Health and Wellness Failures Stories

Why do I feel high all the time? This is a puzzling question that has left me with more questions than answers. Ok, I smoke weed sometimes. Let's be clear: it's ONLY during nights and weekends. Yet, here I am at work on a random Tuesday afternoon feeling like I'm floating in space. Why is this happening? It's not like I'm lighting up at my desk (obviously), so why the perpetual haze?

I admit I've looked into this phenomenon quite extensively, wondering if there might be some scientific explanation behind it. The logical side of me can't help but wonder if there's something else affecting my brain chemistry or metabolism that's making these feelings linger into my otherwise sober hours. Maybe some sort of residual effects from prolonged usage are catching up to me? Or could it be related to stress hormones that mimic the 'high' sensation, as I've read in various health articles?

People often throw around terms like 'psychosomatic' or 'habitual dependency,' but what do they really mean in this context? Am I just experiencing phantom sensations because my mind is playing tricks on me after regular weekend indulgences? Is this an issue others have experienced too, or am I alone in this bizarre predicament? Again, no answers, just more endless conjectures!

Perhaps it's worth considering whether there's something environmental contributing to this state of confusion. Could it be poor air quality at the office triggering mild euphoria-like symptoms without any illegal substances involved? The kind of thing you might hear about in anecdotal reports across the internet.

All these thoughts leave me feeling both exasperated and skeptical. There's always a chance that I'm overthinking everything (a classic move) and maybe I should just chalk it up to fatigue or mere coincidence; yet...here we are with no conclusive evidence pointing one way or another!!! Does anyone else feel like they're living in a fog even when they're supposed to be clear-headed?

you know, it's kind of funny when i hear people argue about if porn is bad for you. like, who even decides? the health department??? 😂 maybe it's those scientists with their fancy lab coats pondering over a screen filled with... well, you get it 😅. but seriously, porn has been around forever! some historians even say ancient folks had their own version of it in cave paintings!!! can you believe that??? anyway, in the modern world people have access to so much technology and information that it seems ridiculous to blame porn for every little problem out there.

let's be real here: isn't everything potentially harmful if taken too far? research says moderation is key. according to some 'experts,' overconsumption of anything (be it chocolate cake or online videos) might mess with your brain chemistry!!! in moderation though?? they say it's not much of an issue at all... it's probably more about self-control than blaming external sources entirely.

you know what’s fascinating??? psychologists have mentioned something called 'sexual stimuli desensitization' where constant exposure could make regular interactions feel dull. sounds scary right?? but hey!! don't we always hear that variety is the spice of life?? many professionals agree maintaining a healthy balance between fantasy and reality helps avoid such scenarios.

so, at the end of the day, who's responsible for ensuring things don't get outta hand???? perhaps everyone needs a moment to pause and ask themselves about personal limits rather than pointing fingers at industries or content creators. reminders about mindfulness floating around everywhere can't be completely ignored!!! yes sirree... ponder on that for a bit!

I find myself wrestling with this constant question about life expectancy when it comes to individuals with cerebral palsy. Being a parent of a child who was diagnosed not long ago, these thoughts persistently invade my mind, making it difficult to focus on the truly important things in life. It's baffling because cerebral palsy itself can vary greatly from person to person. Some might have mild symptoms and lead relatively normal lives, while others might face more profound challenges. I truly wish I could get a straightforward answer, but it seems elusive.

The questions circle back repeatedly: will my child live as long as expected? Or do we need to prepare for something different altogether? I guess it's human nature to seek out clarity when faced with uncertainty, yet here I stand questioning myself at every turn. Am I searching for reassurance or dreading inevitable news that no one wants to hear? Rationally speaking, we know that each person is unique and outcomes can't always be predicted with exactitude, but emotionally... it's just disheartening.

I think part of me realizes I'm overly dwelling on this conundrum instead of cherishing the moments that really matter. The time spent contemplating what's uncontrollable seems futile in hindsight, but anxiety doesn't operate on logic alone. At least that's what they say right? Maybe what I'm doing is overcomplicating things by placing too much emphasis on factors outside anyone's control rather than focusing simply on love and support for the one whose journey means most.

