Anonymous Venting for Mental Health and Emotional Support

I feel ive searching for so long but I can’t find stuff that related to what I’m doing. So I want to create a series, specifically one that each episode will be about 5-7mins long. So how that change stuff? What should I learn? Btw I mean a serialised one, I already have some plots and characters moments in my head. But I can’t find anythingggg. Someone please help.

Also some specific questions-

Is it a bad when stuff happen to a characters than characters making stuff happen? Like does it demnish the plot?

How does a comic series (issues) differ from a tv series (episodes)?

I'm someone who cares a lot about others and I'm kind and caring and love to have fun with others but I don't get why my best friend who is more quiet than me is more popular and has more friends. When we first met she was very shy and I was one of her first friends and we were in the same friend group. Then our friend group fell apart but I was still friends with her. In high school for some reason everyone wanted to be friends with her and every time I stood next to her and other girls came over they would be so excited to see her and give her hugs. I always felt kind of excluded as I watched them like hang out and talk and I would just be there and try to join the convo but I couldn't and people always went out during lunch and would leave me there and stuff. But I never did anything wrong? And she also tells me about how she doesn't like all these people but then I see her being friendly with them and laughing and talking, going to classes together so it's hard to believe what she says. I don't get how she has so many more friends. I don't think she's necessarily better than me in anyway like we're pretty equal in terms of grade, athletics, looks, height, etc. A lot of guys like her but she's isn't even grateful like if someone confessed to me I would be over the moon. She has no empathy for me when I like a guy who doesn't like me back. But she's like my only close friend who knows about personal stuff.

Something else is that since I don't have that many girl friends, I sometimes talk to guys online. But I guess that builds a bad reputation for me. But it's not even like we're actually friends it's more like I'm not afraid to ask guys what we did in class if I missed it and I know I can count on them to reply on time. I'm not one of those attention seeking people but also I don't get why guys don't even want to talk to me sometimes. Like I really can't figure it out because I always spend a lot of time on people and I try to show kindness and help them out but I guess they just don't like me.

When my friends like a guy, I step away from them even if I also secretly kind of liked them, but then when I like a guy and they get jealous because they like same guy they literally get mad at me and give me the silent treatment, but I can't help it?

Also when I get hated on for looking too mean (rbf) no one defends me not even my best friend.

When she was asked about a guy I used to like she doesn't even help me hide it she just says yeah even though she knew I didn't want anyone to know.

The one time I didn't tell her something about a competition I was going to, she got really mad at me and then later on even carelessly told other people about it.

I wanted to change schools for a new beginning but my parents didn't let me. I actually have no real friends I can rely on at this point.

I’m really stressed because of school, and I can’t control my situation in any way. I hate it right now, and what makes it worse is that I chose to continue… I thought I could handle it, but I don’t know why I’ve been feeling so damn down lately.

I can’t sleep, I can’t eat, and my head hurts worse than before. I also have inflamed lymph nodes all over my head because of the stress I’ve been dealing with. I don’t know how to stop it—it just keeps going and getting worse by the second.

I hate school, but I can’t drop out now. I’m only in the second year, and it’s not like I’m bad or anything—it’s just the stress. I want to study, but I can’t. I can’t focus. It’s so overwhelming. I’m not sure if I’m made for this because it makes me feel horrible.

I don’t even have the energy to stand up anymore. Every time I try to study, I end up hyperventilating and crying. It’s not like I’m stupid—I have okay grades—but still… everything terrifies me. If I fail once, I’m scared to take the next exam. It feels like a never-ending cycle.

And my class is strange. They always make sexual comments toward girls. For example, once a friend of mine left class early for an appointment, and the boys kept saying she must have “done something” with the teacher so she could leave. It makes all of us uncomfortable and scared to do something wrong—at least for me, because they’ve said things like that about me too. The same kind of stuff, like I was “under the teacher’s desk.”

I don’t know… I just hate everything right now. Everything feels like too much and stresses me out more than ever before. I feel like a complete failure all the time. I also feel really sick 24/7—I don’t know why, but everything hurts. I just feel so damn bad all the time.

