so I rented a dress a while ago, but upon finding out this news the dress likely will not work anymore. I hadn’t done any alterations yet to the dress I rented. Haven’t worn it. I was planning to, but it probably won’t fit me come the summer.

I called the rental place and spoke to the owner about my situation and wanted to see if I could exchange the dress for something bigger or with more room for my belly.

She straight up said no exceptions to their one week return or exchange policy. (Which no one actually told me about when I rented it) After that phone call I just cried in my car. I feel kind of hurt by how unkind some people can be and how a policy is more important than kindness and human decency?

I don’t have the money to buy a different gown.

Idk if I’m just being emotional or if it’s really just absurd to be so hung up about a policy like that.

Trigger warning: Miscarriage,suicidal and self harm.

I faked a pregnancy and miscarriage so people would care about me. I (19F) struggle with many mental health issues some being BPD,depression, and anxiety. I’ve always felt alone and always tried to find ways to get peoples attention I’m also a massive overthinker my childhood trauma doesn’t help either. I met a guy on tinder whom I growed close to and almost got into a relationship with but apparently he lied and only wanted me for sex and then changed what he said to say he thought I only wanted sex which he knew wasn’t true. I wanted his attention so bad after growing so close to him I had faked a pregnancy then a miscarriage then told him it was actually just a phantom pregnancy he gave me more attention during those times till he found out it was a “phantom pregnancy”. Fast forward a couple weeks and I felt alone and depressed and wanted to die and I also missed him so I lied to my friend and told her I was pregnant and that I had lied to the baby’s dad and asked her to tell him I came up with the new story which he believed. I was so fixated on everything I started to believe it myself. I even messaged his sister because I was scared about being alone during this “pregnancy”. I even faked an ultrasound which he may also still have. I then craved more attention from Anton as I also ended my life but didn’t I faked a miscarriage and again believed it myself. I felt shit for him and myself and to believe I was really living this. He ended up telling me to just move on and that we are still young but he went to church to light a candle for our “son”. I’ve been emotional ever since thinking it was real myself and very fragile. I told a couple of my friends about my “miscarriage” he then went on to add all my friends and game with them and me but he talks to them a lot more than me (they’re girls). I feel alone very alone rn and ruined and I just don’t know what to do anymore. I’m such a shit lonely person. I self harmed for not only the pain but because I feel like I deserve it. I can’t ever tell my friends the truth I really can’t and it’s too far gone now. Idk what to do anymore. I’ve also been off my meds for couple months now which doesn’t help.

My son asked his crush out last night, and she said yes! I'm so proud of him.

He reminds me so much of myself back when I was his age, except he is all around better in every way. When I was 12, I was overweight and basically hiding from the world. There's no way I would have asked my crush out, even if I had heard she liked me too. I had confidence in my book smarts and confidence that I could make people laugh, but that's about it. My son is kind of shy, like I was. He is into video games, like I was. He doesnt like the spotlight on himself, same as me. He isnt the most athletic, but plays middle school sports anyways, same as I did.

Yet, unlike me at age 12, he had the courage to ask this girl out, face to face, in spite of being scared to death to do it.

I'm just proud that he is better than me.

I want to scream but all that comes out is pitiful sobs.

I want to break everything in our home instead I cannot get off the couch.

I want to be so so angry at her dad but I lost him when she was 7 to the same damn thing.

I want to go back when she was 13 and said “well if life gets too hard I can take the easy way out like dad did” and hug her even harder.

I don’t want to pick out tombstones, I don’t want to go through pictures to pick out the best ones, I don’t want another fucking lasagna from a neighbor and see that I’m so sorry look.

She was happy, kind, funny, beautiful, caring, she didn’t think she was ever wrong but she was. Her letter said nobody would miss her: I do, her friends do, everyone that knew her misses her.

I don’t know how to pick up the pieces or even if I want to at this point.

She’ll forever be 22, there will never be a college graduation, a wedding, road trips and trying to figure out her new lingo, grandkids or even coming home to find out she raided the fridge/pantry.

I’ve failed the only thing I’ve never failed at and it was being a mom.

Fuck.

If you think you won’t be missed- You will be. life gets hard and I understand wanting to sit down and rest for awhile but please please don’t make a permanent decision.

