Just looking for a decent conversation.

Since some years ago, I've started to rely on ChatGPT/Gemini/etc to help me when I'm feeling bad. Everytime I wanted to cry, I inmediately went there

I mostly did this because, well, my house was never supportive, not when you got these kind of feelings

So when I was young, I would tell everything to my friends around me, and I had a lot of micro fights and things happening day by day

One day I was with one of my closest friend, which did listen to a lot of the problems I had at the time

At that time, I was feeling down, not to bad, I didn't want to cry or something, I just wanted to chat with him, so I went to his chat to exactly do that

But as soon as I said "hey, I'm not very good rn..." he stopped me.

He told me he had enough and that he would not answer to any of my messages ever again if they're related to my sadness

I then started to cry, I apologized and tried to take it back, but it was too late.

After that I close my feelings and hardly ever told it to someone, until the AI came

It treated me nice, didn't judge me and I actually couldn't make it uncomfortable with my feelings, so I went and started talking my things there

Later I tried to talk to people about my stuff, but either I (again) dropped a lot and in inconvenient moments so the talks felt bad, or the people just wasn't able to comfort me (which it's ok)

So now I'm here, scared of talking to anyone my feelings, because... what if they aare having a good time with their relatives? what if they're having a bad time too? what if I rely too much on that person again and I start screwing up our friendship again?

But I still don't want to rely on the freaking AI. I want to be hugged, I want to be seen, I want to be able to feel bad and not having to rely on myself on everything I do

I only write this because I know I'm not gonna be able to write personally to any of you again, so I'm not gonna bother in your personal lives

Thank you for reading, stranger.

I 18F am in a bad place. Recently gone trougth an OD and my best (only) friend is pulling away. i was bullied as a kid and became really closed off. I didn’t fit in in elementary school, not in highschool either. Only had a few popular guys as my friends who probably only talked to me cause of my looks. I like my looks, modeled once and its the only thing I have. Switched schools last year and my new class hates me too, my “friends” call me crazy behind my back. Other girls laugh at me behind my back. Parents are unsupportive and distant. Had zero good school memories and I can’t leave this place. Im truly on my own and if my best friend leaves I’ll go back to being completly alone. I relapsed on SH today. I need someone who listens, helps me see clearly and gives advice.

My parents did so much for me that they believe I deserve everything in the world , and I disagree. I'm nobody special, just a guy who's trying his best to do the right thing.

I've been called so many things as a kid freak, retarded, loser etc and I wonder why am I so hated by everyone around me I'm a guy and people believe I can take it but that pain is still there sometimes I get so angry and full of rage that I wanna just burst out and hurt them like how they hurt me putting fear into them yet there's always this hesitation all because I don't wanna be like that.

I've been hurt to the point where I still can't believe it this girl who I knew for three years we always called almost everyday tell each other everything always laughed than things went down hill she became more distant only using me only for emotional support whenever I wanted to open up it just gets ignored it was always about her never wanted to listen to what I was going through eventually she blocked me I was a mess having panic attacks to the point where I had trouble breathing.

Especially in college I was so stressed out about what this girl did to me I wasn't in the right head space this happened to me 4 times getting my feelings played with by women like I'm treated as a toy used for sex only never once considered the pain I was in even telling them what happened to me it didn't matter still got hurt my anxiety through the roof.

I've held back so many tears because I don't wanna feel this pain that I wish it didn't hurt so bad even one professor tried to make me feel like I was a nobody honestly I left the classroom and started crying omg I was so scared and shaking.

I'm just so tired of being peoples punching bag and always being hurt whenever I get close to someone I'm not perfect but still can't catch a break I'm 23 now my birthday is almost here the truth is I'm so alone.

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?

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It doesn't matter if it is something trivial or heavy, whether you wanna share your favorite song or tell about what's been bothering you, I'm here. You can reach out!

