Life Coach Issues Stories

How do you control an impatient attitude? I'm so impatient that things went messy. For context, I'm just a young adult who is struggling to figure out life. I know we all experience this phase, however, I'm really impatient that I think I made my life messy, that sometimes I blame people around me for going through these predicaments. I'm becoming someone I hate. Please give me some advice.

so here's the deal: i have been wondering why i am not attracted to anyone? it all started in my late teens, honestly. i just cannot figure out what is wrong with me !!!! like everyone around me seems to feel this magnetic pull towards someone but i never feel it !!!! i see them talking about butterflies in their stomachs, yet here i am, feeling nothing !! what a fraud of a life?!

when i was younger and naive, maybeeee i thought it would arrive eventually.. some big romantic fireworks that never came. even at work, seeing colleagues flirt and date does not trigger anything in me. no profession-related pressure to find a partner affects my drive! it's almost like there's an inherent lack of wiring – something only science can answer for me.

do isolated sections of society face similar emotional detachment ??? perhaps... but why do people keep asking if i'm alright when the absence of 'desire' or 'affectionate affinity' appears sufficient ???! sure, friends mean well... yet every inquiry into my solitary status grates on nerves frayed by persistent doubts scratching beneath confident masks!

is attraction really necessary companionship??? practically speaking – yes; emotionally confused-unprepared-indifferent optimist says meh ??!! comprehending whispered words confounds my logic more than understanding architectural blueprints does!! why can't they accept my choice ??? are labels such as single meant to imply negativity ???? infinity: therein lies truth hidden beneath constant probing!

Ever catch yourself scrolling through social media, seeing someone you went to high school with, and suddenly wondering what exactly happened to your own life? I have. More times than I’d like to admit. There’s always that one person who seems to have somehow figured everything out years before you did. Maybe they have the impressive job title, the beautiful apartment, the holidays that look like they belong in a travel magazine, the new car, the relationship, the friends, the perfectly timed pictures with captions about how “grateful” they are. Meanwhile, I’m sitting there staring at my phone, thinking about the things I still haven’t accomplished and wondering why I seem to be moving through life at half the speed of everyone else. It sounds ridiculous when I say it out loud, because logically I know social media is only a tiny edited piece of someone’s life, but that doesn’t stop the comparison from creeping in. I would look at someone I barely even knew anymore and somehow allow their life to become evidence that I was failing at mine. Their promotion made my job feel less impressive. Their house made my place feel temporary. Their engagement made being single feel like some kind of problem that needed fixing. Even their confidence seemed to highlight every insecurity I had. The strangest part was that these people weren’t competing with me. Most of them probably hadn’t thought about me in years. I was creating an imaginary race in my own head and then getting upset because I thought I was losing it. For a long time, I believed success had a pretty simple formula. You were supposed to finish school, find a good career, earn more money every few years, buy nice things, settle down, and eventually become the kind of person younger people looked at and thought, “They’ve made it.” I didn’t really question where that definition came from. I just absorbed it from family, friends, movies, social media, and basically everywhere else. So whenever my life didn’t match that picture, I assumed something was wrong. I kept thinking I was behind, even though I never stopped to ask what I was supposedly behind in. Life isn’t a school assignment with one deadline. There isn’t some giant scoreboard keeping track of who bought a house first or who became a manager at thirty-two. But I treated it like there was. And over time, that constant measuring started affecting me more than I realised. I could have a genuinely good week, feel proud of something I had done, and then five minutes of scrolling could completely change my mood. Suddenly what had felt like progress seemed small because somebody else had done something bigger. It was exhausting. I was basically handing strangers and old acquaintances control over how I felt about myself, and the craziest thing is that they had no idea they were doing it.