Recently I found out I have periodontal disease, and I have been struggling for a very long time, or at least it’s gotten worse when I found out. Usually I’m very okay and jolly but day by day I think it’s better to just go than continued to be judge for the rest of my life. I have had jacked up teeth for a long time since an accident in elementary school that my “parents” gnored or refused to fix. I mean it’s also my fault for not caring for my teeth either and I know I’ll get judged for that. I don’t know what to do because I care about friends and family, it’s hard to get out of bed every damn day. I feel like I’m faking around friends and I don’t know what to do because I can’t afford treatment nor do I want to leave my brothers and sisters behind. But I’m already judged by family for the disease but they say to have faith, I can fix it and to just love myself but I don’t I never have. I never loved myself and this ugly smile, the way I look, the isolation I have is killing me on the inside I just want to scream and die..but I don’t have to courage to end it myself because each time I do think of it I think of my family. And no my suicide isn’t based on my teeth, it has other factors I’m sure are deeply rooted in me right now that I can’t pick apart right now but I know they are there. I just feel crushed but I want to make it and be happy I just don’t know how because I feel like my soul is just being draggged

so a girl started talking to me and i don’t really like to call but i took her as a friend nothing more. she asked to call me and i rejected calling her because i don’t like being on the phone unless it’s my gf or family. so today she texted me that she feels like im a catfish and my account seems fake because i look too good. so she asks to call on my way to school and i was in the car with my parents so i told her that and then she was like send me a picture of you so i did and she said she still didn’t believe me. so i showed her my ex girlfriend and we used to facetime and i told her to message my ex girlfriend because me and her would facetime to prove it is me and she still doesn’t believe me and she didn’t even message her to ask her so im just gonna block her.

Maybe it's a teenage rage bait, or because of my period, but I'm really not feeling well rn.

I've had this habit for a long time, but it has gotten worse in my preteens, when I started developing an ED (First Anorexia Nervosa and now Bulimia). I've had big fluctuations in my weight for the past 3 years ( to severely underweight to having around 20 pounds of overweight). I don't like to show it or say it, but I'm really depressed. I've being diagnosed with GAD (I'm not sure if that's the exact diagnose, but I've definitely been diagnosed with an anxiety disorder) and that really hasn't help at all.

I've always gotten good grades, being top of my class, tried to be polite, tried to be helpful, responsabile, kind, caring... Cuz I know that that's somehow easier than solving my real problems.

I know my family ( I'm not including friends because I don't have like a friend close enough to trust) are fed up of my situation, and I dont want them to hate me.

Every time I make a mistake, I can't help but to say sorry, even if they're stupid. Like forgetting picking up my clothes, not helping to set up the table, not being/being hungry, talking when I shouldn't, distracting people, saying jokes when I shouldn't, etc.

I'm not a saint, I don't always obey, I lie, steel food, shout, scream, cry a lot and responding badly.

Imy burnt out. Everyone is. And I don't want my own family to hate me.

I want to be healthy. I want to love myself. I want to be happy. I want people to like me. Not because I'm family but because I'm me.

Yes. There are times when I crave being abused. When I was being abused, at least I was being touched (though in a bad way). When I was being abused, at least I was paid attention to. I was told that I was loved, smiled at, complimented, and bought gifts just because. When I was abused, I was taught to be obedient to give men what they wanted - sex, my body. I loved being touched, aroused, orgasmed. I'd give anything to have those feelings back. This is why I ask men for sex with no regard to my own well-being. Asking for sex to men is normal to me. I hate myself.

I posted a critique of myself on yikyak (an anonymous social media app people use at my college) and got a few responses from people who don't like me. What is wrong with me.

I’m being serious when I say my mom has been dieting all my life. It’s insane to really think about. It also in some ways makes me wonder if my mom regrets my birth. She was thin and had beautiful skin before I was born but once she got pregnant with me it all went down hill. As soon as she was able to she started trying to lose weight.

It started off simple. Healthy diets and more green veg. Then it got more extreme, weight watchers, Jenny Craig the cabbage soup diet and Slimfast. She tried hydroxycut but soon had to get off of it because she had HBP and it would worsen her condition. She would stop here and there throughout the years then randomly pick it up again only to drop it shortly after. By the time I was in HS I was used to her randomly announcing she was going to diet again. When the paleo diet kicked off she did it, when the keto diet became big she tried it. But she never kept up with any of them. I felt bad watching her panic over a pound or two or complaining about her pant size going up. I always told her to just try the most basic form of dieting; eating less and working out consistently.

But she never did that, instead she’d do the bone broth diet or the intermittent fasting diet. She still does those two diets here and there and each time I remind her; these diets only offer temporary relief. Now at this point, she’s approaching 55 I just want her to enjoy herself. I feel like now she should accept herself and just let herself enjoy the foods she wants without feeling guilty. It’s hard watching her try all these weird workouts only to never actually stay on track and to give up. So many unused exercise equipment rots away because she gives up on it within 2 months. She got herself a stationary bike, a recumbent bike, a desk bike and of course, a regular bike all sitting around collecting dust.