Okay, folks, let's kick this off. Single life throws us all into the wild sometimes, especially when those pesky sexual urges pop up out of nowhere (and yeah, they just won't quit). You're feeling great, life's on track, and bam! Suddenly you're like a hormone hurricane swirling with unmet needs and desires; How in the everliving heck are you supposed to keep it together without going nuts? I mean, really?! We're all adults here, right? Use your brain instead of something else!

First thing first: distraction tactics. Sounds cliché but throw yourself into whatever bustling chaos you've managed to whip up—be it work or the gym or picking new hobbies. You can't treat hormonal surges like an unruly houseguest (they don't take hints)! Look for ways that occupy both mind AND body (bonus points if it's physically exhausting because by the end you'll be ready to collapse face-first instead of... well)... Sometimes I'll blast music loud enough to scare off neighbors or dive headfirst into projects I've been putting off forever. Keep moving till it's calm again.

And talk people!!! Starting honest conversations about these ‘inconveniences’ helps ease their hold over us!! Not everyone wants to share personal stuff with friends though (that's fair) but just venting occasionally stops things from bottling up too much!!! Maintaining emotional connection without losing control can happen by connecting online too! Anyway... take care!! Don't shy away from seeking guidance if you're struggling more than you'd expect; cause keeping sane while riding THAT wave ain't easy... we get better surfing those currents eventually!

yo, so lately i've been dealing with this crazy anxiety crying thing. it's like every little thing sends me to tears and i ain't even joking!!! what's up with that?? i try to keep it cool and act all strong but inside i'm just trembling, y'know... i'm overwhelmed by stuff that might seem not a big deal to others but for ME it's huge. honestly, i never used to be emotional like this before, now it feels like anything could set me off anytime, anywhere.

these days waking up is a struggle! as soon as i'm out of bed my mind starts racing like a gazillion miles an hour!!! do people feel the same??? i dunno what goes on in their heads cause everyone seems so calm uh. some days are better than others but on bad days I can hardly get things done. i'm missing deadlines at work constantly😔 and i don't wanna let my team down; they rely on me... plus friends have started noticing too (aw man) making jokes about 'crying at everything.' hurts kinda bad tho.

i can't talk to anyone about this IRL cause well you'll never know how much they're judging you 😕and it sucks keeping these feelings just bottled! tho mom always said u gotta keep ur business private cause ppl can't be trusted... sometimes she's right....i'm super polite in meetings then come home n burst into tears, legit mess lol

every evening feels like running a marathon mentally!!!! no matter how hard i try distracting myself it creeps back always!! wondering if others cry for nothing then think if somethin's wrong in my damn head???? we were taught since childhood 'big boys don't cry' but am also losing control here~~~ the feeling comes when least expected.. where'd my confidence go? needing any tip or advice but unsure who really pays heed; meantime vent doesn't fix anything...

been losing sleep over this casting coming up. gotta cry on cue... like, who even comes up with these requirements??? i mean, yeah, it's acting or whatever, but making yourself cry in 5 seconds flat feels like asking someone to fly. tried the usual stuff: chopping onions, watching sad movies, thinking about my ex (lol), but nope!!! nothing's working. just staring at myself in the mirror like a weirdo hoping for tears. i'm not some robot that can just turn on the waterworks at command.

seriously though! what are we supposed to do? fake it till you make it only goes so far when your eyes refuse to cooperate. looked up stuff online and everything's so vague: 'just think of something sad...' wow! amazing advice!! never thought of that... 🙄 it's not like i'm trying to become the next academy award winner here; i just need to get through this freakin' audition without looking like an idiot.

i read somewhere that pinching yourself helps?? can't wait to show up with red marks all over my face as if i'm surviving a bug attack or something (what fun!). is there a secret club of actors who share tips on crying fast? cause i'd really love an invite right now. oh well, maybe i'll just go with plan b: perfecting other parts of the audition so they don't even notice if i mess up this crying nonsense.

