Anonymous Venting for Mental Health and Emotional Support

I’m 53 now, and I still remember the day I found out like it was yesterday, even though it was 20 years ago. My husband cheated on me, and I found out in the most boring, stupid way possible, a phone bill left on the kitchen counter. No dramatic lipstick on a collar, no movie scene. Just numbers I didn’t know and a weird feeling in my stomach that would not go away. I asked him, and he tried to dodge it at first, then he cried. I cried harder. Back then I thought cheating meant the marriage was instantly dead, like someone had shut off the lights forever.

For a long time, I didn’t forgive him. I stayed in the house, cooked dinner, drove the kids to school, smiled at neighbors, and hated him quietly. I felt stupid for staying;

But life is not always as clean as people on the outside want it to be. We had two children, a mortgage, and 15 years of history at that point. I loved him, even when I wanted to throw his clothes in the street. What helped me was not pretending it was fine. We went to counseling. He gave me passwords, answered ugly questions, and took my anger without acting like he was the victim. That mattered.

Forgiveness, in my opinion, is not saying “what you did was okay.” It is more like saying, “I don’t want this pain to own me forever.” I forgave him slowly, almost by accident. One morning he brought me coffee before I woke up, like he used to. Another time he sat with me in the car while I cried after dropping our daughter at college. Little by little, I saw he was trying to be a better man, not just a man who got caught. Have you ever wanted to forgive someone but felt like doing it meant betraying yourself?

Today we are still married. Not perfect, not some magical love story, but real. He knows he broke something that never went back exactly the same, and I know I became stronger than I thought I could be. I don’t think everyone should stay after cheating. Sometimes leaving is the healthiest forgiveness you can give yourself. But for me, forgiveness was possible because he changed, and because I chose peace over carrying poison in my chest. At 53, I can say my heart healed. It has scars, sure, but scars are also proof you survived.

I just feel stuck, I feel like I'm not taking control of my life and I'm shaming myself for it which doesn't help but I also feel too lazy to even take control of my life. When I mean take control, I mean I need to stop doing whatever for my parents to keep the peace because it doesn't help me at all, feels like I'm just slowly dying and not fulfilling anything lately. I don't have anyone to talk to, I did try to make friends online but I haven't met anyone that I would consider a friend friend. Plus after a day or even days, I have a hard habit of assuming that people secretly hate me and have no interest so I try and end it. I didn't know this still alive until I noticed I did it again.

I was finally able to get a doctor but I didn't get to talk about how I'm feeling and that I need a therapist, that I'm trans. I actually found out a feminist clinic that caters but idk how I didn't find it before with the amount of searching I did before.

I'm just confused about my emotions, I feel fine and happy sometimes but I also have a bunch of stuff, it just lurks, what I mean is parents that don't like queer people, next steps. It's a reason I'm in no rush, when I feel happy or fine then I assume that I am and then feel overdramatic for trying to get ready to get away from my family as quick as possible.

My parents are toxic people yet feel normal sometimes and if you're feeling and having good times with them, then next you involve your feelings then it's gonna hurt you. When I noticed this when I was younger, I detached to all the interactions because I knew they'll be nice but eventually they'll make you cry over something stupid, make you feel unloved. I don't know how to describe what it's like to live in a house where everything feels normal and you start to feel normal and forget that it's actually not because the people inside the home don't know you and if they ever did then they would hate you. When it's been years, you just forget, they'll keep addressing you how they wanna address you and dress you up how they wanna dress you up and then get angry at you for not enjoying it, and the whole time you'll just feel like your dying. You don't notice until it happens again.

I notice I go through that cycle. I watched the film "I saw the TV glow" at 16 and I watched it again recently. It does fill me with dread and it reminds me that I'm not even living and not even as me.

I have things or goals I could do but I don't, I don't even feel any way about them, I just know they'll be helpful. Driving for example. I just wish I could go back to where I was happy and pretty content with life.

I graduate high school next week, family is doing this big thing. I seen that one of my favorite bands is actually going to the place I'll be around the same time, I wish I could go to that instead. I'm in desperate need of the type of music they make.

