Anonymous Venting for Mental Health and Emotional Support

I've been thinking about this a lot, and I just need to get it out there: Can dogs have eating disorders? I know it sounds strange at first, but hear me out. Our furry friends have emotions too, don't they??? And if that's the case, could they possibly suffer from psychological issues related to food, just like humans can?

I have a dog named Bella. She's adorable and very lovable, yet her relationship with food has always puzzled me. Sometimes she'll refuse to eat anything for days (she's not sick according to the vet) and then suddenly gobbles up everything in sight. It's bewildering!!! You can imagine how much I've worried over her changing habits; I'm no stranger to midnight brain-storming sessions where you question everything.

I've read somewhere that animals may exhibit signs reminiscent of human eating disorders... Excessive food intake, refusal to eat altogether, anxiety behaviors around meal times-they all seem interconnected? But are we anthropomorphizing our pets here or is there something more profound going on?

I'm no expert in veterinary sciences or animal behavior dynamics; still, it's crucial for us as pet owners to understand them better. They say love knows no bounds--Our responsibility towards them should mirror that unwavering commitment.

So there's my 3 AM vent... Has anyone else here dealt with this perplexity before? What did you find out? Have you seen behavioral shifts tied specifically towards consumption patterns??? Thankful for any insights.

I don't know what I'm doing in that office. I want to leave and never come back because I'm fed up with them. I always have to put up with one thing after another, always settle for sad shortcomings, with their nonsense, their pressure tactics, taking advantage of the fact that I won't say a word. I'm tired of their mistakes. Where on earth is their education? Their civic engagement? Their appreciation for knowledge? Or do they just think they know everything about what they already know? For God's sake, they're people who are nothing but accumulating knowledge and nothing more. They don't question anything, they use completely outdated language, they follow sad trends purely for petty political maneuvering. I'm tired of that office, and it calls itself a university when all I see is a smokescreen at the expense of equally corrupt politics. They're people who make a living by embellishing things when I don't see any examples. Where the hell are the examples? Where on earth are the citizens practicing their civic duty? I don't think they know what that means. I don't think they know anything about being with others because they only seek to change things. They don't know how to coexist, they don't know how to negotiate. I'm tired of putting up with them. I'm tired of them living their lives at the expense of me being unable to say anything, at the expense of cornering others. What on earth is wrong with these people? How on earth can the state allow a company like this, for God's sake? They may be very academic and all that, which they do brilliantly, but only for the people who aren't critical, who happen to be the same academics in the community. It's pointless to talk to them because they don't know anything about criticism; they only know how to keep silent, maintain groups, and give orders. They don't know what it means to be an academic, they don't even know how to plan an event that suits the people, but rather their community, the purpose of which is education. I hope, for God's sake, they find any excuse, for the love of God, let it be so, to get me fired because I have no reason to put up with their betrayal of the country. Why don't I associate with people who are for the country? Who strengthen it? Who inspire it? But I don't think even my friends will understand this conversation in any way; perhaps they'll grasp it, but that's one thing, and the ingrained practices are another. There are no citizens, no country, nothing, so where am I? Where do I stand? I am completely abandoned, naturally, by the system, which, because it believes I have no one else to consult, thinks I'll just let them manipulate me, that I won't get ahead, that I won't know what happened, when that was never the point. It's about opening oneself up to the diverse experiences that have occurred, along with everything that entails, in order to address them or remain grounded, through actions that safeguard one's space. It's there that one can operate, not through imposing or invasive methods. It's just a matter of luck that a beast will awaken, as happened with my boss when he thought I'd never make him see the significance of his abandonment of me in the other place. But I don't think he, being an educator, can even see that. For the first time, I feel I'm not dealing with prepared people, despite their academic degrees and all. I don't feel they're prepared; I feel they're clumsy. I have every right to speak this way. They claim to be prepared to serve society when they know the least about being in it. But the problem is that later, they'll surely voice their doubts to see if a grimace or something will indicate, for God's sake, some reference that has nothing to do with the grimace, even though there are scientific studies on the matter. Personally, I'm the only one who deserves to be in the community and hold a relevant position, but I definitely can't do it alone. It means taking on an entire system, and I'm not in the mood for that. I just know that their way of life permeates my work, it overwhelms me. The last thing I do there is work, because being a citizen, the foundation, isn't reinforced at all. They don't care about who's fulfilling their obligations, but rather who fits in with them, for God's sake. They're completely unaware, because they don't care, of what they fit in with, and then they go around complaining about why life doesn't treat them the way they want, when it's precisely through this social engagement that they sustain themselves, mobilize, and develop their visions. That's it. They don't care about their visions, about a foundation, about establishing themselves.

