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If I was in a reality show... Have you ever imagined that you were on a reality TV show? Have you ever wondered what people would have thought of the situation you just experienced?

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Anonymous Venting: A Safe Space to Share Your Struggles

Welcome to IIWIARS, a platform dedicated to anonymous venting where you can express yourself without fear of judgment. Whether you’re dealing with overwhelming emotions, family conflicts, or personal challenges, this is a space to unburden your thoughts and find support. In life, there are moments when everything feels like too much. Sometimes, simply sharing what’s on your mind can bring the relief and clarity you need. At IIWIARS, we believe that having a safe space to vent anonymously can make a difference for those struggling to navigate difficult situations alone.

When You Think, "I Hate Myself": Find Understanding and Support

Everyone has days where they feel down, defeated, or even like they hate themselves. These moments can be isolating and challenging to talk about openly. Here, you’re free to vent without revealing your identity. If thoughts like "I hate myself" are weighing you down, IIWIARS is a place to release these feelings, find comfort, and see that you’re not alone. Reading others’ experiences or sharing your own can be the first step toward feeling understood and finding a path forward.

Embracing "I Feel Myself": Rediscover Strength and Confidence

At IIWIARS, we also celebrate the moments when you feel connected to yourself—when you think, "I feel myself" and experience a renewed sense of confidence and purpose. Sharing these positive breakthroughs can be empowering and inspiring for others in the community. This is a place where you can recognize and embrace your strengths, uplift others, and reflect on your journey with pride. When you share these moments, you help build a supportive space where everyone can find a path to self-acceptance and positivity.

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At work, someone had big news and they were telling everyone about it. So I thought they said something to a two people that come every day in the afternoon to help out. When I mention this to them, they were shocked but it was not supposed to be me to say this. I thought the person I told them. And now I got a little lecture next time let me say this. The thing is I can’t minds and every time I get that look like why did you do that? It gets me down like I didn’t know that you want to tell them let me know next time. Yet I didn’t say that to them. I want to, but I can’t. It makes me feel like why tell me this or let me know that you want to say this to them, it’s kinda hard to have this, knowing what to say the fact is, I wanna tell these two workers that it it’s something important and they might wanna bring a gift for them. That’s all I know I might be the bad guy in this but in my point of view when I ever get these things or say the wrong thing, you didn’t tell me that you want to say this first or this is private please don’t tell anyone because I get mixed singles and I blur it out. It might not be great, but if you give me more detail, then it’ll be easier for everyone.

yikes man
Health and Wellness Failures Stories

Just give me a reason not to overdose on the iron supplements in the cabinet at my house.

Wrongfully accused and now wrongfully convicted and for what? I cheated on my then spouse, found myself in this whirl wind bad boy wrong side of the tracks lustfilled adventure only to wake up and find myZelf swept up in this unimaginable legal battle that I have lost. The judge bore down with that gavel and instantly my whole life came to a hault. One month. I've got one month left. One month left to be a daughter one month left to be a friend one month left to be my kids mother and I can't stand this anymore. The stress the anxiety the worry what will happen to my kids what will happen to my aging mother what will happen to me? I can't believe this is happening. One bad choice one wrong mistake my whole life gone . I want to scream I want to cry I want to die.

Am I the problem after all?...
Friendship Stories

Am I the problem? I've been asking that question all day. Every time I feel like I'm helping/trying too or protecting/caring for my friends/people it seems to never work or I cause problems more, more stress and more drama. Sometimes I don't even mean to hurt I'm just trying to fix things

maybe it some weird thing I do but every time I do something I think/Be live is right or helping it doesn't seem to work out and in the end I lose people more or I end up making wounds bigger and deeper. I've lost friendships and relationships to my "mess ups" so I get hated or hurt myself because I don't mean harm, sometimes I can be a lot but really all I want to do is heal and care for people, maybe I'm to "helpful" maybe I "cause the drama" maybe I'm not supposed to help and maybe I'm meant to be something different. I want to be happy and help others find the joy I found but maybe I've got it all wrong maybe people don't need me or want help and maybe I'm trying to fill some void that's been empty for years.

in the posses of "helping" You end up losing more than you "gain" overall...

To anyone who knows me/finds this. I'm so flipping sorry for trying to be something you don't need. I'm sorry for making it worse. you can fight me, hate me, say whatever you want to because clearly I'm meant to have a different story then I thought.

ur thoughts?..

Dear me,

I see you in Math class right now, trying to ignore all those annoying loud kids. I'm doing the same thing. Math class is such a bother right? Anyway. Enjoy marching band today! I can tell you can't wait to see Kiara!

I know, all the friendgroup drama is getting you down. You feel like you're unimportant, like nobody likes you. But hey, that's not true! You have Amelia and Johne, and Kiara too! They all love you. Even if some of the others don't.

You just gotta learn to love yourself, that's what you gotta do. That's why you started 7Cups. So you could learn to love yourself. Make sure you keep up with that, by the way. I have the feeling it'll really help you through the clouds of your depression. And if [the other two] start to recognise your vents here on IIWIARS, you can switch to The Void.

Hey, you'll get through this. As I tell you in all of these letters, you'll be fine. Sure, some of the others hate you, but when high school comes, you won't have to worry about them because you'll have made new friends. Keep your head up.

I'm proud of you, you know. You've been dealing with this better than what I'd expect from most. You're actually trying to get better on your own.

You are never alone, you know. You have Amelia, and Johne, and Kiara. Whatever Emma said about you, whatever Bowie thinks, it doesn't matter. Because they don't define who you are. Only you do that.

You got this,

You

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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 hate myself
Friendship Stories

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.

It’s Time to Stop Making Excuses
Health and Wellness Failures Stories

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.

Is Being Gay a Sin? I Feel So Conflicted
Religion Conflicts Stories

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.

Am I Doing Enough? How to Be a Good Mother?
Parenting And Education Stories

Being a mom is the most rewarding and terrifying thing I’ve ever done. My little girl is only two years old, but every single day, I find myself wondering: am I doing enough? How to be a good mother when it feels like there’s so much to figure out?

Some days, I feel like I’m nailing it. We play together, she laughs at my silly songs, and I can see how happy she is. But then there are moments when I feel like I’m completely failing. Like yesterday, when I lost my temper because she spilled juice on the carpet after I told her three times not to run around with her cup. She cried, and it broke my heart because all I could think about was, “What kind of mom yells at a two-year-old over juice?”

I read parenting blogs and watch videos on how to raise happy, confident kids, but it’s overwhelming. There’s so much advice out there, and half of it feels contradictory. Be strict, but not too strict. Let them explore, but set boundaries. Make healthy meals, but don’t stress if they eat nuggets and fries once in a while. I’m trying to do it all, but is that even possible?

I see other moms who seem to have it all together—perfectly dressed kids, Pinterest-worthy lunches, and spotless homes. Meanwhile, I’m just proud if I can get her to daycare on time with matching socks. Sometimes, I wonder if they’re struggling too and just hiding it better.

I love my daughter more than anything, and I want her to grow up feeling loved, supported, and safe. But how do I know if I’m doing it right? Is there some magic formula on how to be a good mother, or is it just about showing up every day and doing your best?

If anyone has advice or has felt this way too, I’d love to hear it. I’m trying so hard, but some days it feels like I’m just fumbling through.