Anonymous Venting for Mental Health and Emotional Support

I know my problems are very trivial compared to others, but I don’t really have anyone I can talk to, so please just hear me out.

I’m a 17 year old girl and I’ve always done well academically. Far from perfect (As, Bs, and once I got either a C or a D) but academics was always the one thing people told me I was good at. The one thing I felt successful in.

For background, I feel like I’ve been struggling for a long time with different things but nothing is ever severe enough for me to feel like I can really reach out. So I’ve just been trying to manage whatever for all this time. I had pretty bad social anxiety in middle school which I guess never really went away. I think it’s slightly better now because I’m no longer having a panic attacks in stores and stuff but also I kind of just avoid a lot of situations.. so who knows.

I’m terrified of driving and even though I’ve got my permit, I’ve only practiced a handful of times and never went anywhere really. I also don’t have a job because I can’t drive, so I feel like a bum for that. I’ve lost 5 loved ones over the course of my life, and now another one has Alzheimer’s. So that’s all in the back of my mind too.

Anyway so my friends (I have one best friend, another close to that, and one is more of an acquaintance. But we’ve all known each other since elementary.) do good academically too and everyone except for my best friend decided to go to Early College. I was desperate to get out of high school because who wouldn’t be? I was kind of picked out to apply, and several other factors went into it so I went. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea considering I don’t really have any clue what I’m doing or what I want to do. There’s some stuff I’m intellectually interested in but I just don’t know.

I am very, very lucky to have a loving family. They have their own mental health issues and things going on but at the end of the day they do love me and want the best for me. So I feel compelled to live up to that.

Well.

I did good last semester, even though I’ve been burnt out since like October 2024, but this semester things came crashing down on my head. I don’t know how it all started but I feel like I’ve been consumed by it all. Or as though things have finally caught up to me? Kind of like I’ve been trying to drown something but my arms are so tired they’ve given out and now it’s popping up to the surface.

I’m doing horrible in my classes, (I had two As but now the grade on one of them is ruined, two Cs and one D. I’m ’trying’ to get things up like I have been all semester but I’m at the end of it.) I’m actually really interested in three of my classes so it’s not even a matter of that. The thing is, I think if I get a D or lower in one of my classes I’ll be sent back to high school. My laptop broke two months ago and we just now got it fixed (which I am so grateful for, but it was a struggle without it) and I guess the pressure of everything really got to me. I’ve felt super anxious and my time management skills feel like they’re nonexistent and things snowballed.. and now I’m here. My parents know about it now, so that’s finally out in the open.

But I guess I’m just struggling to emotionally accept that this has happened. I have literally no clue what I’m doing and everything feels so hopeless. It’s felt hopeless for a long time.

I hate the high school social environment, and my only friend that’s there will be going to Early College for the next school year so I’ll pretty much be all alone too. How am I supposed to face everyone? I’m not the only one who couldn’t do it, but still I just feel so ashamed because I really think I could’ve done it and succeeded.

I have media and things I like to do, but it’s not as if I’m involved in sports or doing literally anything outside of home, church and school. I just feel so pathetic right now. How can I be struggling so much with nothing going on? There’s literally no reason for it, externally at least. Then I feel like everyone else has these large major struggles but they’re still succeeding. Balancing all these jobs, boyfriends, messy home lives.

So I just feel inferior. Literally I have nothing else. I’m not interested in a relationship I had a “boyfriend” two years ago but like.. long story with that and literally nothing happened with that. I really am not interested in dating, but now I’m kind of excluded from my friend group since they all hang out to go on double dates and all that. Or not excluded.. like we’re still friends but I’m just not as close or involved. And now we are going to move (not schools but houses).

I don’t know. I’m just so tired. I’ve disappointed myself and everyone else about literally the only thing I had going for me. So.. I feel defeated. It’s my fault, but it doesn’t make it any easier to deal with. Maybe I just couldn’t handle the responsibility. “Good daughter” and “good student” and “good” whatever else. I feel like I’m falling behind everyone else and I don’t understand why I can’t keep up. Who am I if I don’t perform well? Where is my life going? I don’t have concrete answers to these questions.

I think my sister is narcissistic?

