Anonymous Venting for Mental Health and Emotional Support

It was an unstable relationship—I was 29, she was 39.

She proved to be quite immature and inconsistent throughout the relationship, to the point of breaking up with me over the phone three times. The first time was entirely because I forgot to book a trip she’d been mentioning for months, and I had a lot of unresolved issues in my life to deal with.

On our first date at the motel, she was already making little jokes about pregnancy, and I set boundaries. When I set boundaries for the third time, she played the victim, saying she felt insecure.

She went through my entire Instagram and WhatsApp to see if I was chatting with other girls, and she always brought it up. I proved to her beyond a shadow of a doubt that it was just her and me, but I couldn’t see her messages to a certain extent.

In her circle of friends, she’d introduce me to everyone as her “trophy,” like, “Look at my hot new guy.”

She always insisted on paying for everything, and that bothered me so much that I put my foot down and said, “Either we split it or I’ll pay,” and she’d just reply, “We’ve already talked about this.”

She always gave me gifts, and I did the same, but in front of everyone, with flowers and chocolates.

I made future plans with her, like egg freezing, etc., because of the age difference, but her biggest concern was getting breast implants in the middle of the year.

She had a 17-year-old son; the boy didn’t talk to his father but really liked me—he missed me.

She often outsourced our intimate “crisis” moments to her friends; she was always the one who paid for everything when we went out, and I always warned her about fake friendships, like, “Try saying you're screwed—let's see who your real friends are.”

Twice she made up stories that so-and-so and what’s-his-name had sent her flirty messages; one was from a mutual acquaintance. I asked three times to see the messages, and her answers were evasive: “You didn’t want to see them before, so I’m not going to show you now,” “Oh, I’ll delete the messages,” “Oh, I’ve already sorted things out with him.”

Once at a party, that same guy she used to make me jealous came up to both of us and asked, “So, are we going to the motel?”

The ending was even worse and tragic; I felt used. What hurts the most is the disappointment—I had made plans for the future. I had to block her on Instagram for a while to give myself some space, and she was extremely offended. I was already talking to another girl on the phone, and that same day she called me 19 times asking me to fuck her, sent me a photo of the motel room key, and I went there.

She was completely out of her mind, dancing on the bed, I think she had the whole plan figured out. Before she called me to the hotel, her son called me and said, “Take care of my mom, don’t let her get home too late because she’s really drunk.” Before anything started, she looked me in the eyes and asked, “You haven’t slept with anyone, not even a little kiss?” I told the truth and was honest and said no.

I asked her the same thing; she said she hadn’t been with anyone, and then there was sex, kissing on the mouth, “I miss you” this and “I love you” that. Finally, she turned and grabbed her phone—all I could see was a male contact with the name and in the middle of a conversation full of hearts and emojis, she turned to me and said, “Yeah, on the day 8th I hooked up with a cop at the bar. He drove me home, and I had sex with him in the car.”

So I told her, “Why did you call me here? To humiliate me? Here’s what you do: don’t call me, just stay with him,” and she’s been blocked ever since. I got out of the Uber, just said goodbye, and asked her son if she had arrived. She blocked me from everything and only has my parents’ contact info. She’s all dressed up now. I saw a quick glimpse of her on a friend’s story at a party with what looked like a guy next to her—to the point where I went out to check if the guy was better or worse than me.

The six months we were together, the advice I gave her son seems to have been completely disregarded. What hurts me the most is that I’m suffering while she’s out there enjoying herself, looking beautiful, carefree, and loose, with new clothes, all dressed up as if nothing had happened.

She’s blocked me, and I’m not going back. I just feel used.

And I’m the sucker—while I’m depressed, she’s out there enjoying life, showing total disregard for me. Her friends didn’t like me; they’d say things like, “Oh, you really don’t bring any luck.”

“What are you doing with this guy? You two are totally incompatible,” and she’d reply, “He treats me like a princess.”

But something tells me that one day she’ll look back and realize what a mess she made—or maybe not…

I’ve already cut ties and won’t be coming back. She blocks me, then unblocks me sometimes on WhatsApp. Today I’m keeping her blocked, and she’s keeping me unblocked.

I don't know what she's trying to achieve with this, but ever since that day at the motel—as I mentioned in the comments above—she's been blocked, and she'll stay that way.

Two months later, she's already with someone else. I feel used, like a fool, like I wasted my time and put all my trust in a rotten person. It hurts a lot; while I'm struggling, she's doing just fine.

