Random Life Stories and Unpredictable Moments

God!! I am just so fucking ugly!!! Why is it that I can feel so good about myself one moment and then so terrible the next. Im genuinely on the verge of tearing out my hair. I don’t know how to fucking explain how I feel, I don’t know what to say, my brain feels foggy, I hate whoever that ugly ass slime in the mirror is, and I barely have any friends- the ones that I do have probably have plans to leave me anyways. I don’t know who I am, what I like, what colleges i’m going to go to, what job I want, any of my aspirations. I feel like the little things that I do know about myself aren’t even significant enough to tell people who I really am. I have a sense of my being, but at the same time i’m clueless. I try, I do, but in the end I feel like nothing I do amounts to anything. I feel trapped. I try to do one thing, ope, You’re too ugly to wear that! I try another thing, Sorryy… sucks, but, you are actually retarted and don’t know shit. My skin is constantly breaking out, i’m constantly bloated, I feel fat, my clothes are uncomfortable, I look like a whale, I don’t know how to act around people. I just cannot simply exist without my brain eating at everything I say, do, or look like. Am I give the right impression? Why do I care so much? “Oh just don’t, it’s so easy” i’m sorry but don’t you think i’ve tried?! I’ve tried so hard not to let my view of myself get in the way of how I act, or how I believe people perceive me. I’ve tried so hard i’m so exhausted. I wish I could cut open my arms and let my emotions flood from the wounds and bleed into every written word because nothing I seem to say truly displays how my heart really feels. Probably because i’m not entirely sure myself. I know it’s a problem, i’m sorry, where is my instruction manual to function like the rest of society? Why is it that I feel i’m doing everything wrong and everyone else has it right? Im not just saying my life sucks and everyone else’s is better, but even the people who have it rougher than me, they seem to know how to live life more efficiently. I kind of just feel like i’m floating through space. I know how to avoid the asteroids- I know what to do right, never do anything wrong- but that’s it. I’m just kind of existing while life happens around me. I am not actually enjoying myself. I smile, I laugh, yes genuinely a lot of the time, but after the fact? What do I do? I’m an awkward little inexperienced girl who has no clue about anything. I feel trapped. I want to shut down but at the same time I know I need to go to college, so I do the bare minimum for A’s, knowing damn well that even if I have good grades, act right, play sports, i’m still not doing enough. Nothing is ever going to be enough. I can want to do something that sounds fleeting in the moment but all motivation is lost when my world feels like it’s crashing down around me. Sometimes I wonder if I even deserve to like myself. Whatever that means. Whatever any of this means, I truly do not know. I feel like I truly do not know much these days.

you open yourself up to people and feel doomed for failure.

you've played this tune before.

you've been here before.

but now it's through a screen, now you can't reach them.

its the first time ive allowed myself to make genuine, real online friends. and its great, but i forgot that i make friends with some of the most mentally unstable people on earth. so im dissociated, shaken, petrified because one of our friends just described their dad beating them, then after how they were cutting their own stomach open, playing with their organs, and waiting to bleed out.

and the five minutes they didnt respond felt like hours.

and then they were okay, and didnt do it only because they didnt want us telling their irl friend. then they got mad at me for telling their irl.

they played one of my alltime favorite songs, Army Dreamers by Kate Bush. I saw it on their Discord status, while they were bleeding out. Suddenly I don't like that song anymore.

just last night we also dealt with the owner of the server being sent to a psych ward, then being rejected entry.

i have midterms this week, im dealing with my own fucked up emotions and feelings, and all my friends want to be dead.

i don't easily want to hurt myself, when i do its from extremely bad stress. im gonna see if i can get high tonight on something, anything. im so done with the real world. its not just this, its everything. its politics, its school, its my gender, its anxiety, and its my friends. and still its so much more. everything feels inescapable.

i want to live. im too scared of death for anything drastic. but i wanna find a way where i dont have to think about life so much. a place inbetween.

I'm 19(F) and I fucking hate myself lmao. I know I'm fat and ugly but I really thought that there would at least be one person that would like me despite that, but apparently not.