I won't go into to much detail, because the past isn't relavent, but just to quickly summarize our current drama there has been tension between us for months because she wanted to watch a video, I told her no, she got angry at me, then she's made it her life mission to make me is miserable as possible. She shit talked me to all of my friends, told my commissioner to block me, refused to let me get into contact with people who commissioned me (logged me out of my account that I communicate to my customers on, then refused to let me have it back because 'she needed it more'), stole my package because it was "basically hers" cause I owed her a few dollars, She deleted multiple of my projects, she's been logging into my accounts and watching my activity on all of them, and she has been lingering in my room to see if I put anything new into it (she said this herself), and on top of that her lovely gaslighting! She keeps bringing up past events, hating on my friends to justify her honestly torment at this point towards me (things that I did when I was 15, I am currently 19) and it is making me miserable.

I have not been interacting with her because of the way she's been treating me, she finds this frustrating and takes every opportunity that I walk by her to comment on my physical apperance, my personality and my "lack of friends". I chose not to respond. This week, I thought things may have gotten better so I tried to approach her asking a geniune question. It was about tomodachi life, simple conversation, just asking how the game is because she had early access to it, she told be she was unable to run it on her computer, I told her I ordered a physical copy. She immediately accused me of lying, then when I clarfied she started asking me to share it with her, I told her id think about it, this seemed to irritate her even more, she then asked about a previous drama (for short context: she added me into a groupchat with people I was unfaimilar with where they were actively sending explicit photos, they were all alot older then me and they were making some.. interesting.. jokes, I started responding to some of the messages telling them to have some shame, yes it was petty, but there was no reason for her to add me into it) she claimed that me responding to her friends was harassment, and she told me that I should take accountability for it. I honestly, didnt care, I think revealing someone to nude pictures without their knowledge is far worse then a light hearted, almost playful, "have some shame". So I, yes im petty, ignored her, walked downstairs.

She follows me downstairs, screaming at me and calling me slurs, saying that im a harasser for sending messages in the groupchat and blaming me for giving her a panic attack when she saw me message in the groupchat. I told her to leave me alone, and stop harassing me, it was mocking, I kept repeating it over and over again to use her own logic against her, so shed leave me alone. I was being cocky, but I wasnt getting mad or verbally aggressive with her, she starts screaming that I never listen to her, I tell her that ive heard it 1000 times and im tired of her lies. she proudly declares she deleted my projects, I tell I already started a new one, So i dont care, she says good. She then goes on this whole tangent about how nobody in my family loves me, how im worthless and once my family sees through my "lies" they wont love me anymore, she says im insecure, lonely and manipulative, she says this is the reason why I dont have any friends. She goes on to call me the devils reincarnate, says that I had a master plan to make all her friends stop liking her (they stopped liking her because she sabatoged their reputations with blatant and lies, called them slurs, horrible names, blocked them everywhere, started a whole smear campaign against them i swear then expected them to come back to her. they disliked her for a reason.) She just said alot of awful things about me but I wasnt letting it get to me, I pointed out that she physically hurt me during an altercation, where she involved my mother, who looked at all the evidence and realized that my sister was lying once again, when my sister got caught, she pulled out her phone, recorded me, screamed and berated me, then threw a very thick dog treat that ended up hitting my head. I told her that somehow she finds this acceptable, but me messagign in the groupchat was a crime, she tried to go back to the groupchat, I told her I dont care, and I dont have anything to be sorry for, it was petty and stupid yes, but its not nearly as intense as anything shes done (PETTY I KNOW!). She cant win the argument because im tryna act like nothings getting under my skin, she screams that Im a worhtless loser as shes going up, I respond more mad this time, I say that she is the jobless one with no education so who is the real loser, she then screams "atleast im not ugly!" i asked her to repeat herself she calls me a "chud" and runs upstairs.

I told my mom word for word what happened, and my mum confronted my sister about it, and guess what my sister did. She told my mom that I lied and none of that happened, she told her that I started a conversation with her so (??) i couldnt hear her point, but she was denying everything, saying that I lied to gaslight and manipulate my mum into sympathizing and feeling sorry for me, then when my mom called her out on her lie, she screamed off the top of her lungs, got extremely aggressive, insulted me some more, then ran off.

Ive been spending time in the basement because im afraid of her temper and want to be left alone, ive been doing my homework and studying. She comes down, says that I am fat once again, says that I am hogging the tv (mind you, theyve been using the basement tv for three days in a row now), i tell her its not a crime to enjoy the new watching space she gets mad once again because ugh its alot of bickering, then she gets mad at me for rewatching invicinble, she calls me a "larp" (which means poser in the new age) and gets really mad that im watching invincible its so random, shes more mad about that then anything else, then she storms off.

