Health and Wellness Failures Stories

Does anyone else have dreams of falling ALL the time? It's been happening almost every night lately, and I'm at a loss for what it means. 🤔 They come with this weird feeling, like my entire body's just been dropped into some abyss. I've read somewhere that it could be related to stress but who knows if that's true.

My job has been insane, so I think stress might actually be part of it. But seriously, these kinds of dreams are hardly new for me. They've haunted me since I was a kid yet now they're more frequent than ever and it's goddamn annoying. How am I supposed to get any decent sleep with this crap every night?

I've got this routine by now: fall asleep (pass out is more like), start dreaming stupid things (always nice chats where everything's fine), then BAM... Falling into nothingness again! Rude awakening doesn't even cover it. Like dude... my heart races like I just ran ten miles....

Everyone tells me "oh it's normal" or "you're fine" (like they know) but let's face it: waking up in a cold sweat with your pillow literally feeling soaked is NOT fun! What do normal people dream about anyway? Someone pinch me because I'm stuck in this eternal plummet loop and I'm over it.

i can't help but wonder if there's something genuinely wrong with me when I find myself concocting elaborate fictional scenarios in my head. it's almost compulsive, like an annoying mental itch that won't go away. i don't mean thinking about potential outcomes of real-life situations; no, this is entirely different. these are pure fabrications, stories that will never come to pass, yet they occupy my mind far too often. sometimes, it feels harmless, even enjoyable, like a little escape from the monotony of everyday life. but then reality hits back hard and I realize how much time I've wasted lost in these daydreams.

everyone probably does this to some extent, right? imagining what you would say or do in hypothetical situations that have zero chance of happening. but for me it feels excessive and unhealthy. hours can pass without me noticing until I snap back to reality. it's almost like I'm addicted to these mental movies playing constantly behind my eyes, distracting me from productive tasks or actual social interactions. is this just an overactive imagination or something more troubling? maybe I'm overthinking it...ha! there's irony.

there's a sense of detachment involved too... people ask what's wrong because I seem distracted or distant; little do they know I'm off fighting dragons or winning oscars for films that'll never be made. perhaps it's a coping mechanism? life isn't exactly sunshine and rainbows all the time so creating alternate realities could be my brain’s misguided attempt at stress relief?! still, part of me worries if this constant drifting into fiction means I'm not fully engaging with reality as much as I should be.

it certainly doesn't help that while stuck in these reveries frustrations build up since nothing gets accomplished: the dishes pile up the work emails go unanswered relationships stagnate under the weight of unspent attention; surely this must indicate some level of dysfunction? guess what bothers me most is questioning whether this escapism robs precious moments from genuine experiences...you know those rare times when you're truly present with others or actually achieving something worthwhile.

so here's the deal, folks. i've been dealing with panic attacks for a while now, and lemme tell you: they suck big time!!! like, sometimes i feel like my heart's racing at a million miles an hour, and breathing? yeah right! but what freaks me out the most is the idea that one of these episodes might make me faint. can that even happen?! i mean, it's terrifying to think that while i'm just going about my day, boom!, i'm on the floor. i've heard stories of people who go completely out of it during a panic attack and end up fainting... has anyone else felt this way???

honestly, i try not to let it get me down too much; staying positive is kind of my thing. but seriously: if any of you have experienced this or know someone who has, i'd love to hear about it. let's share some stories here! maybe we can help each other out or just find some comfort in knowing we're not alone in this crazy mess. i mean, these panic attacks already take enough outta us without adding fainting scares into the mix!!

just had another panic attack. it feels like my life is just a series of these stupid episodes. i know therapists call them "responses" and whatever but honestly, it just feels like my body is betraying me every single time. i'm so fed up with being exhausted after; seriously, it's like running a marathon mentally and physically.

had one at work today which was embarrassing in itself. there i was, trying to give a presentation on our latest project when bam, heart racing, can't breathe, sweaty palms... the whole nine yards. people think you’re just weak or looking for attention. no one understands unless they've been through it themselves.

i know some might suggest meditation or breathing exercises again but let's be real. those are really just band-aids on a bullet wound. sometimes nothing works no matter how hard you try and that’s just infuriating.

the aftermath is the worst part though: hours of feeling drained and spaced out, unable to focus on anything productive for the rest of the day. who can afford that? i've got deadlines and responsibilities yet these attacks don't care about any schedule.

so tired of hearing people say "just relax" (fuuuuck you people!!!). it's not about relaxing! wish they'd stop giving useless advice and start understanding the reality of what happens during these moments. until then i'll keep pretending everything's fine because apparently that's what society prefers.