It's been about a year now since my childhood friend confessed to me. He said he liked me and shit, but he never did make the effort to meet me outside. We talked for a few months but I got busy with school (we had to make a research paper) and next thing I knew, he found himself a girlfriend. An online girlfriend. He confessed first yet he was also the first one to leave. Apparently said girl confessed to him on New year's eve last year and he didn't even bother telling me about her. He told her he liked me and stuff so he rejected her, but the moment I couldn't give him attention he up and left me for someone he hasn't even met irl. We grew up together since kindergarten; we've been classmates the entire time up until 11th grade. And he broke it all off so easily. He even added the girl to our private group chat with our friends which I MADE. I guess the short haired childhood friend really can't win, huh?

Well anyways, aside from that, I found out just a few days before he confessed to me, he was making moves on my other friend. Which is so fucking shitty of him?? I mean, he confessed to me right in front of her too so that was weird as fuck? I didn't know this at the time though, my friend was kind of confused too but she didn't bother telling me up until recently. So this basically just meant he chose who was easiest to get with between the both of us :/ I can't believe I was fooled, I thought that just because we grew up together, that he could do no wrong. He was always a kind person in my eyes. And he always acted kind towards me. Especially during the days leading up to his confession, but I guess it was all just love bombing.

This was my first time ever being confessed to irl. This was my first relationship. I thought I could trust him. I thought I knew him. I can't believe I'm still hung over his ass. My experience with him makes me feel so shitty, I feel so used. I feel like the only way someone would choose me would be for me to be the last option. I fucking hate that.

I want to be loved. I want to be lusted over. I want to get attention from others, be it from males, females, or gender queers. I wish someone would love me to the point of sexualizing me, or sexualize me to the point of loving me. I hate this so much. I don't know why I correlate sexual appeal and attractiveness to my own self worth. I tell other women not to let that weigh them down but here we are. I'm so sick of myself. Even when I try to lose weight it all just comes back.

The whole situation feels straight out of a bizarre drama. To set the frame right: I am openly gay, having come out when I was 16. My parents were accepting, yet they insisted I keep this a secret from my older brother, who I’ll call Dean. They mentioned that Dean held some rather harsh views about homosexuals, which put me on guard. We drifted further apart when I moved for university at 18, and honestly, we hardly ever talked.

Fast forward to the present, life’s been pretty good. I landed a respectable job in our hometown and I’m sharing a lovely life with my boyfriend, Max. Our harmony was disrupted abruptly a few days ago by an unexpected call from Dean. Given our distant relationship, I feared it might be an emergency.

Dean started the call gruffly and went straight to the point – he was getting married to his fiancée, Yen, next year. This was news to me, not even knowing he was seeing someone. I kept the conversation light, congratulated him, and discussed trivial wedding details. When he mentioned that the wedding invites would be sent soon and that I could bring a plus-one, I casually mentioned I would bring Max along. This triggered Dean; he lost his temper and bombarded me with offensive slurs, making it crystal clear he didn’t want my boyfriend at his wedding. Shocked and hurt, I ended the call without uttering another word.

I informed Max about the incident, and he was incredibly supportive, distracting me with a cozy evening that helped me unwind. The next day, I texted my parents about the incident, then headed to work. I was oblivious to the chaos that was brewing back home.

By the end of my shift, my phone was inundated with messages and missed calls from puzzled relatives and my parents, demanding an explanation. I recounted the ordeal to my parents later, who shockingly suggested that I should apologize to Dean for “forcing my lifestyle at his wedding.” The absurdity! I defended my stance but ended up receiving a barrage of messages from relatives, pressuring me to make amends with Dean and my parents. Despite all this, Max reassures me that I’ve done nothing wrong, yet I can’t shake off the feeling of unease.

Now, imagine if this scene unfolded on a reality TV show. Cameras rolling as family dynamics and personal beliefs clash dramatically. The element of a divided family grappling with acceptance and the revelation of private issues in such a public format would certainly draw reactions ranging from shock to support. Viewers might be torn between choosing sides or might become emotionally invested in advocating for acceptance and equality. Reality TV thrives on such conflicts, and my story could have easily been a pivotal, teachable moment.

Am I wrong for being upset over the family reaction?