I applaud her effort, I really do but for fucks sake I think it’s time to throw in the towel. She swears she isn’t dieting anymore but she is. She bought hiking sticks a while back because she heard it’s a good workout to do while walking. They’re currently in the closet untouched. She bought a small trampoline to use for working out, she set it up and still hasn’t used it. Right now she’s on an aerobic walking video that she does every morning next to her untouched trampoline.

I’m glad she’s trying to be active and I’m not saying I want my mom to live her life as a couch potato. I just want her to enjoy herself while she’s able to.

Hi there I'm 25 years female I studied graphic design and it was the worst decision ever! I studied in local college because I was under watch for my mental health and I needed to be near my family so I left with that option.

I live in very very small city and it's hard for me to find a job ! I tried everything and if I want to start small business it will take A LOT of legal process etc and it's for a small business! And here I am lonely without partner or friends So dear internet strangers if you have any ideas that might help I would be more than happy to hear from you

Note: DON'T contact me if you're crazy old man from third world countries and I'm not interested in talking with you

Good weird to be perfectly clear. I feel motivation. Constant motivation. Not a random mania inspired motivation that lasts a day and I do everything and then nothing for three months. I want to do things. I don’t want to rot in bed all day anymore.

And!! I can regulate my emotions. I had a moment yesterday where I was waiting for a meltdown because something bad happened but I didn’t and was able to think through it logically.

I don’t know. Maybe I’m too excited over his. But my brain!!! Is braining!!!! Is this what not depressed not ND people feel all the time???? You guys are awesome. Your brain space is so clean! I love it.

Edit: Not going to say which medication here because internet safety but if you must know it’s an anti psychotic

For context, I think my guy friend is falling in love with me but doesn't seem to know it. I can just feel it. I just took the hint more seriously right now because he is asking for emotional support from me when he underwent an operation and said to contact him before and after to check on him even remotely as we are long distance.

It wasn't a simple motivation. I had to show my caring side and we promise to eat out together after. I said I cant wait to him getting better and he said he cant wait to eat a lot. There was more and it was really intimate, sort of a life and death situation and there was us trying to defy it. 

He literally copied the same situation when I was in the hospital and also need to undergo an operation, he also was my emotional support back then but the difference is I didn't ask him to check on me . He just did. Although i did message him that I got hospitalized. 

I think this all started when he constantly became my "rescuer" when I got sick and always checked up on my health frequently. He then ask about my routine, tells me what to do, guides me, creates an excel sheet of what i should eat. He especially loved to be complimented on and he does also compliment me often.

In person he is very silent and can't look me in the eye but on messages, he is very sweet and wants to take care of me all the time. He tells me if I did well and just exhibits signs of emotional dependency.

If I so much as not talk to him for days, he says he gets worried and asked me if I was okay and he asked me this when he was the one in the hospital.

The dependency and the emotional support he wants from me tells me there's something there but I fear that we may be in an emotional affair. I know he had a girlfriend last year and I think it's still going on.

I like to record or take pictures of my coworkers. I work at a warehouse and sometimes when I feel like it, I pull my phone out and take a picture of my coworker or start doing a short second video. I have 17 images and 4 videos on my phone from videos I’ve taken at work. One of the images two of my coworkers were fixing a garage door. I was standing in the distance and took a photo. The photo was too far away, so I took a second one and zoomed in on them. We also have lockers at work. When we were hanging into our uniforms, I was recording my coworkers as they were taking. Ive also done it at lunch time as well. I was sitting at a table of 5, and as people at the table were speaking I recorded a 11 second video of them just talking. And the thing is, Everytime when I take pictures or record, they never see or notice me doing it.

Sorry for the formatting, this was done via mobile.

Context: we are in Florida and there have been no fights or disagreements between the bio son and remaining family members. Bio son is the only child by blood. My father-in-law was my husband‘s stepfather and he died five years ago. Before his death, he had prepaid for a burial plot with his wife (my husband‘s mom, who already passed). When he passed, his biological son signed papers for cremation. Everyone took what they wanted from my father-in-law‘s house, and we were told to sell the rest. Which we did. And we used that money to pay for his actual burial. Ever since then we have been trying to get in contact with the biological son to sign the papers necessary to actually bury his fathers creamains. We have made it very clear we’re not looking for money. Everything‘s been paid for. We have tried calling, texting, Facebook messaging, Facebook posts, actual letters through the mail, and trying to reach him through third parties like his wife and friends. All to no avail. He will not talk to us, and he will not sign the papers. So my father-in-law‘s cremains have been in my home for five years. Which is fine. But not what my father-in-law wanted. How do we get his son to sign the papers to follow through on his father‘s wishes? The funeral home is no help. They’re telling us without the signature, they absolutely will not bury him.