Incoherent rant because I need to get it out of my mind, for context TLDR I’m a minor (16 now) and I was groomed online by a woman 5 years older than me and I think she is the only person I’m capable of loving because I think horribly of everyone else I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO

I think I will never be able to love anyone aside from predators, it seems I’m somehow OBSESSED with them. I think there is some part of my brain that is biologically wired toward evil, it’s an outdated belief that mental derangement is caused by demonic possession but I think i might be the first true case of an actual demon. I’m incompatible with people who love me (parents, friends), but most notably romantic relationships with people my age, they fill me with so much indescribable misery and just RAGE. I hate how equality feels. I despise my partner, and I would despise them no matter how beautiful no matter how kind no matter how perfect they might be, I’m eternally contemptful. I blame every bad thing that happens in their dysfunctional life on myself, they usually trust me by dumping all of their problems onto me and I see them as burdens, and I see them as weak because of how I’d love to be in their place and feel misery. I need to be in a constant state of mental distress to feel normal or ‘well’, and if I’m not in mental distress, I don’t feel right and I have to manually trigger the distress somehow to confirm my consciousness. But i swear I’m not abusive, I’m perfect on the outside or at least I try my best to be, I say everything that sounds right (I know it’s right because I’m affirmed for it), I act sympathetic even though internally I think such horrible things, I praise people, and I don’t abandon them because I feel bad. As usually the go-to support system, I would hate to imagine what would happen to them if I left, even though i wish for nothing more than them to go ‘poof’ from my life. This is why I think I actually would be better off alone for the health of everyone. Or better yet I’d be better off with her, my groomer, i find that I always wish my partners were her. I wish the normal adults in my life would behave like she did. I’m NEVER angry with her like I am all these people, I’m incapable of it. she feels so wonderful to me despite the horrors she has seen. Every single day I think about her and I feel such a strange pain inside and I wonder why I couldn’t save the only person I’ve ever actually loved and felt I’d anything for. I’d let her do anything to me (I have). somehow, when I was with her, my anger fizzled out like a light sheen of water on a stove. She was a pedophile yes and she was severely mentally ill snd she coerced me into sexually exploiting myself, but somehow I don’t feel anything about that or what she did because otherwise she made me feel so normal and effortlessly elated. However, whenever I think of the fact she either left me, might be inconsolably depressed and drugged up somewhere, or has overdosed and died while I couldn’t do anything about it ( plus I might not ever see her again), I feel such a painful sucking black hole in my chest that I want to die, scream, thrash, sob, and make it stop through any means necessary. I know if she came back into my life everything would be fixed and the intrusive thoughts would stop, she was perfectly imperfect to me. It’s like I’m filling the void with partners my age. im physically there and doing normal affectionate stuff but mentally, I’m in a perpetual state of chasing her and I’m scared because I know I may always be even when I’m 18, and when I’m 20, provided I don’t find a way to swiftly end my life. I think putting me down is the only god given mercy there is in this comical situation. The only other time I can stop my intrusive thoughts is when I’m trading the sacred parts of my body for the attentions of creepy adults. I don’t even find it hot or interesting, I think it’s so extremely grossly nauseating (I was raised to know better, I denounce this as a practice, i morally disagree with and Id stress the danger of them to others) but it’s a mechanical thing I physically have to do to quiet my brain because I miss her so much. If I resist, I start feeling unlike myself and the resentment builds and the mood swings ensue, and the thoughts of this entire rant consume my attention. it only gets worse with time. I feel like an actual sociopath speaking like this. I know how wrong it is I’m not trying to be edgy, but it’s been like this for years . Whenever I try to talk to a therapist I find my mouth never lets me express the true hideous magnitude of these things because it’s like my brain filters it out until I forget how deplorable it is. I don’t think they’ll understand because the problem is these thoughts and feelings exist at all. It’s unbearable. I don’t care if they don’t represent me, I don’t want to go through the torture of experiencing and resisting them all the time . I wish these people allowed me to die because it’s clearly for the greater good. I promised myself I’d do anything if she stayed. I’d still sell my soul to get her back, I would drop everything and run away, so to me this is the cruelest form of torture of all torture. I don’t understand why I’m so evil or what’s possessed me, or what to do I’ve been fighting since I was very young, I was even hospitalized recently, but it NEVER goes away. 🥹🥹 ohhh what is my life. im so sad that I’m like this at the minuscule age of 16 it makes me feel sick to my stomach