Broke no contact and I hate myself and I feel so confused
I’m overwhelmed and full of guilt. I don’t know if I’ll ever forgive myself. Part of me doesn’t think I deserve to. I hurt my ex, and I fear the pain I caused them might be permanent.
I’m 28 years old. My mom passed away when I was 12, just 2.5 months after being diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. My dad is an abusive alcoholic. I left my dad’s home when I was 15 and moved in with a family friend, but I was kicked out at 17 and ended up in foster care. I have two older full biological sisters. One of them is currently in recovery from alcohol and cocaine addiction.
My ex and I have been together for 8 years, but our relationship has had a lot of pain and instability. We’ve broken up a few times, all of which happened when we were in our early 20s, pre-COVID. One of those times, I ended things over text because I was having a bad mental health day. Instead of being there for me, they ditched me to go hang out with my best friend. It felt like they chose her over me in one of my darkest moments, and that broke something in me.
Another breakup happened because they believed that same best friend (I’m not friends with this person anymore. I stopped being friends with her after I confronted her about admitting her feelings to him) was going to confess feelings for them, and she did. They told her they felt the same, although later they claimed they had lied. They used to hang out alone often, which always made me uneasy. The situation left me feeling betrayed, replaced, and emotionally unsafe. After the first time I broke up with them, they returned one of my most cherished belongings, my favorite CD, but it was broken. It felt like a symbol of everything that had been damaged between us.
About 3 years ago, I emotionally cheated on them with a coworker who was 18 at the time. I was 24. I had known this coworker since he was 15 (a few weeks before he turned 16), and I had just turned 22. It lasted for quite a few months. I was drinking and smoking weed a lot and completely overwhelmed. I was trauma-dumping on coworkers, many of them younger, because my ADHD and PTSD make it hard for me to slow down or think things through when I’m emotionally triggered.
At the same time, my middle sister was relying on me during her recovery. I had just cut off my childhood best friend because she started using meth, and I couldn’t keep watching her drown herself. I was stretched thin and coping in all the wrong ways.
One of the hardest things to process happened while we were still together, either during the period of the cheating or right before it began. One night, I woke up to find my ex inside me. I hadn’t been awake or aware beforehand. They also came in my mouth while I was asleep. When I talked to them about it, they said they thought I was awake because I had stroked their penis in my sleep and that’s what woke them up. But I didn’t consent. I was unconscious. That is something I’ve carried silently, unsure of how to make sense of it. I only know that it left me feeling violated, shaken, and confused.
My PTSD makes conflict incredibly difficult. When my ex gets angry, I freeze. I asked them once why they get so mad, and they told me it is to test whether I will stand up for myself. This testing happened a few months before the cheating started. That shattered me. It made me feel like they wanted to break me down to see if I could survive it.
Sometimes when they’re frustrated with me, they drive fast and recklessly. I’ve told them to stop, and sometimes they do, but other times they won’t. This behavior has been happening since we first started dating. I’ve been in the passenger seat, sobbing, terrified, begging them to slow down. In those moments, I don’t feel safe. I feel powerless. I feel like my life is being used as leverage to express their anger.
They know about the emotional cheating. I confessed everything, including the connection and the sexting. They forgave me. But I’ve never really forgiven myself. I still carry the guilt. I still miss the person I sexted, even though I know I shouldn’t.
At the time, we were also living in a hoarder house with their aunt for nearly 6 years. It was overwhelming, cluttered, and emotionally suffocating. We finally moved out at the end of May 2025. That helped, but it didn’t erase the emotional toll that time took on me.
I no longer work at the job where the cheating happened. I’m now at a higher-paying job where I’m one of the youngest on the team. But emotionally, I feel stuck. I still feel like I’m 16 or 17 inside, not 27. I hate that about myself.
I feel like I’m constantly trying to hold everything together, but I’m drowning in guilt, shame, confusion, and grief. I don’t want to make excuses. I know what I did was wrong. But I also don’t know how to keep living with everything that’s happened to me, around me, and because of me.