Anywho, thanks to anyone who read this and have a great thing! 💖 Anything is appreciated.

so i have this friend and shes constnatly talks about either our mututal (her best friend) flower in a semi romantic/plationic way (they got some platonic romance going on idk they're pretty much lesbians togehter) and jaes constantly talking about flower or saying how she misses her or how she wants her to join and will shape everything around her. ALSO, MORE COMMONGLY, she will do the same but for some fictional fucking ANIME GIRL shes UNIRONCIALLY (AND I MEAN THIS SERIOUSLY) FUCKING OBESSED WITH. "I MISS KOHANE" "I LOVE KOHANE" "I LOVE BLONDES (kohanes a blonde)" "KOHANE KOHANE KOHANE KOHANE". if me and my group are talking about something SHE WILL RANDOMLY COM IN AND BE LIKE "I LOVE KOHANE" OR "I LIKE BLONDES" OR "IM A LESBIAN" AND SHE DOES THIS EVERY. FUCKING. DAY. WITHOUT A SINGLE HIT OF A FAIL, IM TELLING YOU EVERY DAY EVERY FUCKING DAY. AND SHE WHATS WORSE, WHEN IM DOING SOMETHING WITH HER OR PLANNING SOMETHING WITH HER TO DO SHE WILL LITERALLY CANCEL IT, JUST TO HANG OUT WITH FLOWER, SHE'S DONE THIS MULITPLE TIMES "sorry me and flower jsut haven't been able to play alot recently!"(genuine paraprashed qoute from her) and I FEEL LIKE I CANT SAY ANYTHING BAOUT IT BECAUSE I CANT TELL IF IM JUST BEING JEALOUS OR IF ITS A REAL PROBLEM BECAUSE I DO FEEL JEALOUS AND INSECURE ABOUT IT BECAUSE I DONT HAVE ALOT OF CLOSE FRIENDSHIPS ANYMORE AND SEEING IT REALLY IRCKKS THE HELL OUT OF ME, ITS NOT EVEN THE FACT SHES OBESSED WITH FLOWER, I LIKE FLOWER TOO AS A FRIEN BUT ITS THE FACT SHE ALWAYS FUCKING CHOOSES HER OVER ANYONE ELSE ESPECIALLY ME AND IT REALLY MAKES ME UPSET AND THINK WHATS THE FUCKING POINT IN TRYING IF I'LL ALWAYS BE TE LAST FUCKING PICK. oh and i forgot to mention, her and flower WHILE acting super lovey dovey and gay with each other will joke around and make fun of me which im not too against because i guess its the groupchat humor to make fun of me i guess and i do it myself sometimes but still

Tayout htal br twe sin sr pee bar twe shout loke nay lal tot ma thi bu

D mr Takhin ka nay ma kg twe kana kana ayn fyit x ma ya sr ma win nk tayout tl eye twe nervous system twe ll ma kg gaun twe kite fit nay dr. Bkk mr tal ka nay ma kg bu. amhan tot tagl kway thr takhin ko ae tl ka chit tl so amyal pyat tanar shr pee Nay ma kg tae lu ko balo gru site pay ya ma ll ma sin sr bal pyat tanr pal shr pee myo sone yan loke ma nay bu.

Aku ll bal aelo bal ko br ko nay kg ag loke nay dae Takhin ko ma kg htin pee

Br ma ll kway takhin yae amaint lite nr or u pyw tlo fish fyit ma nay bu.

Fyit nay yin Takhin ko block pee pyat tanr ma shr bu

Nay nal nal kg lo pyn lr pee phone use nine tae akhr kya

Gru sike pee pyu su pay mr kway lain mr thr so

Aku tot koh br ko ma kg tae sate nak ma kg myin pyit mhr

Zoom lr kae pr pyw dr ll ma lr nk

Ayn mite yine nay dr

P tot me ka pal manipulate ya dl fyit thy

Kway bal takhim ko anine u anine kyint pee page nk kine pee blackmail loke lite

Block lite nk

Br punishment khn fo ma pyw nk

Order twe rule twe lite nr dal so tr d 3 years atwin lat choe yii lo ya dl obey 100% day so tr 10 days ma shi bu

Ae dr ko apo saga twe nk lrr pee manipulate lr loke nay dr Kway bat ka

D mr koh br ko tg anine nine fit nay dr not ok

ae dr ko atin lite force pee gru ma sike bu br fyit dl nae sutt swal LOL

Ae sa tl ka amhn tine pyw pee thr

I am sick since back then ma lo koh health ko gru site ya ml

bay mr nay chin yin kway lain mr loke so u said u will care for me and my health first

gru ma sike ll ya dl

kway serve ya yin tw p so pee nay kae dr

pee tot if you were honests with your words and fllowed with true obedieence aku nay kg nay tr kyr hla b