In our home, we have a total of three bathrooms. The primary one is situated just outside our living area, another is linked to our master bedroom, and a small one is located in the utility hallway. Consistently, my husband chooses to use the main bathroom for his post-dinner bathroom time, typically when the house is bustling with activity. This bathroom is not just close to the living area, but it’s also equipped with the only bathtub in our home which we need to use for the kids’ baths right after dinner.

The issue here is not just that I can sometimes hear the sounds of him using the bathroom, but also the lingering odor that fills the space where the children are to be bathed right afterward. Considering we have two additional bathrooms he could use, this has become a point of contention.

Before moving into this house, the smaller bathroom in the utility hallway had been designated as the "poop bathroom" at his previous residence, complete with a special stool just for that purpose. Despite this arrangement carrying over, he now opts for the children's footstool in the main bathroom instead. Despite my numerous pleas for him to change his bathroom of choice, he brushes off my concerns, believing I am making a big deal out of nothing. He insists on the freedom to choose any bathroom, regardless of the timing or the practicality of such an action.

I find it quite inconsiderate to occupy the main bathroom right when it’s nearly time for the kids’ baths and bedtime routine. Who really wants to brush their teeth and bathe in a bathroom that’s just been used for such purposes?

Considering how he shrugs off my requests, am I wrong for continually bringing up this issue and pressing him to use one of the other bathrooms?

Imagining this scenario being discussed on a reality TV show, envision the drama and audience reaction! Viewers would likely be split, with some empathizing with my desire for cleanliness and order, while others might chuckle at what they would see as a trivial marital spat blown out of proportion. Hosts and fellow contestants might weigh in, drawing from their own experiences, making it a memorable and relatable discussion point for an episode.

Should I keep asking my husband to change bathrooms?

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i swear ive been having like the most SHITTY week possible, i went on a disney trip which was obviously awesome but, i didnt get to do the things i wanted to do AND i cried three times. Not to mention my mom yelled at me because i didnt remember to do my chores the DAY I GOT BACK. Then on monday i woke up, wasn't motivated enough to brush my teeth or wash my face and i felt like a fucking fatass while eating breakfast and left the house late. I got a fucking 50 on my ELA quiz and im so behind on work because of the disney trip. While i was at school, during lunch my friend congragulated himself for not misgendering me when THAT SHOULD BE THE STANDERD YOUVE KNOWN ME SINCE SEPTEMBER AND STILL CALL ME A FUCKING GIRL. Then at recess two of my friends were literally screaming the whole time and i got a really bad headache and one of them screamed right in my face so i yelled at them both to "shut the fuck up for literally five seconds" because i was so overstimulated and my head hurt so much. Then the other one started laughing because there was a special ed kid who heard me curse and went "i heard that yknow," which wouldv'e been funny in ANY OTHER FUCKING SITUATION. And then after i blew up at them they proceeded to ignore me then started again with the screaming. My other friend, who was probably trying to comfort me, touched my foot, WHICH BY THE WAY IS LITERALLY MY ONLY FUCKING BOUNDARY TO NOT TOUCH MY FEET OR MAKE FEET JOKES AROUND ME. It sounds so fucking stupid but back in 5th grade i was sexually assaulted by my older brother. Literally my ONLY boundary btw. So i got mad at her but i knew she was just trying to help. The rest of my school day was much nicer but when i got home i got yelled at a bunch by my mom for forgetting my chores n shit. then i started just chilling for the rest of the day and had a lot of fun talking to my friends, enjoying the company of others right? then i looked in this server im in full of some, weird people. Noted that there was a confessions channel added recently and the mods didnt set it up so they could see submissions. I was just looking for it for fun, maybe to get a laugh or smth THEN I SAW THIS DISGUSTING FUCKING PAGE OF FEET JOKES. LITERALLY THERE ARE ONLY TWO RULES IN THAT SERVER AND ONE OF THEM IS NO FEET JOKES. i genuinly felt sick to my stomach and turns out one of the ppl making the feet jokes was not only the server owner but also literally the one person who always remembered my boundaries. i am so SICK and TIRED of being ignored, forgotten, and not cared about in general. I genuinly just want to die atp.

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.