What finally started changing things for me was asking a question that sounds ridiculously obvious now: what do I actually want? Not what would look impressive online. Not what would make an old classmate jealous. Not what I thought I was supposed to have by a certain age. What would actually make my own life feel meaningful? I wish I had asked myself that years earlier, because the answer was more complicated than I expected. Some of the things I had been chasing weren’t really mine. I wanted them because they represented success, not because they would necessarily make me happier. I started realizing that maybe success could be having enough control over my time to see the people I care about. Maybe it could mean waking up without dreading the day ahead. Maybe it’s being financially stable without needing to become insanely wealthy. Maybe it’s building stronger friendships, taking care of my health, learning something I’ve always wanted to learn, becoming more patient, or being able to look at the person I was a year ago and know I’ve grown. None of those things photograph as dramatically as a sports car or a promotion announcement, but they matter to me far more. That was the part I had missed for so long. Success isn’t one universal destination. The person I was comparing myself to might genuinely love the life they built, and that’s great, but that doesn’t automatically mean I would be happy living the same way. We can admire someone without turning their achievements into a judgement of our own progress. That distinction has made such a difference for me. I still compare myself sometimes, because I’m human and social media definately doesn’t make it easy, but I’m getting better at catching myself before I spiral. When I feel that familiar jealousy or inadequacy showing up, I try to ask what it’s actually telling me. Sometimes jealousy points toward something I genuinely want, and if it does, I can use that information. Other times it’s just insecurity wearing a disguise. Either way, it’s more useful than immediately deciding I’m a failure. I’ve also learned that becoming the best version of yourself sounds inspiring, but in real life it’s often boring and repetitive. It means doing small things consistently when nobody is watching. It means making choices that might not impress anyone else. It means accepting that progress can be slow, messy, and sometimes almost invisible. There are weeks where I feel like I’m moving forward and other weeks where I honestly feel like I’ve gone backwards. But when I stop using somebody else’s timeline as my ruler, I notice changes I would have ignored before. I’m calmer. I’m clearer about what matters. My relationships feel more genuine because I’m not constantly evaluating myself against the person standing next to me. And weirdly enough, I’m more motivated now than when I was obsessing over everyone else’s accomplishments. Comparison made me feel like I was running from failure. Defining success for myself makes me feel like I’m actually moving toward something. I wish I had realised sooner that someone else doing well does not mean I’m doing badly. Their life is their life. Mine is mine. The goal isn’t to win some invisible competition against people I once shared a classroom with. It’s to build a life that, even if nobody ever liked a picture of it, still feels good to actually live. 💥

sometimes i just wonder, you know? like I have everything anyone could dream of - a great career, loving family... but the question is: do I really deserve to be happy???!!! seems kinda weird to even ask when life's practically throwing rainbows at my face. 😂 seriously though, why am I not dancing in the streets with joy or jumping out of bed every morning? ugh

there's this constant nagging feeling like I'm living someone else's life, or maybe a movie where they got it wrong casting me in the lead role. I remember this one time I was at a family gathering. everyone was laughing and celebrating, and I just sat there, feeling like a ghost in my own life. I could hear the conversations, see the smiles, but inside I was pretty much screaming. it's like I was on the outside looking in, and I couldn’t shake the sense that I didn’t belong. how is that possible?

and yay for hollywood-style success, but behind the curtain of awards and family dinners, there's an emptiness that's hard to shake off. I mean... if everything on the outside screams "you made it," then why are the inside voices such jerks? is guilt an accessory to success now? I think about all the people who have it much worse than I do, and that just makes it worse. it’s like I’m not allowed to feel this way because I have it good, but that doesn’t stop the feelings from creeping in.

I keep asking myself if I'm just being ungrateful. I know I should be happy, grateful, content. but there’s this heavy blanket of doubt that wraps around me, making everything feel dull and gray. I’ll catch myself scrolling through social media, looking at people posting about their amazing vacations or milestones, and I can’t help but feel like I’m missing something. sometimes I wonder if everyone else has a secret recipe for happiness that I just can't seem to figure out.

the other day, I was sitting in my office, staring at the wall, and I thought about how I used to dream about being in this position. back in college, I thought once I graduated and landed a decent job, everything would fall into place. but here I am, ticking all the boxes, and yet I still feel like I’m wandering around in a fog. it’s frustrating. I know what I should be feeling, but it just doesn’t match up with reality.