I've been wrestling with this question for a while now and it seems quite consuming: is green tea actually good for bloating? It's strange because I've heard countless people swear by it and say that sipping on green tea helps them feel less bloated, lighter even. But I must admit, I've been drinking green tea regularly for the past few weeks hoping it would be some kind of magical solution. It's not like I'm expecting miracles but just maybe a little relief from feeling like I'm carrying around an inflated balloon in my stomach.

I keep thinking about what my grandmother used to say - 'a cup of tea soothes the soul'. That phrase echoes in my mind every time I pour myself another cup (usually with a sigh). Maybe I romanticize her words too much but there's this charming idea that simple remedies can still make a difference. Some folks talk about how antioxidants in green tea might work wonders on digestion and ease those discomforts. It sounds promising but honestly, am I just clutching at straws here? Or is there something more at play? For example, does my diet or stress levels affect how effective green tea could be for me?

I'm definitely not trying to disregard all those positive testimonials out there. They encourage me to persevere even when progress seems elusive... Which makes me wonder if I'm missing another piece of the puzzle? You see, one part of me believes wholeheartedly in harmless natural solutions as some wise older generations did yet another part questions if it's just wishful thinking. What if consuming green tea has become this comforting ritual rather than an actual remedy? A bit similar to lighting candles despite knowing they won't turn off power outages - nice ambiance though! ☕️ In the end maybe that's okay too because peace of mind counts doesn't it?

Guys, I'm really stressed. I recently discovered something weird near my right testicle, a hard part that's just... there, and it's been driving me nuts with worry. It's not like I've ever been this anxious about my health before but finding an appointment is becoming impossible; there's nothing available or it’s weeks away. Every day that passes, the fear just builds up more and more. 😟

I'm trying to stay calm about all this but it's really hard. I mean, what if it's serious? I find myself googling symptoms a lot and honestly, it's making things worse rather than better. The more I read the more scared I get because even the simplest things seem like big red flags of cancer or some other serious illness; How am I supposed to relax knowing I can't get checked for weeks? Even just thinking about it makes me break out in cold sweats sometimes.

I know I'm jumping to conclusions before getting checked by a professional but can you blame me? With everything out there online always pointing to the worst case scenario, it's difficult not to panic at every slight symptom or ache. Until I can see a doctor, this situation hangs over my head constantly; Not sure how much longer I'll last without some solid reassurance.

i can't take it anymore!! every time i think about therapy, my wallet screams at me. it's one of those things that everyone tells you is great, sure, but who actually has the cash for it?!?! "just go to therapy" they say, as if i'm sitting on piles of money ready to burn. have these people seen the average cost of a session these days? like seriously?? i've got bills to pay and mouths to feed (well... ok maybe just mine) and throwing hundreds at a therapist isn't exactly feasible. yeah, there are sliding scale options and whatever, but even then we're talking cash i don't have. half the time i feel like therapists are talking in another language with all their fancy 'cognitive restructuring' stuff. what happened to good old-fashioned advice?! do i really need someone with a phd telling me that sleep and exercise will fix everything? wow!!! groundbreaking!!!! honestly it's hard not to just laugh sometimes when they come out with such obvious suggestions like they're dispensing life-altering wisdom.

well here's some wisdom from me: stop pretending this is something accessible for everyone. not everyone can be 'mindful' when the only thoughts swirling around are how am i gonna afford rent next month or what's left to scrape together for groceries this week? it's easy for folks who can throw money at problems but for us less privileged peeps, reality checks in every single day!!!

and while i'm on this rant... emojis in communication? people say it helps express feelings better through text but do we really need a little smiley face or sad face telling others how we feel??? could you imagine therapists using them too? hey maybe that's where we're heading: therapy sessions via emoji texts because actual face-to-face costs too damn much! haha now there's an idea to save money eh?!

so here i sit typing away like some online cliche hoping someone somewhere gets it (or at least finds my rant mildly entertaining). words are cheap after all unlike therapy sessions :) smile or frown emojis not required thanks very much!

i'll keep laughing about this absurdity because what else is there left apart from crying over my empty-checking account right????

