Anonymous Venting for Mental Health and Emotional Support

I don't know what it is but every year I get older, I start to just dislike life and get all depressed, like another year of nothing productive. It's not that I didn't do anything productive, just not really what I wanted or where I wanna be at rn.

I graduated, I've been studying, I've been driving, I have no idea what my future will really look like, I just assume trade or tech schools. Sometimes I wonder what I really want for myself. I'm gonna be 20 next year.

Apart of me doesn't really wanna live past 20, feel like I don't have much to live for or going for me. Being in the closet makes me feel horrible, it's probably why I sext alot and date online, I have a boyfriend rn even.

It's not like I grew up poor, my parents can afford whatever I need or wanna really do. Obviously I don't know how that'll go after finding out I'm queer, since they're anti. Even after driving, it feels like I'll be shit at it forever.

I was in such a positive mindset before this, but I've just been getting a bit worse through the days. I turned 19 and my life just feels bleak, it does seem my depression is back, my parents made the day before my birthday worse by arguing and just a dysfunctional family mess. Then I have a online boyfriend I overthink about or occupies my mind, thinking he could be cheating as it's online but he's all about commitment because he has a lot of trauma but at times, its hard and I just don't know if he is committed.

I noticed that me and my dad have similar mental struggles, shows up more aggressive for him because he doesn't know how to handle it or that it exists. My dad wanted me to go to school and then work instead of work and then go to school, but I don't know, that came out of nowhere and I need time to think about it, I feel like I shouldn't jump into school becuz my dad is scared I won't be anything, I still have life ahead of me and I've been homeschool for years, I need to take things one at a time, get used to people and drive. I hope I'm just making the right choices.

My mind gets all negative about future plans, even good ones, I could potentially go to technical school next year due to my parents. I think being queer makes it hard, I feel like I shouldn't rely on my parents, I can rely on my mom a bit tho.

My brain just has been holding all these words in so it was nice to get them out. Some goals I have and actually wish to complete and what I want for myself is simple, I wanna transition, I wanna get mental help, I want money to go to a concert, and I wish to make friends. I've failed at having friends online, idk why it's hard but I want more real life friendships. Having both online friends and boyfriend at the same time sounds exhausting, I don't know how people do both but it's impressive.

I do get I'm in a trasnstional period so connections are harder. Sometimes I feel inhumane becuz of how hard it is for me to keep an online friendship, I do have online friends I grew up with, we don't talk much anymore but we follow each other, better than nothing, I would say It doesn't feel deep but knowing each other for years makes it feel opposite.

I think everything has been too much lately and tirredsome, having a boyfriend and spending time with him, thinking about my future, dysfunctional family, and birthday where I get older and overthink more. I started having suicidal thoughts again, I just don't wanna do anything and lie down, pass away and have peace.

Do nothing, self isolate, and ruin your life, so great, so fun. I wish I wasn't so mentally ill and not all that happy, I kept myself happy for two months or more but it's just going down again and my mind j like actually none of the positive things you mentioned matter.

I don't know why my mind is adverse to getting my life together, I wish I knew why and what it means, I had a similar thought in school, "I'd rather die than go to highschool" but now it's "I'd rather die than face life and try to live life".

I dislike how mature I am or how much I think, I feel like people my age don't really do that. I mean it's not something I should absolutely shame myself for, but I don't know.

I think that's the end of my rambling, I just hope I can make myself feel better soon and find at least one friend I feel close enough to talk about these things. To anyone who reads or responds, thanks for reading or responding as anything is appreciated <3

Happy birthday to me I guess 💖

For many years now I have been struggling with addiction to pornography. I have tried doing things to distract myself and even hit myself on my hand with a ruler when I disobeyed myself. My porn addiction feels like I have been turned into a puppet on strings, feeling like I am unable to do something about it even when I feel like I have tried my absolute best to get away from it. I feel like I am going to hell for being trapped by online lust. I just want to be forgiven and happy. What can I do? I feel like absolute shit and almost run dry of hope. I honestly feel scared.

