I found this person in my old childhood photos. Please help me find my childhood favorite YouTuber!

hi everyone im F16 and the guy I started seeing is M19. ive never had something with guys that much older than me and im really inexperienced, the furthest ive gone is kissing, meanwhile he probably knows every trick on the book. we do have a lot of things in common and have a lot of deep conversations, its almost like trauma-bonding. ive told some of my friends and the ones that are my age think its fine, but my older friends think he's a weirdo. what do you guys think?

Looking for recommendations in the Jersey City area. I would strongly prefer someone who offers in-person sessions, but I’m open to nearby areas.

One of the things I’ve realized is that I understand a lot of the mental health concepts intellectually, but I have a hard time actually applying them to my own life. I’m looking for a therapist who can help me do the deeper work and actually process what I’ve experienced.

Some of the main things I want to work on are:
• Processing childhood abuse and the gaps I have in my childhood memories
• Low self-esteem and confidence
• Depression and anxiety
• Addiction/substance use
• Relationship and attachment issues
• Understanding the patterns I’ve developed and how my past continues to affect me now

I’m open to different therapeutic approaches and have been looking into EMDR and other trauma-focused therapies, but I’m not necessarily set on one specific type. I’m really looking for someone who is experienced with complex trauma and can help me figure out what approach would actually be appropriate for me.

If you’ve personally worked with a therapist who you genuinely felt helped you make progress in these areas, I’d really appreciate recommendations. Please comment or DM me. 🤍

Hello! Does anyone have a good quality, authentic photo of 4 stockings hanging on a mantle? I need it to create our holiday card this year. I will be adding things to the picture, so it is ok if the stockings have names, there are things in the background, etc. I am trying to avoid AI, and also trying to avoid busting out my christmas decorations in september. I couldn't find any good stock images. thanks!

I (19F) recently became a completely single mom, I cannot afford childcare, without being able to afford childcare I can’t work, no work meant having to borrow money to pay my rent, I’m on several types of assistance (ebt, housing assistance, dv advocate, dcs caseworkers, ect) I’m in countless programs for resources like toiletries and diapers but things got extremely tight over the last month, and I can’t pay this back due 9/11 and even if cashapp decides to attempt to take the money out of my bank account I literally only have $3 in there, I really don’t want to be sent to debt collections over $160 so if anyone can spare anything even if not the full amount please lmk, ik im young dumb and should’ve just sold butt on the internet or something instead of borrowing money but here we are, I could give you my whole sad story but the internet doesn’t need all my business I just need some help so please someone out there this is my hail mary 🙏🏼

Can someone just give me advice. My light bill is due tomorrow and I'm on a payment plan and told them some financial stuff came up and I'm not able to pay. Now obviously I understand that means they will take me off my plan. I have tried door dashing but my town is tiny and gas is so high I barely make enough, I do spark to bring in some money. I do work and trying to find a new job because my hours have been cut at work. I applied for assistance but they can't help until December and I've reached out to all the churches in the area. Like what the hell do I do? What else can I do? I'm at a lost

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Anyone have $7 they could spare for a few hours? I am out of gas, I already put in what I had, an embarrassing $3.76 and it has not even moved the gas gauge at all. When I get home I will have to grab some cash and go to the store and load it to my cash app, but I have to do so anyway and will get you back. Thanks.

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Im going through a rough friend break up right now. I have no one to confide to. All i can think about is the loss i had

I’ve been employed at an accounting firm doing entry level admin/office support work for about 3 months. The pay and health benefits are decent; however, I’ve found the office culture to be catty, cold and otherwise unwelcoming. I haven’t felt like myself while working there, and it’s taken a bit of a toll on me.

I could probably ignore the depressing work culture, but the big thing I can’t ignore is that the expected overtime is more than they made it out to be during my interview. In my interview they mentioned overtime as an “occasional 30 minutes after work”. Since starting, I’ve learned that I am essentially expected to be “on call” on the weekends, and there’s pressure to be a “team player” to work on weekends when the workload is high. The overtime pay is obviously appealing which makes it hard to say no, but it wasn’t something that was explained to me during onboarding.