I recently had a conversation with my best friend about this. she was so excited about her new promotion, and when I congratulated her, I felt this weird twinge of jealousy mixed with guilt. why should I feel jealous? I love her, and I want the best for her. but then I thought, what if I’m not happy with my own successes? it’s like I’m stuck in this loop of comparing myself to others, and it’s exhausting.

there are moments when I think I can shake it off. I’ll have a good day, feel a spark of joy, but then it’s like this shadow just creeps back in, reminding me that it’s not enough. I went to a concert last week, and for a couple of hours, I was lost in the music. but as soon as it ended, that familiar weight returned. I could hear the cheers and laughter around me, but all I could think was how fleeting it all felt.

I mean, what’s the point of all this success if the joy is so hard to grasp? I start to wonder if I’m just chasing a feeling that’s always out of reach. is it normal to feel this way? I can’t be the only one, right? I see people talk about mental health and how it’s okay to not be okay, but then there’s this nagging voice in my head that says I should just be grateful.

i think back to my childhood dreams. I wanted to be someone who inspired others, someone who made a difference. but now, I’m not even sure if I inspire myself. it’s like I’m stuck in this weird limbo, where I have everything on paper, but I’m just not feeling it. I’ve tried meditation, journaling, even talking to a therapist, but the emptiness still lingers, like an unwanted guest who won’t leave.

I just wish I could understand why I feel this way. why can’t I just embrace the good things in my life? I’m tired of feeling like I’m on the outside looking in, like I’m watching my own life happen from a distance. I want to feel that joy and excitement that everyone else seems to have, but for some reason, it just doesn’t click for me. I guess I’m just here, wondering if I’ll ever figure it out, or if I’m destined to always feel a little lost in my own success.

okay so i just moved in with this roommate who's super social and always has friends over. it's nice having someone around but man, it's hard when you're trying to keep your boundaries especially dealing with unexpected bouts of horniness 🤦‍♂️ you know it's tough finding time alone. feels awkward sometimes 😅 like they're always there lol

so i'm chill with it usually but these random urges strike and all i want is some privacy. every time i'm about to handle my business somebody's laughing loudly or chatting right outside my door 🙄 makes things difficult to say the least. been trying various tricks now coz I can't imagine saying "yo, i need some space for uh... personal matters" 😂 idk, kinda wish there was an easy solution or tips to like get rid of it without too much hassle! ready for any advice!!!

sometimes the universe throws you a curveball. i was chilling at this packed cafe, drowning in my own stress, when this stranger sat across me. They looked straight into my frazzled eyes and said, 'Thank you for being here.' Just like that, out of nowhere. it's wild how such a simple phrase can flip your entire mood upside down. I mean, they didn't know me from Adam, yet there was this genuine vibe that kinda shook me awake; made me actually feel seen.

Life's been a whirlwind lately: non-stop work drama, personal chaos here and there. So I was sitting there with this massive weight pressing on my chest when BAM... gratitude from an absolute random. Hit me like a ton of bricks but felt oddly good too. Suddenly, the hustle around me seemed less suffocating and more... I don't know, connected? All because someone took two seconds to acknowledge another human in passing.

I've read stuff about these moments before (small acts of kindness making big impacts) but never thought it'd be real for me; figured it was just feel-good fluff people share online to get likes. Yet here I am, typing away cause something inside shifted today due to some stranger’s words. guess there's truth in clichés sometimes; makes you think.

Anyway! I'm rambling now but man oh man did today give my brain something unexpected to chew on! Maybe we're all just aching for slivers of connection even amidst chaos abound... and maybe hearing those few words was exactly what I needed without knowing it beforehand.

lately, I've been feeling like my fuse has gotten a bit too short. it happened the other day with a dear friend. we were just talking, and i snapped over something totally minor. it was embarrassing, and now I'm worried if this is becoming a pattern. what scares me more is that it's carrying over into other parts of my life. like waiting in line at the grocery store....i find myself getting irritated SO easily...

this isn't who I want to be or how I want others to see me. patience and politeness, they're not just nice qualities. they're crucial, especially at work where everyone depends on maintaining a good atmosphere. 'a little patience can solve many problems,' someone once said. i wish i could remember to follow that advice before i let a sharp word slip out again.

being rude could cost me relationships that mean the world to me. i don't want to be known as that person who can't keep their cool over trivial matters. but that's easier said than done when emotions run high, isn't it? one way or another though, i've got to manage this before it affects my reputation! especially professionally...

the way forward seems clear yet daunting: listen more, react less, pause before speaking, breathe deeply when frustration bubbles up... these sound simple but putting them into consistent practice is their own challenge. like they say, "practice makes perfect". hopefully peppering reminders to stay calm throughout the day helps me get back control over my responses.