Also, when my middle sister was crying to me after her breakup about how my other sister (my oldest sister) and I have great relationships, my ex was like, “Well they don’t know about your little crush,” but the way they said it was so angry. My sister is in active addiction again, and it’s been hard. They kind of lashed out at me and said that all addicts are a waste of space and that they have no sympathy for anyone anymore.
My ex and I had a discussion in October again about the sex stuff, and they took accountability. But it brought up their anger a bit, and they said I’m on par with them in terms of how much I’ve hurt them compared to how they’ve hurt me, that I’m just as bad, and that I’ve mentally fucked them up.
I’m happy my ex drove my middle sister to rehab with me on the 27th, but I didn’t tell her that he was pissy on Boxing Day when he drove north to where she is. My oldest sister and her husband live two hours away from us. Because of the whole situation, he drove fast heading south while my sisters were both calling back-to-back. My middle sister was mad at my oldest sister for going back on the plan for her to stay at their house, and my oldest sister was super upset and felt really bad.
I told him to stop and he didn’t. Then I started yelling, saying I would get out of the car. He finally stopped at a carwash and said he doesn’t drive like that because he’s mad, but to relieve stress. He said he needs to acknowledge that it triggers me. Then, on December 27th, he did the same thing on the way home to the ferry. He drove extremely fast. I told him to slow down and stop. Later, he told me that someone cut us off and that’s why he did it.
I don’t mean to stress anyone out by saying this, but I am a little upset with him. I have been so salty towards my ex. A few days after the 27th he asked why I wouldn’t hug or kiss him, and I told him it’s because I’m mad. When he asked why, I asked what he thought, and he said it was because of the bad driving. I said yes, and that it’s not okay. I told him again that I will never get in a car with him driving ever again, or at least for the foreseeable future. I’m pissed he’s just brushing it off. He said he knows it could come back to bite him because he could kill us or get us hurt. I also said (sorry to be brutal) what if I died and he survived, how would he feel? He just left after that and went grocery shopping without even telling me where he was going.
We broke up on February 11. I moved out on April 1st and feel somewhat free. It was really hard, as I knew his mom had scar tissue on both her kidneys and was in the hospital for a month from mid-September to mid-October. She lives with her sister (the aunt) in that hoarder house because she has a gambling problem and is very bad with her money. The day after his mom called him, she didn’t know yet that we had broken up but told him that she is going on dialysis. He tried to beg me after that and said she could die on her first try with dialysis if her heart can’t handle it. I know what I did was horrible and abusive, as I consider cheating abuse in most cases. Sorry, I know I’m not the perfect victim and the age gap is bad, or maybe I’m the problem.
I just feel so fucked from it all. I feel so much rage. He tried to use the excuse that his first love (the ex before me) abused him, almost hit him with a hammer, and cheated on him multiple times.
He came home tipsy and started going off at me because I said earlier in the day that I will pay him for the bed frame, as I have decided to keep the MacBook (that I paid for like 5 years ago) and would like my damage deposit back as soon as possible, within 15 days of me moving out. Then he asked if he could have an extension. I said I’d think about it. He said I basically dropped a bomb on him financially because he needs the laptop for his e-learning at work, and that I dropped a bomb on him when I broke up with him and deleted all the photos of us. He also said seeing my posts was too bad for his mental health. I said, “Well you put my life in danger multiple times and raped me,” and he said, “Well you have made some really bad mistakes yourself.” I said, “Yeah?” and he said cheating is really bad. I asked if he was really comparing cheating to rape and putting my life at risk. He said no. I said I could put him in jail. He said, “Do it.” I also said I’m going to stand up for myself, and he said, “Yeah, I am going to stand up for myself too.” I said I’m not taking his shit anymore. He also said I never told him about my previous sexual assault with the family friend’s son (the place I got kicked out of). Basically, their son had just turned 15 and I was 15. I came home one night and him and his friends got me drunk. As I was drinking, they said I should have sex with him. I was like “haha very funny,” and then we all smoked weed, but I was pretty hammered and wasn’t totally aware. I was sucking his dick, then I told him to grab a condom. He didn’t think and put it inside me. It’s kinda fuzzy. Then I rolled over to go to sleep and woke up next to him and asked what happened. He said we fucked. I blamed myself for this one because we had some other stuff before, just not full-on sex. And my ex said, “Well what I did wasn’t as bad as him.”