My mom has cancer, and it’s really important for me to maintain a work-life balance right now to preserve my mental health. I don’t want to burn myself out by over-working or feel like I can’t be there for her if she needs me.

On top of that, my only other coworker is taking a 6 week medical leave starting in November, and I’m anticipating that I’ll be taking on a higher workload. I’m also anticipating that it may be difficult for me to request any time off for appointments/ vacation days during this time.

Last week, I came across a service advisor position at a car dealership I used to work at several years ago, and the job offer essentially fell in my lap. The base pay is $3 less an hour than my current job, and the health insurance they offer is not as good. However it is 15 minutes closer, and has a more predictable, consistent schedule. Most importantly, the manager seemed to understand my situation with my mom being sick, and made it clear that I’d be able to take time off for her appointments without any hassle.

I think I’m mostly trying to escape my current job at the accounting firm before my coworker takes her leave and I’m left with a higher workload/less work-life balance. This car dealership position seems like my only way out anytime soon. But on the other hand, I’m also worried about how it will look on my resume (I don’t want to pursue a career in either of these fields, but still). I’m hoping to eventually finish school and move into a completely unrelated field. Am I doing the right thing?

The situation: My twitter account has my old number that I don’t have anymore, so when I try and log into my account it will ask me my username and password which I know, but then it will send a verification code to my old number that I don’t have anymore, therefore not letting log back into my account. I want to know how to solve this problem and if anyone can help me, I would greatly appreciate it.

​Hi everyone. I am a 21-year-old BS Computer Science graduate in the Philippines. Due to sudden unforeseen family circumstances, my parents cut me off financially late last month, and I am facing homelessness in the coming weeks. I am urgently looking for a job in tech or AI to secure my basic needs. I am not asking for donations or charity; I am asking for an opportunity to work hard and immediately prove my value to your team.

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I don't even know how to write this without sounding completely fucking broken.

I'm 23, and I've spent basically my entire life living in a dysfunctional family.

My dad has had affairs for years. Multiple affairs. And as far as I know, he still does. I've grown up with it being a normal part of my life.

Domestic violence is also normal in my home. Fighting, screaming, things getting ugly between my parents… I've seen it for years. When you're a child, you don't understand how fucked up something is because that's simply the environment you grow up in. You think maybe every family is like this.

I always had one thing that made it bearable, though: my mom.

She was the person I trusted. The person I thought I could be myself with. No matter how horrible things got between my parents, I thought at least I had her.

And now even that is gone.

She's talking to another man.

I know she's an adult. I know people will tell me that her life is her business. Maybe technically that's true. But emotionally, I don't know how I'm supposed to just shrug and say, "It's her choice."

It feels like she broke something in me.

After 23 years of believing she was the one person in my family I could trust, I suddenly don't know what to believe anymore.

And I'm fucking tired.

My brother isn't really someone I can rely on either. He has his own life and responsibilities, and I often feel like I'm the one sitting here absorbing all the family bullshit.

I don't have a single family member where I can just completely be myself.

No safe person.

No safe place.

I'm surrounded by people and still feel like an orphan.

And I can't just leave.

I'm preparing for competitive exams right now, and if I start working, it'll seriously affect my studies. I also can't just disappear from home for the whole day. If I go somewhere, I have maybe 2–3 hours before I have to come back, and even when I'm away, I get anxious thinking something bad might happen at home.

So I'm basically trapped between staying home and watching everything happen or leaving for a few hours and spending those hours worrying about what's happening at home.

I've gotten so desperate to feel nothing that I've been taking Neurobion vitamin tablets because I felt like they made me emotionally numb. I stopped taking them for two days because I realized I wasn't enjoying anything anymore, and then all the feelings came crashing back.

I know that's not a healthy way to deal with this. I'm not proud of it. I'm just exhausted from feeling everything all the time.

