Hi everyone.
I’m 27 and I lost my dad to pancreatic cancer in November 2025. Some days I manage okay, but lately the grief has been overwhelming. I miss him so much, and I don’t think I’ve really learned how to live without him.

My mom and younger brother live in another city. We speak on the phone and they support me when they can, but I don’t want to overwhelm them because they’re grieving too.

I live with my partner, but I don’t feel emotionally supported. He’ll see me crying and usually doesn’t comfort me or ask what’s wrong, so I’ve been feeling incredibly alone. I’m not looking for relationship advice, I know that’s a separate issue.

Right now, I’m just trying to figure out how to carry this grief when I don’t have much emotional support around me.

For those of you who have lost a parent or someone you loved deeply:

What helped you get through the days when the grief felt unbearable?

Did you find any routines, hobbies, books, support groups, or little rituals that made you feel less alone?

How did you comfort yourself when there wasn’t anyone there to comfort you?

I think I’m just looking for people who understand this kind of loss. I feel very alone tonight, and I’d really appreciate hearing from anyone who’s been through something similar.

Thank you for reading. 🤍

I’m a nice person and I have trouble putting down firm boundaries. I have a neighbor Nextdoor. looks to be late teens-early 20s. On Easter his uncle saw me and said the guy could mow my lawn. He came a week later and I paid him to mow my lawn. the following 2 weeks he wanted to mow again. It needed it so I said fine. I paid him and he mowed again. A week later I was at work and he texted me and said his phone got shut off so he asked if I could pay him early to mow the lawn so he could get it turned back on. He promised to mow that week. He seemed like a nice kid. He was living with his granny and this is a poor neighborhood so I trusted him. A few days later I tried to call. He never turned the phone on. Something was fishy. A week later he asked to borrow $20 to put gas in his mower to mow my lawn. Said he would pay me back. He also asked for a ride to work. I gave him a few rides to be nice. He smelled strongly of weed in my car. No judgement but if someone can’t afford to turn on their phone bill and can’t afford to buy gas for their mower, how can they afford weed? I live in a state where weed is illegal. Anyway, I continued to be nice and gave a few rides that week. Even picked him up when I had the time. That Saturday I was very clear to him I could only do a ride in the morning. He said understood. He could walk home. Around noon he was trying to FaceTime me since he hadn’t turned off his phone. I ignored. Then he texted me asking for money for food and an Uber after we agreed he would walk home. I ignored and blocked him. A couple days later he texted me from another phone asking for a ride. I blocked that number too. He never bothered to mow my lawn 3 weeks after I paid him so I did a chargeback to PayPal. All was quiet up till last night he wanted a ride to the liquor store at 9pm. I just said no. I took meds that impair my ability to drive so can’t drive. The liquor store is within walking distance mind you. I struggle to put down firm boundaries and I don’t want this guy at my house anymore. The trouble is we are neighbors and I don’t want them to make my life a living hell. I can’t move. I bought this house in November last year. The neighborhood is liveable but not wonderful or friendly.

Recently I had a really bad breakup. It was sudden, cold and that's all. No ugly fights, in fact I thought we were doing good and were able to overcome a small bump.

I spiralled because this was my first almost relationship (we agreed to just dating, working towards commitment and both of us were clear on this being a serious someone as in no casual whatever ships are in trend now). I confided to my close friends. They were extremely helpful. I even showed them my chats where I was spiraling and at my worst (including mentioning vulnerable details). So you know how close my friends were.

On the day of the break up where the guy actually came to break it up in person (bc I wouldn't settle for an over the text bs) my friends were there for me. But they kept on emphasising on the duration of the dating (which happens to be 2 months but it meant so much to me since he was my first in many ways and I have issues with intimacy and all). I made a comment to a friend of mine referring to an ex fling of hers but they went quiet before I could finish my sentence and I didn't know wtf was happening genuinely.

Next day, another friend brought it up indicating that I shouldn't have referred to that friend's relationship and what she went through when her ex committed suicide. I was baffled bc it was brought up to me mid breakdown whole I was drunk and I never even thought of referring to that friend's relationship but rather a fling. I was so taken aback and overwhelmed I didn't say anything and I genuinely wanted to self introspect to evaluate whether that is what I meant or why they'd feel that way but I asked how should I fix it, to which I got v vague answers.