I keep writing, and I don't know why. At least I'm realizing what I can say to them, but I can't do more than that. For God's sake, I don't want to think about them at all. I have no interest in talking to them. They're not capable, not even in a million, of holding a conversation. I don't see them as capable of anything other than making the world the way they please, forcing things, and acting like they're the kings of discourse, when in fact they're not. There's no coexistence based on principles.

Coexistence here is based solely on conflict, stemming from the group dynamic of denying appearances—it's the last straw. I don't live in a society governed by laws, but by things I don't know where they get them from; comparing them to animals is ridiculous. They operate on the principle that nothing will be said so that everything is alright. I'm tired of having to adapt to something I absolutely shouldn't have to, for God's sake. I don't want them to think about me, I don't want them to. They'll only ask questions to control me without realizing it. I don't want to be with them; they're not worthy of me. To put it bluntly, I only want to be with citizens. I don't feel that even my friend has that civic spirit; she's probably up to something, I don't know what. I don't feel I can be with them. They live by the rules, but nothing more. I'm fed up with them, absolutely. I can't even look them in the face. And of course, they dwell on what wasn't done and what was done, always looking for the opposite, only to fail when they fail again. They just try to distance themselves from the situation, all because they don't develop according to principles.

It's absolutely disgusting to see my friend, who can't be with me, can't sit with me, without coming up with the excuse that it's because of work. She's simply dragged along by it, while I'm struggling to navigate it all. She doesn't take responsibility, she doesn't do anything about what's happening in her life. Instead, she abandons what she doesn't know how to do, and what she does know, well, that's all she can do, but without going any further. They are extremely limited in their approach; they don't develop their potential, only focus on rhetoric. I don't know what I'm doing in that office. I ask myself that every day. I wonder what I'm doing in my own country when everywhere I go, it's excluded, and I'm excluded too. Whether they care or not—and they should care, if they're even in it—they're hurting me. But all they know is their own interests, pure and simple domination. I'm tired of being disappointed. I wish I didn't have to see the people who claim to be from my country, who say this is their homeland, but their actions tell a different story. Just like my boss, who is the very image of someone who cares about the pain of others at the expense of his own reputation. A truly wretched man, an abuser of other people's suffering, and that's exactly what the people are fed up with. He also creates an internal tyranny that we all have to endure because of what he does. Definitely, there's no worse individual in the world, by God, than a tyrant, and we're all fed up with tyrants in my country now.