Hello, I'm here yet again for another vent session. I'm going to keep it short, but basically, I met with my therapist today, and we were talking about how I have a tendency to rethink about traumas that I've had, which is part of the reasons why I tend to think too much. I've had a guy rape me two times when I was a kid, and my parents who were just chaotic towards me for 15 years (so screaming over things I did that were for the most part inconsequential, criticism over my body, criticism over my appearance, criticism over the way I acted, criticism over my grades when they tanked, disregard of my boundaries, no actual efforts of repair etc...). When I referred to my trauma, my therapist only thought that my trauma was just me getting raped, but then when I said that in this case, I was referring to how my mom was acting towards me, and they seemed genuinely surprised. They then told me that I hold rape and me getting yelled at on the same equal ground and told me about how they always hear about the violences their other clients tell them, then proceeded to tell me that they're not minimising my experiences.

I know on one hand that objectively, my trauma with my parents aren't as severe as other things I went through, but tbh, I think it's a little insensitive to say something like that, especially since they know that the yelling was repeated, and especially since I've written down practically the jist of it and sent it to them. In short, I'm frustrated and I'm seriously considering to stop getting appointments with them.

Thank you for reading this. I hope you have a good evening/day.

Life begins at the end of your comfort zone, they say, but for someone like me who has always been battling with a severe lack of self-confidence, this concept feels profoundly daunting. I've often pondered this notion while sitting alone in my room. There's an internal dialogue that happens almost every day as I try to muster up the courage to step outside of my familiar routine and embrace new challenges. However, each time, I'm left grappling with doubts and anxiety that seem to overshadow any attempt at growth. How does one simply find the courage to leap into the unknown when everything inside screams to stay where it's safe?

Despite what everyone preaches about finding oneself beyond familiar boundaries, my attempts have usually ended in perpetual hesitation and second-guessing! It's like there's this invisible barrier holding me back from reaching any form of transcendence that supposedly exists out there. Friends and family encourage me endlessly (saying transformation is just a step away... yeah...) but as much as I want to believe it, fear and apprehension continue to anchor me down.

Yet in those rare instances when I dared slightly step out of my comfort zone... oh how exhilarating it was!!! Moments like speaking up during a team meeting or simply trying a new hobby stretched my limits ever so briefly! But sustaining such bravery? That's where the challenge lies... Maybe such 'beginnings' require not just a deliberate push but consistent effort (and constant reassurance) that once I take that crucial plunge forward again... My life will indeed change for the better?! Until then?! The struggle persists...

So here I am at 21, feeling like I barely know who I am. It's kind of frustrating, honestly. I'm a girl trying to figure out this whole 'self discovery' thing without shelling out for a life coach because, well, I'm broke🤷‍♀️. I've read some articles saying it's important to understand yourself better, but every time I try to dive deep and ask myself questions about what truly matters to me, I just end up more confused than ever!!! Am I the only one? Or does everyone else feel as lost as I do?!!

I've tried journaling, but half the time it feels like I'm just writing nonsense: stuff that doesn't even mean anything! People always say to follow your heart; but how do you even start doing that when you don't know what your heart is telling you?! It's not like there's this magic list of questions that will suddenly reveal everything about myself😩... And while meditation seems cool in theory, sitting still with my thoughts only seems to make things worse.

