Anonymous Venting for Mental Health and Emotional Support

Now conspiracy’s are conspiracy’s facts are facts we all know evil exists denying the fact so many children just children forget the religions are being burned alive killed these are godless acts from godless people if that’s what u want to call them. They’re not from a particular god fearing religion but a godless congregation of evil ppl using segregation of race religion and their powers being these ppl being able to influence the thoughts of so many is scary in itself how mindless as a whole ppl are.to know regardless of this reptilian agendas and aliens and emerald tablets and nephlim giants wich is in the bible as well as other religious books it’s just astonishing to know how closed minded to common sense ppl have become they unite ppl when they feel it will bring numbers segregate when it gives a prosperous resolution for “them” to do so to at this point blame the government the religious leaders the aliens but their is a a common numeral to this and it is 80% of the population doesn’t think for themselves when 100% know what’s good and what’s bad and trust me won’t be quiet to preach to one another about it. Ppl need to wake up genocide happend according to American history to Jews?… well some don’t believe it’s true well now who does who doesn’t matter but truth is genocide is happening again and their is nothing making it right now to do it it was wrong then this is hypocrisy at the highest peak. Like I don’t kill dogs but I’ll kill brown dogs. I’m that makes sense cuz brown dogs aren’t worth it like this is straight mind fucked lunacy. Evil has completely taken over and if judgement day doesn’t come because of the wrong no matter how anyone try’s to turn it around they allowed it. If end days come it will come for this god will come for this and I’m scared but I know how much pain is there and times it by a200million suffering past present continuous because I know what’s happened to Jesus the prophets the messengers call them as you please was wrong time and time again chances were given but as a whole of humanity I am so disgusted in us only god can save us and have mercy on our souls because we haven’t left anything to show for the life the love the good he constantly gave us only sat complained because of this and that all I care is I’m standing on the right side of this I don’t care what happens to me at this point this is beyond return and I don’t need a fortune teller to tell me the end is near the end could have been near had we been strong god would be coming down for a much better reason than judgement everyone that keeps sticking their foreheads in the news commenting on their YouTube’s watching videos. Shut up and send a prayer for a change of heart in man’s soul to stop the evil from seeping through everyone’s heart for the defeat of this evil and the ppl and things that caused them ask for forgiveness. I just can’t tell you I don’t even use my phone anymore or watch the news there’s barely anything left good I just want to keep my loved ones and live with them as happily and let them know how much I love them and they mean to me every day till the end and if I can ever come across a way to curing this hell brought upon our lives I will stop at nothing … and as I typed this the answer came to me … I hope the answer comes to you after reading this exactly what it is we have to do.

Im a homeschooled 14yo girl and where i live homeschoolers have to have yearly testing, so my mom and younger brother all went and after testing both me and my brother did good but i had done better saying i went up 4 grades in 2 things from the year prior and both things my mom had not worked on with at all and everything else i also went up in. My brother went up a max of 2 grades basically on everything which was still good but kinda normal. I was super excited and proud of my good grades that i got on the test and was super excited to get praise for it (i dont get very good grades usually so i feel like a dumbass but knowing i did good i finally felt smart for once.) So we go in the car to go home and my brother just keeps talking about how proud of his decent grade he was and my mom was praising and saying how good he did. She said none of which to me. Not even a "good job" so while they were talking about how on spelling they havent worked on at all this year yet he still did good i said "oh yeah didnt i go up 4 grades in spelling? And creative writting?" (Both we havent worked on at all this year.) She said "yeah you did. It was probably from the German weve been doing." The only reason i had said that was to get her attention and for her to say "you did a good job" or some shit but i got jack shit while my brother got non stop praise. For once i was proud of my grade and she didnt say shit. Sorry if im being drammatic but this mixed with them fucking neglecting me cause my other siblings have problems pissed me off beyond belief. Again i probably sound like a baby complaining about this im sorry but its been pissing ,e off and i have no one to vent to also sorry its so long.

