Life Coach Issues Stories - page 3

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.

I graduate hs next year and career paths I’ve seriously got nothing.. not even career just some way to make money to survive. Like with what people are saying about the job market wonder how it will be when I start actually looking for one. Ok I just want to complain about all these requirements bro volunteering, so many years of experience. Like ok fine we need jobs etc. but all this stress in just getting one. Bro. I personally would say I’m into creative stuff, arts etc. about last year ive been trying to get into graphic design. Lwk I was thinking of possibly doing them as my way of making money, business/career/wtv but i saw something like you kinda tie your self worth into how much money you make and that can be not very good for your mental health. And I genuinely understand I’m trying to make my designs really good and worth a possible commission n it stresses me out. But when I do it for fun (which was prob about 12 hrs ago) it was enjoyable. Same with art. Rn I’m making a comic not to make money or anything but bc I want to + love the characters and it’s been so fun!! Well a little stressed about making my drawings look good yk? So yh I understand when I see ‘don’t make you hobbies your job’ but then what? I want to move out of my parents house as soon as I can. But when will that be? I started thinking about jobs that people will need no matter what, food production, healthcare, n I’m assuming u gonna need some degree for it, n don’t get me started on those bro. So no I won’t. But I’ve always heard the phrase money = solving problems, so what problem do needs solving? But how can that work. Like with the creative stuff I was planning like I could potentially give myself an opportunity not hsve to wait around for some company to call back. So how will that work w whst people actually need bc theres prob a bunch? Ughh this is genuinely so tiring. This show will I believe my last summer where I’m still in mandatory school next summer I’m free(but of course post secondary) I’m nervous but also excited about that but idk man. Well this is lek just a rant

I can't stand my mom anymore I am living in her emotions and I just can't take it anymore. I don't even know where too start. It's like when she's in good mood I need to be like her too and she will buy me things I didn't even ask for and be super nice too me and all and then on the days that she's in bad mood everything is my fault she start too yell at me for nothing like this one time when she was coughing and I didn't ask her if she was ok and she started to crash out on me and then bring out every thing that she did when she was in good mood and say that she does so much thing for me and that I never do anything and sometime almost always she hits me, insult me and make me feel so bad. I just can't live in her emotions. I am lost and on the verge of depression I don't know what to do and I'm lost. Please give me advice it will mean the world to me

I feel like I use to be such a creative writer my imagination was on 100 then adult life happened and just like they say math if I don’t keep up with it you will end up loosing your mojo I feel like lost my imagination groove If that makes sense. I was more into fantasy fiction. Now I’m like stuck like unable to get a short story out I’m a teacher schools out I was figuring getting a part time giving myself some short story pts to r get back into writing everyday but now that I’m sitting in front of the computer drawing blanks . And if something does come out it sounds like every other Netflix movie I do occasionally write thrillers but it’s just not working. Not having any fresh ideas how do I break this cycle maybe some exercises. Anyone else dealt with writers block

Can a therapist count as a life coach ? Maybe, I don't know. I figured it's a close thing, so I tagged it like this. Do tell me if I'm wrong though ^^'.

Anyway, I've been seeing a therapist for a few months now, and I don't know how to feel about them. I've been telling them my issues with my mom and stepdad and how they've treated me since childhood. Here's a list of some things that I mentioned in therapy without the heavier stuff :

- Criticism over my looks, behavior and scholarly achievements

- Yelling at me over the most minute thing ( ex : me wearing sweatpants in summer as a teenager )

- Wanting to act as if everything's fine after an argument

- The cycle of basically everything's fine for a period of time, but then they find something to be angry about whatever I'm doing

- My parents not listening to me and minimizing when I'm trying to bring up my concerns

- Things that involve my mom not really holding men that touched me innapropriately in the family accountable ( which includes my stepdad )

There are some things that I haven't told my therapist, and in all honesty, I think I already gave an idea of where my grievances lie. I'm not going to say what exactly happened, because I feel I can talk all day about those, and I don't want the post to be too heavy. Here's the thing though, I've told my parents in an admittedly harsh way that the moment I have enough money, I'm moving out, and I'm going to cut contact with them. I've also told that to my therapist, as well as me being angry and tired of the cycle that's been going on since I was a kid. There was a part of me that was a little vindictive towards my parents (still am a bit, but less as time goes on), but I ultimately want them to leave me alone. Where I don't know how to feel about that therapist is, I told them about all of this, and they consider me keeping my distance with my parents to be me acting like a teenager having a rebellious phase, and that me not talking much to my parents was actually hurting me (despite me having already brought up one of these points up above). That's because I always cry whenever I talk about how my parents' actions towards me affected me. I don't think me distancing myself from them is what's actually hurting me though, it's the memory of all the hurt I felt that's making me cry and their mere presence. Maybe I'm just in my feelings and I'm overthinking and even being a bit dramatic, but ever since I had my first appointment with that therapist, they reminded me of my parents in the sense of minimizing something that felt pretty chaotic to me for multiple years. They even asked me "apart from [insert grievances], what did they do ?", and it felt like they weren't taking the "less impactful" stuff seriously, all because they weren't as significant as me getting touched innaproprietely or something violent.

I am aware I have my shortcomings, so do tell me where they lay. I might bring my concern to my therapist next week (though I'm scared of what they might say). I hope you have a good day/night, and I'll see you soon <3

Some days, I convince myself I’m fine that I’m exaggerating, that I’m seeking attention, that I should just be braver. Other days, the truth slips out quietly: I’m not okay.

Not broken.

Not hopeless.

Just not okay.

I’ve ignored that truth for a long time, hoping it would fade. It didn’t. It waited. And now it shows up in my body, in my sleep, in the days I can’t make myself go.

I don’t want to disappear from my life.

I don’t want anxiety to decide for me.

I just want someone even myself to believe that what I’m feeling is real, even if it doesn’t look dramatic from the outside.

Maybe this chapter isn’t about weakness at all.

Maybe it’s about how long I’ve been strong without being held.