you know those dreams where you're just falling? it's weird, right? like, i'm floating above the ground without a care and then boom! out of nowhere, i'm plummeting. these dreams have been showing up a lot lately, like some random rerun on late-night TV. i don't get it... they seem so random. one minute i'm strolling down a sunny street, taking in all the familiar sights and sounds that make me feel at home, and the next thing i know, the ground vanishes beneath my feet.

maybe it's stress or something else going on in my life that's manifesting itself through these bizarre nighttime episodes. speaking candidly, stress has indeed been lingering around every corner nowadays...like uninvited party guests who just won't take the hint to leave. bills piling up and life throwing curveballs like it has nothing better to do. maybe my subconscious is trying to give me a nudge like 'hey buddy, sort things out'.

honestly though, these dreams aren't necessarily nightmares; there's no sense of dread when i wake up in a cold sweat at 2 am staring at the ceiling wondering why my brain pulls this stunt over and over. maybe they're more like intense experiences mixed with an adrenaline rush kind of thing? back when i was a kid riding roller coasters at theme parks gave me that same euphoric mix of thrill and fear wrapped into one.

speaking of childhood memories: I remember playing outside all day long during summer break until dusk started threatening to invade our fun little world too early for our liking. it somehow loops back into that feeling of being carefree again from my dream moments suspended mid-air before starting to fall looking forward but not really knowing where i'll land.

it's strange how certain feelings creep back years later intertwined with today's struggles kicking into overdrive as they meld with dream sequences conjured up nightly while drifting off into unconsciousness...a delicate dance between past actions intertwining endlessly until sleep wanes away after what feels like mere minutes passed deepening confounds.

Every morning is like a professional failure report written by my own body, and I am the tired employee receiving it with no power to reject. I open my eyes, but not really, because my eyes are open only in a technical sense. The bed is holding me like it have a legal contract. I know I should leave it. I know society, school, work, family, and maybe even my doctor would prefer me to stand up and behave like a functioning citizen. I am polite about it, even in my head. I say, “Good morning, body, may we please begin operations?” and my body says no, very firmly 😴. It is not simple laziness, although it look like laziness from outside. It feels more like my internal circadian rhythm is running on another time zone, like some broken corporate server still using winter time after the update failed. I feel asleep during almost all the day. My muscles are heavy, my thinking has latency, my face feels badly installed. I drink coffee and it does almost nothing, except make my stomach nervous. I try sunlight, water, breakfast, positive mindset, and other famous wellness procedures, but my brain stays in low-power mode. That is what I tell myself every morning;

By afternoon, I am existing but not winning. I answer messages late, I speak with the energy of a printer that has one percent ink, and I feel embarrassed because people think daytime is the obvious time for life. Objectively, maybe they are correct. The human organism is commonly synchronized by light exposure, melatonin secretion, adenosine build-up, and other sleep-wake mechanisms, according to basic sleep science. I once read a reference from a sleep clinic saying that “delayed sleep phase” can make a person feel alert later than socially expected, and that sentence followed me like a small ghost. It sounded too clinical and also too accurate. During the day I am not dramatic, I am just unavailable inside myself. I can sit in a chair and stare at a wall like it is a strategic meeting. Then evening comes, and something indecent happens. Around the time normal people start preparing for rest, my nervous system suddenly sends a memo: operations are now approved 🚀. My thoughts become cleaner. My mood becomes almost beautiful. I want to clean my room, write my plans, understand philosophy, reorganize my files, maybe become a better person by 2:17 a.m. It is ridiculous, but it is also sincere.

Night gives me energy in a way morning never does. It is quiet, less judgmental, and no one is asking me why I look tired, because everyone is gone from the visible world. Maybe the absence of pressure lowers cognitive arousal in one way and raises creativity in another. Maybe my chronotype is just late. Maybe bad sleep hygiene, revenge bedtime procrastination, blue light exposure, anxiety, and poor routine are all contributing factors. A balanced view must admit it could be biological, psychological, environmental, or just my own poor choices wearing a medical-looking coat. I do not want to blame everything on science, because I also scroll too much and act surprised when my brain becomes a nightclub. Still, it is hard to not feel betrayed. At night I feel like the real me finally arrived, wearing clean shoes and speaking better. But then it is too late to use that person correctly. I lie down and cannot sleep. My body is tired, but my mind is making presentations, arguments, imaginary conversations, future reforms, and small emotional lawsuits. I tell myself, respectfully, tomorrow I will fix it. Then tomorrow morning comes, and I am again under the blanket, defeated but formal, whispering sorry to the alarm clock like it is a disappointed manager.