She pulled that whole revenge stunt at the motel because I blocked her on Instagram and explained that I needed some time to myself, and she didn’t get it. She said, “OH, SO YOU JUST HAD TO SILENCE ME,” called me a jerk, and said I’d been badmouthing her around because I mentioned to a mutual friend that she’d abandoned me when I needed her most.

My parents have her on WhatsApp and Instagram, and sometimes I slip up and go check her out. It’s so painful to see someone living their life normally as if nothing had happened; I feel discarded, used.

I saw a story from that mutual friend who spread the gossip, and she was apparently already sitting at a table talking to what looked like a guy. I feel so bad that I’ve been monitoring the city surveillance camera in front of her house to see if she’ll show up with someone.

Please help me bc i'm suffering.

I had a fight with my man last night. Because i saw in his search bar on facebook that he search some girls, but he said he didn’t do that and when i look at the search bar its not there anymore. So i told him you delete and he said yes i did because i don’t like seeing shits there. And for me the sound suspicious and then he said that message this girl so you would know that we don’t message each other but using my account like his account. But I didn’t listen, i message her in my account then he become furious, angry he kick wall and punch it because he said that im ruining there families reputation because that girl is a friend of his sister at the same time like him before. But the point is that his concern is his reputation and his family. I told him that it seems like youre protecting her feelings. He said no its more of the family. I thought of deleting the message but he wouldn’t let me.he took my phones from me and he said when she responds we are through. He’s going to break up with me. And then i keep on reaching out and asking my phone. He keeps on pushing me hard. And finally he seated down and i ask my phone again and he snap again and shouted at me. I turn around and saw our photo that he printed. I couldn’t help myself but rip it off because i am already very hurt its like the table turn, im supposed to be the one you get upset because of his search bar. And after i rip it off when he saw me he pulled my hair from the back so hard. I was shocked. He said why did you rip off the photo that is my dream (the photo is AI generated photo of us with wedding dress and suit) Do you think i still have to stay with him after this happened and give him a chance ?

I need advice, and I’m going to explain this as clearly and honestly as I can.

Over a year ago, I was sexually assaulted and coerced and pressured into sex by my boyfriend’s best friend. I was terrified. I felt ashamed, scared I wouldn’t be believed, and scared of what would happen if I told the full truth at the time he was my landlords son. When my boyfriend confronted me about it after the best friends mom said me and him hooked up, I panicked and initially denied it. I was scared of losing everything. Later, I told him the truth — that it wasn’t cheating, that I was assaulted — but by then the damage was already done in his mind.

Part of why I was so afraid to speak up was the living situation I was in at the time. I was in an environment where I didn’t feel fully safe or secure, and I genuinely believed that if I caused “drama” or accused someone, it would blow everything up. I had already experienced moments where, when I tried to say I was uncomfortable or being treated poorly, it got brushed off. There were multiple situations that made me feel unsafe. He had harassed me for a week and a half asking for pictures and videos of me personally. And kept texting me and pushing for me to do things with him until I finally even because I didn't think I could say no. But before the harassment started, we were watching a show. This is the first time he was being friendly with me. He was always hostile towards me and I'd fallen asleep and I remember waking up to him touching me and I remember hearing and making noises and I didn't know what to do or how to say what happened and I froze because that's his best friend and my landlord's son and I didn't know what to do because of the many situations I was in. I didn't think I could speak up because I didn't know if anyone would actually believe me.

One of them was when his best friend threw a glass bottle next to my head. It exploded in my face and glass shards hit me and covered my bed. My boyfriend was sitting right in front of me when it happened. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t react. His best friend didn’t apologize. He just started cleaning up the glass like nothing happened — while I was sitting there in shock after being hit in the face with shattered glass. Moments like that taught me that speaking up didn’t change anything. It made me feel small and unprotected.

I felt like if I said no too strongly, or accused him outright, I wouldn’t be believed. I felt like I could be blamed. I was scared of retaliation. I was scared of losing where I was staying. Anytime something happened that the best friend didn't like the next day I was getting threatened to get kicked out and at the time I had nowhere else to go. I couldn't afford a place and I wasn't in contact with my family at all so I felt like I couldn't do anything I was scared of being painted as the problem. So I froze. And freezing is not the same as consenting — but fear doesn’t always look loud.