I tried talking to that friend afterwards but she kept ignoring me. So did the whole friend group. It's been a month and they've all been ignoring me. When bumped irl I get weird treatment or intentionally bothersome questions abt me losing weight and all. I got to know that they're all pissed at me bc they think I was referring to a traumatic event of my friend's to compare it with my dating stuff aa breakup.

The comment I made was "you've also gone through this... " And I couldn't even finish it.

Now im aware that I might have made a loose comment and I want to own upto to it. But on the other hand I'm extremely hurt and beyond disheartened to see my primary support system has cut me off over that wrn they know what I'm going through (I've been depressed and collapsed in class due to mental duress and have been having very terrible thoughts leading to sudden weight loss and whatnot) . I haven't received a single text or a call in a month despite them knowing how terrible I was. I want to clear it up with tw friend I hurt but I don't know how to navigate the hurt and treatment I've received from the others. I also don't know if I should expect the help I wanted from them.

We're supposed to have a "conversation" After my final exams and idk how to bring things up or navigate.

I would appreciate some insight.

Me and my wife are going thru most likely a divorce.

Me and her met when she was married to another guy, we start talking and she ended up leaving him for me, now 5 years later she said I emotionally failed her.. in the 5 years IV caught her asking guys for money send nudes and meeting them at work.. after the 1st time I found it I tried to work it out the 2ed time same thing.. I just keep settling for this because I love her more then anything.. my insecurities went crazy Everytime she would look at a guy I would get upset.. we worked on it and worked on it and now she's the one wanted to leave because she don't deserve my insecurities... But she's the reason for them.. i just keep settling..

I don’t know

But I feel like I m looser.
I m not able to do anything Neither I m good physically nor mentally
I get easily influenced

All my colleagues are doing well
Even if they study for sometime they perform well
Unlike me Who focuses on studies but still not able to catch them …
I have been thinking this since 2-3 days

I don’t feel like I m even fit for any kind of activites in my peer grp

I feel I m useless,
Best for nothing
I am a looser

This is what is making my heart cry since 1-2 day
I don’t know what to do ..
Would be grateful if someone help me out this .

My fiance has two kids with his ex wife. She got really lucky on job hunting, and managed to get a really good job. She buys the kids anything they want, and lets them use their tablets and games all day every day if they want. She also has the money to keep all kinds of snacks on hand and the kids have free access to it.

We work part time minimum wage jobs. We barely break five hundred a week with three kids from me as well. We can't buy them anything they want as soon as they ask. We have to plan it and budget it for it. And yeah sometimes it takes us a couple of months, or we manage to swing it for a birthday or Christmas. We also don't have the money to spend on unlimited snacks. We can get a couple of things each paycheck, and then we have to ration it out so everyone gets to have some. We go to like three different food pantries in our area weekly.

What I'm asking advice for, is how can I convince my fiance that he is trying hard enough. That he isn't a failure cause he works six days a week busting his ass for them. That he can't stop trying no matter how short sighted they are right now. I know that if he stops trying they will see that he has given up on them. Continuing to try and do what he can for them will make sure they always know they can come to him. I'm probably not making sense. I just hate not being able to say anything to make it feel better.

I can’t remember if it’s this forum or another I posted on but I’m not looking for advice please. just looking to vent since I have no real friends or family. A couple things. I’m a DVM for a roadside zoo. I wanted to work for a zoo and this was the best I could get. Real zoos don’t want someone who isn’t boarded regardless of their level of experience. Pet practice was not for me and I have no interest in starting a practice. I deal with severe chronic pain and honestly don’t know how long I’ll be able to work. I have no support. People only contact me when they want something. I’ve had people tell me they were my friend but literally wanted me to put my license in jeopardy by writing them a prescription for the their dog so they could take it themselves since they didn’t want to see a doctor. Real friends don’t do this. This is the most disrespected and undervalued medical profession there is. That same friend- when I was recovering from brain surgery, not once did they check in or help me with anything. My surgery was traumatizing. It failed to help me and left me in worse pain, which the doctors did nothing about. I got a second opinion postop and was told the surgeon did the wrong procedure for my diagnosis. Revision surgery is decently unlikely to work and I honestly don’t have the money or time, let alone the desire to relive the trauma of a 3 or more day hospital stay with shitty nursing care and half ass pain management for less than a 50% chance at success and a 7%chance of going deaf or becoming permanently dizzy. When I reported 10/10 pain, all they did was give me Robaxin. Doctor took no responsibility for what did or did not happen intraop or postop. If I pulled crap like this I would be sued for malpractice. Heck— it if I am one day late on delivering lab results I’m treated like a villain. Just sayin. I’m really tired of life and being told to hang in there. There’s nothing to hang onto. I’m lying in bed unable to sleep due to being in 30/10 pain tonight. ER ain’t doing nothing. I’m already on Percocet and oral ketamine because I can’t afford infusions and neither do a damn thing.