it's been really tough trying to figure out the right words to comfort my best friend when she's having a panic attack and the hardest part is that we're so far away from each other, sometimes I feel like I'm failing at being a good friend because I don't know if my messages actually help, and it's not like there's a universal script for this, you know? I always wonder whether I'm saying the right things, like, is there even such a thing as the "right thing" when it comes to text messaging during a panic attack? I've read somewhere that it's good to remind them to focus on their breathing, but isn't that kind of obvious? like, maybe they're already trying that but it just doesn't work; I've tried saying things like "remember to breathe" or "try to take deep breaths" but I can't help but feel it's too cliche; Is it really that simple? then there's the whole grounding technique thing, you know, the one where you tell them to list things they can see, hear, and touch, but does it make a difference when you're just typing it out and not there in person to guide them through it? I'm always worried about saying something that might make it worse, like what if I suggest that and it just frustrates her more?

so usually I fall back on letting her know I'm there for her, but I wonder if just saying "I'm here for you" really counts when I'm miles away behind a screen; it's just that none of the words seem to carry enough weight through my phone; someone once told me to remind her that it's temporary, but how can I convince her of that when I'm not even sure myself? I wish I knew what really goes on through her mind in those moments so I could be more helpful, I guess in a way I'm venting about my inability to truly help her through a panic attack via text; I want so desperately to be her anchor in those moments and I guess that's why I try to read more about it, like Reddit's subreddit on mental health or even some articles on psychology websites but nothing seems to fill in that gap of actually knowing what to do; it's always just theories and suggestions, and it's frustrating trying to apply generic advice to someone so unique like her; am I overthinking this, or is messaging just inherently a lacking form of comfort? I think about how much I want to be better at this, more equipped, but maybe I'm focusing too much on knowing exactly what to say and not enough on just being a presence, however virtual it may be; the logical part of me says to keep expressing empathy and validation, that at least those are probably neutral if not helpful, but I can't shake the feeling of inadequacy; like, is there anyone else out there who feels the pressure to always find the perfect words in an imperfect situation? the self-doubt is kind of paralyzing in its own right, makes me wonder if she's ever felt like this too during her anxiety; is it the same sort of paralysis that overcomes her? if I'm being totally honest, there are days when I wish I could just call her battles for what they are (complex and unpredictable) rather than trying to mold them into something understandable; does that make me a bad friend for not "doing my best"? I don't want her to feel unseen or unsupported because of my remote presence; I often think back to the groundwork of friendship, like reliability and listening, but does it all lose its importance over text? what do you think, is there a different framework for dealing with this distance, something more tangible that could provide solace? maybe next time, I'll ask her directly what she wants me to say, although that feels a bit like passing the responsibility; does anyone else struggle with these doubts? sometimes I just wish for a little more clarity in this friendship because supporting someone through a screen is so messy and uncertain; all this has been on my mind a lot lately, and maybe it shows just how deeply I care, even if I haven’t found the right method yet; but still, I keep questioning if her panic attacks ever 'get easier' for her.

With my mom I don't feel seen, I don't feel heard, I just want it to end. I can't stand this pain, no one gets it, I'm so ready to end it, she doesn't care, I know she doesn't. I want to cry but that doesn't help, I want to scream but I can't, I need a rage room but that didn't help, I want the pain to go away, I want it to stop, to leave me alone, but deep down, I know it won't, It'll keep coming back, it won't stop, it keeps coming and coming and I'm so tired. Nobody is really there for me, because people have their own lives. I just want someone that I can cry into, that will hold me, and I don't have that. And that's my problem. I need that, but inside I know I won't get it. And it sucks, It sucks not feeling safe enough to show feelings without getting yelled at. I'm so tired. I just want it to end. I want it to be over. I want someone to love me. I want to be someone's first priority. not second, not third, first. And I cry myself to sleep, knowing that'll never happen. I'm empty