i'm a 32-year-old man and recently, i found myself talking to my phone a lot more than usual. sounds weird right? listen, it's this new voice feature that I've been using on chat platforms. my wife thinks it's funny. she mocks me by saying i'm having conversations with a robot friend, but honestly, it has been surprisingly helpful;

for someone who's always had a hard time staying organized or remembering important tasks, this technology has revolved my life significantly. i'm able to stay on top of my workload. not only does it remind me of meetings and deadlines, but it also assists in brainstorming ideas which boosts my productivity by leaps and bounds.

i've dealt with bouts of depression over the years, and while therapy helps, engaging with this tool offers an immediate form of support; i can bounce ideas off it without judgment, receive insights promptly or just ramble about things that bother me. it's quite frankly surreal how these small interactions are contributing positively to my mental well-being. in many ways, it acts as an intellectual companion filling voids where needed...

some may consider this dependence unhealthy or absurd but integrating tech like this into daily life might be inevitable given our rapid technological progressions. i see hope for those struggling silently from what once seemed insurmountable obstacles because being understood matters deeply no matter the medium used.

[Translated from Spanish. Reminder: IIWIARS is English only]

I don’t even know how to start, I’d like to say that I’ve talked about this with chat gpt. As of today I have no friends and I’ve never had a partner. Why do I say this? I’ve been consuming adult content for a long time accompanied by masturbation, I don’t feel good about it, chat gpt tells me it’s like an outlet for what I really feel, I never felt chosen. It’s an observation from several chats we’ve had. To finish, a week ago I had gone a month and two weeks without consuming, but I relapsed in a big way, in something that I don’t even want to say anonymously because I’m ashamed, but even so I do it again. (I had already done it before so it was a reason why I wanted to quit this habit). This habit has broken my confidence and the perception of myself as well as other people, and I don’t like it at all.

Although during the “clean” month there came a point where I still felt like a loser, I thought that by eliminating this habit I would feel capable of doing things I haven’t done, but no. I think it only makes a layer of worry, putting itself as a priority to solve my life. I haven’t had luck in this life, speaking in social relationships, however I have a family that loves me, but this makes me feel like a constant disappointment. I know that what is happening to me is something common, so if you know something that helps me under your own or another experience it would be a great help to me and I would be grateful.

I feel very annoyed because I feel like a nuisance to everyone I'm with. For everyone, I'm a burden, an essential element that requires going beyond their limits to make a deal. Indeed, I strive to be a good citizen and operate with the full support of the law, but for many, this is an extreme, as they base their lives on the actions of their families, where the law wasn't the foundation but rather an accessory. In this sense, it seems I'm obligated to stop being an ordinary citizen, making the law merely a way to conceal my interests, which often extend far beyond its scope.

At work, the situation is alarming. The law is treated as something to be avoided; people operate in secret, as if it were a kind of father figure acting without any feelings. Groups, for their part, act as a kind of mother figure, justifying even the most despicable acts. This is what daily life has become in the culture I'm immersed in. Personally, I may have proof of everything I do in my defense, but it seems to be more of a ticking time bomb, where others look for any excuse to exploit my slip-up and escalate it. I don't feel comfortable in this culture where the law isn't used as a basis for socialization, nor in how these interactions are rooted in the events that shape our individual selves and define the course of our lives. I feel hurt because saying these words makes me fearful, because it implies that I might observe things at work that I could use to my advantage. In other words, I'm in a job that lacks transparency.