It’s been six months since I lost him; my fiancé, my rock, my future. Some days, it feels like just yesterday that we were planning our wedding, picking out flowers, and arguing about seating arrangements—something so trivial now, right? Ever since that fateful evening when his car collided with that reckless driver, I’ve found myself this lost soul wandering through life, searching for fragments of happiness. I remember the way his laughter lit up the room, and how he always had this way of pulling me into his hugs that made everything else fade away. Now, those memories, like knives, cut deep and leave me aching. I try to fill my days with distraction, pouring time into work and waiting for the hours to pass, but no matter how busy I keep myself, there’s this hollow pit in my chest that seems impossible to fill. I mean, how do you even begin to find happiness again when the person you thought you’d share your life with is gone forever? I guess I’m just wandering in this grey space, regretting the future that will never be but also attempting to find these little glimmers of joy—like when I hear a song he loved or see a couple laughing together, and it kinda makes my heart squeeze just a bit, but then it's followed by this wave of nostalgia that I can’t shake off.

But here’s the thing—amidst all this confusion, I have this flicker of hope! I’ve started to think that maybe happiness isn’t a lost cause. I mean, who says I can’t find a way to smile again? I’ve been leaning into all those little things—like the scent of fresh coffee in the morning or how the sun hits the trees just right at dusk. I even signed up for a pottery class, which feels ridiculous at times because I totally suck at it, but it’s exhilarating to be doing something totally new and messy; it reminds me that life can be imperfect and still beautiful. I mean, am I asking too much? Just to feel that simple joy again? It’s a climb, and sometimes it feels like I’m on this never-ending uphill battle, but I’m learning to embrace the process. I read somewhere that healing isn’t linear, and I’m starting to accept that it’s okay to have days when I feel like crying or days when I feel like laughing uncontrollably. Every moment is a step, whether it’s forward or backward. Honestly, I’m not sure if I’ll ever truly feel ‘normal’ again, but here’s hoping that, one day, I’ll wake up and feel a little less burdened, a little lighter; maybe, just maybe, the sun will shine a bit brighter on my path ahead, and I’ll find that whimsical joy again!

This morning I checked my class group chat and a guy in my class called Thomas got and admin to remove me because I posted a gif of a Dalek witch my friend had also done. The admin who removed me called Ellis has voiced how Thomas has pissed him off but he calls me gay so I’m not surprised that he removed me. But more about Thomas. He is just a bully he targets this guy called Nathan in my class. Thomas has repeatedly told me “shut up you’re not funny” when I posted a video of that drug abuse is the new slavery PSA but when he saw it in school he chuckled but there’s more about Thomas in the first semester he slide tackled my friend and my friend started crying (Thomas is taller and bigger than my friend) and Thomas is just generally annoying. Sorry if this is a mess

hi my name is emi im 22 f and ive never been in a relationship. ive never had my first kiss or even had an awkward situationship. my two best friends are both getting married next year and I just found out a guy I liked is also getting married.

every guy ive ever liked is either in a serious relationship or is married. both my siblings have dated and my older sibling is also in a serious relationship.

everyone in my life has given up on me. they all joke about setting me up with guys then only suggest people who are either already divorced or have cheated on their previous partners or are at least 30.

my siblings always tell me that im never gonna have kids.

I feel so unimportant and undesirable. I try so hard to tell myself that it will happen when it happens but I'm scared of being alone forever.

everyone tells me that I'm running out of time and all laugh at my fear of never having a family.

I'm scared. why doesnt anyone want me. I know I'm not the prettiest or the skinniest and I'm not expecting the perfect man to sweep me off my feet but there has to be someone who wants me. right?

I just don't know what to do.

This morning, I had a weird feeling I can't really explain.

It started as how any usual day starts for me: excruciating mental pain. For the first half of the day, I thought I was done for, just like always. I remembered how much I was harassed and how ugly it got, and I thought I was gonna get found by the person who ultimately ruined my entire life in just one day. I'm pretty sure I said parts of what I can actually say in previous posts, but long story short I was completely done with my goals. I gave up, giving AI little of what was left of my creativity just to see if I can get that old spark back (which is a mistake, but I had zero resource and I was in a block).