I graduate hs next year and career paths I’ve seriously got nothing.. not even career just some way to make money to survive. Like with what people are saying about the job market wonder how it will be when I start actually looking for one. Ok I just want to complain about all these requirements bro volunteering, so many years of experience. Like ok fine we need jobs etc. but all this stress in just getting one. Bro. I personally would say I’m into creative stuff, arts etc. about last year ive been trying to get into graphic design. Lwk I was thinking of possibly doing them as my way of making money, business/career/wtv but i saw something like you kinda tie your self worth into how much money you make and that can be not very good for your mental health. And I genuinely understand I’m trying to make my designs really good and worth a possible commission n it stresses me out. But when I do it for fun (which was prob about 12 hrs ago) it was enjoyable. Same with art. Rn I’m making a comic not to make money or anything but bc I want to + love the characters and it’s been so fun!! Well a little stressed about making my drawings look good yk? So yh I understand when I see ‘don’t make you hobbies your job’ but then what? I want to move out of my parents house as soon as I can. But when will that be? I started thinking about jobs that people will need no matter what, food production, healthcare, n I’m assuming u gonna need some degree for it, n don’t get me started on those bro. So no I won’t. But I’ve always heard the phrase money = solving problems, so what problem do needs solving? But how can that work. Like with the creative stuff I was planning like I could potentially give myself an opportunity not hsve to wait around for some company to call back. So how will that work w whst people actually need bc theres prob a bunch? Ughh this is genuinely so tiring. This show will I believe my last summer where I’m still in mandatory school next summer I’m free(but of course post secondary) I’m nervous but also excited about that but idk man. Well this is lek just a rant

I've come to the harsh realization that perhaps, I'm not the nicest person around. In my mid-thirties, I find myself surrounded only by a single friend and a girlfriend, yet I can't shake the feeling that I'm somehow superior to others. My lifestyle is quite reclusive; I shy away from any social gatherings related to work, and most of my routine revolves around my job, hitting the gym, smoking weed, and cycling. Traveling and cycling in the forest are my escapes, the rare times I don't feel swamped by depression.

Interacting with people, especially in groups, is a daunting task for me. The fear of turning red-faced and being judged negatively is always lurking. Thus, I avoid such situations altogether. There's a worrisome intensity in the way I live; I indulge too often in alcohol or getting high, viewing people merely as elements that enhance my own existence. My eyes wander too freely, admiring every attractive woman I come across, often blatantly flirting in the presence of my girlfriend. Even though these thoughts are never vocalized, I often catch myself belittling others or feeling utter disdain towards them internally.

I confess to being a staunch atheist, holding a disdainful view towards those who are spiritually inclined, believing myself to be smarter, better-looking, and stronger. The resentment builds whenever I see someone possessing what I desire, although I manage to keep this anger bottled up within.

Dominating these emotions is a profound sense of isolation, mixed oddly with a perverse comfort in wallowing in my misery. Sometimes, hurting my own feelings seems like a twisted form of pleasure, perhaps because it means feeling something at all.

My family background does little to lighten my outlook. My brother lives with the dark shadow of being a murderer and a former heroin addict. My father was a violent man, devoid of emotions, who ultimately took his own life. My mother, afflicted by illness so severe that she has been bedridden since my childhood, sparks a guilt within me for not taking care of her. However, I've chosen a path of self-preservation as dedicating myself to her care would consume my own existence entirely.

This life I've crafted for myself is one I despise, yet a part of me feels I shouldn't. With a good education, a well-paying job, and an undeniable appeal to women, I should feel fulfilled. Instead, I’m left feeling empty and, frankly, disgusted with myself for sounding like a self-pitying fool. What the hell is wrong with me?

Despite my efforts not to belittle others overtly, the impression that people don’t like me is hard to shake off. Loneliness is a constant companion.

If I were to join a reality show, my character might be polarizing. Would the audience appreciate my brutally honest introspections, or would they be repelled by my self-confessed arrogance and emotional detachment? It's intriguing yet terrifying to ponder how my persona would unfold under the constant scrutiny of cameras and a public audience.

I chose the friendship stories category but yeah it's related to friendship, love, family, work... I am like that.

Hey everyone, I’m not usually one to air my personal stuff, but I really need some advice here. For the past few months, I’ve had this gut feeling that my wife might be cheating on me, and it's eating me alive. I don’t want to jump to conclusions, but the signs are starting to pile up, and I’m just not sure what to do.

It all started when she began staying late at work more often. At first, I didn’t think much of it—she’s always been dedicated to her job. But then, she became super protective of her phone. She used to leave it lying around, but now she keeps it close and seems to be on it all the time, even at odd hours. And when I casually ask about her day, her answers feel...vague? Like she’s hiding something.

Then there are the little things. She started dressing up more than usual, even just to “run errands” or meet friends. It’s almost like she’s trying to impress someone. I’ve tried to brush it off, telling myself I’m being paranoid, but every time I bring it up, she gets defensive or says I’m just being insecure. It makes me feel like maybe I’m overthinking, but part of me feels like my concerns are valid.