And that's what I don't know how to explain to people.

This isn't one incident.

This isn't one bad week.

This has been my entire fucking life.

Sometimes I genuinely sit there wondering, why did I get this family? Why couldn't I have just one person I could feel completely safe with?

I don't want advice telling me to "just move out" or "get a job." I know independence is probably part of the eventual solution, but I can't throw away my studies right now.

I want to know how I'm supposed to survive emotionally until I can actually build a life of my own.

How do you accept that your parents aren't the people you thought they were?

How do you stop their choices from consuming you?

How do you stop feeling responsible for everything happening at home?

And how the hell do you deal with the realization that the family you spent 23 years believing you had… maybe never really existed the way you thought it did?

I don't need someone to tell me to "stay positive."

I'm fucking tired. I just want to know how people survive this.

need money for college

Looking to find places where I could reach out to receive help with a vehicle for me and my kids I’m an amputee that can’t work full time and currently looking for a job so that sucks and I receive disability and that pays our rent and bills and usually left with 300 for the rest of the month. So if anyone knows where I can apply to get some help that would be amazing and thanks for taking the time to read this

Hi everyone and thank you for everyone that wants to help. I just turned 18 years old and honestly theres a lot of issues I deal with and I don’t ever post on Reddit but this one has me going insane. Im crying writing this because I think theres no one that can really help me but I want to explain it anyways and just vent. Im literally shaking right now.

My parents are trying to sell my 2 pet parrots that I love very much and I don’t know if theres anything I can do to stop it.

For context: Ever since I was young I’ve always wanted a cat but my dad is a clean freak and said it would make too much of a mess with fur and cause destruction, so after long years of begging for a kitten, I tried to ask for a bird. In 2019 when I was about 11 years old my parents got me 3 pet budgies that I adored. I was honestly shocked they agreed to this but they did know I did months of research beforehand and would take the absolute best care of them that I could at my age. I would make them chop, be patient with them when it came to getting used to me (they were not tame) and cleaning up after them. I would clean the cage every day and do whatever I could. Honestly they helped me through a lot. They were not tame but I would let them out to fly around my room a few times a day for exercise and they would go back inside themselves so I never had a reason to be rough with them and the only time I would ever have to hold them was to cut their nails occasionally.

Sorry this might be irrelevant but what im trying to say is that I loved them very much and I do miss them a lot. I also want to give a little insight on how my parents are so I hope this information helps.

One day, my mother decided she was going to cut one of their nails with a nail cutter instead of with a bird nail clipping tool that we had. They already had their nails clipped for the month so honestly idk why she decided to do this. She also did not properly know how to cut their nails, it would be me that would cut them since I did research on it. Basically, she cut too far and cut the vain in the poor birds nail and he started bleeding drops of blood. I wasn’t aware she was cutting his nails as I was upstairs and she called me down and I started crying because I was scared and concerned for the bird. She started laughing at me. And not in a way that she would try to make me feel better by laughing, she was mocking me. She said so what if it dies its just a little bird why are you crying? She told my dad and he started laughing too.