I guess what really gets to me is seeing others around my age seemingly having their lives together or at least having a clear idea of where they're heading. Meanwhile, I'm stuck with all these scattered thoughts and no clue on which direction to go! It feels like everyone else got a manual on 'how to discover yourself' except me. Ughh! Can someone just hand me the secret formula already??

so i've been wondering lately why i doubt myself so much. like, for real, it's become this constant shadow in the back of my mind. every time i try something new or want to make a decision, there it is. that whisper telling me i'm not good enough or qualified enough; you know that feeling? everyone around me seems to be so confident in what they do and then there's me just second-guessing everything i say or do.

did you ever hear people talking about 'imposter syndrome'? yeah, i'm pretty sure that's what i've got all wrapped up inside me. it's weird because it shows up when you least expect it to hit. maybe i'll be at work doing a presentation...it's like bam! all those vibes crash down on me out of nowhere. can't even catch a break from my own brain.

people say stuff like "you should trust yourself" or "believe in what you're capable of"... easier said than done boo. i get that they're trying to help but sometimes it feels like empty words from folks whose self-confidence was never shaken by any doubts ever.

not trying to sound ungrateful though because seriously, some people offer good advice! but how do you even begin overcoming this giant mess aka your brain? if i knew the answers, trust i'd be handing them over no problem.

Different types of people walk the earth and each with it own personality, some introvert, some extrovert and some ambient and within these categories lies many others that are measurable and non-measurable; confident, brave, experienced, shallow, indecisive, inferiority complex and many more.

Many embody different types and some battles with one to a brink they are about to collapse, some later break which make the people in their surrounding notice and empathise, judge, pity and even ostrcise them and many keep to themselves while torturing their inner-selves not because the don't want to but because they don't want the judgement, Empathy, pity from the society.

These type of people are surrounding you without you, some are around, some are your closest friends while some are your brothers -blood brothers or not- but you didn't notice them not because they hide it too deeply but because of the situation, they find the society nowadays as it treat them as weak and neglect them offering no help at all.

You that are seeing this may be among the people I am talking about or not but tou may be a well noticed person conscious of your surrounding and knows people in this same position, do not judge them or neglect or abandon them or ostracised them from your midst but try and support them because some may collapse and you will be asking "what there anything wrong with him before" 'is he suffering to that extent', 'I didn't know it was that deep'; all these are just aftereffects after the damage has been done.

Some may find ways to navigate their lives while battling inside if you know them support them mentally, emotionally, spiritually and in prayers because the society care less of these peoples and do not have time for them as they are all about ; I need to do this, i need to do that, I need to make money, I want to become a so called professional and so on .

I writing is bottling myself up, suppressing the turmoil and waves going on in my heart and head finding solution for myself and healing slowly through self meditation and medication which is why I am writing these not for everybody to read but for people in my position to pour out themselves as you have many people supporting you if not near you and are ready to hear what you heart has been screaming for a long time to pour out, as I know many has lot to say, some as little as a lake while some are as large as an ocean.

Hello, thank you so much for reading this, I would really love to hear your opinion on this matter.