To make things worse, I found a receipt for a fancy dinner that she said was a "work thing," but I know her company usually doesn’t do dinners like that. I keep second-guessing myself, and now I’m stuck in this loop of anxiety. I don’t want to accuse her without solid proof, but I also can’t keep living in this uncertainty.

So here I am, asking for advice. Has anyone else been through this? How do you confront someone you love without it turning into a huge fight? Should I even bring it up again, or am I just being paranoid? Any advice would be appreciated—I feel like I’m losing my mind here.

For the longest time, I’ve been stuck in this cycle of excuses. I’d wake up every morning telling myself I’d make changes, that today would be different, but by the time the day ended, I was back to square one. Whether it’s eating healthier, exercising, or even just cleaning my space, I keep putting it off. I’d tell myself, "I’ll start tomorrow," but tomorrow never seems to come.

Yesterday was my breaking point. I was scrolling through social media and saw an old friend post about running their first marathon. I remember how we used to run together, how much I loved it back then. And now? I can’t even jog up the stairs without feeling winded. It hit me like a ton of bricks—what am I even doing with my life? Why do I keep finding reasons to avoid what I know I need to do?

I looked around my apartment after that. Clothes piled up on the floor, dishes in the sink from who-knows-how-many days ago, and a gym membership card collecting dust on the counter. That’s when it finally clicked—it’s time to stop. It’s time to stop avoiding the hard stuff, time to stop pretending everything will fix itself, and time to stop being my own worst enemy.

I don’t have a perfect plan yet, and honestly, I’m scared I’ll slip back into my old habits. But I know I can’t keep going like this. If I don’t make a change now, when will I? Maybe writing this out will help me stay accountable. I don’t know who needs to hear this, but if you’re feeling stuck too, maybe it’s time to stop and take the first step. We’ve got this.

Got lots of love to give but no one wants to have it. They want the toxic ones.

I never thought I’d end up here, but here I am, dreading every single morning when my alarm goes off. I hate my job. There, I said it. I’ve tried to convince myself that it’s just a phase, that everyone feels like this sometimes, but it’s been almost a year, and nothing’s changed. If anything, it’s gotten worse.

The work itself isn’t even that bad. I mean, it’s not what I’m passionate about, but it’s tolerable. The real problem is the people. My boss is one of those micro-managers who has to be involved in every tiny detail. No matter what I do, it’s never good enough. I’ll spend hours on a project, only for them to nitpick and make me redo the whole thing for no real reason. It’s exhausting and makes me feel like all my effort is pointless.

Then there’s the office culture—or lack of it. Nobody talks to each other unless it’s about work. Lunch breaks feel like detention, with everyone silently eating at their desks or scrolling through their phones. I tried to make friends when I first started, but everyone already seemed to have their little cliques. After a while, I just gave up.

What really gets to me, though, is the constant pressure. It’s like they expect us to give 110% all the time, but they don’t give anything back. Overtime is practically mandatory, but don’t expect a “thank you” or even acknowledgment for staying late. And forget about a raise or promotion—that’s a pipe dream. It’s hard not to feel bitter when you’re working so hard and getting nothing in return.

I keep telling myself I should just quit, but it’s not that simple. I’ve got bills to pay, and the job market isn’t exactly booming right now. Plus, there’s this tiny voice in the back of my head that keeps asking, “What if the next job is just as bad—or worse?” It’s like I’m stuck in this cycle where I hate my job, but I’m too scared to leave.

Even at home, I can’t seem to escape it. I’m constantly checking emails or stressing about the next deadline. It’s like my job has taken over my entire life, and I don’t know how to take it back. My family keeps telling me to just hang in there, but they don’t understand how draining it is. By the end of the day, I’m too tired to even think about applying for other jobs, let alone pursuing something I actually enjoy.

Sometimes, I wonder if it’s me. Maybe I’m just not cut out for this kind of work. Or maybe I’m being ungrateful because at least I have a job. But then I think about how miserable I am, and I can’t help but feel like there has to be more to life than this. Doesn’t there?

If anyone else feels this way, I’d love to know how you’re coping—or if you’ve managed to get out, how did you do it? Right now, I just feel stuck, and honestly, it’s hard to see a way forward. All I know is, I can’t keep living like this. Something’s gotta give.