Anonymous Venting for Mental Health and Emotional Support

It's so stupid, thinking about this after all that happened and after all this time, but I miss my friends. I miss when we were kids and people mistook up for family. I miss when making mud cakes and playing with their cat was the most important thing we had to do. I miss we i could certainly say that they would never lie to me. I was wrong of course. But i believed It with all my heart because that was the closest i had ever been, and maybed ever will be, to someone.

And honestly, i saw It coming, I even said to their face, That i felt something was wrong. And they told me i was over thinking it.

And It was normal. We grew up. It was bound to happen eventually. But it still hurt when It actually happened. It still hurts now.

And I hate them now, and maybe they probably never even cared.

We will never be friends again. And I don't think i'll ever stop missing them. And It going to hurt everytime i meet someone even remotely similiar because i will never have that kind of connection again.

So here's the thing: I always thought that saying "If you're in love with two persons choose the second one" was some cheesy rom-com crap, something you'd find on a quote poster next to "Live Laugh Love". But dang it, maybe it's got some truth to it. A couple of months ago, I was caught up in this whirlwind drama where I had feelings for two people at the same time. Yup, exactly as messy and confusing as it sounds! It's like my heart couldn't make up its stupid mind. There was person one, who I've known forever. The kind of friend that turns into more, you know? Comforting, reliable... but maybe too predictable? And then there was person two who just swooped in all charming and exciting like a breath of fresh air. Made me feel alive with all these butterflies and stuff. Now that's what you call a plot twist!

I spent sleepless nights overthinking until my brain felt like mashed potatoes. Eventually, after weighing pros and cons like some sort of emotional calculator, I picked person one thinking 'better the devil you know', right? Big mistake! Not even weeks later did reality hit hard when all those old routines came creeping back reminding me why things never took off before; predictability kills romance folks!!!! Meanwhile person two drifted outta my life like yesterday's news leaving behind questions 'what if...?' rippling through ever since. Guess "you snooze ya lose" is fitting here huh?!

Yeah yeah hindsight is 20/20 blah blah but seriously why didn't someone shake sense into me?! All those signs staring right at ya yet ya still screw up royal style (my own personal version of love island without cameras). It's frustrating how easily comfort can blind us from genuine feelings sometimes creating this false security blanket wrapped tight around our choices convinced they're correct while deep down inside whispers tell ya otherwise.

Now I'm stuck playing catch-up trying desperately not letting regret drown everything else out coz honestly coulda-beens really suck don't they!? So lesson learned folks: trust your gut even when logic screams opposite direction coz let's face it sometimes hearts are smarter than brains anyway amirite?? Anyway good old hallmark advice wins again! Next time I'll listen... maybe...

its not good to see breast cancer clinics as an occult centre but that is what happened to my family. we were singled out and tortured by the staff who wanted to live in our street and abuse us on their drug bender. it was a church bound hospital. that was most of the problem that religion was being wrongly used for sexual depravity and decline and abuses. the crime is there's to own for life behind bars when surgeons do illegal practices and drugs and harvest abuse on the kids of the patient. i can't forgive and won't. and you can't have my house. i will charge you with illegal wrongful surgeries. as it is i had one bad medical one done on me a few years ago and they are still trying to kill me. they sexualised at my vagina and i think gave me an std that i might have to have the other side cut out where the penis poison touched i don't know why they keep doing this to me. as i have not had sex other then forced assault and its been a poophouse journey i didn't ask for . but i think i have legal rights on this and if they keep abusing me. i will talk more to a doctor about all this. cuz to go cut the other side of my vagina from 14 years ago where the other side was cut out cancer cells is a worry and so i am told you can't get stds from toilet seats and sex toys or other things that easy, its actually hard for the virus to live outside the human morphis.

Can you really have more than one love language? I mean, I get it that everyone has their own way of expressing and receiving love, but isn't it going a bit overboard to juggle between multiple ones? Listen, I'm not some relationship guru or anything, but I can't ignore the fireworks people make about these 'love languages'. We're living in an era where saying “I love you” ten different ways seems like the new normal; where an itch to receive gifts might just translate into your partner's idea of a warm hug. But man, how do you navigate through this labyrinth when there’s so much contradiction? 😅

Relationships aren't exactly my forte. Nevertheless, I've seen folks bend over backward trying to tick off every box on the love language checklist. It's chaotic seeing them bounce from words of affirmation straight to physical touch and back again. If you're whispering sweet nothings while simultaneously pulling off grand acts of service... doesn't it become exhausting rather quick? Trying so hard to be who they think you need them to be is like watching someone running a marathon at sprint pace.

The theory behind those five love languages is cool though: words of affirmation, acts of service, receiving gifts, quality time and physical touch... all neat little boxes right? They say understanding these helps build stronger connections (or whatever) but isn’t assuming everyone fits neatly into one or even worse forcing yourself into a specific category problematic in itself? Sigh... People seem so obsessed with fitting themselves into these molds as if that's gonna magically fix their relationship woes.