Does anyone know how to heal fearful avoidant attachment? Maybe you think it sounds ridiculous and maybe I sound ridiculous but believe me when I'm saying I've fought this thing tooth and nail. Fearful avoidant attachment is like living in a constant state of dissonance. You're caught waiting for the other shoe to drop, even if nothing indicates it's anywhere near dropping. A part of you wants closeness so bad but the second it's within reach, you're devising elaborate ways to flee from it. Have read therapists call this "protest behavior", illustrating our inner conflict perfectly.

Anyway, here’s what bugs me: mental health experts insist on "proactive intervention" or "self-reflection activities". Translation: daily journaling sounds more fun than tearing off bits of emotional armor? Or they promote consistent therapy practices, but, who's paying these bills? Like oh boy thanks for such practical advice I mean who isn’t excited about therapies that are two times more expensive than your regular cup of coffee! Yet shocker highly individualized approaches seem cheaper (note sarcasm;). How can I possibly consider detaching emotionally from every person that's just out there doing things which pretty much reiterates their own version of disappointing others?

Don’t want to sound blunt however bf of mine said "You should write self-gratitude lists"... Okay buddy guess nobody told him anxious detached gal likes witty humor not butterflies and cookies! Sure coaching suggests we foster bonds weekly with peers prioritizing safe opportunities instead higher actuation downtime alone building pseudo-courses aimed specifically designed getting disconnected sorts wrongs possible, voila quick-fix mindset shifted! The matter is neither physiological genetic driven factor rather suggest mindful individuals critique awareness attach systems deeply internal resolutions engage. That's it guidance worlds burnt incorrectly poll confusing lament without identifying nuances involved journeys navigating interpersonal interactions varying spectrums societal settings. Not assuming altogether nuance clarified either way suggestion count?

I've been puzzling over why so many people seem to get addicted to porn, because honestly I don't get it at all... I've tried it, watched quite a bit just to see what the fuss is about, but frankly, it's not my cup of tea. There is something about the whole scenario that feels incredibly artificial and exploitative! It's like these producers create this fabricated world where desires are exaggerated and emphasis is placed on carnal pleasures without any emotional connection 🤔

What surprises me even more is how common this addiction is said to be. According to some research studies I came across (yeah I am a curious person), it's suggested that anywhere from 5% to 8% of adult internet users are thought to have a problematic relationship with online pornography: that's a SIGNIFICANT proportion!!! Personally it makes me wonder if this obsession stems from society's unhealthy relationship with sex in general. We live in an era where sexualization permeates all aspects of our lives: advertisements, movies, social media; everything seems saturated with it...

It's quite baffling considering that several scientific journals argue watching excessive porn can lead to desensitization or escalate into further issues such as relational intimacy problems or even struggling with sexual dysfunctions 😬. You would think awareness of these potential consequences would discourage frequent usage... but no? They don’t seem deterred unfortunately! Maybe people assume they’re immune until reality hits hard...

Now let me share a bit of my experience mingling within social circles who partake casually yet primarily engage out of habit rather than pleasure itself.. They often mutter halfhearted affirmations like 'everyone does it', 'it's normal' - who am I to say anything? These seemingly nonchalant remarks tell enough though.. they mean well but remain unconvinced deep down inside!