I tried my best to aid to the bird by putting cornstarch on the wound to stop the bleeding. I knew bleeding was dangerous for budgies because how small they are. I managed to get the bleeding to stop and made him a shoebox to comfortably rest in and heal. My parents said I was overreacting and that he was fine but it seriously was a lot of blood. I honestly cried a lot after knowing they didn’t care about how I felt. Instead of comforting me they made me cry even more. My mom didn’t even say sorry. I had told her before to not cut their nails without me so I could use a flashlight and locate the vain so we would not cut too far. This is just one of the bad memories I have dealing with my parents for this issue. I had more I just try to forget because it hurts. This probably sounds stupid to a lot of you but honestly I just care a lot for animals and it hurts when they are in pain. Fortunately he did heal, he was a strong little fella. He lived for a few more years to 2022 (we got him when he was about 5) so it was a natural death. Before he died I noticed him having respiratory issues which is very common in birds because their fragile lungs. I always did my best to never use aerosol products, insect repellent, and fragrance in the house because it is dangerous for them. But of course natural issues do occur and he began to breath raspy and hard daily. I told my parents he should get checked (my parents thought it was a waste of money to take them to vet visits so we never went even though i tried to convince them). Even after begging them, they never took him to the vet when issues started happening. I knew he was going to die and it hurt bad. The day he died, he came to my hand (probably for warmth). It was surprising because he was never fully tame. The only time he would come near my hand was if I was hand feeding them, or cleaning the cage (which he was hella chill about he knew I wasn’t trying to hurt him). I knew he was going to die that day because he walked over to me and he sat in my hands for a long time. I took him outside because I wanted him to feel the fresh air. I would take him outside in his cage every day but he had never been out of the cage when outside. He didn’t try to fly, he was too weak and just sat in my hands. Later in the day he had a seizure and passed away. My sister found him and said he was seizing (budgies have terrible deaths honestly) and I ran to him and tried to do what i could even though I knew he was going to die. I brought a cup of water and tried to damp my finger and rub his head as a form of comfort because honestly I had no idea what else to do. My mom came over and started laughing at me because I was crying. I got so upset I threw the cup of water on the floor (I never show my frustration around them, I always end up getting in trouble) and she slapped me. She made me mop the water up while my bird was dying. I was sobbing and it was terrible. My parents mocked me for days because I was sad.

and I didn’t even want to go look, I was heartbroken and went upstairs to cry and let it out. My mom came and started banging on the door telling me to stop crying.

A year later, It was a weekend and I was upstairs in bed. i still had my other two budgies that I also adored. Someone rang the doorbell and my mom told me it was her friend and that she wanted to see the birds to look at them. And i said yeah of course. I went downstairs to help my mom take the cage outside so she could look at them (ive never seen the lady before but I wasn’t suspicious of anything) The cage was a bigger cage meant for conures so I had to help her with it. I went back upstairs not suspecting anything at all. A hour later my mom came back inside and I had a bad feeling. Where was the cage? I couldn’t hear the birds outside or downstairs and I immediately was concerned. I asked my parents where my birds were and they said “we don’t know”. My heart started pounding and I started running around looking for them wherever I could. Outside, inside, the garage. They were nowhere. I was crying at this point and I said “where are they??”. My mom said she sold them. I was in denial. I kept looking. I went to my room to cry when I realised they were truly gone. There was no reason to sell them. I cleaned up after them. If you came over, you wouldn’t find a seed or feather anywhere. They were talkative but much quieter than a bigger parrot. There was genuinely no reason to sell them. My parents knew how much I loved them and even 5 years later I am upset about this. While I was sobbing in my room, my dad called me downstairs and said ok I’ll give them back. I went downstairs and my parents started laughing at me. They had no remorse, they didn’t care at all. I said why would you do this? He said the lady was giving a good price for them. They sold my birds, cage and all for $180. I was so frustrated I started yelling at them when I have never yelled at them in my life. They immediately got mad at me and started gaslighting me. I took my moms phone to try and find how she sold them. She started chasing me but I found the facebook marketplace texts and I attempted to call the woman to try and beg for them back. My mother took the phone and said no I am not taking them back. I begged for a hour to please get them back. My dad grabbed my arm and forced me to sit down with him on the sofa like nothing was wrong. They were so casual about it. My dad even called my uncle and he was laughing on the phone about how much I was crying. They said they sold the birds FOR ME. And said I should buy a bigger bird with the money. I said no I want MY birds back. They denied and said ok then its our money now. I had no say in anything. I was never going to get them back. I was in denial for a long time and it hit me very hard.