Not gonna lie; I'm guilty of buying into this hype too once upon a time. 🙄 Everyone's raving about how knowing each other's language can smooth things out but isn't it possible we're overcomplicating simple human affection? Isn't love supposed to be intuitive rather than instructional manual dependent? It annoys me endlessly when something beautiful becomes industrialized just because some 'expert' scribbled a bestseller.

In conclusion (if there's ever such a thing when ranting), maintaining genuine bonds shouldn't feel like deciphering ancient hieroglyphics or jumping through flaming hoops for validation! Let heart-led actions guide instead: chase authenticity over gimmicks any day! But then again... what do I know anyway?

being in the corporate world for so many years, i have realized just how easy it is to fall into the trap of emotions when you're constantly working with people. at 35, here I am wondering how to stop this frivolous cycle of falling in love with my colleagues over and over again! maybe it's the eight-hour days and endless meetings where you get drawn into their quirks which make them irresistible sometimes, or perhaps it's the camaraderie established on shared professional challenges that makes everything more intense. i mean, who wouldn't find someone attractive when they're so passionate about what they do? but there are times when professionalism should be maintained above all else and not influenced by a personal attachment.

it's really rather inconvenient for me when these feelings spark up often against reason; i keep telling myself that we must maintain clear boundaries between personal life and our work environment otherwise i'm inviting unnecessary complications within my career trajectory. maintaining this constant balance seems a hard-won battle especially since people have seamless ways of winning someone's heart without intending to! knowing fully well the repercussions it causes on my overall productivity levels during tasks or decision-making processes drives me nuts. worse still: each time i try to rationalize or suppress those butterflies in my stomach only leads towards tangled scenarios which eventually become embarrassing if mishandled! think about closing contentious deals while your heart does somersaults whenever you hear one particular voice!

someone might suggest focusing entirely on workload as distraction but there'll always be occasions such as project collaborations requiring interpersonal engagement! unfortunately attempts like avoiding any rapport beyond professionality barely lasts long enough until natural attraction reignites through little things!! simple gestures: an offer of coffee during break room conversations move beyond what could be considered friendly intentions blurring defined lines previously set...and then i'm back at square one struggling yet again determining if current scenario is just infatuation feverishness destined fizzle out soon...or genuine interest worth exploring further entertainment sake or sense plausible outcome eventual turbulence inside office walls...oh quandary!

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.

Hi so my love life has been shit and so I've written some piece. I have no prior experience in writing or anything. I just wrote whatever I wanted to and this is what i've written

BLASPHEMY

Author’s Note: This piece is my own personal story which is inspired to me by the song I love and relate, Kalapastangan by fitterkarma

“ I’ll die with a smile

As long as you are by my side

I’ll live with regret

If I couldn’t make you smile one day yet

It is blasphemy not to love you

It is madness not to think of you

If the world were to suddenly fall apart

You’re the first one I’d look for….”

If one were to ask how I feel about you, these words would always be the first to conquer my mind.

I can feel them rushing through the blood in every part of my body, engraving my soul. All my five senses; sight, hearing, smell, taste and touch, yearns for you only, only you….

How could I ever stop loving you? It’s a sin to even think of such dreadful thoughts!!!!

I wonder how much of everything was real to you? Maybe everything was fun to you, though it was never to me and will never be. I was foolish to think I ever meant something to you. My whole world crashed as I realized I’ll never be…

They are sick of hearing about you, they tell me to forget about you. But how could I ever!? One told me to admire you but how am I supposed do that only as I have always admired you from faraway…

It aches to have the thoughts of you forever disappearing from my life. It pains to let go of you.

I wish I never realized I love you…

They tell me to not overthink and I’ll be okay but what wrong have I done? Is it a sin to love someone very deeply? They don’t believe me when I tell them I’ll keep on loving you even if you don’t exist in my chapter anymore but I know for sure you’d be the one for me as long as you exist, even if years passes by…

Even though it was for short moment, I’ll keep it close to my soul for eternity. The thought of moving on, forgetting about you and falling in love with someone new genuinely kills me deep from inside. I was over the moon when you first texted me and I could feel happiness oozing out from myself during the times we spent together.

I curse the universe for this seriously. Why does the universe have to play this game to me? Ever time I wanted to forget about you, the universe would keep reminding me about you!! If only I never realized I loved you, if only you didn’t text me and met me; would I be in this much pain….

I don’t want these emotions to be fleeting, I don’t want to forget about my love for you. So, I can be reminded of this everytime if I start forgetting. If only you knew how much everything meant to me. You’d always be the one in my mind always and every passing moment, the one whom I look for amongst the places I go, knowing you’ll never be there….

I LOVE YOU “S”.

Music Credit: “Kalapastangan” by fitterkarma (lyrics translated by iyang)