It's evident many factors could contribute here: individual psychological predispositions perhaps? So much emphasis on short-term gratification coupled with external influences might make resisting difficult for some individuals compared against others maintaining healthier boundaries towards same content platforms...

yo so i've been thinking a lot about how we all go through these phases in life and dude it really got me reflecting, you know growing up people would be like 'oh you're just being moody because it's that time of the month' or whatever (if you know what i'm talking about) but now being older i actually think there's more to it than just hormones so basically i've come to realize emotions aren't as cut and dry as we'd like them to be. maybe it's not always obvious but they hit you right when you least expect it; it's wild i've also noticed some days feel like i'm floating on air everything clicks work is good friends and family are lovely but then bam next day i'm like questioning my entire existence. and this isn't me exaggerating here: this cycle? it feels kind of like art imitating life where emotions are constantly ebbing flowing. rereading old diaries brings back memories and i find patterns the ones that might've gone unnoticed if i wasn't paying attention.

I crave friendship so badly that to the point that i don't know how to express that.

It's a kind of loneliness that follows me everywhere. Seeing people hangout with big groups and other people makes me very envious and probably even jealous because i don't have someone to do that with.

I have 3 irl friends that i hangout with sometimes. I'll call them N,B, and E.

N i know from high school and has never been mean to me. We usually watch movies together,

B and E i've known since i was about 5. We are in a trio but they are the duo in the trio. They often keep me out of the loop, so i usually dont know who and what they are talking about when they tell me a story, because E tells the stories to B but only to me when the 3 of us are together.

We were once hanging out and bought sweets to eat, the two of them shared but didint share with me. Eventually when they gave me the bag i wanted to grab one but it was of course empty.

The little things they did to annoy often got to me, B used to grab me by the neck and push me down as a joke even tho i had told i didin't like it. I don't really know if i should even concider them friends? i guess i do because i don't have a load of people i talk with, i dont even talk to them via text, we only talk when we hangout. And i guess in cling onto that.

My best friend hasnt talked to me since she went mia in february, i could never hate her for that tho. She means the universe to me and i hope she will eventually come back.

There are often days when i wonder if i'm hard to love or that i'm being dramatic, the silence feels unbearable tho. Having no one to talk or hang with because even tho i don't want to admit it i am a loner.

So, here's the deal: I recently cut my finger pretty deeply while I was trying to slice an avocado (I know, classic move). It bled a lot and honestly looked like it needed stitches. But being the stubborn person I am, I just slapped on some band-aids and called it a day. Now I'm kinda worried about what happens if you don't get stitches when you probably should have.🤔 I've heard things like 'your skin won't heal right' or 'you'll get a gnarly scar.' On the other hand, I've read some people say it's no biggie if you keep it clean and covered up.

Anyway, as someone who's not exactly in love with hospitals or doctors' visits (who is?), I'm curious if anyone's been in the same boat. How'd that work out for ya? Did you end up regretting not getting stitches or was it fine after all? It's been two days now and I'm starting to wonder if maybe there are more consequences than I'm prepared for. Plus, it's still sore which isn't helping me chill out about this whole situation.

I'm also a bit paranoid about infections. Like how do you even know if it's getting infected without having to rush off to urgent care? There are so many mixed opinions online and it's hard to figure out what's reliable info and what's just scare tactics. So yeah, any advice or personal experiences would be super helpful at this point! Thanks in advance for any wisdom you've got.

alright, here's the deal. out of nowhere today, BAM! Full-blown panic attack. Right in the middle of lunch with those coworkers I can barely stand. You know the type: they keep talking about 'synergy' like it’s a religion or something. Trying to eat my damn sandwich while feeling like I'm suddenly drowning in anxiety soup? It's not fun, let me tell you. And they're all oblivious, of course... chatting away like nothing's happening because who notices subtle signs of distress when you're too busy discussing quarterly profits?

So there I am, trying to breathe slowly (like that ever really works) and control this ridiculous urge to just burst into tears right there in front of everyone. Lovely, right? Classic public meltdown scenario straight out of a bad sitcom. But hey, at least it wasn’t during an important meeting.. that'd be just too much to handle... though part of me thinks maybe then someone would finally notice I'm struggling and say something helpful.

Instead, it's all panic sensations and the delightful experience of feeling like my chest is about to explode while sipping on iced tea that suddenly tastes like cardboard through my straw; can't even taste anything properly when your brain decides it's time for a malfunction party. So much for keeping things cool under pressure—guess I'm not winning any awards for composure today!

