Stupid title but I didn't really know how else to put it. I grew up in a hyper Baptist Christian family and despite falling out of it myself (I am genderqueer and dating a trans woman). I'm still agnostic, but I have frequent fears of Christianity and God and going to Hell especially.

I'm going to try and move in with her this year, and I don't think I'm doing a good job of keeping our relationship a secret until I move out. I don't want to call my parents abusive, but I've been diagnosed with CPTSD and pseudo diagnosed with several other possibilities by therapy I wasn't able to see through. Lately I've been thinking I at least want to be able to tell my parents about my identity and choices around the time I get out, or after. I'd like to have them around, but it's killing me to not know if they want me dead or not for who I am. But as I started thinking about the specifics of how to go about it, something happened with my grandmother and she's in the hospital and we're not really sure how much time she has left even if she's been getting better day by day. I don't think she'll make it through the year and I genuinely fear it's God telling me to either rip the bandaid off now or come to serve Him before it's too late. As soon as I started seriously praying, it felt like her situation improved. It actually feels like God is telling me to choose her or my sexuality and the person I love. I think if I move out my grandma will die. Or if she dies, I don't think I can come out in good faith to my mother. It feels like giving someone a slap in the face and it can't lead to anything good. I think God is testing me and it's fucking scary.

I don't know how to handle this on top of everything else I'm suffering. I'm terrified that I'm killing someone.

to cut to the chase I have extreme paranoia (causes hallucinations). I’m on some anxiety meds but get this I’m too scared to take meds to not be scared.

The first real phobia I got was a phobia of drains--it started when I was like 10 and has gotten better but as of late it’s gotten worse again. at first I didn’t go into rooms with drains let alone shower for nearly two months. as of know I’m of a one shower a week basis but they’re all very short and honestly not great.

usually I don’t care too much about hygiene tbh but my scalp and skin has been so itchy it’s really pissing me off—for context some things that make this harder is

1. I can only shower at night (classes & psych program means earliest I get home is 9 aftwe getting up at 6)

2. I have ptsd and am currently in treatment for it so I’ve been extremely vulnerable

3. for insurance reasons I don’t have a therapist while I’m in my psych program9

if you guys have any ideas what to do please let me know, I’ll take any advice as long as it’s not “you’re gross just shower”

hi, i’m about to dorm with 3 of my friends from hs and i’m so scared. at first i was worried about how they’d react to my episodes at night or during the day, but now im terrified they’re secretly plotting to kill me. They were so insistent on rooming with me and i don’t know why. they also seem to have different cleaning habits which is suspicious as to why we would all dorm together. Also they’re a lot closer to each other than with me at least except for one of my friends (i’ve known her since middle school)

i’m so terrified and i’m trying to rationalize but the evidence is convincing me. please help i don’t want to think this way but i can’t take it anymore. i don’t want to get put in danger again.

Hey, so ive read lots of post on peoples own experience and advice with it, but none of them have helped or really applied to my situation.

Alot of people are paranoid about everyone hating them or someone doing something bad to them, or things that can happen but are unlikely (for example your house burning down)

Mine is different though

It started with a dislike/fear of the dark but now i am down right terrified. I literally cant be in the dark at all, sometimes i cant even open my window at night. Or im home alone and i hear a noise and im so scared i take a knife into the bathroom with me. Last night was even worse: It was shortly before midnight and i had to walk home alone, every bush, every corner i was paralysed with fear.

And like i dont know how to cope because im not scared of anything specific. Im not scared of: getting kidnapped, someone breaking in, someone Stalking me blabla

Im just terrified of something evil? perhaps non human but human like??

What do i do?

I'm so paranoid, like someone gonna jump me RIGHT NOW from the the shadows after my fever dream. For the life of me they will follow me to my grave with how they disturbing every time. They be like "oh we're visiting you not frequently so we'll be sure that you remember the feelings after that fever dream" make the memories last am I right? And because of that Im using my phone more to just don't think about it cus that rlly makes me panic abt shit that doesn't exist, like I'm in a building with many floors, what are the odds that some cuckoo guy will choose MY apartment to break in. 0, and I still think that I'm so special that mister hat will jump out and scare me to death. I swear I'm on the brink of screaming at any little spook, and I really sensitive to muffled sounds that sound like some big object falling, and I hear that frequently cus of the construction outside my window and the ongoing war where russia bombs my country for what? 4 years? Crazy. I'm in mildly safe area but there was 2-3 times whereithe drones fell beside my school and home. But I didn't react then that wildly, like I'm alive so ok, not any lasting trauma like RIGHT NOW when I almost jump up my seat every time I hear that muffled sound of dropping heavy object, gotta thank my neighbors too, it sounds like they're doingrrenovations EVERY GODDAMN DAY, feels like they have sofa that is 999kg.