I feel so exhausted by life that I don't feel like doing anything, and I don't want to rest. I feel like I have so much to discover, so much to do. I'm getting fed up with seeing content on social media. I want to see what other people think, what other people have done—and I mean good, excellent, wonderful people, not these content creators who, personally, I feel do nothing but create profiles, for goodness sake! It's exciting to see them at first, but the thing is, you realize later that they're not making any contribution, not in terms of language or anything like that. They don't offer any insight, and I don't feel like they're helping me diversify, which is what I'm truly satisfied with. I've recently started following the content of a friend's boss, and personally, as well as my friend's, which I had to access through legal third-party apps, but it's still not the same. It's boring, bitter, and I feel like I have no reason to be there. Their content doesn't offer me anything; it only lets me see their lives, and that's exactly what I never want to be. I categorically feel that I have nothing to do outside of my own life. I don't even like the content posted by a friend of mine, who's also in the same group as the other friend I mentioned. I feel like I have no business being there; I feel like their lives aren't mine. We don't share the same understanding of life under any circumstances. I feel completely tired, exhausted. I feel like I need real authors, people who measure up, like those figures in history who truly presented a fantastic way of seeing the world, who touched hearts. These people, on the other hand, don't do that. They claim to be different, but they aren't. They're not different at all. They just try to be agreeable, to be different from others in terms of feelings, through gestures, but that doesn't translate into words. I'm not happy with my friend, the first one I mentioned, because she doesn't bother to find words to express what she feels. Instead, she leaves me with nothing, with her being unfinished, doing absolutely nothing, unlike me, who's always fussing and fussing over my own definitions. What good is a friend like that to me? I don't feel she's worth it. I don't like her because she doesn't make the effort of her life; instead, she puts a burden on me, and I don't like that. The same goes for another friend. Why do I have to deal with these issues, this inability to develop words? Why weren't their lives ready for me? Weren't they ready for something like this? For a new relationship? And what's it to me? Personally, I'm tired of acting as their parents and I should leave them because they don't seek the tools to keep up with their conversations. I can't believe I'm still with them, tolerating these deficiencies. Good heavens, what kind of life have I created for myself with people like this? Personally, I struggle to keep from falling because they add an extra burden to my life, and I don't want a burden. I want people by my side, people who are developing their language skills, who allow their creativity to flourish. It's not my fault they haven't sought a way to find those support systems.

I'm finally emerging from a feeling of being stuck in a rut that had persisted for months and months. These girls, my friends—the first one I mentioned and another I didn't mention in the previous post—have been a real blow to me. I wasn't expecting them; I hadn't prepared my life for them. I've been putting in so much effort to be the best version of myself, and they only offer verbal support and nothing more. Who knows if they're even aware of it? I'm tired of dwelling on it. I just want to distract myself with something else, but I feel incomplete, always incomplete. There's always this feeling I have to satisfy, precisely because I feel like I have to carry the weight of their lives. I have to visualize where we are completely, so I can truly see them, understand them to the best of my ability. I feel like my life is dedicated to them, to these girls, and that leaving them would be sabotaging their efforts. These girls are already draining me of my life, something my parents couldn't do. I feel like it's the worst thing they've ever done to me, but it's precisely because of seeing them in such a terrible state, abandoned, being one of those who, because of them, couldn't afford to, had to leave them behind. And that's not what it's about. Back then, those circumstances weren't right, but now they are. I don't feel comfortable around these girls, truly. I feel like I'm never up to the task. In fact, I feel like it's unattainable for me, because I can't really see them. My only goal is to establish myself as a citizen, but those are things they know, mainly them, even though they see them.

It's embarrassing to have friends—friends I call friends—who have me blocked, for God's sake. What kind of friendships are these? How is it possible that to view their accounts they have to look through third parties and not through their own accounts? Why on earth do I have to be kept out of it when I've achieved things with them that surely no one else has done, thought of, or dared to do? I don't feel comfortable. I want to fall asleep forever, but there's always this anxiety, this need to do something that at least pleases them, that at least results from concrete and specific contact between us on my part. But that's precisely the problem: they weren't taught to value that, only to be subjected to impositions, absolutely not. Therefore, they understand that this is what they must maintain, for that specific reason. Well, if it's possible, it's because something is keeping it going, it's true, but it's at the cost of a lot of effort. I don't feel any support whatsoever. Why do I have friends who aren't able to support me? It's because if they did, they'd touch on something they shouldn't, since I've already met all their expectations, and supposedly no one does that for them. I feel like I have to eavesdrop on their conversations to see what conclusions they draw about me, those conversations that stem from our interactions. Time really does fly by; I hadn't realized it. Between leaving and coming back, it feels like everything is happening so fast, like it's been nonstop. Well, writing is a bit of a break because it allows me to express myself, but my gestures are completely unpracticed. Nonverbal communication isn't my strong suit. Well, it's something that happens naturally, it's essential, it's fundamental, and it really does require practice.