Please don’t judge the guy I cheated with. I added him back on Snapchat and it’s been good. He’s now 21 (almost 22). He’s proud of me. Sorry, I know I’m bad.
End of May we met up because I saw he was following the ex-friend on Spotify and I lost it on him (I know that wasn’t great) and called him a rapist, abuser, and liar. He insisted on meeting in public but he came to my new place. We talked very calmly and he said he thought I was awake because I stroked his penis and I was moaning. I feel so angry and confused inside about whether this is sexual assault.
I slept with him quite a few times again, and sometime a month or so ago I told him I didn’t want to and that I’m just horny. Then, about an hour or so later, he rubbed my clit and told me he was going to fuck me. Before he had sex with me, he was pinching my nipples. I tried to move his hands multiple times and he told me to stop. He knows I’m into CNC but we didn’t establish that we were doing CNC this time around and this day. Then he told me he was going to fuck me. I didn’t say yes or no, but we were kissing and stuff and I just let him have sex with me and moaned. I dissociated while he had sex with me. I tried to tell my sister (who I live with) what happened last month with the nipples. Before I could even finish, she interrupted me and said, “Well you hooked up with him and put yourself in that situation.” My ex and I are still hanging out and sleeping together. We have made it clear this doesn’t mean we are getting back together and he told me he is on dating apps… so I went back on dating apps but it’s been hard to talk to anyone…
We had been hanging out so much lately and I’ve been lying to everyone except for the sister that I live with that. I don’t know. I’m embarrassed and ashamed and I feel confused and I feel like I’m in a trauma bond.But my ex was telling me the last week that we hung out in September (I cut it off in Sept) he’s now praying to God more as he is religious and that he’s letting go of his anger. He’s talking to his dad a little bit here and there cause him and his dad have had a very bad relationship and he’s letting go of it like what his dad did to him and his mom and stuff like that And he told me that he thought that we had been OK to do CNC again because we established the SafeWord But when we did it a few days prior, he only was just covering my mouth and me going stop. No I don’t want this like in a cute little voice and him saying yes I know you want this even though you say you don’t you want this? Also forgot to mention on Canada Day we hung out and we went to go see his mom as his mom really wasn’t doing well and they thought that she might have some sort of infection. I can’t remember oh yeah, right it was pneumonia that they thought she had and with her being on dialysis that’s not good. Pneumonia is more deadly and so he was scared she was gonna die and obviously I wanted to go see her and then we went to see her and then the doctor came with like her chest x-ray results and my ex wanted to leave so we left and I was like oh I thought you maybe like wanna stay a bit longer and like hear the doctors results and he was like no I was just time to go and I was like OK like did you leave because the doctor came and he was like no it was just time to Go and then we were like hanging out and driving and then he took me out for bubble tea and then he parked downtown and I was like oh why are we parking downtown and he’s like we’re gonna watch the fireworks and I was like OK I don’t really wanna watch them and she kind of got pissy and he was like oh OK and then he pulled out of the parking spot cutting someone off that was like driving and then he was speeding and just being reckless and just very scary driving and I was upset and then he asked me why I was upset and why I’ve gone mute and I said I don’t really wanna talk about it to stop my place and then he asked me and then I told them and then he said something that was rude. All right he said oh here we go same problems again and I was like what what and then yeah I just kind of explained to him that I just didn’t want to watch the fireworks downtown like I’d rather watch something elsewhere and yeah, just kind of bad.