I have ocd, and I have been going to this therapist for almost 3 years now and I didn't really see an issue with them, they are very understanding and helpful. My parents when they first met the therapist, there was a little language barrier with my mother and the therapist, but they tried really hard to make this work. My father is the one who usually speaks to my therapist and till now there was no issue, well particularly from me, because it was going smoothly; my parents had this issue: That my therapist and I would have conversations and would not tell them anything what we discussed about, my therapist told me and them that the discussion(?)(I am sorry I am not sure what appropriate word I must use here) is confidential, my therapist explained my parents about my problems, my father understood the issues but I think he didn't like the fact that the improvement would take alot of time, but he did he his very best to support me and so did my mother and my elder sibling.....but they didn't really understand the severity of my ocd which really annoyed them and despite my therapist explaining it to them, they(my parents) would ask why? This was difficult for me because I was and still am having a hard time with my ocd. I failed 11th grade and did 12th grade in open schooling ( my parents didn't like it, but were very supportive, which was good for me). I passed 12th grade and somehow managed to get into an engineering college. My therapist advised us not to choose a difficult subject for my mental wellbeing. But no. I was doing fine in the first semester of college but by the end of it my mental health worsened and I lost all the mental strength I had to continue studying. I made it clear that this was difficult and I needed a year long break from college but my parents didn't want that. I told my concerns to my therapist who sort of agreed that I needed a semester's break, and explained this to my parents. They obviously didn't like the idea and assumed that my therapist put this 'break' mindset into my head and they weren't happy about it. I forced myself to continue college in 2nd semester but I really dreadful in the classes. So before my Lab exam I explained my mental health and difficulty in understanding and keeping up with college and I was mentally exhausted from my ocd. They didn't like it, things became chaotic to kinda to the point of physical and a lot of verbal abuse...I am not looking for empathy because I believe that I have my faults in here. In the heat of the moment my family said really heartbreaking things obviously but then started blaming my therapist for all of this situation, they said that my therapist brainwashed me into thinking certain things and how much I behave like an addict. A lot of bad things were said to and obviously I got affected by it. After a few days my family and my college teacher convinced me to finish the exams and now here I am suffering to even think something and at this point I am pretty sure my therapist was done with my parents shit and wouldn't really text me back when I needed their support... at one point I sent a long message telling my therapist how I didn't want to continue college being in this terrible state and I am not quitting on education! I saw a text from my dad's phone on a whim and turns out my therapist sent a whole screenshot of our conversation. I don't know what to do here everything is so unclear, I for some stupid reason checked my therapists reviews online didn't really find any negative reviews about them. I am confused here, my family dislikes my therapist and I don't know what to think of and am I wrong to assume that my therapist is not that great at all? Despite all the good things people said about her? What do I do????!!!!

I hate and despise most white ppl. They all suck. It is not because of your skin color. It’s your personality you are the most rude needy pushy bossy narcissistic selfish entitled poorly mannered ignorant disgusting😳🤮 stupid pathetic fake disingenuous trashy arrogant gutless spineless pieces of shit alive you are a pathetic excuse for humans beings there for most of you white ppl are pure garbage. Garbage that I’ll throw away in the trash and burn you alive. Fuck you! You all worthless pathetic pieces shit. I hate you all you’re the worst race that ever lived Fuck you🖕you all need a reality check or go fuck yourselves you stupid ass cunts

My life is a mess.

I don't feel like I deserve calling it that way since a lot of people would point out that I don't match the criteria to complain.

Since when do I need to ask for permission to feel miserable? So, here I am, complaining somewhere that I won't feel judged.

Well, as I mentioned, my life is not exactly ideal.

I am studying to be a doctor. This is the root of my misery.

I was a very artistic, introspective child that had a clear inclination towards math and physics and still am. I loved physics, I was also good at it. On the other hand I always hated biology, I found it uninteresting.

I wanted to become an architect but my father wanted me to become a doctor. He didn't exactly force me, but I couldn't disappoint him, he is the person that I love the most in this world. I wanted to be an architect like him, we could work together and continue his firm.

I started studying for med school, I couldn't believe it that I was actually doing it. I always screamed that I would never become a doctor and well, there I was fighting hard for something I never wanted.

I didn't get in. I felt devastated. I got into another university , a nice one, but it wasn't med school. I considered that my happiness required med school which is a dumb thought as I later realised.

I tried again. I did it to prove myself that I have freedom. I won't submit to my fear, my exhaustion.

I got in but I felt miserable. I was happy my effort paid off but I lost a year of my life, my teenage years and my dreams.

The first months into med school I seemed to be doing great. I had friends, I was doing good at uni, I was partying, I was dating someone. Internally I was crying. My father realised it, the only one who finally saw it, and told me that he shouldn't have pressured me ever and that it is never late to just do whatever I want for once.

I won't abandon med school, it is kind of late. Maybe after it I can study something I actually like. It isn't exactly that I hate it, but I feel like I killed that young child that had hopes and dreams in its eyes. This is what I did! I betrayed myself for nothing. I may have compromised in my life but that's enough. I can't live like this anymore, no.

I miss my old ones. The only person I cared about left me and now I have an exam period threatening me. I couldn't focus this semester since I was mourning my failed relationship and my life in general. I feel so alone and misunderstood. Most of my connections here seem shallow and I don't want to make the ones I trust worried about me.

You get one life and I decided to live it that way, a way that didn't fit me, I already knew it, I way that doesn't include the people I love.