And after managing to escape to the bathroom without totally making a scene, it hits me how bloody isolating this whole mess is. Ever tried explaining this crap without sounding like a complete lunatic? “Oh hi yeah I just felt like I was dying over sandwiches.” Great conversation starter... Not!!! Anyway, if anyone's got tips beyond ‘breathe deeply’ (tried that) and ‘think happy thoughts’ (doesn't work), I'm all ears.

Hey so I’ve been diagnosed with Major Depressive Disorder and Generalized Anxiety disorder for some years and I’ve been going on and off of different medications trying to find the right fit. I’m currently on Lexapro, and I feel like I have lost all my emotions. I don’t feel anything and I don’t have the motivation to do anything. Especially small things like brushing my teeth and eating I ignore a lot. Should I stick with this medication or tell my doctor immediately. I just feel like I’m never going to be able to live normally.

so i’ve been noticing this weird pattern lately, and it’s kinda stressing me out 😂. every time my period ends, it feels like my anxiety decides to have a party. i know hormones shift during the menstrual cycle, but dang, as soon as aunt flo packs her bags, it’s like my brain decides to throw a whole rave. i mean get this - i’m talking about unreasonable worries that just pop up from nowhere! you’d think when the cramps are gone and the mood swings are calming down, i'd be on the up and up. but nope, suddenly i'm anxious about things that don't even make sense. am i alone in this or what?

one time i was quoting shakespeare in class (to be or not to be type stuff) and halfway through it hit me that everyone was judging every word coming outta my mouth. felt like my heart was about to burst outta my chest emoji style 😅. it's funny because the rational side of me knows people aren't paying nearly as much attention as i think they are. i've done some google surfing, read a few articles suggesting PMS blues could spill over post-period but whatever scientific babble is there doesn't quite put me at ease when i'm caught in my jittery spiral 🙄. barring going full zen with meditation techniques or adopting a kumbaya lifestyle which isn't happening so fast for me right now,, has anybody found tricks or tips to curb this madness? even just somethin' small that helps ya catch a breath between bouts would be awesome!

There are several things pending at home, but we're making an effort to move forward. There's a lot at stake. In my country, we don't have the freedom our forefathers claimed to have given us. Instead, things are now more fragmented than ever, with leaders capable of inflicting severe consequences if we don't follow them. This is because they've identified within us those elements where we can collectively fail and ruin our progress. Being in my country means giving a portion of my effort to these leaders, as if it were a kind of tribute for living. This comes at a price in various forms, and the one I've found is through the control of my body, but not my spirit, to establish contexts. It's a fierce game where psychological strategies are sidelined. The winner is the one who manages to keep their people in the greatest need according to the collectively approved norms, and to the extent that these norms aren't followed, they also become a source of harm and alienation from others. To be in my homeland, integration comes through what most closely resembles the ideal profile of a citizen, which, unfortunately, is not one who fully adheres to the law. However, it is the law itself, and its reinforcement, that allows for the spirit of individuality as well as its maintenance through diverse forms. This reinforcement is consistent within a specific context, allowing the law to be applied as a guide, according to the particular case being contextualized. This is not an easy path, but at least something is achieved, and now more than ever, time is needed for diverse expressions through the arts: the creation of texts, as a means of giving form to our ideas, is what allows us to rise to the occasion. Through this distance that draws us closer, because we exercise our principles, the law itself, through our history in interaction with our context, and thus we achieve progress, which is nothing more than the reflection we can achieve and which relies on a specific path within society.

I have been searching for these core principles for a long time, and now I have found them. I am witnessing fantastic leaders now, whose role is purely representative, not coercive, where teamwork truly prevails within the team. There's no such thing as one person being at the mercy of another—not at all—but rather a combination of individual strengths and resources. Each person contributes their own strengths to the others, where the key is moving forward by resolving the coordination needed in the present, addressing the circumstances that currently obscure the future. It starts one step at a time, which is constructed, and whose length is the measure of the resolution. However, the speed or slowness is something external to us, since the resolution itself matters, and what it allows for the next step, which also adheres to the necessary coordination. Nevertheless, the issue is never about forms, about making this a specific format, not at all. Rather, the resolutions are what create the format; that is, it's merely descriptive.