I added that guy I cheated with again about a few days before we broke up in February when I was drunk and was snapping him crying and sexted him :(. I know bad. he moved away a few months ago and he was in town and kept trying to hang out and asked me but kept making excuses and also he would just send me blank snaps when I vent about something and that’s all he would send me is blank snaps back sometimes he would say little things like oh I’m sorry. Hes definitely an avoidant and I know why he’s that way he had a severe trauma. I’m just mad at myself for thinking that maybe he’d wanna hang out and hook up and then he genuinely cared about me. :( I really wanna find someone to love me, but I’m at a point where I don’t think anyone who is a good person will love me because of what I’ve done. I’m at minimal contact with my ex by the way, but it’s been hard.

I’m hooking up with a guy I met on tinder right now and he’s really nice. But I just feel like a creep and groomer and that no one will love me and I just deserve to be used and degraded. I’m very hypersexual as it calms me down and as I feel like I deserve to be seen only as an object.

Basically the title. Looking for someone to talk to and get to know, if you want to vent about something I can lend a ear as well

I can call asap or we can text for a little bit too I don’t mind. Super laid back message me!

Sorry for not sharing my information.

I prefer this way.

The thing i need help with is about myself.

I'm good at english still I'm sure u can understand me.

I'm an orphan. Raised in orphanage.

I studied until+2 . After that i studied civil. But dropped out because of my caretaker of my childhood passed away. I can't take that at that time. So i dropped of college. After that I started working. Which ever job is. Currently working in a.......(Secret) The thing is I'm not making any money just to barely get by. I'm fine with it. Atleast I'm alive. I don't have many friends. Definitely not have any best friend. As for my hobbies i play games and read and listen story's. Oh i watch porn. I know it is weird to have that kind of hobby. Is it even a hobby? I watch every type of shit. I want to stop. But i can't. Because that how I'm holding on. Not just porn, i also smoke cigarettes and weeds. As for love ? I have no luck in it. I liked one girl at my final years of study. But she doesn't like me at all. After that i can't think of another girl in my heart. Even now i can't forget her. That how much i loved her. The only person I loved much as i loved my caretaker. Anyway another thing is from my childhood i never liked my life. Even from my childhood my mind somewhat think differently from age. I even tried to suicide. Multiple times. After my only family member died it only growing stronger. Still somehow i survived. In fact I'm a coward of pain. Probably that's how i survived. Now I'm alone and i don't even know what to do now.

I want to end this once for all. But i don't have the courage. I want to ask you guys. What should I do? How long should live like this.

Any advice?

you can see my other posts for all the details, but im really struggling being solo in a new city. its only two more days until I go to a different city to hang out with friends and adventure with them, but ive been here for 2 days already AND I realized I forgot 2 of my medications, that now I have to navigate the scottish health system for and hope I figure it out before I leave glasgow bc my friends live in a different city

I’m willing to be a listening ear for anyone who wants someone to hear them. I’m kinda socially awkward, so I can’t promise I’ll have the exact right thing to say in response, BUT I will read anything you write to me, and I can offer advice if you want, or just let you know that I hear you.

I’ve seen and lived through all kinds of things, have friends of all ages and walks of life. I don’t judge negatively (except myself, haha). I’m INFP type, so I was basically born to be a good listener & actually genuinely care.

I also will especially encourage anyone who has something that they’ve been holding on to for a long time and haven’t been able to tell anyone else… Tell me anything and I’ll help you let it out & let it go.

TW: Suicide, Self Harm, Relationship advice, Mental Health

**Warning**:

# Suicide Related stuff, Relationship Advice also applies but I don't know how to add more flairs to this I'm new first time posting

I'm new at this I'm not sure what the things i should mention before I get started into saying what I want... but before I get into it , this will probably include the topic of self harm/suicide and lots of sad stuff, idk how to categorise it I'm sorry but I need someone anyone to help.

Okay so basics first i guess, I'm 19 M , I have like 2 friends but they went to a different college without telling me so I'm alone, i hate studying/school/college my attendance is like 13% in college right now, all my life I've been lonely and I had accepted it fully, it wasn't a problem.

Then I met a girl (17 F) and we both fell in love almost instantly it only took about a week or so before we knew we loved each other, everything we did was so similar, all our tastes and interests and that our friends didn't like the things we did so we bonded over that, we stayed in calls for 70+ hours almost all the time, we were always in calls no matter what, even if we disconnected in nights we'd call again,doing everything together, playing games, studying, talking, going on walks, watching movies and series, just listening to songs on spotify (we had literally 90+% same taste in every single thing we did, a perfect match) , doing random shit, the one problem was distance she's 2000km away from me and i don't have that kind of money to travel and we still tried, both of us were in a very dark spot , nothing to look forward to , no goals, no aspirations, she'd even harmed herself many times in the past to feel something, i didn't harm myself but I always thought of ending it, it would be so much easier, but now that I am in love with her i thought even in this cruel world maybe I found my one and only and I will only love her until i die, we were going good but now about a month in, her depression and anxieties we're still here, lingering, I always helped her calm down, whenever she had a panic attack or wanted to end it all we'd stay up all night just talking so she wouldn't do it , she'd also be there for whenever I felt low she'd help me up and vice versa, I'd listen to her and do everything I can to help her, she already had a therapist and psychiatrist, but they weren't much help, she wasn't being fully open with them. We studied together I helped her with studies and she made sure I studied too, her parents are very strict she's in integrated school also tryna match her big brother's image of a top ranking student all over country which is a big burden and she feels she needs to do the same, we studied everyday but there were times she needed to take breaks due to her mental health, and we just talked, her dad always made her feel sad, saying she always made excuses, calling her emotional needs a "manufactured excuse" to avoid studies, and that he gave up on her, I did what I could making sure i don't make any assumptions about her father ofcourse he's a good man but he's too strict, anyways, i helped her study but she still couldn't get top marks because obviously we had just started improving, and it would take time but she was pretty anxious that she didn't have time because of finals and other competitive exams as she couldn't even get great marks in school yet, it was rough, but we got through it slowly, improving bit by bit her therapy slowly helping too.