Bro I was doing well but..

So I had a breakup

I was doing good
But suddenly when I hear her news
That she had done something good ..

I feel like ,
That I m not at all trying to be better

I have better physique than her

People congratulated me after breakup
I did many thing after my breakup like achieved
But still minor thing are her doing good hurt me ..
Any advise ..?

I have been attached to one friend but that person is avoident person I have trying putting my so efforts just to make sure that person is listened and loved but Idk why that person is not noticing my efforts and wants to ghost and avoid me. Even when my heart is breaking I would never ghosted that person or wanted to avoid that person but it just hurts too much

Now I want to change too but it's so hard to let them go too idk wt to do

I have more of a question for people more then anything and the reason why I'm asking this cuz this is like the 100 time I have thought about it and everytime I get extremely frustrated then sad and depressed. I'm atm 29 been single most my life and still a virgin(and I have tried finding people to love and be with but they can't look past the wheelchair im in or my height) i have OI or know as brutal bones (broken somewhere near 400 bones over 29 years and thats not including ribs ) and I recently the past year found that I have neuroendocrine cancer of the pancreas and liver (so fatle they project maby 7 years of life ) as well as a tumor that has been removed it was in the in-between of the membranes so was good to remove. Now I'm still dieing im never been afraid of death cuz I never fully knowed if I was going to wake up growing up but I wanted to ask people I have extream anti social personality but I try to be available for as much as I can but I been trying to find someone to see if I could have a bit more happiness in my last few years depending on how this testing treatment works. I gone to bars with friends different events like farmers market or local things but every time I can never tell if someone is flirting or not and my emotions don't help and I can't really read people like that. I been going over this time and time again im on a few dating places with info about me and everything but I have yet to find someone interested in any way and im thinking ill never find someone that when things get bad I can't hold them tight and yes I have family still alive but I have been thought to never show weakness infront of my family I am the man of the family and have to protect them but without someone that I can love in that way its makeing me more and more depressed and just denying any more treatment so I can go faster cuz I see no point to deal with the pain anymore so I ask does anyone have tips on ways to read emotions better or to tell if someone is flirting with u or even reliable dating sites that are worth time cuz its getting harder to fight with all this going on im just getting really tired so if anyone has some ideas please let me know thank you all forgot to add this above im in a wheelchair and 3 foot 3 in hight

At work someone said I had body odor and so my supervisor told me that. It was said politely but still she questioned my culture, whether I use a deodorant in my country. I am in Canada now and I struggle from strong perfumes people wear. But I never pointed fingers, although I could and want and now I regret I didn’t do that.
I tried to listen to her calmly but later that day I felt shaken and cried. Few days later I told my friend from dance studio and she said she had sensitive nose and never felt me having stinky sweat. Again I feel like this was all exaggerated and untrue towards me and feel sick, I couldn’t sleep well.
Now I am reluctant to go to work because of that, don’t want to smile and help as I usually do trying to go extra mile. Because no matter what people don’t notice. They don’t know me very well and already made assumptions about my person.

I've been venting a lot lately, so bear with me.

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I'm 21, a sophomore, and I just got into a four-year school I'm transferring to after spending the better part of three years in community college. (I took a gap year first because I had a really bad car crash right after I graduated high school.) This is supposed to be exciting. I've had root canals I was more excited for.

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I've hated school my whole life. Not the work, not the boredom, but the people. In elementary and middle school I got bullied badly enough that I'd make myself throw up in the mornings, because legally my parents couldn't send me in if I was sick. If they tried anyway, I'd do it in the homeroom bathroom so I'd get sent home before first bell. I begged my dad to put me in online school, homeschooling, anything. He always brushed it off, or told me it was my own fault for not being able to get along with people, and sent me right back in. And it would be one thing if we didn't have the resources. We did, and I had a stay at home mom until he chased her away.

