Health and Wellness Failures Stories

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.

so my mom like wants to send me to a mental hospital bc of the way i'm acting and I just can't stop thinking about whether or not i'll get to keep my phone with me. like the only way i stay in touch with my friends is through texting and social media 🥲, and if they take that away how am i supposed to cope with everything that's happening? i've been reading some articles but they're pretty vague or inconsistent when it comes to phone policies at these facilities. some people say you can bring your phone but they lock it up most of the time and give it back during specific hours, while others mention you'll have no access at all! ughhhhh it's so frustrating not knowing what will happen; i mean these places are meant for healing, right? but then why would they cut us off from our support systems,,that seems counterproductive!

and then there's this whole thing about 'therapeutic environment' where devices could interfere with treatment according to them... seriously?? doesn't connectivity help though? 🤔 plus like has anyone ever considered that maybe talking to friends via messages could be therapeutic too??? idk man all i know is if my mom really sends me there becuz she thinks it'll help then fine🥺; i wanna do what's best obviously. just nervous af bout being isolated from everything that makes sense in life rn. would it really harm treatment if we had restricted access instead of zero access altogether... like guys actual professionals pls clarify before anxiety takes over completely lol!

I witnessed one of the biggest organizational disasters I've ever seen, and I think it even breaks records in terms of the actions taken. Managers acting independently, gossip spreading like wildfire in the face of the unusual disregard for the rules, and a general sense of fear surrounding the need for a measured and firm defense. Everyone was astonished by something that was commonplace and under company management, something everyone should be aware of. But I fear that in that office, the job titles are nothing more than rhetoric to enhance the title, not the actual work, and therefore, not the company itself. It's completely, for God's sake, neglected. They don't operate based on company results, but on company processes. They demand evaluation for what the company does to produce results, but not for the work done to achieve those results. Simply put, that company is parasitic on society because it operates from the worst possible perspective: internal interests dictate how the company's objectives are achieved, not the objectives themselves. This is something that anyone with business management training would definitely avoid, to the point that it operates with the notion of creating a "family," when the first thing any cultural management professional should be asking for is prevention. It's a naive task, typical of someone who clearly doesn't know what they're doing when faced with the immense responsibility of managing a company or coordinating a project. It's astonishing how the language is contrived based on experience, not methodically developed through study, to the point that anyone can make a mockery of the system, even knowing the appropriate mechanisms and legal framework. I even saw managers begging for approval, for group integration at all costs based on image, making work seem secondary, making any mistake or failure a matter of disregarding the company's best practices.

Not even the authorities themselves trust the company or its operations; instead, they coexist at the expense of establishing turf and using terrible communication. It's utterly deplorable. I can't go anywhere else because this is the general situation in all companies in my country. I've had to learn from this experience to learn how to survive on the ground, systematically, using my knowledge of business management, if indeed it truly applies to that area. Things have gotten to the point where, along with a colleague, I've had to set up a parallel administration within the company. This is so that each of us can operate according to the company's best interests, ensuring that the company's previously coercive channels no longer operate as such. This is due to fear of accusations stemming from our close relationship, which we've managed to keep under wraps, maintaining a friendly connection, and thus provoking questions. This colleague and I have needed this for some time. To be clear, neither of us has any interest in the other's personal life whatsoever; we're only interested in facilitating our own way of life within the company. The paths we wanted, based on our personalities and the image we projected, were completely segregated, forcing us to act discreetly and restrictively, which in turn caused us problems.

However, I think I'm being a bit harsh with us. The fact is, there are feelings between us; we like each other, we want to be in each other's lives. But right now, the company is the top priority. Our safety is precisely what makes us feel we can do something together. It creates the illusion that something is happening, even though the necessary elements aren't there. This is why our individual autonomy is more pronounced, because others don't know what to expect. We're not interested in others understanding us; we're only interested in feeling that we're reserving our space and that others can't access it. They consider this barbaric because, for them, what matters is that everyone in the company maintains some kind of involvement to keep things running smoothly. With us together, that's not possible, and we're always at the mercy of something happening, and at the same time, doing something could lead to just that.

This parallel government was essential. I have surrendered my work group to the negative comments of others, for the sake of absolute fairness, given that their life revolved around making decisions behind the scenes, passing off their results as their own, disregarding processes, and turning their intrusion into an accusation of invasion. That has ended.

These thugs tried to involve me in their way of doing things, believing that through their intimidation I would give in by remaining silent, but the inconsistency of my reactions backfired. Of course, typical of those deluded by power, unable to see the potential for future conflicts, a reaction they knew, because they assumed they knew everything and then some. Getting rid of them wasn't easy, but I can't say they were a thorn in my side either, since they had already played me once and their world came crashing down on them. That group's connections within the company had been weakening for some time, and what happened with this young woman was the final straw. They knew their grip on power was shaky; in fact, when I had a conflict, they tried to take sides, to play the hero and salvage some of their image, but I didn't cooperate with that either. It was easy to be a collaborator by being completely unyielding, making them believe there was something between us when there wasn't, even though the things I did for my own future weren't false. Everything came crashing down on them, and my colleague and I stood up to them, to the point that we, like everyone else, have them under close scrutiny. To the point that anything out of line now has to be discussed when I'm not around: they have someone who could betray them with a denunciation. This used to only happen with the departments they were in charge of, which were outside their office; now they have it right next door. The disorganization is radical; it's a matter of surviving however they can, because they see no way forward after the upcoming change in leadership.