Aku tot tamin nay ma kg ag sate sin yell ag lite loke htr pee

Amyal pyt tnar shr anine u nay dr lite pee

Akyint ma kg tae kg ma g fit nay dr Kway ko tine

Not me

Me just wanna be recover my own health

Thats all bal

But kway try to learn my weakness and try to use them to force me to get what you want

Your mind htl bar shi ll ma thi yin kat mal

Btw this letter doesnt mean I want someone like you back NO I dont want you at all

Not the one who doesnt care about me, what's wrong with me or how to make me happy

For you, my reply or controlling me is more important than trying to make me happy or care about my health since day one in Bangkok

You tried to gaslight me and suggest me to be afraid of you, did you think I never knew that?

As my own slave who said she will be slave, you were the manipulative one in every scenario

I was very honest with my intentions from the beginning, I never manipulated you, it was you who said one thing (to be slave), and do other things (disobey and make me hurt and blackmail me with my business page works).

These days also, you blocked me and I never did anything to you excpet telling you to unblock me LOL. And you told me I was manipulating you. really? Bitch are you out of your mind and stupid? No you are not. You are just gaslighting me and trying to create a nonexistent reality where I did things to you(which I never did) and you never truly obeyed me in any day. For FUCK SAKE ! so fuck you and your stupid deluisions. You can fuck off yourself. Actually started writing this letter with the inetntions to explain you something but nah when writing this I eventually realized I did nothing wrogn lol. There is not even a single thing to explain except I was fucking sick and there's no fucking wrong for being sick and not okay so what? I never did anything to anyone from the first place. It was you who didnt care and blocked me intentionally. And didnt accept when I told you to umblock me. I never did anything or say anything to you during these days even. HAHA. What a braindead idiot you are. Living in your imaginary reality must be widly stupid for you. Bye or whatever. idk anymore. Do whatever you want I am done with you. I dont need dishonest manipulative people like you in my life. Never again.

That was your last chance. I will never be sad or hurt for someone like you who dont care or understand me despite how many years I waited and given you countless chances for you to do so. You are uselss and pathetically stupid and out of your hand with your cunning stupidity. I do not love you or hate you but I was bewildered by your stupidity for a second when I realized I never did anything to you from the first place except getting blocked by someone stupid like you for no reason. FUCK OFF

I am a 2nd sem student and right now I want to know if I should continue engineering or not. To give give you some context I did my 12th in open schooling due to terrible mental health issues and therefore I was at home and didn't really interact with people outside. Fortunately I somehow managed to pass the exams and then I got in to this college(through CET). In my 1st sem I tried really hard to control my mental health and tried getting along with this new system. I tried doing my best to socialize and study. My parents are veryy very supportive and I seek help from therapy and have been heavily medicated (which makes me seem tired and sleepy all the time). During the first few weeks of 1st sem, there was some misunderstandings with someone and I reacted too harsh by shrieking in front of the class. After that no one would sit next to nor talk to me. It seemed like they were afraid of me (according to my teachers). There were some who were kind enough to share notes with me but I noticed that they did because they were afraid of me. I struggled throughout the classes with my mental health deteriorating and it made things worse. During lab I was a mess, I would feel anxious like a LOT and my hands would tremble. This made me seem incapable of doing anything which made my classmates to dread working with me and teachers were too annoyed with my incompetence. I tried working even hard but it only worsened my mental health. I explained the teachers my situation, they were understanding but for how long? during my 1st sem finals I was a chaotic mess, I was unable to focus on studies because of my mental health. I managed to pass 1st but with 3 backlogs, it isn't the best but this was something I could manage doing at least. I wanted to take an year off from college but my parents didn't like the idea. I told my therapist, who suggested me to change courses, but I am too scared to do that because my parents are really keeping their hopes up. 2nd sem started, and by now everyone knew each other and were interacting with each other, I was the only one in class who didn't really have anyone to sit next to me in class. It was obvious. Sometimes I think that this is just me being too dramatic about everything but I often see that my classmates make faces and avoid sitting next to me, it almost feels like there's something REALLY wrong with me. Honestly, I cannot keep up with such an environment and pretend that everything is okay. I now dread a lot going to college and hate doing the homework. I'm being kicked out of the class for not finishing my work. I really really want some advice right now, I don't want to disappoint my parents....and I am sorry if this post is unclear, this is my first time posting stuff on the internet, I hope you are kind enough to understand that. Thank you!

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.