Today, however, I felt something different after the second half of the day. I was scrolling through channels trying to crunch down another boring samey Sunday, until I landed on a movie about experiencing the joys of life. It ignited something on me; I looked around my living room, no shortage of something I'm good at: collecting Nintendo controllers specifically. In my living room alone, I found a cyan Wii Remote, a golden Classic Controller Pro, and my NSO 2 GameCube Controller. I looked at my trampoline and at all the free space in my house, and I thought about how much I love to run and exercise freely. I thought about my tastes in food and realized how unique they were--I might hate white condiments, but I love well-prepared anchovy pizza and pineapple pizza, I love drinking frozen matcha and eating loaded potato soup. I sat for a little longer and all of a sudden, I saw a vision of a character sitting beside me like if they were alive. Suddenly, I felt like I really wanted to go to the mall and let myself loose--find out what kinds of stores it had, how many stories, what where the anchors, what was at the food court, playing at a Dave & Busters, just overall letting myself loose and seeing the very appealing design that was the inside of a mall. This interest wasn't just an obligation to keep me stimulated; it was an actual call to return to my old self. I saw the similarities between my favorite (drawing) artists, and I stopped feeling anxious, even if some of these still make me go WTF. I acknowledged that despite their damning similarities, they each bring something new to the table and keeping me to innovate and do the same: follow the same footsteps but bring something new to the table. I even felt like coming up with a plan to start over with my art, presumably just in time for next year's ArtFight.

There's one problem though. I've had similar breakthroughs before, and I don't know how to keep the newfound spark. I'm enrolled in some coding classes that really frustrated me and completely broke on me and I'm pretty sure I failed the assignment because it's past the deadline and the whole program was straight up broken in the professor's end. It got me super mad, and it even blocked my creativity. My spark can easily just disappear.

So I have a question: what would you guys do to keep the spark alive? I do indeed have a plan to redefine what my creativity truly means, but what if more frustrating coding assignments ruin everything for this spark and leave me right where I got started once again?

I’ve been asking myself this question a lot lately, but every time the words am I gay cross my mind, I push them away, like if I don’t think about it, it’ll just go away. Except it doesn’t. I’m 32 years old, and I feel like I should have figured this out by now. But here I am, sitting in my apartment after another long day at work, replaying every moment in my life that’s ever made me question myself. I mean, I’ve always liked women—or at least, I thought I did. I’ve had girlfriends, I’ve been in love, and I’ve genuinely been attracted to women. But then why does this other side of me exist? The side that wonders why I sometimes feel something different when I look at a guy. The side that gets this weird flutter in my stomac when a certain type of guy walks by or when I watch a movie and find myself paying way too much attention to the male lead instead of the actress everyone else is drooling over. I tell myself it’s nothing, just admiration, but at some point, admiration starts feeling a lot like attraction.

It’s not like I’ve never questioned it before. There were moments, little things throughout my life that should’ve made me stop and think. Like that time in college when my friend put his arm around me, and it sent this unexpected rush through me. Or the way I felt weirdly nervous around a certain guy I worked with a few years ago, even though I told myself I just thought he was cool. But I never let myself go further than that. I never really explored it because I didn’t need to, right? I was dating women, and I liked them, so that meant I was straight. Case closed. Except, now, after years of ignoring it, it’s like my brain won’t let it go anymore. It’s not just a passing thought that I can laugh off or push aside—it’s sticking with me, making me wonder if I’ve been lying to myself this whole time. What if I never questioned it before because I never gave myself the space to? Wat if I’ve been so caught up in doing what’s expected, in playing the part, that I never stopped to ask myself what I actually want?

The scary part is, I don’t even know where to go from here. How do you figure this out when you’ve already built a life on the assumption that you’re straight? Do I just start dating guys? Do I tell someone? And if I do, what if I’m wrong? What if this is just some passing phase or overthinking spiral, and I make a huge deal out of something that doesn’t even need to be a deal at all? I wish there was some test, some clear-cut answer that would just tell me, yes, you are gay or no, you’re just overanalyzing everything. But there’s not. And that’s what makes this so confusing. Maybe I’m bi, maybe I’m just figuring myself out late, or maybe I’m reading into things too much. All I know is, I can’t keep pushing it away. I don’t want to look back 10 years from now and wonder what would’ve happened if I’d been brave enough to actually face this. Maybe the real question isn’t am I gay, but what happens if I let myself find out?