The situation of that group is deplorable, and the company's situation is even more so from a management perspective, for no other reason than that it's a strategic, war-like situation. Ironically, this whole conflict with the girl was nothing more than a tacit series of instructions, where she did what I said. She was always under scrutiny, while I, the mastermind, remained untouched. Of course, the game was played out through actions that led to other actions, all of which were predetermined. My colleagues had their eyes on her, but behind the scenes, I was orchestrating that trust step by step, yielding to principles that seemed genuine to them but never truly existed, such as agreeing with the psychiatric services. This was never the case; they only assumed it because of my defense of authority, as required by law. Everything came to a head when the girl staged a fake health emergency, which I was able to exploit to accuse my colleagues of complete disregard for the company's needs, even though it was true that they did practice such practices. In short, this group ended up looking like they were operating independently, secretly, and completely ignored by the company, all thanks to a message in a WhatsApp group.

It's been quite a strategy to survive in an environment where, under ideal conditions, such things should never have been allowed. What she and I had should have been kept private from the start, but nobody would have said a word.

so i've always been in an environment where alcohol is this giant mystery. coming from a really religious family, alcohol's kind of like the ultimate taboo. but recently, i was hanging out with some friends who've had drinks now and then, and this whole 'tipsy' concept came up 🥴 and it got me thinking...

i mean, they've described it as not being entirely drunk but just feeling a bit lightheaded and more relaxed? they mentioned sometimes people feel warm all over or maybe get a fit of giggles. it's kind of fascinating how it seems to slightly loosen social inhibitions, almost like turning down the volume on anxiety?

and sure, there's definitely a health conversation that goes with this stuff (talk about moderation and understanding one's limits...) but something about the idea still makes me curious. nobody in my immediate circle drinks, so my tipsy tales are all second-hand haha.

i guess what has always stirred some curiosity is hearing how different people react when they're in that state. sounds like people experience things uniquely: maybe feeling high-spirited during one drink or getting sleepy with another... do taste preferences play into the effects too?

does vivacious laughter really take hold more easily? someone even said music sounded better to them after a cocktail or two! it’s intriguing yet so distant for me right now given my background, but who knows what i'll learn from others along the way.

Hey folks, I'm at a point where I need to share my curiosity and confusion about something quite peculiar... Can anxiety cause tingling in your body? 🤔😅 I've been experiencing these sporadic tingling sensations and it's kind of freaky, not gonna lie. Now, I'm not exactly the type to catastrophize every little symptom... but hey, better safe than sorry!

In all seriousness though, I've read articles that mention anxiety can manifest physically in strange ways. 'Mind over matter' they say, right? It's fascinating yet terrifying how our minds could potentially trigger such physical reactions. However, as optimistic as I like to be (thankfully), it would be reassuring to know if anyone has had similar experiences or insights. Maybe there's a logical explanation that could put my mind at ease? 🙂 Cheers for any input!

One of the major problems I've observed while exploring the world, from my new way of life—radical solitude, seeking the greatest possible economic and social independence, to the point where I construct my own reality, which delves into so many diverse realities that I can't possibly agree with the idea of ​​a single, monolithic reality, which I find extremely dangerous—is that many people live by trying to escape their problems quickly, instantaneously, as if their lives, their individual parts, were somehow waste or something like that. I've noticed that this is most prevalent in social problems, while the essential aspects, where there's less reflection, are the market products, where there's greater context. But in the social sphere, this is practically and completely abandoned.

I set out to follow basic principles of socialization, those established by professionals, but I encountered a world that thrives on the very things from which those principles—those mistakes—originated, and I was utterly stunned. Things I had already overcome, some people haven't; instead, to my surprise, they continue to delve into them, by any means necessary, without any restraint, digging deeper and deeper, leading me to wonder, "When, for God's sake, will these people hit rock bottom?" I'm frightened because the social aspect, the very atom of our composition that is society, isn't taken seriously. This is reflected, dramatically, in the lack of consequences for the results people seek within this, and I must say it, capitalism, which is clearly savage because it's about seizing control of the system, the very source from which all modus operandi arises. I'm stunned and don't know what to do, nor who to tell, because everyone is caught up in this situation. So, talking to them is just trying to express that they're mired in a kind of jelly, and since they deny it, they'll find any excuse to deny it. And given my persistence, they'll try to silence me.