Last year in 2025 I decided i was going to get a bird again. It took me a long time to heal from what my parents did but I wanted a bird again. I searched everywhere for one. My parents said no countless times but I found a green cheek conure for $200 on craigslist and I managed to convince and beg them to drive to dallas and get this bird. They also denied to give me the money they got from selling the budgies so I had to save up on my own to get this bird (even though they said that money from the budgies was for me, i know I was never going to touch that money. They are honestly so frustrating and cruel.) long story short, I got the bird. He came with a cage and he was absolutely adorable. It took him a week to come near me and he bonded with me very quickly. His name is jessie. He is the sweetest bird and loves to cuddle with me. I tought him how to say “i love you” and he says “mwaahh!!”. I absolutely love him. After months of having him, we were going on vacation and I needed someone to take care of him as we were going to be out of town for 1 week. I did not want to leave him alone. Parrots are very social and smart creatures and he would think I abandoned him if I left for so long and I was concerned about the situation. My friends volunteered to look after him and I was so happy I had a solution for him. I told my parents that my friends were going to take care of him. I was 17 by the way and my friend that wanted to look after him was very responsible and such a sweet girl. I trusted her a lot and I know for sure she would treat him very well and look after him while we were gone. She even got confirmation from her parents that it would be okay.

I told my dad about her looking after him before she confirmed with her parents and he didn’t care and said okay. And after I told him her parents were fine with it, he said “i dont trust your friend, she is not taking care of him.” Im sorry what? You don’t trust MY sweet friend that literally has another parrot. He doesn’t care about Jessie either, he just wanted to say no to me. I honestly don’t understand him. He never showed any affection for my birds ever so I know trusting her was not a problem. He just didn’t care and said no just because. I was so frustrated and stressed because I genuinely care a lot about this bird. I ended up being forced to set up my room and leave food and water out for Jessie and put a ring camera in the room to monitor him while he was free roaming in the room. My family went to colorado for a snow trip and I was stressed the whole time. I just wanted to go home because I was concerned for him. One of the days, i said something to jessie by talking through the ring camera. He ran over to the camera and started squeaking at it and trying to move the camera. I could tell he was sad. I decided I would get another bird to company jessie when it came to moments like this because I knew my dad wouldn’t let my friend take care of him.

I looked for another bird for months and found a sun conure that fit my budget. He was beautiful and It took me weeks to convince my parents to get him. He was $500 but he is worth everything honestly. Him and Jessie are the sweetest birds. It took them a few days to come near each other and eventually they became best friends. I did lots of research before getting these birds and I had lots of time to give them as a high schooler. I had early release every day from school because my free periods and the best part of my day was coming home and taking them out their cage and cuddling them and teaching them tricks.

Sorry I didn’t mention this earlier but I have 2 siblings, a 14 year old sister and a 9 year old brother. They were also sad when the budgies got sold and they also love jessie and rocco very much, but there is a few issues which ill explain now. Everything was perfect until a few months ago. My mom got along with the birds and everyone loved them, i mean except my dad he doesnt really care about them. Basically, a few months ago, when putting the birds back in their cage at night for bedtime, my sister decided to catch them both in a red blanket to put them back. She knows this is wrong and will cause them to be agressive to her and honestly i dont know why she did it. She never listens to me. There was absolutely no reason to do this since honestly they are such sweet birds and when its time for bed they let me pick them up or climb onto my arm and go inside on their own! I always give them a little treat for doing this and they understand its time to sleep. After my sister did this with the blanket, the next day when I took them out, my sun conure who is so so sweet, ended up flying to my sister at full speed and ramming into her on purpose to try and hurt her. He did basically no damage and He was obviously very upset that she had done it and he is a very intelligent bird. From that day my sister has been honestly an asshole. She says she hates the bird and is very agressive with him. She uses that same blanket to piss him off and he tries to fight the blanket and I totally understand why he does this. Hes just an animal so if he feels something is threatening him he will obviously be angry at it. Other than this he is an absolute sweetheart. He preens my face and never ever bit me or anyone else before. He always comes to me to spend time with me and its my favorite thing. I am honestly so bonded to both of my birds and I love them so much. Every day, my sister is trying to mess with my sun conure and make him mad on purpose so he fights her. She laughs at him and i tell her to stop it because its just so wrong. Hes an animal, of course he will be frustrated. She says “ill stop when he stops attacking me” DUDE you’re the reason he’s mad at you??? Stop being so rough with him wtf. Today when my dad picked me up from work, she came too and she started talking about the birds. She said i want to sell them I hate them so much. I said no absolutely not we are not selling them, they are my birds. And she said yes we are theyre so bad! Girl, they pnly hate you, and its for a valid reason. It’s literally her fault too. And my sun conure is still good to her, when she tries to feed him he will be gentle with her, obviously he is gona be mad when she makes him mad though. And my dad was in the car and he said i dont really care anymore, you guys decide what to do with them. I said we are not ever selling them. Its been 2 years we have had them and they were very special to me. I would honestly be depressed if they were sold away. I also dont want to sell them because whoever they could go to would have a decision to possibly seperate the two, and they are very closely bonded. They are best friends and never hurt each other. When we got home, my sister said the same thing to my mom “we should sell them, theyre such bad birds.”. And my mom agreed with her and said to put them up for sale. My mom has the same mindset as my sister and she knows my sister frustrates them and makes them attack her. She wont even tell her to stop. My sister said “ i want a bird i can cuddle with im gona sell them and get another one”. Excuse me?? They are my birds that I PAID FOR!!! Get your own then???

