Anonymous Venting for Mental Health and Emotional Support

firstly, thank you for all the comments on my last post! your words really helped :). here's an update. unsure if this is positive or negative? i need help with determining that.

anyway, a lot of you suggested i talk to him about it, so i did. i told him about how i felt sidelined and neglected, and i reinforced my boundaries with him. i also asked him what he thought about breaking up. because a lot of you also told me to think about whether this relationship was worth the mental war. imo, i really want this to work out, but at the same time, if he won't change i won't burden myself and i'll break up with him.

honestly, i expected him to agree. but he actually didn't want to, and even begged me to stay. he asked me what he could do to fix this, and it honestly pmo because i've told him about 4-5 times already about how i feel when he treats his FP more like a lover than he treats me. i wonder if it's my fault for not communicating it clearly, but he also confessed that he was worried he would be bothering me whenever he reached out first (because i'm in uni and stuff, so i get pretty busy from time to time).

i reassured him that i didn't mind him reaching out first, and that it actually made me really happy when he did. and he also apologised for making me feel neglected, and promised to do better. keep in mind that everytime i talked to him about this in the past, he said the same apologies and i'll do betters, but this time he sounded more desperate (maybe because i asked about breaking up?)

now he's giving me a lot of attention. which i like, but it just feels awkward if you get what i mean. it feels like this attention is only because he doesn't want to lose me. also, he told me he stopped talking to his FP, but last night i caught him calling with his FP for the entire night after telling me he couldn't go on a date with me.

i am unsure of how to go on with this situation. my friends say enough is enough and i should let him go, but i feel like sometimes he really does try and that small effort shouldn't be ignored. should i break up, should i try talking to him again or should i wait and see what happens?

So, here's the deal!!! I've been grappling with this feeling of not being attracted to anyone!!! Like, anyone at ALL!!! It's not that I've turned into some emotionless robot or lost the ability to appreciate a good Netflix series with a captivating lead actor; it's just that when it comes to the realm of attraction, I feel like I'm floating in some sort of void!!! Is there a term for this in the emotional intelligence handbook??? Maybe I missed the memo at the last group therapy session!!! The funny thing is, this isn't one of those existential crises where I ponder the meaning of life or explore the depths of some philosophical abyss - nah, it's much simpler than that and perhaps less dramatic!!! Gotta love the simplicity of life sometimes, eh???

Even when faced with the seemingly omnipresent societal pressure to "find someone special," it's like I'm holding the Hogwarts Express ticket to nowhere!!! Maybe I'm surfing through a dry spell in the emotional attraction department, or it's just that my internal radar's been jammed!!! Anyone else in the same canoe??? Because, honestly, I'm ready to trade stories like battle-hardened veterans of the romantic war zone!!! "Houston, we have a problem!", I jokingly say to myself!!! Is there a manual for this stuff, or did IKEA forget to include it with life's assembly instructions??? Yet, strangely, I'm not worried at all!!! It’s like I’ve read somewhere, "Not all those who wander are lost," a Tolkien gem!!! So, perhaps this phase, albeit perplexing, has a purpose, maybe self-discovery rather than chasing heartbeats!!! Ah well, guess I'll continue to navigate this peculiar territory like a semi-curious, half-exasperated detective until the plot thickens, bringing unforeseen revelations and maybe a snippet of insight!!! Until then, cheers to the void - it’s oddly liberating, don’t you think???

Im not too big of a writer so dont mind the grammar stuff.

I have too many thoughts going on rn. idk where to start ig ill start with my love life thoughts

I like this guy, I have had crush on this guy for like 5 yrs. ikr crazy. i don't feel like im meant to be loved. i hate thinking that about myself but i genuinely cant help it. his ex's are so pretty. they are prettier than me. they are skinnier than me. they are more confident than me. i can go on. whenever i see them, i feel jealousy(?), or idk i get mad. not at them but at myself. they didnt do anyhing wrong, they just exist and happen to at some point be his gf. im so stupid. my crush and i actually had a 1hr long convo (or idk maybe it wasnt 1hr long but it felt long). idk how the stars aligned that day. truly a miracle. we laughed alot, talked about diff things. it was fun. but u see im a bit stupid. he talks to every girl like that. and now that i think about it. that convo was just a simple convo between 2 people. he talks to his friends (who r girls). he teases them (in a way friends do). he sits with them. he plays games with them. ( its their friend group that consists fo like 4 guys and 4 girls). those girls are just normal friends to him. im good friends with those girls too (good enough that they invited me to their weddings) but im not a part of their group. i get jealous of them sometimes, seeing how he talks to them, teases them, etc. we never talked ever (except the time i told u about rn) even when we were in working in groups too. i do wish i get to talk to him again. ik we arent meant to be so ill just have fun like this. btw idk how to talk to guys ha ha ha. that could be the root of the problem.

i actually have never dated anyone. ever. ever. ive had alot of crushes but never ever talked to them. never. no one has ever confessed to me ever. no guys has ever been my friend, ever. ive friends around me in a relationship, married, getting proposals left and right. truly happy for them. i celebrated all of it with them. but idk. ig i get fomo. im studying a 5yr long degree. im about to graduate in less than a year. i shoudlve had atleat one confession, mannn. even my mother once asked me "why doesn't anyone like you?" idk man. i really dk. maybe im just not meant to be loved and i think im accepting that slowly.