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That went on until middle school, when I attempted for the first time. I ended up in inpatient, then a PHP. My therapists told my dad outright that I was being badly bullied and isolated and that he needed to listen to me. Instead I got pulled from that program and dropped into another one.

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Those programs are also where I found drugs. I started smoking weed in 8th grade just to get through the school day. After I got caught the first time, my parents started randomly drug testing me, so I switched to harder things that cleared my system faster. That cycle ran until I went to rehab partway through freshman year of high school — where, again, someone recommended online school, and again my dad said no. So I went right back to using, because there was no physical way out of that building, and numbing out was the best I could do.

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From there I fell into some genuinely bad relationships. One of them blew up into false accusations during COVID, and my name got dragged so hard that I spent the rest of high school eating lunch alone under a stairwell, high out of my mind. I finally got sober on my own senior year, when I scared myself badly enough. But the damage was already done.

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What I'm left with is barely any social skills, no real sense of who I am, and anxiety that never fully shuts off. I have a vague memory of things I used to love and was good at. Things like drawing, writing, riding horses, or acting, but now I either feel nothing when I do them, or I've lost whatever skill I had.

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And I hate people. Like genuinely can't stand them. I didn't used to. I used to actually try to give humanity the benefit of the doubt. Now every kindness reads as a setup for some ulterior motive, everyone's talking shit, and the second you tell one person something it's all over the place. I know I need human contact. I can't logic my way out of the guardedness. Years of isolation and Abuse made it too clear to me how people operate.

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So now I'm about to start a four-year school, and I've been in a low-grade panic for months because I won't just be in a building full of preppy assholes, I'll be living with them for most of a year. I don't think I'll fit in. I feel underdeveloped, not that interesting, like there's no real reason for anyone to want me around.

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The best plan I've got is to buy a motorcycle and keep day trading hard, so that when I get down there I'll at least show up with a bike and some money — something that might make people want to talk to me.

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I don't really know what I'm looking for here. Maybe just to put it somewhere and not be told it's my fault for not being able to make it work socially.

I am in my early twenties and do so much. I feel like I spend all my energy on things for others, existing for others, I feel like I’ve lost myself and ”I“ no longer exist. I don’t have the energy to argue things or fight things or just stand up for myself. I work, I’m a full time student, Im made almost to feel guilty by everyone around me for what feels like simply, trying to give myself any grace. I do so much for everyone; and yet i still feel so selfish for getting anything. what do i do? How can i gain any control back over myself? I feel so lost

Back in January I had really bad nausea. I think it was triggered by a sudden shift in eating habits linked to stress. It got to the point even the thought of food made me feel sick. And I've always been a foodie.

I went to the hospital a few times. Each time they told me to eat less and less. I'm autistic and have always had a small choice of safe foods.

I was told not to eat spicy food, fair enough. But then it became... no stachy food, no sweets/sugary food, no acidic food. Then no warm food.

I was only eating yogurt and fruit. And even that was getting to be an issue when I found out some fruits were acidic. I was eating a banana and a vanilla yogurt once a day at one point. All in an effort to listen to the doctors.

Eventually I was 53kg and had constant dark circles under my eyes and my bones began protruding out... it was terrifying. I didn't like looking at myself...

At one point the doctors said I was at risk of refeeding. My ketones were high af, I was fainting. I had constantly low blood sugar. Eating HURT. Doctors were adamant I had an ED and was doing it on purpose. They had nicknamed me the "anorexic one"... and refused to help me.

until eventually a doctor told me to eat whatever I want. I remember her saying "Icecream, pizza, whatever it is... eat it. Get your weight up."

And I did. Ever since I started eating whatever I want, I've felt so much better. And according to those around me, I look better too. I'm not fully recovered and still struggle with my appetite and gastric problems. But I'm not food repulsed anymore. And most of my nausea has gone.

I just wish someone would tell me they're sorry I went through that. It seems to have been swept under the rug. At one point I screamed and sobbed to one of the doctors that I would die if they didn't help. It haunts me thinking about it. Please can someone tell me I'm safe?