And wow, it's humiliating to like my friend's boss's social media posts, but it's my only way to access some of those lives, to see what they're all about, because I don't really know what they're like, what they're like. I only know the people in my department, and it's awful. They're not people of achievement, they're not people of reach, they're people of perpetual failure and bitterness. At least my friend there, her boss, and others, have a life that's perhaps more active, driven by success, achievements, sustenance, doing something with that lack, doing office work, not necessarily the main focus, the center of their lives, as it is in my department, and in fact, they try to absorb others by any means necessary. They're monsters in my department, they don't even know how to communicate with each other, they don't know how to hold formations, and they act like they own the place. At least my friend's department isn't full of downtrodden people, but in spirit, they certainly are. My boss has nothing to offer me, no role model, not even a professional profile. He's a complete failure, and I don't want him in my life anymore. He really took advantage of the illusion he created with me, without giving a second thought to the whole situation. I no longer have anyone I can look up to, observe, or admire; I only have myself to rely on. What a failure my relationship with my boss was. I thought it would be different.

I hope the category I chose is okay. This whole year I’ve been struggling for the first time in my life with depression. Not just feeling down but actually depression. Where thoughts of kms pop into my head and when they do they aren’t scary.

I’m so lonely. I have a partner but I don’t have any friends. I can’t seem to make friends. My family does not reach out to me. I have a full-time job but even there I don’t feel close to or really interact with anyone. I know that this loneliness is my fault.

I became so desperate for attention that I tried PAYING someone to GAF. And even then I don’t receive attention that I need. I don’t want to ask for it I want people to WANT to talk to me, to do stuff with me, to hang out with me. My partner comes home from work and is tired and wants to unwind with playing games which is not an unfair thing to want at all, I understand and accept that. But that doesn’t help me feel less lonely.

My love language is physical touch and I crave this so bad. To be wanted. To be desired. To feel beautiful. I don’t know what to do anymore. I don’t want to die but I can’t go on with this loneliness much longer. Anytime I talk to my partner about this I end up feeling worse. I have started treatment to get help but it’s not leading anywhere and I’m located in the US where it’s so hard to find mental health care. I tried using a crisis line but it’s AI run so I didn’t feel better with it and ended up just abandoning the chat. I’m so lost. I’m so lonely. I just needed to rant to someone…..

im in college now and of course i got roommates. i was really close with one of them but we fought. i was also close with the other two. let's call the girl that i fought with ella. so we needed to do a group project.

In our group there's a guy that i never ecen talked to before. he wanted to borrow our tablet. i have one and ella have on too. our group have 4 people. ne, the guy, ella and my other rommate.

ella was close to the guy and she was pestering me for 3 days straight asking to use my tablet. i don't like sharing my stuff with strangers especially if it's expensive stuff. so i was in a bad mood on the day of the meeting. we discuss the project at the cafe.

i was clearly in a bad mood and my other teammate (roommate- lucy) came and saw me in a bad mood and she decided to ask everyone in front of me what's my problem because i didn't smile at her, which made me more emotional i guess.

then in our room when everyone is back, i didn't talk to anyone just minding my business. when i went out to go to the toilet i heard lucy crying and calling her parents because i didn't smile at her. because unfortunately i have to smile at her 247. saying i don't know why she's like that until her mom wanted to talk to ella about what happened.

then i decided to confront everyone in the room. i was like "i just wanna say something.." then i saw ella taking off her earbuds and was gonna look but decided to put it back on and turn around. i called her another time and she ignored or maybe just didn't hear me. so i was losing my patience a little and raised my voice a bit. so the whole time yeah my intonation was a bit rude but i didn't curse or anything like that.

it escalated. i told her what i wasnt satisfied with and she kept trying to keep turning away the questions. then at one point she's trying to take control of the situation. i said you weren't even listening to what im saying. And she was like no, you didn't say why you're upset. I've been repeating it like crazy. She said explain again. And i didn't want to waste my time so i didn't.

then she said something like you mind ur own business and i mind mine. so i didn't talk to her ever. her parents are like rich i guess? now she wants to call her parents and make meeting with the "director" idk who. She kept calling her dad and friends in front of me to make sure i heard it.

so my question is, did i do her so bad that she wants to call the "director" andher parents over rhis?

i think, honestly she's mad that i didn't suck up to her or something.

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)