What is her problem. Im also worried cause I was venting on my instagram account (THE NIGHT BEFORE) about how I felt lonely in the family cause everyone had their person but me, and then shes bringing up that im lonely unloved and nobody in the family cares about me. Do you think shes watching my instragram stories on my private account somehow? Im being really paranoid, sure, but shes been logging into all my stuff and that was like so ultra specific!

she even went through all my text messages with me and my mum! so i'm terrified to know how much control she has over my stuff-- I changed the passwords for now but I still feel paranoid as hell! I can't believe I trusted her with so much of my sensitive information. Its not the first time we got into a small argument which she escalates and tries to do anything in her power to hurt me! she's literally used her long nails to dig very aggressively into my arms when I told her that mum told her to take out the trash once, its not unlike her to get aggressive with me but it gets annoying when she cried harassment over a discord message but she physically hurts me, stalks me and is just creepy! She even admitted to me not even a week ago about how she dosen't actually care about any of this stuff she's just annoyed with me and everyone! so like-- what do i even do! this isn't even emotional its for the love of them game!

Do I just ignore her again? Im honestly scared of her.

told my parents about one of my friends who im nervous about along with the rest of the people in our friend group. friend 2 and I are too skeptical to report the issue with friend 1 due to things we've shared with her, like s.h, assumably some deep feelings, etc. to make things worse, friend 1 has a debatably obsessive crush on me, and i feel guilty as i cannot feel the way back (due to being cupioromantic and asexual).

i have a friend who suddenly became really close with me. like, we're both to the point where we're both intensely codependent on the other. shes told me multiple times that im the only reason she's alive, she wants to help me, etc. but i can't just get myself to tell her anything. this whole thing has backfired because we argue so often and i end up apologizing like a little coward, but yesterday i finally broke and just yelled at her. cried, fought, got angry, the big schebang ykyk. i check her accounts on pinterest because vent accts are very popular nowadays, and the messages consist of "it was inevitable"/"I'm setting a [end it] date"/"you couldn't've stopped this." i dont know what to do because im scared of staying, i know she's manipulating me in some way, but i cant experience the same guilt i did when i was younger.

Can a therapist count as a life coach ? Maybe, I don't know. I figured it's a close thing, so I tagged it like this. Do tell me if I'm wrong though ^^'.

Anyway, I've been seeing a therapist for a few months now, and I don't know how to feel about them. I've been telling them my issues with my mom and stepdad and how they've treated me since childhood. Here's a list of some things that I mentioned in therapy without the heavier stuff :

- Criticism over my looks, behavior and scholarly achievements

- Yelling at me over the most minute thing ( ex : me wearing sweatpants in summer as a teenager )

- Wanting to act as if everything's fine after an argument

- The cycle of basically everything's fine for a period of time, but then they find something to be angry about whatever I'm doing

- My parents not listening to me and minimizing when I'm trying to bring up my concerns

- Things that involve my mom not really holding men that touched me innapropriately in the family accountable ( which includes my stepdad )

There are some things that I haven't told my therapist, and in all honesty, I think I already gave an idea of where my grievances lie. I'm not going to say what exactly happened, because I feel I can talk all day about those, and I don't want the post to be too heavy. Here's the thing though, I've told my parents in an admittedly harsh way that the moment I have enough money, I'm moving out, and I'm going to cut contact with them. I've also told that to my therapist, as well as me being angry and tired of the cycle that's been going on since I was a kid. There was a part of me that was a little vindictive towards my parents (still am a bit, but less as time goes on), but I ultimately want them to leave me alone. Where I don't know how to feel about that therapist is, I told them about all of this, and they consider me keeping my distance with my parents to be me acting like a teenager having a rebellious phase, and that me not talking much to my parents was actually hurting me (despite me having already brought up one of these points up above). That's because I always cry whenever I talk about how my parents' actions towards me affected me. I don't think me distancing myself from them is what's actually hurting me though, it's the memory of all the hurt I felt that's making me cry and their mere presence. Maybe I'm just in my feelings and I'm overthinking and even being a bit dramatic, but ever since I had my first appointment with that therapist, they reminded me of my parents in the sense of minimizing something that felt pretty chaotic to me for multiple years. They even asked me "apart from [insert grievances], what did they do ?", and it felt like they weren't taking the "less impactful" stuff seriously, all because they weren't as significant as me getting touched innaproprietely or something violent.

I am aware I have my shortcomings, so do tell me where they lay. I might bring my concern to my therapist next week (though I'm scared of what they might say). I hope you have a good day/night, and I'll see you soon <3

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.