Today I wrote on the board, what I needed my husband to do, and he proceeded to “go through the motions” and do what he thought needed to be done, and when I tried to point out that he is not listening to me, nothing. No expression nothing, no apology, NOTHING. To be honest I don’t want an apology, I just don’t know what to do. I’ve been leaving him more work to do for me and I’ve been doing what I consider the bare minimum, which is clean the laundry, wash all the dishes, put dishes away, mop, sweep, vacuum, and clean anything else that needs to be cleaned, and cook all the meals. ANYTHING more than this, I don’t even bother with them anymore, no more answering questions no more giving a shit about any of their mental lists. My husband and my kids. So I needed for him to turn the water heater on and to order the right gas tank since it was out. He instead went outside and turned the valve to the right tank and effectively turned off the gas to the house. So the lasagna didn’t cook. Since I’m on my period he asked me if he could make me a steak, but when he arrived I said no, because I was hungry and I wanted to eat quickly, but was persistent and insisted that he wanted to make it for me. when I realized that the gas was gone we both assumed that both tanks were empty and that he YET AGAIN forgot to order gas.I kept my cool, and said that since the lasagna wasn’t cooked, I needed to pick up food for everyone. The kids were hungry so they had the lasagna despite the noodle not being cooked. He was annoyed because I asked him to put in the order, and he did, and I stopped the oil he was heating up on the spare stove from over heating and creating gas, took it outside and started to fry his sweet potato fries. I said NO to the whole steak and the fries, and because his intentions were good i was trying to be calm but i was starving. When we realized he turned the valve instead of him doing what the board said, “TURN THE HEATER ON and order the right gas tank,” he asked me a stupid question, and said “STOP WITH YOUR BULLSHIT BOARD”. Guys, wtf?? The board is supposed to be so the communication is CLEAR AS FUCKING DAY, you can read it over and over and over again and NOT GET IT WRONG. No where did I say turn the valve. I’m leaving for surgery tomorrow, and I don’t want to look at him. I’m angry but I’ve been so angry at his inability to listen and UNDERSTAND that I don’t even know what I’m angry about anymore, everything is so messed up in my heart.My head is also so confused, I just don’t understand what the fuck is wrong with him, lately he will start speaking and start in the middle of his sentence or the end of his sentence and expect for me to follow, so now, if I don’t understand what he is talking about, I just go about my day. I can’t tell you the YEARS, literal years, I’ve said this phrase “ stop speaking in abbreviations, I don’t understand what your talking about, just say the whole word,” or “ complete sentences Temo” I can’t do it anymore. I’m not trying to divorce him, I’ve made way too many life choices that have me completely dependent on his income, and I really really really really did love him, I still do, like I make sure all his stuff is ready to do incase he wants to mountain bike, and I keep his important things a priority because I care about his happiness, truly. He is a very nice person, hence him trying to cook a steak so my period symptoms were more manageable. It’s this talking to each other thing. he can’t hear a word I’ve said. I HAVE NOW Started to word all questions as YES OR NO, so make it simple, but for the love of GOD, he will answer my question with a question every single time. I can’t stand him anymore. I really am so so so sad for my dumbass self. He would make a better roommate. he would suck ass as a friend he doesn’t fucking listen. This time it was painfully apparent that he jumped the gun and did whatever he thought was best, and instead of seeing his error, he’s annoyed with me. AWESOME. So guys, I’m at the point in this marriage, where he is kind enough to stay with, but the NO WORDS is hurting me, thats why I’here, so what can I do? With myself of course trying to talk with him is pointless. I want to talk to anyone but being in this world where now there are no such things as adult friends, I’m drowning in my own problems. If I was rich I’d buy a house for myself right next door to him, so the kids can see us both everyday. I just don’t want this type of crap happening anymore. How hard is it to answer a YES OR NO question? Or do EXACTLY what is written for you on the board??? I picked up the food and ate the over priced food, left the steak for tomorrow, and didn’t touch a fry. I guess me saying “no hun I’m hungry now” means NOTHING. I’m so angry I don’t know what to do. I want for him to understand but that is effort I don’t have, now I just have to learn to place my anger and frustration on the right spot, so I can continue living. I’ve even started doing everything I can myself so I don’t have to ask my incompetent husband for anything anymore. I’m in the sewing room just typing this… he doesn’t care and never has to come and try to talk anything out with me. ITS always been me bringing up the topics, but not anymore, he doesn’t care. Maybe the wound will fester and one day I’ll wake up and not give a shit about the repercussions of ending a marriage, or maybe one day I won’t care about not having a conversation where it ends in both of us feelings heard and understood. I’m hoping for the latter, cause I’ve been with him since we were both 15 years of age, and I’m barely 33, so I don’t want to start again, and find out all men are imbeciles who take for granted what took them SO MANY YEARS to re build.

it's been a whirlwind working in IT for five years, seeing how rapidly technology evolves and adapts. yet here i am, feeling like i'm caught in the echoes of laughter from my colleagues who've taken to using chatgpt and claude code to revolutionize their workflow. it's been two years since these AI developers entered their toolbox, making them exponentially faster and more efficient, or so they claim. i'm not blind to the advantages these innovative tools offer, theoretically enhancing our capacity to expedite code deployment, troubleshoot problems, and streamline project management tasks. still, even with a robust understanding of complex algorithms and network configurations, i find myself lagging, like a floppy disk in a world driven by SSDs. why does this create such a canyon, where teasing bridges the gap between seasoned colleagues and me, still fumbling with what they term my "old school" methods? do they not understand that integrating new technologies can be daunting and feels like stumbling through endless streams of data with little organic feedback?

perhaps it's a misinterpretation of their gestures, but every time they grin or whisper during our scrum meetings or as they flawlessly debug lines of code i am still scrutinizing, there's an unspoken tension of inadequacy. my technical acumen paints me as a dinosaur in their bustling, robotic zoo, feeling the pings of inadequacy often when another line of buggy code gets sarcastically commended for its "originality". but what if this constant critique is merely their playful nudge, an indirect way of propelling me into the AI-driven future? i sit in the crossfire of console log errors and laughter, conceiving a silent partnership with self-improvement. amidst this emotional turbulence, i want to ask: could this experience somehow shape my fundamental understanding of digital transformation or am i simply the digital outcast? is their jesting rooted in concern or amusement, and does it matter?

what i strive for is finding solace in the gradual process of catching up; after all, the shift toward AI-enhanced development is not merely about adopting new tools but embracing a new mindset, isn't it? the thought that there's always a silver lining keeps my spirits animated as i traverse the vast interfaces of technological waves crashing against the shore of what i know and understand. i'm bound to a belief that with patience and structured learning, efficiency isn't an unattainable horizon but rather a calculated journey. perhaps if I harness these new capabilities, what once sparked laughter will ignite respect or even inspire others who also navigate the currents of technological transition. is it so far-fetched to believe that with persistence, even the slowest runner finds their pace, or does humor, in its most deliberate form, remain their chosen method of encouragement? 🤔

i miss the old days...

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.