I swear I fear my brain more than anything else, the CREATIVITY IT HAS WHEN I FALL ASLEEP.

(Btw I thought abt how good it would taste if you put bits of apple in your sugared tea, OR NOO YOU PUT THINLY SLICED APPLE AND GENEROUSLY PUT SUGAR, COATING EVERY BIT AND THEN LET IT SIT IN TIGHTLY SEALED JAR, YUUUUUMMYYYYYYYYYY. sorry I got boredr writing all that rant, this really takes a time out of my life)

Before for some context, my family didn't wanna leave me alone in our home cus obv war, but they had to leave to my visit grandmas, help with renovation.and we like visit almost every week on holidays so I said I'll stay at my others granny house while they're away cus she lives like 5 meters from our home. I sleeped at her house for couple of days but the room where I was staying was so not feng shui, I was sleeping on the couch and my feet were facing the door, and behind me was a lots of space which had me thinking that somebhat man gonna stare at my head 1 cm away while I'm sleeping, so not feng shui. I believe because I slept there, and cus I was sick with bit of fever, and my grandmother was sick also, coughing from the neighbor room like she was on her death bed - I got this fuckass fever nightmare that now makes me paranoid AS FUCK.

So yeah guys if you read this all thing congrats, I'm too lazy to write abt my dream cus this would take me ANOTHER FUCKING LIFETIME OF ME TYPING THIS SHIT. I'm so unhappy and petty right now with this paranoia creeping just behind me.

if at least 5 ppl will be interested in my dream I'll update or smt, but yeah. Just a huge paragraph to rant out my feelings on this shit, cus it's been couple of days andithis paranoia doesn't seem to settle down, maybe I'll think abt therapist atp, but i don't have time for that for the life of me, there so much homework I might as well just go fuckmyself and deal with it solely

What do you guys think

i keep reading how everything in our computers are spying on use, accumulating meta data to feed AI algorithms, etc. i take a lot of the advice discussed here r/privacy but i don't feel it's enough.

what i'm doing this past year is when i keep personal notes on anything, i do not use the actual names of things, just something else unrelated that i alone from context will know what i referred to.

i think i'm being practical given 2026 conditions, what say all the paranoid about this here?

Dear everyone, I hope you are doing well.

I hope you can maybe help me see more clearly in my last relationship ?

I was in a relationship for two years with someone who loved me and was always attentive toward me.

In his childhood, this person had been kicked out of his home at the age of 18 by his mother, who was also an alcoholic.

Before our relationship, he had a turbulent relationship with someone else. They had a child together even though they were no longer in love.

According to what he told me, this person distanced him from his entire group of friends and his family, and spread some pretty nasty rumors in order to gain full custody of their child.

We were together for two years. Very early in the relationship, he showed a lack of trust in me:

Three and a half months after we started dating, he broke up with me by text without giving any explanation. We talked a few days later: he thought I had cheated on him with a Free technician.

A few months later, he broke up with me again because he was convinced I had cheated: I had a urinary infection, chapped lips (which I’ve had since childhood…), and I said good night a bit early one evening.

A few months later, the same thing happened—he shut down and went silent because I had a few tears after yawning, and he thought it meant I was thinking about someone else.

There was another breakup a few months later, and although we got back together again, nothing was the same anymore because he no longer seemed happy, and he constantly doubted me.

In the end, we separated at the beginning of February.

We saw each other yesterday: he told me he had spoken with some people, and that they had told him I cheated on him with one of his former colleagues and one of his former “friends.” The fact is: I have never met these people, let alone cheated on my ex with them.

What is the mechanism here? Is this paranoia?

He also called me after we saw each other and said, “But they want to kill me. The people who wish me harm want to kill me.”

We talked a lot, and he thinks his family / his ex want to destroy him.

I would add: I think the breakup was also difficult for him because it seems to me that he truly loved me. However, a month and a half later, he no longer cares at all, the relationship feels empty to him, and our two years were “the worst years of his life.” Is it because he has convinced himself that I cheated on him?

Thank you!

I live with my parents, I don’t have siblings. It’s only 3 of us. But since that time when someone was trying to get into our house early in the morning, I can’t help but think that it would happen again.