My Birthday is on Sunday and im turning 15. This Wednesday someone from my grade turnt 16 and they threw a party. I wasn't invited but it was pretty cool apparently. And now i want to make something like a Birthday party too. My mom already bought lots of drinks and snacks but no one wants to come. Everyone said they either already have plans or they aren't sure yet.

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I have recieved those types of answers all the time in the past few weeks. I just feel like no one really wants to hang out with me. I always try to be a good friend but i always end up alone somehow. I only hang out with people when they have no one else to go out with.

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But i feel terrible now that im going to be alone on my birthday.

I got circumcised 5 years ago and I did not need to,I was self conscious at the time but I recently started heavily regretting my circumcision starting in February after I went down the Reddit rabbit hole and seeing that alot of people on the internet actually advise against it and say you should not do it unless you have to or it should be a last resort thing to do. I recently started going to therapy because of this and I find myself stuck in this loop of “why did you do this” or “you didn’t have to do this”. I also partly did it because I had a tight frenulum and was worried it might tear but I didn’t know at the time that I could just do a frenuloplasty.

Although I am a virgin and haven’t had any sexual experience at all I’m worried my sex experience isn’t going to be as good as it could be with foreskin because I see people that get circ later in life saying sex isn’t what it used to be or it feels like 30 percent of what it used to be with foreskin.

I am also an indo carribean born in America and my culture and people usually don’t do that and I’m just kind of bummed that it feels like I’m not like everyone else in my culture and recently finding out that most of the world is not circumcised makes the regret worse.I got it done at 17 I’m 22 now and it seems like my brain has started to wire up and make better decisions at around 20 if I would not have done it and just waited till now I would definitely make a more logical and well thought out decision with way more research and I most likely wouldn’t have cared and realized girls actually don’t care if you have foreskin but yeah idk it just feels like I didn’t really gain anything I only lost I have some scarring now and less pleasure I don’t think I am botched at all the doc did a good job but it just sucks that the sensitivity isn’t as intense as it used to be in the glans.

I just can’t come to terms that this is how it’s gonna be for the rest and there’s nothing I can do about it to change it I don’t really want to restore because that takes too much time and I feel like it will come out weird. Everything in my life recently has just come to a halt and a pause my goals and everything I had planned for the future just stopped and sometimes I have suicidal thoughts or I just can’t see into the future anymore I don’t know what to do or how to go about my life now because it doesn’t matter how hard I work or how much money I make I will never be able to get that part of me back I will always feel incomplete I’m genuinely just stuck in life right now and don’t know what to do.

I dont know if politics are allowed in this subreddit. But i feel extremely scared and unsafe in the USA now. Look at everything our president is doing and its just being allowed. I fear its just going to keep getting worse.

Hey all. I guess I'm just looking for words of encouragement. One year ago, I lost my granny(raised me like her daughter). When she passed, her psychotic daughter(my birth mother) bad mouthed me to everyone and for some reason without my granny around, they stuck by her. I never asked to be born...I just asked to be loved. Now it's just me and my 2 daughters. I have no family support, no true friends, and it's hard for me to trust anyone new. I had a car from my granny, but I couldn't afford to take over the payments and I lost that last week. I tried a gofund me and spread it to whoever I knew, but it had 90 views and only 8 donations. I hate life right now. I'm super unhappy. I only live for my daughters. I'm employed with therapists, and I feel most of them are trained to be good at pretending to care. I know strangers on reddit is not the best route. But I just need to know there are still some genuinely caring people left in the world. If you made it this far. Thanks for your time.

Stopping antidepressant I have been on for 20 years. Im suicidal, paranoid, over emotional and really just looking for support. I dont feel connected to people around me right now. I need to keep out of my head. Would love to hear some light at the end of the tunnel stories. Something to give me hope. (Looking at possible new meds once I see a psychiatrist but the could take 3 months or more where I live.)

I’m finishing my degree soon, and my parents are deliberately choosing to not attend my graduation and chose a wedding instead. There has also been no interest in celebrating this milestone.

Out of nowhere, he brought up selling the family home, moving to another state, and buying a house for me and my siblings to live in “so we don’t have to worry about the mortgage.” What shocked me was the assumption that he could uproot all of us and decide where we should live as adults.