My youngest, Alex, is about to turn seven next week and has been buzzing with excitement at the prospect of his upcoming birthday celebration. He's settled on his dream treat—a chocolate cake covered with chocolate icing, his absolute favorite.

Unfortunately, my mother-in-law often puts her preferences first, and her response to Alex's birthday choice was no different. During a visit, Alex eagerly shared his birthday plans with her, only to be dismissed because she doesn't care for chocolate. She suggested that he should choose a dessert that everyone could enjoy.

In that moment, Alex remembered what he learned at a friend's birthday party. After complaining about the cake flavor at the party, we taught him that the birthday boy or girl gets to choose what they like because it’s their special day. So, with a bit of assertiveness that mirrored the lesson he learned, Alex explained, "It's not your birthday, so you don't get a say.” Normally, I might have called this disrespectful, but it was exactly what we had discussed before.

I supported him by echoing the lesson to my mother-in-law: "When it's your birthday, you can choose whatever you like." That did not sit well with her. She snapped, calling me and Alex names, which led me to decide that perhaps it was best if she didn't attend the birthday party with that kind of attitude.

This decision bewildered my husband, Tom. He even suggested we compromise by buying an additional cake that my mother-in-law would enjoy. However, I stood firm. I believe catering to her whim would only serve to confuse Alex about the boundaries and expectations we've set around birthdays and special occasions.

Tom eventually agreed, recognizing the importance of teaching our son that while he needs to be considerate, he also gets to enjoy his own day just how he wants. Unfortunately, my mother-in-law now expects an apology from Alex, even demanding a written note admitting his wrongdoing, which neither Tom nor I endorse as we don't believe Alex did anything wrong.

She's now threatening to skip the party and withhold his birthday gift unless she receives this apology, a stance that I find rather unreasonable. We've made it clear that her participation in the birthday celebration hinges on her respect for our family’s principles regarding special occasions.

Imagine if this scenario were part of a reality TV show. The drama and the exchange of sharp words might make for entertaining television, with audiences eagerly discussing and debating team loyalties. It would be intriguing to see how viewers might align themselves in such a familial conflict, where generational values clash over something as seemingly simple as a chocolate cake.

What would the audience's reaction be to this scenario on a reality show?

Hey guys! So, here's the thing—I have a friend who's been dealing with some mental health stuff and I really want to understand what they're going through better; you know?? Like, I don't want to be that clueless friend who's just nodding and pretending to get it when I don't really have a freaking clue... So, I thought maybe watching some movies or shows about mental health issues might give me a better perspective, but I'm not sure where to start??? I've been scrolling through Netflix, trying to find something that's not only accurate but also doesn't glamorize mental illness in a way that totally misses the point, you know??? It's tough finding content that doesn't make it all look like it's either totally depressing or somehow romanticizes things that are actually really serious and need to be approached with sensitivity... I heard there are some movies and series that tackle these themes really well—something that's relatable and real but doesn't go overboard with the dramatics!!! Any recommendations??? Have you guys watched anything recently that you think could help me see things from a perspective that's closer to what my friend might be experiencing??? I'm not looking for something that's a downer or super heavy all the time; just something that's respectful and insightful, if you catch my drift... Like, maybe something that balances the gritty reality while offering some hope or a meaningful resolution??? It'd be awesome to hear about anything that includes a variety of perspectives too, as I think getting a wider understanding is really essential in this kind of situation!!! Sometimes it's about finding those smaller stories within the bigger picture that really hit home—and who knows, maybe they'll help me find the right words to support my buddy!!! 🤔 So, if any of you know of shows or movies that fit the bill (and are on Netflix, 'cause that's the only streaming service I have right now), drop me a line, would you??? I'm really willing to put in the time and effort to learn; and yeah, I know watching a movie or two isn't gonna make me a mental health expert overnight, but it seems like a good first step, right??? Maybe there are docs, dramas, or even comedies that expose different angles??? I'm open to anything that's honest, even if the truth it shows isn't always easy to digest!!! At the end of the day, it's about being there for my friend and making sure I'm not just token-supporting them with one-dimensional understanding, if you know what I mean... Anyway, thank you in advance for any suggestions or tips you might have—I really appreciate it!!! I'm all ears and ready to binge-watch for a cause that truly matters to me; let's dive into this together, shall we???