My town, where I am, it must be admitted, is a town of silences, where dictatorships reign supreme. Personally, I find it hard not to see others as people who use civilization as a kind of camouflage, discreetly revealing their true situation—the situation they're not actually in—so that it's not obvious. It's all about carrying out a kind of colonization. Everyone is trying to colonize. I've encountered all sorts of monsters, but they're reserved for a certain cultural level, without considering that there are people, like me, who aren't interested in being confined there at all. I need to be civilized, and that's not something you simply are or act like; it's something you build through reflection on experience, which allows you to distance yourself from situations and then act through simplicity, which is precisely why it's complex. They're not opposites in any way; that's what being civilized is all about.

I'd like to express myself in a public forum, but I have a great fear of being lectured. I already tried it on a venting app, and everyone saw venting as a kind of structure one had to follow to express the situation. It's a bureaucratization, for God's sake, of feelings, of that way we conceive of them and that makes us feel expressed, relieved, for God's sake, and that's a fact that is described, again, for God's sake, not a protocol, and that's what many aspire to on the street. My boss aspired to that, and precisely because he didn't know those fundamental principles, that everything should be based on action, and not on provoking it, what led me to do was precisely to displace that force, so that it would be evident and I could denounce it. He hoped that at some point I would become careless due to stress, due to a proportional factor, when in fact that was always being recycled thanks to routines that allowed me to always be in contact with my experience. The factor he aspired to was based on fleeing from experience, something I didn't do; I saw it, I embraced it, I always had time for what I was doing, and that's precisely why trust was built in me, which isn't imposed or anything like that.

Many people don't understand this area because they initially base their modus operandi on a model of proportions, when everything stems from specific circumstances. This model of proportions, based on emotions, applies precisely to those who have remained within a group, and it is precisely this group that determines the existence of extremes, since the group is not about transcendence but about containment, and hence the phenomenon of proportion, due to a difference in normalities.

It's time we all started contributing, at the very least, hypotheses about life, in some way, sketching something out, whatever it may be. Personally, I don't know a single human being who remains stuck with it once they admit the matter is just a hypothesis. It seems to me that this tendency to remain stuck with it, and which, from what I've observed in many speeches, translates precisely into that imposition that leads to amplifying what happens to us, the facts. Many people still live in the desperate need to alter the course of events, by any means necessary, through all sorts of exploits, seeking at all costs to make everything according to their own standards; in other words, it's the very establishment of dictatorships. That's the spirit of my people, which rightly determines that it's not up to the task.

It pains me to make these criticisms, but I need to know who I stand with. I expected a population already under the protection of a constitutional apparatus from which to operate, rather than one that would be dominant behind the scenes. Understandably, my idealistic spirit is met with pity by everyone I know, since depending on it, according to them, is tantamount to accepting that someone could shatter me. Of course, they haven't hesitated to embrace this theory, which is undeniably useful and cyclical, in the sense that its application, through its versatility depending on the situation, does yield results. The constitutional apparatus of my people does not leave them defenseless in any way, but the people have not sought to influence its use according to the principles of nation-building; instead, it has served as a tool for camouflage. This is a topic I have already explored at length, so I don't want to delve further into it. I'm tired of encountering people who live nothing but exploiting appearances, seeking to solidify them in order to use them to their advantage, necessarily contributing to the impossibility of intimacy among those who make up the community. They contribute to a life lived on appearances, a permanent and highly praised theatrical performance, of course, making venturing out into the unknown for many a kind of suicide or a journey into a realm filled with monsters, like the sirens in their tragic form.

Many genuine relationships are being neglected. Survival is prioritized at all costs; in fact, that's what's encouraged: that everyone cope with what they already have, that those who can't cope are embraced, precisely keeping the individual from transcendence, submitting to it when it happens again, making justifications about frequency or things like that. Precisely preventing them from rising to the occasion. However, my question is: Who can I talk to about this in my social circle? No one. Everyone is focused on surviving the status quo, of course, because that's what they consider normal, and trying to do anything beyond that only brings them problems, thus limiting their own identity.

That's why some people are trapped in a living hell and can't escape. It had to be said, I had to say it.

Hey there, folks. I was scrolling mindlessly through Netflix the other day and it struck me how much I really want to see more films about mental health. 🤔 Coming from a family with a ton of mental health issues, I'm constantly seeking to better my understanding of these complex conditions. You'd think that with all the technological advances and our unprecedented access to information, finding movies that portray mental health accurately would be easy peasy, right? Well, nope! It often feels like finding a needle in a haystack when you're trying to differentiate between what's insightful and what's just plain sensationalized.

Look, I get it. Filmmakers need drama to attract viewers. But c'mon, must we always rely on stereotypes or hyperbole? It's a total drag. I watched 'Silver Linings Playbook' recently (highly recommend for its honest take) but soon found myself back at square one after realizing it's one of those rare gems amidst absolute junk heaps. In most flicks, characters are either misrepresented as dangerous or just simplified to fit neat little narratives; both of which couldn't be further from reality.

I also see people lauding movies without really thinking if they're presenting the right picture. Sure, it'd be incredible if films could help change perceptions or spark conversations around mental wellness... yet they can't do that if all they do is perpetuate misconceptions! 🙄 So here's where I am now: out there hunting for relatable stories and accurate representations... any recommendations or similar frustrating experiences? Please share! Desperation creeping in here...