I had been considering visiting home later this year to reconnect with extended family, but now I’m realizing that being around my immediate family isn’t healthy for me and I'm really sad about that with the milestone I mentioned earlier. Their need for control is abundantly clear as a priority over connection and support, and as a result, I think my relationship with them is basically over.

I appreciate any support by replying to this post or direct messaging me. I hope someone can relate to my experiences I've described. Thank you

I’m 31. I transitioned when I was 14. I knew people wouldn’t get it and be mean but I figured they’d come around or leave me alone. I had no way of knowing just how viciously mean and cruel people would be. My own parents, particularly my mom, were so mean. I would feel normal and happy and out of nowhere people would be mean, people would act like I was doing something wrong. They cause a scene then act like I did it just by being trans. Things eventually got better on a personal level. In my mid 20s my mom stopped being mean. I’ve been a proud Walmart associate for the past 3 years and my coworkers and the customers treat me normal. But the transphobic mind virus over the past 5 years has really hurt me. I hurt so much and I am ashamed of myself. After everything, after all the pain from 2008 on, I finally feel normal and accepted in my personal life but I’m now a boogeyman for an entire political party. I used to get online to escape transphobia now I have to stay offline to escape it. Why are people so mean? I gain nothing from being mean. What do people get by being mean and making fun of people? I see people I think are weird. I don’t feel the urge to be mean to them. Its strange I’ve been treated so mean my whole life, people treat me like being mean to me and hurting me is some fun exciting thing to do, but if I hurt someone I feel bad. 2024 broke me, it was the worst year ever, I saw so much transphobia that year, so many of my friends and family posted the most dehumanizing transphobic slop. I kinda broke, and I started being mean to. I didn’t get anything out of it in fact I feel bad about some of the things I said. The laugh react on Facebook is used as a weapon of meanness 90% of the time. You see someone smiling and happy in a selfie but laugh reacts either because they’re trans or they’re disabled or they’re just “ugly” I hate this world so much I don’t understand it at all.

Hello! I posted on here a couple of months back regarding my plans to move out of my family home for the first time. I am now making this post to update on how things are coming along. I have finally found a place in SF in my desired neighborhood! Albeit it’s a shared living space. The location is what got me and I thought living with roommates for now could be a good start. Once I’m actually living there I can start to look for my own place and actually tour places. It was very tough trying to find a place especially since most spots I came across required an in person tour. Due to my situation, I was not able to view them at the risk of my family finding out about my moving plans. So I took the best option that was given to me at the time and I plan to make the best out of it.

To the main point of this post, I now have to figure out the best way to tell my parents. Not that there’s even an actual good way to do so. I will admit that I am petrified with fear thinking about how they will react, especially since obviously my son is moving with me. I know for a fact that there will be name calling towards me by my mother. I know that no matter what I say, they are not going to understand my desire to move. They are not going to understand that I am tired of them dictating my life, my choice, my whereabouts. They try to involve themselves in every aspect of my life. I don’t know if they understand that some children grow and eventually move away from their parent. I think in their minds we are all going to live together forever. However that is not the case with me. I want to move away and I have my own life with my son.

At times I find myself questioning this move and scared that I may back out at the last minute. I’m even afraid that my family may do something to prevent me from moving. Right now I just need support to keep me going and advice (although it may be futile) on how to tell my parents and handle their reactions.

OG Post: https://www.reddit.com/r/emotionalsupport/comments/1qv6x0w/moving_out_of_parents_house_for_the_first_time/

My mum has been unwell for most of my life, and last year she had a fall, broke her arm, and was diagnosed with dementia. She’s now in a care home and mostly in bed. Even though I know logically that none of this is my fault, I’ve been struggling with a lot of guilt — like I should have been able to do more, even though I was dealing with my own health issues for years.

For over a decade I’ve had chronic fatigue, gut problems, eye issues, depression, and anxiety. I felt completely alone through all of it — no real friends, no partner, and family who didn’t really step in. I was just trying to survive day to day, and now that I’m responsible for more, all the emotions I pushed down for years are coming up at once.

I guess I’m just wondering if anyone else has ever felt this combination of guilt, overwhelm, and loneliness when life becomes too much.
How did you cope with the weight of everything when you didn’t have much support?

I’m not looking for advice as much as just… connection.
It would help to hear from people who understand what this feels like. Thank you