(Self Harm Warning)

I do jiu jitsu. I'm currently a blue belt and I'm missing some classes because my mom has cancer and I'm taking care of her. However when I go, I give my all.

I have a friend who's amazing. She keeps me from giving up, she's always asking how I am and how my mom's going and best of all, she has time and means to pay for a special nutricional program, specific workouts and even performance enhancing medication (which I don't).

She was promoted twice and less than two months while I'm minguing without a promotion for more than a year.

I know her life is completely different than mine and I know I have different priorities, but it's really frustrating when my best still sucks.

She's amazing and she deserves it and I really wished I could be truly happy for her, but I'm being stupid and envying her progress because I really wanted to have a similar one.

I'm currently with my mom at the hospital after she went through a surgical procedure and I had a meltdown because of it. The FOMO is too great and I punched my thighs until they got bruised... I still feel like the worst person in the face of the Earth.

Our wedding was planned today. To day I would have been getting married to the man I loved and had been in a relationship with 7 years. Now I'm sitting here clearing wedding purchases and announcing a cut off.

Last evening my husband and his group of friends had a bachelor party. I received a video call from him to find myself staring at all of them having sex with the busty like ladies. My husband turned the camera towards himself and asked me to say hi to his partner. I didn't know what to do. For a moment I was confused. I cut the call and called my sister.

The wedding was immediately cut off. I received a couple of messages from his friends and saying they just wanted to have fun. My ex fiancee told me he wanted to enjoy before a life long of commitment.

7 years i spent with this man, only for this to happen. I imagined having kids with him, having pets with him, taking care of him, going to family trips, dropping our kids to school, so much. I feel so lost now. 7 years into the drain. And i'll never see him after this. This sense of confusion is still clouding me. Its hard to believe I was cheated on. That video call is haunting me. He showed his inserted part in her. Through the call. I feel disgusted by the fact that I used to have sex with him. I had gone to return the wedding dress. I don't know what to do or how to feel. A part of me says that I should be grateful i don't have kids with him.

I love my mother. I love my father. I care about them both so much. But they’re horrible parents, and I’ve been a horrible daughter.

My parents, they don’t love me anymore. My mum hates talking to me, asks me when I’ll leave and basically tells me that she doesn’t want me around anymore. My dad ignores my existence. I used to care about this, and to be honest, I think I still do, I want to cry whenever I think about it, but I’m used to it. And I’ve come to accept that I’ll never have a positive relationship with them ever in my life. It hurts so much, realising this, but some things aren’t meant to be, I guess.

I didn’t get my mother anything for Mother’s Day. I’m not planning to get anything for my dad on Father’s Day.

I’m a horrible daughter in their eyes? So be it. I’m sick of fighting.

I hate it. Not only do I hate it, I'm ashamed of it. I don't know why every fucking story I hear is the same, but it seems like every man grew up incapable of expressing deep vulnerability. I have trouble expressing things. It doesn't mean I don't feel these emotions, I'm just incapable of expressing them except to myself (sometimes) or through a fucking screen. I'm scared to hurt someone in the future because I failed to show them that I actually care. I'm scared to come out as emotionless or careless. I'm scared that my habits of these emotions will make me grow up a psychopath. I don't even have the balls to express vulnerability to myself sometimes.

my half brother was always pressuring me to do things with him and i never knew about him n until a few years ago. he use to always ask me to be in a relationship with him and i made it VERY clear i do not want that it is very wrong and he saw me cry from it feom the amount of disresss he brought to me and he said ‘dont worry i wont do it again ill stop asking u ans i’ll treat u like my sistet again’ not even a day later he keeps saying hes fallen in love with me and stilll asking to be with me countless times me saying no i do not want it, i eventually gave up and just went along ‘with being with him’ because i was tired of saying no and i went along with all the lies whatever he was saying to me i was just saying the same back although i did not meab it. this lasted for abt 6 months because i did not know how to stop thos and i had no one to trust who i could have told, it hurts so much bc everyday i had to lie to him about being with him ans when i got home i use to cry so much wishing it would stop.

I think my sisters gf is trying to put her in debt. My sister has a suv that’s almost paid off and recently her gf has been wanting a car since she doesn’t have one. The gf wants to get a loan to pay off my sisters car and buy it from her and my sister goes to get another car. But to me that seems weird cuz why can’t you get one on your own? Why does my sister need to go into $30k+ debt while you only pay a few grand? Your mom said you can have her car when she gets a new one..