But yesterday something happened, she was on the very edge of her self restraint and just wanted to end it all and harm herself, we stayed on call for all night as i talked to her and she cried and i did my best to calm her down and made her sleep, then she woke up Tomorrow and didn't want to go to school because she had a maths exam and she didn't study for it, she blamed herself for wasting time and play games and not studying, even though I saw everything, she was putting in efforts and she was just scared, she was totally convinced her mother and father would force her to do she wanted to do something so maybe they'd let her stay or just lock the room, i convinced her slowly to go and talk to them and to atleast try, she did and her parents weren't angry at all, they were very gentle and let her stay in, she slept a long while and woke up this afternoon, after talking to her parents they now wanted to make her routine themselves as they didn't trust her to get things done, they want her to study at specific times and only leaving small time for online activities, and that's where everything went downhill, we had a long talk she is convinced she isn't ready for a relationship and doesn't trust herself she thinks it's too early for it and is trying to make sure she doesn't push me away like she pushed everyone away from her life, and wants to keep me but at the same time I think she needs space? She is still okay with me sometimes slipping up and calling her endearing words like babe or just saying i love you because we always did before ending conversations.

I made sure to tell her I'm here and I'll always love her , forever,no matter what and I'll wait as long as it'll take (no pressure) and even if it doesn't I'll be there for her, soon a few hours later we talked again and she just said she thinks she just needs me to be a friend for now someone she can talk to so I agreed but it fucking hurts so much, she also won't be able to call/talk everyday from now and it sucks so much i can't do anything anymore, it reminds me of her, i just stare at her name and the call button wanting to press it but I have to respect her need for space, she was the only one i could talk to , i could feel safe with, someone who made me feel loved, to be honest in some parts I am pretty sure she's the only reason I've not done anything bad to myself yet, what do I do? I can't think of a life without her and maybe she'll be fine after the final exams in April 2027 but what if she just forgets me?

I would appreciate any advice on what to do from here I'm totally lost, im losing balance in everything, my college isn't going well, I'm low on attendance i will mostly likely be unable to give the final exams and fail, my parents will be disappointed because just like her brother my brother is also one of the best students and he is good at studies and i hate it, and I was so lonely and finally i found someone i could be with and imagine my life with and now that's also falling apart. Please help.

I literally don't see any point anymore, now that things are different, she says she still loves me but it hurts for her to say it, i deserve better and everything, i made sure to tell her I only want her and we left the conversation at a point after accepting we both feel the same, she still needs time so I'll be her friend for now.

I don't feel like doing anything, i don't want to sleep i don't want to play i don't want to eat i don't want to study i don't want to Move from my bed but i don't want to stay either....

Everything I did was for her and that we could be happy...

She's the only reason I ever did anything...i don't want to be here anymore....

Please help...i can't.. anymore.. please

Hey everyone, I’ve been feeling psychologically overwhelmed lately, and honestly, I don’t know how to deal with everything on my own.

I’m not looking for solutions or judgment. I just need someone to talk to, someone who’s willing to listen.

