Stories of Triumph, Conflict, and Human Experience
Life is filled with unexpected stories, challenges, and moments of drama that span a variety of experiences. Whether it's navigating difficult relationships, facing career setbacks, or dealing with day-to-day frustrations, these stories capture the emotional highs and lows that define the human experience.
From heartwarming tales of personal triumph to dramatic accounts of conflict and failure, each story offers a unique perspective on life's unpredictability. These stories explore a wide range of topics, from family dynamics and work struggles to encounters with difficult people and unexpected disasters.
If you're looking for a place to connect with relatable experiences or gain insight into the challenges others face, these stories provide a window into the complexities of modern life. Whether you're seeking inspiration, entertainment, or simply a sense of shared experience, you're sure to find something that resonates.
PS. This isn't techically a "school story". The category options are annoyingly specific so I just chose a random one..
I have less than two years before I graduate highschool and I still don't know which university to apply to. Everytime I think of the future I get anxious. I don't even know if I'm gonna get the types of jobs I planned for and I haven't gotten other options. Then there's my mental health. I fear whatever mental issue I'm dealing with is gonna worsen in adulthood and I'm still too terrified to get a therapist. I can't tell my friends about my fear cause they won't understand (I told them once on Snapchat and one of them straight up told me to "stop bitching about it and just go do something". I just deleted the messages and cried.)
I'm also not yet comfortable telling my parents. (I wanna tell mom but she's pissed right now and I'm scared to go downstairs cause It'll be awkward.)
Part of me wants to just end it so I don't embarrass myself in the future.
I don't wanna see the comments honestly I'm just venting for no reason.
I have no talent, no real passion, im average or below average at everything I do. I resent my friends because they know what they wanna do, they found what they like to do, they have talent or just happen to have a fixation w something, which I don't, im boring. When people ask me what I've been doing w my life I don't know what to answer while I know that question its just an excuse for telling me how much they've done with their lives, I have never ever achieved something for my talent or something like that. im afraid im going to die without the pleasure of having done something of value while everybody around me feels like giants stepping on me while they walk. It got to a point where I don't know who am I, what I want or what was I made for, I feel stuck and spiraling through this angry sensation of everyone just achieving everything they want while im rotting in my 0 potential.
Thank you for the platform that lets me rant my feelings out but I believe it had come to an end. Did it help me at all in my mental health ? No but it lets me rant to thanks. More often than not it wrecks my brain by overthinking but thanks for listening to the drama of my life and I have to move on from this.
I'm done. Lol . Someone sent me a perhaps goodbye message but I am not quite sure if it was a goodbye text or whatever lol. What's weird is that he sent it after awhile of not being able to communicate with each other. For quite sometime. maybe perhaps another way of gaslighting me? Why would u even send a message if you are just saying goodbye? Lol I had enough of this drama I am DONE
My (now ex, I suppose) girlfriend had a really bad day at work, and is expecting things to be bad tomorrow.
She was texting me about it, just talking about her day like usual. It was getting close to bed time. During a break in the texting, I took a shower and brushed my teeth.
While I was doing that, she tried to initiate sexting. I didn't see it because I took a shower. I replied as soon as I saw the messages. I missed them by nine minutes total.
I answered her, and apologized, explaining that I was in the shower. No reply for an hour. I was a little worried she was upset, but figured she just fell asleep. I sent a goodnight text and told her I was going to bed, wished her sweet dreams, all the usual stuff.
I get a long reply a few minutes later, saying, in short, that because I wasn't there for her, she hit up one of her reddit friends to sext instead.
I asked her if she was being serious, hoping it was just some kind of joke. We have explicitly discussed that we would be monogamous, and it just seemed really out of character for her.
Come to find out, she had sexted with this guy a couple of other times lately when she couldn't sleep, and she felt like I had disrespected her by "ignoring" her texts.
We talked a little more. She seems to think this isn't a big deal at all and doesn't understand why I am upset about it.
I don't understand. She couldn't even give me ten minutes before she assumed I was ignoring her and ran to somebody else for attention? I asked her if she had been drinking or something because this is really not typical of her. She said she hasn't been drinking.
So I guess three years together doesn't mean anything because I missed a text by 9 minutes, and she was clearly doing this stuff before now.
I told her I couldn't talk about it anymore tonight and that I'm going to bed, and that I'll text her again when I get up if she still wants to talk.