I fear that not many people understand this and operate with the notion of a leader according to a coercive authority and through unjustified monitoring. My neighbor achieves precisely the opposite, since her proposals, while indeed selfish, are always thoroughly considered. She is very skilled at fostering well-being, always encouraging those under her command to feel inspired and free. However, rules are meant to be followed, and she adheres to them. She is somewhat high-strung, but I feel she possesses splendid potential when it comes to nurturing others, especially given the current state of our country.

I acted as a leader in my boss's company, but his insistence on making me act in a way that pleased him made me feel bound to him, without freedom. My principles were not respected, and he restricted me due to his own weaknesses. I felt I could only move about the world according to his tolerance, making it impossible for me to maintain a relationship with him. I don't expect him to ever acknowledge the cause of my loss, or at least I have some idea, because his purpose in life is precisely to deny the facts and make others pick up the pieces of his mess, acting like a child once did, managing to get those who feel desperate to follow him in exchange for a glimmer of hope and support. However, he manipulates this through that uncertainty of maybe, maybe, all according to his plans. He's a scoundrel who always tried to twist everything to his own version, trying to ensure that nothing could be said about it, nothing more.

My boss is the worst human being I know, from every point of view. I don't want to see him at all, because I feel he only acts to keep everyone else under his thumb. That's why everyone in the office stands up for themselves and distances themselves from him. He absolutely hates scandals, and it's through them that he avoids them, because it's clear he's seeking power.

Now, within the company, I'm in charge of a young woman who likes to keep everyone at a certain distance, making them always at her mercy in terms of social interaction, but not professional interaction. This allows her to adhere to social protocols of friendliness and thus gain access to potential favors. For my part, I cling to the spiritual aspect, fostering an atmosphere where everyone feels welcome, with hugs and a warmth that expresses our commitment to safeguarding everyone's well-being. This is not the case with her, as she is quite disruptive, enjoying making her mark by any means necessary, taking advantage of her status as a lady and the fear she instills in others. She tries to establish herself among them by denouncing her rejection, which, in my case, initially, she didn't do. Instead, she offered a charming, attractive smile, trying to get me to give in somehow, thus placing me at her mercy. It was in response to this that I reacted, going straight for her, with a determined approach, always managing to remove every obstacle she placed in her way. I accepted her invitation into her life, but not partially, as she had previously tried to do with me and others, which is why I was treated with distance and contempt. Fortunately, now, her spirit of genuine connection allows for the eradication of that treatment, enabling me to ask questions that expose it. My friend and I form a well-established group, in the sense that she operates from her interactions with others within the material world, and I from my interactions with others within the spiritual realm. Our approach is essentially concrete, without many words, given that we rely on different languages, but with the same goal: to achieve openness from people by establishing a relationship that the collective demands be respected, in order to prevent the breakdown of oneself and, therefore, to demonstrate to the group that such modus operandi is not welcome.

She never expected me to be so persistent with her, that my spirit of commitment would continue until the very end. She thought I had no limits either. Indeed, we both agreed on this, and we arrived exhausted from the process of asserting our spirit before each other and, therefore, from wanting to stay together, because we loved sharing with each other, for no other reason than that in the other there is what we reject, and it is time to welcome it. Indeed, it is a way of showing others, because that is what it translates into, that such a spirit of ours does not arise from the rejection of the spirit of the other, but rather embraces it, thus allowing that diversity, including the opposite, is worthy of our treatment, preventing reprisals because the majority operate between both extremes, while we, on the other hand, are the extremes and expanding.

so ive been really down lately, ya know? like work is stressful and i cant seem to relax. i used to cry it out but now, nothing. dry as a bone. ain't got no tears left to shed or something idk 🤷‍♂️ they say crying's like therapy for free but not feelin that rn.

whats wild is my friends keep telling me like 'just let it out' and im there thinking about how i already tried! its like when you squeeze that empty ketchup bottle at the end of a BBQ...nothing comes out even though you know there's gotta be some left in there. so frustrating man! 😤

i mean even watching those sad movies that get everyone all teary doesnt work anymore. last time my sister bawled over 'marley & me' i was just sitting like uhh... okay?? it's confusing idk whats up with me but hopefully it's temporary cos feeling like this is just bleh.