ik people say all that fun stuff like just wait, have patient. the right perosn will come when you least expect it blah blah. that stuff was comforting in the beginning, but not anymore. kinda became desensitized to it.

sometimes i just sit and wonder, why on earth do i keep pushing people away? like, seriously, it's maddening. i've got a bunch of pals, some even from way back in childhood, you know. but then, one day i just wake up and suddenly, poof, I've vanished into thin air, hiding from everyone. what's up with that? we're all human, right? it just doesn't make any sense. i mean, it's not like i don't enjoy chilling with them, sharing a good laugh or grabbing a pizza from that cool joint we all love. on the contrary, those are the moments you live for, aren't they? yet, despite all the fun times, i still find myself creeping back into my solitary shell. maybe it's something about feeling exposed or vulnerable? or is it the overwhelming pressure of maintaining connections? ugh, who knows.

just the other day, my friend max was like, "dude, where have you been hiding? we miss you!" and i couldn't even come up with a solid answer. sure, i threw a lame excuse their way, but deep down, i know it's a load of rubbish. i'm sure some of y'all must have felt this at some point. it's like my brain has a mind of its own, deciding i'm better off alone, like some sort of hermit or something. it's a classic case of self-sabotage, isn't it? could it be fear of getting hurt or maybe just laziness? because let's face it, keeping up with social obligations can be exhausting! but when i take a step back, i have to ask myself, is the solitude really worth losing all those great people who actually care about you?🤷‍♂️

i remember reading somewhere "the hardest prison to escape is in your own mind," and boy, isn't that the truth! i know it's all in my head, but how do you break the cycle? i find myself engaged in these endless arguments with myself, tossing ideas back and forth but getting nowhere. it's like trying to solve a rubik's cube blindfolded—utterly frustrating. do any of you have the secret formula to break the spell? sometimes, i wonder if it's just a phase, like a fad that everyone grows out of, or maybe it's just who i am. but hey, there's got to be hope, right? they say, "where there's a will, there's a way," so i guess i'll just keep searching for that elusive way.

we live in a world where being social is practically part of the human condition, yet here i am fighting tooth and nail against it. is it just me, or does anyone else have that 'meh' feeling about going out sometimes? like, the couch and a good movie just seem way more appealing than a crowded bar with people you barely know. but then again, isn't balance key? i'm not advocating for a total withdrawal from the social scene, but is there a middle ground where one doesn't feel suffocated by interactions or loss at every turn? try as i might to find that sweet spot, i end up in social limbo—caught between wanting to connect and yearning for solitude;

the eternal struggle, am i right? at the end of the day, maybe the trick is admitting there's a problem and then doing something about it. they say the first step is the hardest, but once it's done, you're on your way. so here's to finding that balance and not letting life's complexities drive us into hiding. we all deserve to have those meaningful connections that make life richer, even if it means stepping out of our comfort zones every now and then. life is too short to spend it dwelling in isolation, don't you think? maybe it's time to take max up on that invite and actually show up for once. maybe changing the narrative, changing the script to finally answer this maddening question: why do i isolate myself from everyone?

I have quite the temper and I get mad at the slightest provocation okay, and everyone in my family knows that.

They love to get on my nerves and when I get mad they would say stuff like why would you fall for it, and why are you like this. Basically questioning my reaction.

I've failed to take my motorcycle license 3 times if I'm not wrong. The first time I failed I've only driven a motorcycle three times. She rushed me to take the test because my cousin was ready to take it. We took it together. My cousin already knew how to ride long before me and I learned on the first day. When I failed and he passed my mom wouldn't talk to me. same as the other 2 failure.

I didn't want to continue because it's a waste of money if I keep failing. Now she wants me to take a car license and I don't want to. Everyone kept on making fun of me and said stuff that offended me. I got mad and didn't want to talk back because I didn't want to scream and shout like I did before. (I'm on a journey to change) Now I would isolate myself from others when I'm mad to cool myself down. But they don't like that either sheesh.

After that I was brushing my teeth in the kitchen and my sister asked me to move because she needed something from the rack above the sink. I did then she went away so I continued to brush my teeth and suddenly she shoved my face with her arm. I asked what her problem was and she just said I told you to move.

okay at that point I was already overstimulated with all the things going on and she just had to make it worse. and I'm on the verge of just lashing out at everybody. Please I need advice on anything that I can do to keep a calm composure

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.

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.

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 grew up in a very religious family where our faith has always guided our lives and choices. The teachings I’ve known my whole life tell me that being gay is wrong, and yet, I feel these undeniable attractions that make me question everything. I’ve tried to push it down, to change, to pray it away, but it’s always there, a part of me I can’t ignore.

I don’t know how to reconcile my beliefs with who I am. It feels like every day, I’m torn between two worlds: the expectations of my family and faith, and the reality of my own heart. Am I wrong for feeling this way? Is this something I can change, or should I even try? I’ve heard so many opinions, but deep down, I just want to know if I can truly be at peace with both my faith and myself.

If anyone has gone through something similar, or if you have advice, I’d really appreciate hearing from you. I feel so lost and alone in this struggle, and I just need someone to help me see a way through this.