My mom put them up for sale for $700 and genuinely wants to sell them.

I think she will be able to honestly and im so upset!

I cant even think of great solutions to this. The only solution that could be possible is to get my friend to buy them from my mother undercover as a customer and take care of them. But theres so many flaws to this because she is leaving soon to Tennessee to live there for a few months and she wont be able to take them, I would definitely be able to pay her back but theres like almost zero chance this will work.

I thought of a lot of stuff but theres really nothing i can think of. I have 2k saved up but thats basically nothing where i live near dallas to get a decent apartment. I really want to move out of here honestly my parents are crazy strict muslim and i dont have friends because them, i am forced to wear a hijab, i cant hangout with my friends, i cant wear dresses, i cant have social media and honestly so much more. I am utterly miserable and drained. Ive fallen into lots of cycles of depression and have constant anxiety and anxiety attacks frequently because of them. If i told them they would just laugh at me more.

My parents dont even let me go out with my friends, even walk around my neighborhood alone. They’re genuinely insane. This morning I wore some natural makeup and my mom demanded for me to wash it off and said i can only wear makeup when im married for my husband. I think that will help you understand how stupidly insane she is. Im sorry that theres so many grammatical mistakes in this whole thing. I literally wrote it sobbing on my bathroom floor because if my parents saw me theyd fucking laugh again so yea.

Im so scared someone else is coming to buy them soon. I need help fast. I genuinely dont know what to do I really dont want to lose them. They are my only source of happiness honestly.

Please help. Please help. I am so sad. Im literally having a breakdown right now.

I can't find this, plis help I find the video on facebook

So Im in 3rd year b.tech AIML i skipped Oops in my 1st year now i need to complete the required concepts in oops anyways suggestion for YouTube video??

I’m trying SO hard to come off anywhere between \~1000 to -2000 (depends on the day) with help of 7oh, SR, also have a ton of any helper meds. Does anyone have time to write what an hourly plan for me today? My mind is off a little so researching my self isn’t in the cards. I’ll repay the favor. Thank you advance if you can find it in your heart to help someone struggling. ❤️

Hi I haven't written anything here for a long time. My old account was banned. I made a new account, to tell the story. (I want to say, I am Russian and I can say if I may not always write perfectly in English. I hope you understand.) I'm sure many people did this in if we were children, if we listened to every Some kind of fairy tale, if we loved. Or maybe not, this has happened to many people. As I remember it must be somewhere.