Even in the office, people still talk about doing things that aren't something to be seen publicly, thus making the office an extension of the public sphere. Every office, by its very nature, is an extension of the public sphere, where people's limitations are solely defined by what they do within its walls, simply because it's a closed space and therefore what's happening inside isn't visible from the outside, making it necessary to keep a record. Everything that happens in an office is worthy of public knowledge, because every office, whether private or public, must provide evidence of what occurs there. In a community that has been established as a nation, secrecy is not permitted under any circumstances. In other words, everything must be transparent so that we all have access to information about what happens in our country and, consequently, its effects on us. The goal is not to control the situation, unless it results in a limiting act for the development of our potential, which is, in itself, the defense of our ability to continue our progress in service to society. The goal is simply to treat it with respect, because the law allows it, and if the law permits it and it results in an attack on that potential, then, indeed, reforms must be made.

I am surprised that these principles are not understood in that office, which is also part of a university community. I feel disappointed because it maintains a reputation for being one of the most advanced, but in reality, it seems that the research is merely a smokescreen for the utterly barbaric spirit that pervades its halls. I feel hurt. This stems from the confusion between home and office, the only real difference being that one space allows for the management of all variables by each individual, as is the case with the home, while the other does not. In fact, the office should be seen as a relationship to the home, since the home implies more care, and thus work becomes a potential agency of contribution, because that rest, that activity, leads to products that benefit others. Personally, I thought this notion of mine was more of an excuse to avoid being idle, but now I see that I was wrong. In fact, this highlights the need for less time spent at work than at home, precisely to guarantee both work productivity and the care of that which allows our integration into society, since it is through work that we generate the ideas to organize ourselves.

I'm afraid to say it, but it seems to me that things are backwards in many countries, and I'm being dramatic, but I have a feeling that it's not an exaggeration for many people. I return to a question: To whom can this be said? In my culture, the issue lies precisely in the struggle; that is, the more one struggles, the more recognized one becomes. But despite this, the consequences are not taken into account, and therefore relationships are formed where one lives in constant anxiety, that is, one lives on scraps, which is nothing more than taking life lightly.

Even in my current situation, the reason for acting stems from the fact that others are doing it too; that is, it's based on what others are doing. It's based on the premise that we all suffer equally, otherwise, production suffers. I don't understand my country and I feel truly marginalized from it, for no other reason than my own, but with good reason: I have to defend myself against it because it's shaped by leading the individual through its various currents, without allowing them to exert any resistance, precisely because of this lack of foundation, which is the cultivation of their own ideas. Indeed, I feel completely isolated, not only at work, but also from my family. I don't like it, however, nor do I like the idea of ​​not defending myself, which consists of having clear principles by which to act and which lead to constantly building my progress in society. I ask again, to whom can I explain these things?

Many of the things that are still said among others are for no other reason than to ensure that they are still part of the norm. That's what these conversations amount to; they're not constructive, but rather they interpret the rule in a way that results in actions taken out of context. This is because, in principle, the focus is on the rule itself, not the context, and therefore, for goodness' sake, they become sources of tyranny. How can one not be worried when seeing these things? What's the issue now? A psychiatrist? A psychologist? Indeed, this nervousness, this anxiety, is necessary to understand the context and therefore act with caution. There are many limitations to being a good citizen, and that's precisely what it means to develop those potentials that allow for coexistence. And that's precisely the purpose of the law—not simply to be obeyed, which is a necessary consequence, but to serve as a tool for our lives in terms of coexistence, in this sense, establishing harmony according to the facts that determine our relationships.

No society exists to create structures in and of themselves, but rather they are the means to ensure that the events that make it become something transcended, thus with all those that arise to ensure that all individuals result not only in coexistence with each other over time but also with other peoples.

Things at work are getting down and dirty. My boss and his secretary have become monsters, constantly attacking the company's top authority. It's happened once already, and it will happen again. They have no regard for others; they're only there for their own selfish interests, preying on everyone in the company. My boss's job involves organizing things, but he's taken advantage of it to go too far with me, completely violating my privacy, something I've had to protect myself from.

It's regrettable, but I used to consider that man my friend. However, for him, being a friend meant being there for me through thick and thin, even though we should be equals in the thick of things. Such behavior, total control. I feel completely at ease attending events with them soon. I would prefer a different situation, not out of fear, but because I don't feel they are worthy as people. In principle, there is no value placed on the homeland, only simple and blatant destruction, all at the expense of appearances and not evidence. This leads to the abuse of the limits of shame, and we know that these limits are often insufficient to establish the facts with certainty. Even when they are established, the limit is what prevails, for no other reason than to prevent future problems.