Recently, everything exploded. He said I crossed boundaries by texting him repeatedly after he said he didn’t want to talk, and by reaching out to his manager who I thought was a friend of mine when I was panicking after being ignored for three days. He told me we were completely done. He blocked me on everything. He said what hurt him most was that I didn’t tell the truth immediately when he first confronted me.

At the same time, he says he still loves me but can’t be with me. He told someone else that blocking me would “help me,” and that the way I am now would only “ruin” me. He believes I cheated. I did not. I was raped. Another girl was too. He believes her, but he doesn’t believe me.

Now I’m left feeling abandoned, confused, and questioning everything. We were together for six years. Six years of history, memories, and building a life. And it ended with me being blocked and shut out without a real conversation.

To make everything harder, I recently found out I’m pregnant. I’m waiting on blood work to confirm, but tests have come back positive. He doesn’t know. He has me blocked and has made it clear he doesn’t plan on unblocking me.

I’m not posting this to attack anyone. I’m posting because I genuinely don’t know what to do next. I don’t know how to process losing someone I loved while also carrying the weight of being assaulted and not believed. I don’t know how to move forward with the pregnancy situation if it’s confirmed. I don’t know how to heal from being told I crossed boundaries when I was spiraling and hurting.

If anyone has been through something similar — being assaulted and not believed, losing a long-term relationship this way, or navigating a pregnancy in the middle of emotional chaos — I would really appreciate advice.

Please be kind. I’m trying to hold myself together. I can't really go and hang out with friends and plan things because all of my friends are my ex's and they've all cut me off and blocked me because of the situation I plan on finally reporting what happened but I don't know how to because there's no evidence of what happened. The best one was actually pretty smart and would only text me on Snapchat or disappearing messages on Instagram and I just need advice on how to deal with everything and what to do to move on and figure this out

so lately ive been overly stressed and apparently ive lost 14 pounds because of it. for reference, im around the age of 13-17, and i'm around 5'9 (in ft.). my original weight was 153 and ive dropped down to 139. this is mostly just to not eating and stuff, it worries me but i still feel as i need to lose more weight. although, ive already experienced negatives, like always being tired even when ive gotten hours of sleep, getting dizzy when standing or stretching, and ive passed out twice in the past due to this issue. is there anyone that has any tips for me to either lose weight healthily, or just see myself in a better light?

I've just started using this app, so I'm still figuring it out, and I'm sorry if my English isn't that good, it's not my first language.

I don't know who to tell or how to handle it, but lately I've been really stressed and I feel weird. My chest aches all day and doesn't seem to stop. I think part of it is because of school. I live in Switzerland and attend the so-called "Gymnasium." It's a pretty hard and challenging school. Lately, I've been feeling scared. I'm currently on holiday, but I start shaking and feel like I'm suffocating when I just think about going back. I haven't had the best experiences, a few weeks ago, my teacher humiliated me in front of the whole class. We had to do a group presentation and used ChatGPT because we didn't have enough time. He started calling me stupid and incapable of finishing school, and he continued to mock me. It was embarrassing, and he refused to let me sit back down; he kept me in the front of the class as he went on calling me stupid, saying I don't even understand shit about what's going on. And one thing you all must know: I'm a huge crybaby and really sensitive, so I had to sit in class for 40 minutes trying not to cry. Something like that happened again, I just get screamed at and humiliated even though I try my best. I feel scared to go back and make mistakes. Another reason is the huge amount of exams. I feel like my parents paid so much, so I can't disappoint them. It's all gotten so much that I feel too scared to study, go to school, or write exams. I also came across the thought that if I just killed myself, it would all be gone and everything would be better. This thought didn't cross my mind for the first time, I always struggle with it, but recently it's been getting more frequent, and I'm really damn scared of it. The feeling of not being good enough, the thoughts, the stress, they make me exhausted. I only sleep, barely eat, and I've started losing a lot of hair, like chunks come out as soon as I brush it once. I don't know what to do or how to make it stop; it just hurts so, so much. And even though my issues might seem like minor issues to you, I'm really struggling, especially since I can't talk to anyone. When I feel overwhelmed and cry, my parents scream at me, no hug, nothing, and threaten to take me out of school, saying I'm mentally unstable (as an insult) and that no one would want me like this. It hurts. I can't go to my mom or my friends when I need support. So if you guys have any tips on how I can handle all this, it would be nice if you could tell me.

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.