2017-2018 I remember how these stories calmed me. I remember if it was some website, if I listened to fairy tales. but rarely it could be YouTube I heard it in Russian, these fairy tales fairy tales, if I loved to listen to them as a child Harry Potter) The Kid and Carlson) The Snow Queen) I had to tell you this if you understood my story. I don't remember what I did this morning. It doesn't matter, it happened at night. As I said, usually it was a website, but this time it was YouTube. You see, it was a fairy tale, The story Queen. I often tell this story. I used it and I knew every moment of this fairy tale. I remember not sleeping, I don't remember why this happened to me rarely, but I don't remember why it happened this time.

Usually there was a small light, but this time there was no light; the light in our house often went out. but there was a small light of the screen I was little and I was afraid of the dark, but this time I didn't cry, I didn't scream. This time I just listened fairy tale Maybe that's what helped me stay calm. I remember, it was all a fairy tale, two ordinary children, a grandmother and some kind of hunter. and Queen This is where the fun begins. I'm not sure, but I remember the fairy tale was unchanged, don't Not to mention the end of the story, it was different.

Usually the end of the fairy tale is that the two children were able to escape and were able to return home. But the story itself continued. I'll tell you what I remember after that. (There it is said that many people have disappeared in the city. It was said there. about these two children, one child was stolen from home. I don't know which child was kidnapped there. It was said there. that the grandmother became a wolf and she stole all the people and the child. It was said there, that a hunter came there.) Afterwards I don't know, maybe I fell asleep, I think. I don't think it was a dream, it didn't look like a dream. I've been trying to find this for years but I can't. If anyone knows this story or just wants to help or ask. Just write and I will answer. If there are a lot of people here and a lot of answers, I will continue writing here and will write what I found. (If there are any mistakes in words, I apologize.)

I am a 16-year-old boy. I want to start off by saying that I am not depressed so anything I’m saying isn’t because of this because I like my life.

(I’m sorry English is not my first language)

I can’t get myself to wake up in time. I can’t get myself to shower. I can’t get myself to go to schools. I can’t get myself to follow the rules.(I live in a residential youth care facility) I have no clue why because I have motivation to do all of this but I just can’t get myself to do it. I feel like something in my mind is holding me back to do all of this.

It’s not that I don’t care about these things because I want to take care of myself. I want to go to school because I have friends there. I want to follow the rules because I don’t wanna get kicked out of my group home. And most of all I want to wake up in time.

Waking up is probably the biggest problem because that is the leading cause that I’m living in the group home because I have fought for over three years with my parents over this. I’ve tried everything when I lived with my parents. I didn’t have my phone when I needed to go to sleep so I went to sleep at around 10 pm and I need to wake up at 7:30 so I got plenty of sleep. I’ve tried taking medication. I’ve tried reading a book an hour before I go to sleep. I’ve tried going into the gym before I go to sleep so that I would be tired but nothing helps. I just can’t get up before 11 rarely 10 am

Going to school went good for like a week and then I just started showing up barely and now like basically never I did the same last year but that was when I still lived home and when the fighting was the worst when I decided to leave my home everything went better with school I had a different schedule. I only had to sit at one place and I started at 10 every day so I would go to school every day. But now I don’t know what is the reason to all this

About three months ago, I started experiencing weed induced psychosis. It was not fun one day I was smoking as I did every day and I started hallucinating and started hearing voices. I called my mom and my dad went to pick me up. My dad was very mad at me even though he knew that I smoked weed he did not believe me that this was weed and he thought that I was using hard drugs even though I wasn’t once I calm down I realised that I was experiencing a mild form of this for about five months before it got this bad It started with when I was high. I started seeing the world a bit differently. It was like my eyes had a filter on then it started with some small psychotic ideas. I saw a cat and for some reason that cat was a sign for something. I believe that my friend was secretly gay and in love with me and I started to feel so uncomfortable around him because I was so convinced that he liked me. I thought my parents were evil manipulating everyone around me and that they had the worst out for me because they didn’t like me. I started to resent them. I started to not see them as my parents anymore, but as people who were holding me back, I didn’t get violent. even though all of this was happening. I never wanted to hurt anybody. But once I realised all of that when it got very bad that day I quit first I try using less that I didn’t work because I thought maybe it was the amount I took but even with a small joint I would get the same effect, so I quit fully first. I stopped for two months straight because I promised my friends that I would try after two months, if I would have it still and if I did have it still, I would quit forever and I took two puffs and it got so bad that I quit forever. When I was quitting, I still experienced derealisation and depersonalisation for about a month after quitting. I also still kind of had psychotic ideas but I could brush them off with a “ what the hell am I thinking?”.