If anyone is open to having a genuine conversation, I’d really appreciate it. Thank you. ❤️

lately i made a gratitude notebook,we all may felt down but if u read this try think about what u grateful about to feel a lil better ,or u can share something that made u happy lately

my boyfriend has been struggling with depression ocd and adhd for his whole life. he mostly copes with them by either drugs psychiatric help xanax ssris etc. but he was feeling very crashed out for week and keeps getting worse by the hour now. he took too many xanx but can not calm down and asking what does people do when they are in this situation. he is thinking he will not be get taken seriously in public servis right now and that makes him mad since the public service hasnt been taken him serous for over a year. he needs an urgent assistance to get through this night and then after thinking something’s clearly, rule out his life. i cannot do anything rn i tried everything got him outside keep him safe listen etc but he ismt even crying or attempting just wants help please contact urgent if you have any idea of how to get through even just the night. i could find a therapist orr take him to private serbice if could afford but we dont even have any hotline crises service please im begging anyone

Willing to hear about anything you need to vent about. I can give advice if you want or just be a safe space and blank wall for you to throw walls of text at. Whatever you need im flexible!

I have autism, and at this point, I can’t tell if I had it easy in life or if I had it just as hard as others on the spectrum.

When I was in elementary school, the teachers didn’t know how to handle me. It was meltdowns every other day, and all they would do was yell at me, berate me, and punish me. It got to the point where, after the first semester of 6th grade, they sent me to another school that could take care of me.

(Keep in mind, 99% of my meltdowns are angry. It’s very rare that I have a regular meltdown.)

After that transfer, things did get better, until my case manager, who was the first non-family person in my life who didn’t make me feel worthless, died when I was in the middle of 7th grade.

After she died, not only did the teachers not know how to handle me again, but I would also get bullied by classmates. My bullies would make me have meltdowns on purpose because they thought it was funny, and the teachers would just tell me off for not ignoring it.

High school got slightly better, but that’s not saying much. Whenever I felt a meltdown starting, and I wanted to be left alone, the teachers refused, saying stuff like “that’s not how the world works” and “you can’t always get what you want”.

It was so bad that I actually started skipping school because I just didn’t want to go somewhere where I felt like a demon.

When I was in 11th grade, one of my meltdowns got so bad that they kicked me out of school, even though they wouldn’t let me be in the sensory room because a teacher was working in there.

And where are my parents in all of this? I didn’t have the courage to tell them what was going on in elementary and middle school.

My parents have always loved me and want the best for me, but they don’t feel like they want to understand me better.

Whenever I have a meltdown in public, my mom will start looking around at others and will threateningly tell me to stop. She’s afraid someone’s not gonna understand I have autism, and will call the police on me, or worse. I’ve tried to explain to her how it makes me feel when she does that, but she doesn’t feel like she understands despite her saying so.

And whenever my dad talks serious with me after a meltdown, I want to be left alone because I’m afraid if I engage with the conversation, he’s gonna start yelling at me. I don’t want to try and explain to him how I feel, not only because I’m afraid it’s gonna be the same as my mom, but also because I don’t want to hurt his feelings.

After I have a meltdown, I feel like a horrible person, and I start beating myself up over it. My parents only make me feel worse by only saying that I shouldn’t feel like that and that it hurts their feelings whenever I feel like that.

TL;DR: Horrible school life, and my parents are loving but don’t understand me.

I’ve been getting therapy, but the scheduling isn’t enough for me to actually feel better about myself.

I’m just tired of feeling like a burden to everyone else. I’m tired of feeling like I’m from another planet. I can’t do anything right, I always do everything wrong.

Hello, I'm new here and I don't have any friends to open up with. I have a beautiful daughter and beautiful wife. I'm kinda messed up thinking that I can't give everything and make sure that they live a life that they should have not the life that I've been through. I don't know what to do rn. My mind is having a mix signals on maybe being gone is good for them.

I've always felt like I've had to live my life dodging emotional daggers. People trying to guilt hurt me or torture me into doing stuff for them or behaving a certain way. People who are manipulators and don't really care about me. However, for whatever reason, like for example having to make money, I have to work with them to some capacities. Over time I think it's become internalized so I actually thought I actually sometimes throw these emotional daggers towards others even without realizing it. Like if I want an Uber to be on time and I send a text and it's like when are you going to arrive? I feel like I'm also transmitting my sense of subtle threat in a way to try and control them. Obviously I don't want to do this but it seems to be glued to the act of simply sending the message. I don't know what I'm saying right now. I'm also having for the realization. Nobody really loves saying this world. Yes, I know that people care, in an abstract way. And I know that people are decent. But when it comes to someone truly loving and caring about me, that's not happened or It's likely to happen soon.