I cheated and now I'm trying to pick up the pieces of my relationship. It's a mess, but I want to make things right. My partner, ironically enough, was the last person I'd ever want to hurt. Yet here we are. In a weak moment, I strayed. The reasons? Maybe boredom or a false sense of freedom during one of our 'off' times; who knows for sure? But guilt is crushing me like a weight pressing down on my chest.

It's hard admitting this kind of failure, but I'm determined not to give up yet. Yes, rebuilding trust is akin to patching a leaking boat while you're still out at sea. It’s daunting, but I’ve been reading about different strategies: open communication and consistent actions seem key. Honestly, there's something raw about facing the consequences of your own 'missteps'.

We've talked extensively over late-night calls: with moments where words failed us and only silence spoke louder than anything else could. I keep remembering that one: 'The truth is rarely pure and never simple'. It applies here; everything feels complicated with no clear road map.

I know it will take time and patience: both qualities that don't come easily when emotions run high. Friends say forgiveness works both ways; forgiving myself seems harder than getting it from them at this point! Yet optimism lingers like an unwanted guest who won’t leave.

Every morning starts fresh as I think about how much we've shared together (the dreams built side by side)and wonder if love can indeed conquer all despite human flaws 😕 There's no certainty ahead except one thing: giving it my best shot without expecting guarantees in return.

renovating a house is often seen as an exciting prospect, filled with potential for transformation and improvement. yet, it can also unravel into a complex web of unforeseen challenges that negatively impact one's life. we embarked on our renovation journey with the aspiration of creating a dream home, but it rapidly turned into a nightmare that dismantled not only our relationship but also left us financially devastated. the unexpected costs spiraled out of control and soon became unmanageable. to make matters worse, disagreements about design choices and budget priorities created further stress between my partner and me.

as the renovation progressed, our financial resources were stretched to their limits, leaving us vulnerable and insecure. despite trying various damage-control measures, nothing seemed to stem the tide of overruns that plagued us from completion delays to unexpected structural issues that needed urgent attention. living amidst constant construction took a toll on our mental health too, making it hard to see past the immediate chaos towards future benefits envisaged at the outset of this venture. now here we are almost homeless under considerable financial strain having moved back in with my parents which i never imagined would happen 😞 while trying desperately not dwell excessively on past decisions or blame each other… finding solace in knowing we're doing everything possible rectify those missteps moving forward.

Hey everyone! So, here's the thing that's been nagging at me: living with ADHD really changes the way you experience boredom, and honestly, it feels like a never-ending cycle sometimes. 😐 You know how people say everyone's got their own little quirks? Well, turns out mine involves alternating between intense bouts of hyper-focus on the weirdest things and then hitting a wall where even my favorite activities feel like watching paint dry. It's like my brain is on its own loop-de-loop rollercoaster (didn't we all love those when we were kids?), but now the ride's gone rogue and forgotten there's supposed to be an off button somewhere. 🤦‍♀️

Whenever I mention this to friends, they often quote something along the lines of "Keep busy and you'll stay out of trouble," or whatever, right? Well meaning advice for sure...but when you've got ADHD, your mind swipes left on everything that sounds mildly productive. It's frustrating because structured tasks just don't seem to cut it unless they're accompanied by the rush of a deadline breathing down your neck. Not gonna lie, due dates ignite some magic spark in me: I’ve literally cleaned my entire house just to procrastinate writing a last-minute essay or two minutes before hopping on a Zoom call cause excitement hits an unexpected high! 😅 Maybe it's sheer fear powering over consistency?

So here's what I've discovered through my trial-and-error adventure: ditching any expectation of linear progress was surprisingly liberating. The key lies not entirely in holding oneself accountable every second (cause let's face it—as much as we'd love them to be true often affirmations pale beneath spontaneous motivations), but accepting that waves crash unexpectedly in both directions...sometimes you eat metaphorical cake before tackling dilemmas from another angle or indulge eternally ignored hobbies midday without regard if results manifest sooner than intended masterpiece cooking recipe involving complex marination steps few understand without tasting. 😂 How do folks here channel their chaotic bursts?

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)