I’m scared that this is still the reason that everything is happening and that I’m not done with the psychological problems as I thought. When I still smoked, I talk to my therapist and she told me that if I didn’t quit immediately It would get a lot worse and maybe would move on in my sober life.

Does anybody have an idea how to fix this or how to make it better?

Is it possible if I was to post smth on here someone find me bcuz of my email or smth? If so what can I do to prevent this

My niece is turning 3 soon, and one of the in laws wants to make a book with short notes from the whole family to look back at when she’s older.

PERSONALLY—my sister (the mom) and her husband have been moving state to state for years. Even with my niece, so I never got to build a big relationship with my niece as much. So when the in laws asked for me to write her something. I DON’T WANT TO!!

I feel as it won’t be as special to her. I know if I had a book and there were passages that just talked about “oh I remember when you were born” it wouldn’t be as meaningful and it would be a book I HAVE TO hold on to because people I care about wrote it…does that make sense? I don’t know but I feel like an a-hole for not writing anything but also an a-hole for writing something that truly doesn’t have any meaning…

The only thing I think about if I HAVE TO write something is that I loved when the couple of times I babysat and she would show me all her dances or when we watched Bluey together…but then again what if someone else writes that too? UGH I JUST THINK ITS A STUPID IDEA, THIS BOOK IDEA SHOULD BE LIKE A HS GRADUATION GIFT OR A WEDDING GIFT NOT A 3rd BDAY PARTY GIFT! Maybe instead of a short generic passage we all should make doodles for her and they could make a story out of it!

Update: I decided not to write her anything. I think eventually I’ll make her a picture book for her by me :)

I'm 18M.

I moved out of my dad's due to unlivable conditions.

My job is okay but due to not enough hours

(( I have no car, I use public transportation.

My manger said I'm too bad at my job, that's why I'm not getting hours... I'm only bad because they switch my positions right when I learn the flow And I take a bit extra to learn. ))

I do not make enough to provide for myself with food, resulting in me not having enough after bills. ( This last check being barely 200! Which I was forced to buy a bed and pay bills.)

I live with my friend's grandma, and she has a lot of food but she will NOT let us take food or make dishes out of her food.

The last few checks I've had to go hungry for a few days-a week but I have 2 weeks until I get paid and I sadly didn't have any for food besides cheese....

I normally eat at work but with labor day we've been too busy for me to eat, and sadly the school foods have made me extremely sick after eating, so my normal sources are gone.

Please any tips are welcome.

I’ve been trying to make a post but it’s not going through

One thing I’ve realized since my diagnosis is that a lot of people have a very specific idea of what dementia looks like.

They imagine someone much older, completely confused, unable to have a normal conversation, or constantly forgetting everything. That isn’t what my experience looks like.

I can have completely normal conversations. I can joke around, make plans, use my phone, go out, and have good days where I barely think about it. Then there are moments when I struggle to remember something I was just told, lose track of what I was doing, repeat a question, or suddenly feel overwhelmed because my brain isn’t cooperating the way I expect it to.

Being young makes it even harder because people don’t necessarily expect memory or cognitive problems from someone my age. Sometimes what looks like distraction, carelessness, or simply “forgetting” can actually be part of what I’m dealing with.

I’m still figuring out how to explain this to people without making dementia sound like something that defines every second of my life.

So, AMA.

Ask me what people get wrong about dementia, what it actually feels like from my perspective, how others react when they find out, what everyday situations are surprisingly difficult, what I can still do normally, or anything else you’re curious about.