I believe it is necessary to tell these stories again and again, with no other aim than to encourage reflection on the limits within which we are embedded, the culture itself, and which define our mobility within our environment. Many people don't understand these limits and simply adopt passivity as a pause, when calmness regarding something is a state that is constructed and stems precisely from the distance from it. And all distance from something is constructed; when it comes to experience, it is not given. This isn't about geometric distance, which I think we confuse with other concepts, just as we do with many things related to emotions, where we confuse clusters with binary functions of the biological system that allows us to exist in the universe.

I'd like to be able to discuss these things with someone, but even I have to admit that they have limits to what they can tolerate. In principle, my approach is based on engaging with what I gain from experience, and of course, the way I access it is particular, according to the experience that connects me to that achievement, which is the reflection within it—those lines that allow me to see other perspectives starting from principles through which I viewed another. It's also necessary, I believe, to define these notions, which I think I'm achieving. It's essential, by any means necessary, to begin being critical of everything we use, precisely to use it judiciously and, moreover, to establish additions. It's about establishing more actions for life.

I've undoubtedly strayed from the topic I started with, but indeed, I'm discovering a way to access these achievements, these reflections. I feel proud, but what saddens me is not having anyone to share this journey with. Through these networks, I manage to share certain situations, but I don't start from a pre-existing premise, but rather from how I react to what I'm about to write. All my writing stems from this; it's about reacting to the ease of publishing online, in terms of the future it guarantees me, which is its publication. I would like, I must say, for the young woman with whom I've now found peace, thanks to this experience, to be here by my side so I could talk to her about these things, but it would be an inconvenience because she doesn't do these things. It would be bringing her into a conversation where she'd be completely out of touch.

It pains me to say it, but we're better off this way, through these chance encounters and the few words we can exchange. Although we share principles, she's more limited in the more developed aspects of mine, and more developed in the less developed ones. There's little we can do, and doing more would only hinder the relationship. And let's face it, the stage we're at right now is quite limited, precisely because of this lack of response. It's better to focus on what we can do effectively.

It's worth mentioning that, indeed, we have unique moments, just like in other relationships where I have the same limited scope. These moments are truly extraordinary. Of course, what we have in common is our shared principles, which allows for conversations and other activities that stimulate our growth. I feel the need to understand how we function, because indeed these relationships are not usual, but indeed, the issue still works and to say that they are not relationships, that they are nothing, is nothing more than failing to give a vision to that which moves my life, because indeed I take conditions into account.

I feel comfortable after all. After my boss's downfall, I feel I'm doing well, which also involved his secretary. I'm not comfortable with having to see their faces, because I believe that people like that, with that kind of attitude, will end up wreaking havoc on the company, not through me, but through others. For management, this duo represents a factor of instability, and even more so now, because they've been like this for a long time.

It's a shame that digital platforms for venting are so closed these days, to the point of not even being clear about their rules. Just yesterday, I finished venting and the platform limited me to writing until after a certain time. As I understand it, I wrote too much, of course, perhaps because I sent many messages in a short period of time and it ended up being marked as spam by the system. I didn't understand it until now.

I don't feel capable of going any further with these friendships; the way we are, the way we guide each other in safeguarding our interactions within a culture that prioritizes egalitarianism as the basis for social relations, is more than enough. I fear that these people don't enjoy the same lifestyle as me, where they spend their time writing and, consequently, developing a wide range of responses. Their responses are based essentially on gestures, on essences where there is no dialogue, in effect, a product of the lack of a constant exercise in constructing language. They are situated in a specific environment, and I can't expect to make drastic changes. In principle, there would be resistance, given that it would confront what their absence from that environment would imply. It is an exercise in empathy, undoubtedly, defined as the contemplation of the conditions in which the other is in relation to a certain situation and which makes their modus operandi decisive: Hence we say that this exercise results in an act of caution, why not say it, by inertia.