I can't sleep. I don't know if I should laugh or cry. This is so ridiculous. Part of me is hoping she's just making this up to make me feel bad for missing her message, but that's equally strange behavior coming from her.
Things have been going well between us. We were just looking for a place together last week. This is insane.
I still love her, but I don't think I can just move on and pretend this didn't happen. It's "just sexting" but I know exactly how she would respond if things were reversed. She would never forgive me for it.
I don't think I can just forgive her either, but I know something must be really wrong, and a lot more serious than just work stress.
Or maybe I just don't want to believe that I've been a fool.
A few days ago there was a noticed from a school web site for trip. The condition was that to get prioritezed you needed to have good grades or have a hight level english. I have a really high level english and my grades are ok, lower than last year but still ok. I was thinking of trying It but then i talked with my friend who has even lower grades and she was really negative and started saying that we probably wouldn't get selected bc there were other with higher grades than us that It wasn't even worth trying. In the end only One other girl form my class went and had even lower grades than me but still got selected. So i Just wasted an oppurtinity bc i was insecure when i could've gotten selected and now i feel so stupid.
The worst part Is that It's not even the first time this year ( bc of insecurety and some other mental health issues) and now i feel like such an idiot for wasting oppurtinities like this.
I don't get why u need to test people in relationships/ potential if they " cheated" there mere fact the relationship did not even started yet all the "tests" proves that you don't have trust to your potential mate. Lol .
hi,i m thirteen years old and i am a female i have been struggling with my mental health for a year or two now and it’s sort of on and off -for example: it will go away for a few weeks and then it all just comes back at once like a ton of bricks the main trigger is my severe eczema i have had this skin condition since i was a child and it hasn’t been the kindest to me but recently it has been appearing on my face allot worse than ever it has been oozing and crusting over a yellowish colour and i have been so upset i haven’t even left my room brushes my hair or done basic necessities properly for weeks even month i know its disgusting but its my life unfortunately i used to scream at my parents for opening my curtains because i couldn’t stand the sight of light someone even looking at my face would send me into panic attacks and meltdowns i have gotten over this a little but my fear of leaving the house hasn’t i haven’t left the house in weeks now i feel a burden to others all of my friends go out and have fun but i dont i would rather sit in my room i know there’s something wrong with me but i cant get my head round it ii dont feel real i feel like a ghost someone help me please what do i do.
This is not a joke. I'm trying to be as serious as I can.
I’ve had a weird relationship with feet for a long time, but it wasn’t until 2018 until I started feeling like it became an issue.
I always had a sense of control with it, but now it just feels like an annoying bad habit.
In more and more places I go to, it seems like dangling shoes had become more common, distracting me and making me curious. In 2020, I discovered that I could heal if I actively searched for that kind of stuff, but when it surprised me, it made me nervous. Around 2025, my internet access had been severely limited, and now I can barely search for anything. I can’t look at these images in a comfortable place while at the same time not getting yelled at by my mom for using my phone. She will even notice when it disappears. Even worse, around April I found a new artist I loved, and I searched deep and got startled with a drawing of a character dangling their flat shoe. I also got into another piece of media that suddenly had the character heelpopping which took me off guard especially since I thought it wasn't the kind of thing to do that.
It’s harming me mentally and I can’t search for it willingly to try and relieve myself or draw/commission someone to help me with it. What do I do? What would you do? Also, sorry if this vent seems a bit weird, but I had no other way of letting it out without obvious ridicule.
I met a guy on a dating app, and we've since become boyfriends. He's 20, and I'm 22. We've been physically intimate to a degree, including kissing, and he wants to have sex. I'm unsure whether I should just go with the flow or think rationally before taking such a step. Since I'm older, I feel a sense of responsibility to ensure he is physically and mentally ready
trigger warning for attempted stabbing, suicidal ideation, and mental illnesses I.E schizophrenia and psychosis.
I feel kinda awkward using this, but i need to get this off my chest.
for some backstory, my mother has diagnosed schizophrenia and psychosis, and she also never stays on her meds. which led to two weeks ago, where she had a psychotic episode. She was going on about killing herself and leaving so she could, I was trying to stop her from doing so because she's my fucking mother and I don't want her to die. I guess she must've stared hallucinating because she eventually stormed into the kitchen and grabbed one of the sharp kitchen knives, holding it above her head with the point in line with me where my shoulder meets my neck. She looked at me, and her eyes were just cold and far away and swung the knife. I was able to grab her arm before it could actually hurt me. that seemed to snap her out of wherever she was because she then turned the knife on herself to try and stab her instead. I had to wrestle the knife out of her hand and lock all of the knives and scissors in our China cabinet while she was distracted. Not to mention how my dad wasn't even home and my mom just barged into our house. I'm just lucky no one got hurt and that my little sister (the middle child) was with her friend and my youngest sister was still at school. But at the same time, because she's schizophrenic, my family keeps telling me I shouldn't be upset because she didn't do it on purpose, they keep downplaying it and getting mad at me whenever I bring it up. i just don't know what to do, I keep seeing the look in her eyes whenever I close my eyes and my brain keeps playing it over and over. I've gotten like four hours of sleep total during the past four days. I feel so guilty for being scared and upset about this because I know it's not her, it's her mental illnesses. and I have diagnosed mental illnesses too so I get that. But I'm being forced to pretend like everything's normal, I still see her on saturdays and tuesdays and I still go to work. it's gotten to the point I have to go to the bathroom at work just to cry. and it's stupid because she's done worse to me so I don't know why this time it's affecting me so much. it's not like being forced to pretend it's normal is new either. I've been doing this since I was five, so why is this time so much harder? Why can't I just push it down like I normally do? Why is this the one that seems to affect me so much when she's done much worse to me before? I just wish it would all stop.
I've always been a bit of a daydreamer growing up. During class, I would often zone out, thinking about simple things. However, over time, my daydreams evolved into something deeper. When I was about 12, I started daydreaming about traumatic events happening to me. It began slowly, occurring only once or twice a month, then progressed to weekly and eventually daily. Now, I find myself thinking about these scenarios more than I do about everyday tasks. This cycle has never stopped or faded. I'm currently 16, and I still daydream about these things daily. It feels like an escape from reality—issues that distract me from real-life problems. Many of these daydreams revolve around situations that could happen but are extremely unlikely. I've even started to believe that some of these dreams might actually come true, but I don't fear them, I feel like if they happened I would be able to stay calm. I've never had any trauma but I do have anxiety and depresion and I think I have adhd but my parents don't belive me and wont let me go through a diagnosis. Is this normal? if not can you tell me what I should do?
hi. im a highschooler (17F) who's going into her senior year in august.
i feel like my friends aren't really my friends. it's as if i keep trying over and over to be a good friend, to be there for them, but they never care to do the same. i'm alone. i could walk into a room full of 100 people at my school and still feel completely alone. there is nobody who notices me the moment i walk in, nobody who makes me feel seen. i feel like a ghost.
it's the worst feeling i've ever experienced. sometimes i consider doing something awful to myself. objectively, i have a good life. i'm fortunate enough to have a roof over my head, and i'm on the track to being accepted to one of the best art schools in the world. but i'm tired. i'm so, so tired.
is there anything i can do to stop this loneliness? thanks for reading.
Yeah, the title kind of gives my story away but i wouldn’t know how to explain this in any other way than that. I’m male, 16 and currently go to college (which is normal where I’m from, don’t worry)
I haven’t had these feeling before I started college, I never liked another guy in any other way than just friends but ever since I’ve been passing by this art school besides my own school, I can’t help but feel a little weird in my stomach. You know that feeling when you see someone you like? It’s just that.
Everytime I look at these guys, I feel weird. I really feel weird. I’ve never found another man physically attractive in real life to a point where I’d just want to kiss him or get with him. It’s different online though.
I know it’s kind of wrong but I get off from looking at how other guys.. you know. It makes me feel a little disgusting and it’s not normal for guys to look at guys doing it. Most friends I know always talk about how they look at women while I’m just stuck here, looking at fucking men. Does that make me gay?
Or do my feelings for the emo guys from the other school make me gay? I need help. A part of me just want to like girls because everyone else does. I just want to feel like this is all normal and that I’m just straight
I don't remember a time when I liked myself. I guess to be more clear I don't remember a time when I didn't hate myself. I'm 34 now and ever since can remember I've hated being me.
Waking up in the morning is a constant disappointment because it means I didn't stop breathing. Even on the happiest of days I'm still always filled with dread, doubt, anxiety and self loathing. I understand what created this mindset, but unfortunately it's not something I can just pack up and hide in a dark corner of the attic.
I'm sorry, and I don't mean to throw a pity party but I'm just wondering if the day will ever come that I wake up and I'm happy that I'm still breathing?