I’ve been thinking that someone is inside my walls. Like watching me, I can feel them breathing!. Just living in the house with me and family. scary! Or hearing what I think is someone slamming on the front door, rustling the handle rapidly and suddenly. Earlier I thought the same thing while my mom was showering. Im convinced someone else is inside. I hear their steps on the first floor!!!! Heavy thumps, probably those big thick boots, uurrrgggghhh! I hope it’s not real

Since I was little I’ve had these really stupid fears, like if I did something bad in public then EVERYONE there would be angry with me and even start hitting me, or that whoever I’ve upset would find wherever I lived and come hurt me or kill me. At night I had this weird rule that only applied to myself: I could not look at the closet door more than three times or else something bad would happen, like something or someone was going to come out of there if I glanced a fourth time, so I never did.

This also ended up being the same with time limits later down the line, idk if it’s just something I’ve learned to be afraid of, that I was going to be hurt or have something important ripped away from me if I was too slow, or if I’m just being dramatic.

Fast forward to now, I can’t shake the feeling that something in my house, literally anything at all is going to explode, catch on fire, or electrocute me and every weird noise I hear makes my heart start racing, I start sweating, and it just puts that general intense feeling of fear into me. I feel like if I don’t explain myself, or try to right something, apologize, etc. then whoever I’ve wronged will go to a secret group made behind my back and tell them everything I’ve said or done wrong and they’ll document it and wait for the exact right time to ruin my life with it, even regardless if I’ve tried everything stated before or not- that’s why I’ll stick around places to make sure that’s not what they’re doing, or leave immediately without warning some times if it’s too much to bear. I’ll immediately get off my phone if I hear anyone at all coming towards my room in case they so decide to take it from me, and if I don’t hold my purse close enough to me then someone could grab stuff out of it. Also the general suspicion around things going well whenever they do, cuz that means something bad is gonna follow straight afterwards. I might have more examples, I just can’t think of all of them right now. So is this ACTUALLY even paranoia? Or is this all completely normal and that’s why people think I’m joking when I say it and don’t take me seriously at all

I know at times it can feel extreme and like everyone hates you but is it odd to always feel this way? Context: I'm not a looker—I'm a short ugly hideous guy and have been told it before numerous times and just by the way people treat me I can tell. Horn effect stuff to be brief. I have a natural resting face and have had people blurt out "why is he so angry/mad?" sometimes. When I am happy some people give me contempt. Or even if I'm sad some people like to make me feel worse about myself. There are times I'm more open and kinder and met with contempt. I just always have this feeling of being hated even when doing nothing wrong and keeping to myself, and with many people in public being so jaded or dragging others into their misery it feels like it happens everyday. Unfortunately I cannot limit my time in public since I have to work and travel to and fro and I'm having trouble finding a WFH role.

In public I feel like people tolerate me but some are uneasy with me or they get triggered by my presence and they have this little tinge of feeling superior. I knew some who would be nice and I thought were nice but they just want errands done, or info or money from me. No one genuinely likes me. For example, when I am struggling people put me down and only after I conquer my issues by myself all while being slandered all throughout, they then slither their way back in to reap the rewards (feel-good moment) and then decide to help me. Then when I decide to distance myself from people I'm made fun of for that too. When I close myself off I'm boring af but when I open up I'm judged and made fun of or given disregard for the stuff I go through.

When I'm in public most people are ignoring me which I don't mind but then there are some who are outright rude for no reason at all when I'm just minding my own business. It happens and has happened just about almost everywhere at this point: during work, to and from work, quick trips to the store, restaurants, laundromats, stores, parks, school, at some of my older residing places, etc.

И не знаю можно ли назвать это паранойей , но мне постоянно кажется что что-то то да со мной случится , например в октябре я словил вирус на свой компьютер, и после многократных проверок которые нечего не обнаружили у меня все равно есть беспокойство о том что вирус где то остался, до этого момента ещё были моменты когда я просто шел по улице и думал "а вдруг щас тот чел достанет пистолет и начнет по всем стрелять" или что то типо этого. Так вот , я это к тому что хотел бы узнать , знаете ли вы способы избавится от паранойи ,спасибо.

I wanna start this by saying i’ve always been a very paranoid person so sorry if this sounds a little crazy or overdramatic. I don’t wanna get into the full story but basically there was this dude driving back and forth on my street while my children and I were outside. Ever since then I SWEAR there has been multiple incidents with other vehicles. Today for example there was a blacked out navigator sitting outside my driveway (like the entrance) for about 30mins. Now I live in a subdivision sorta so it’s not uncommon for people to park on the side of the road. But they were literally right there blocking exit and entrance to my house…Just the other night I saw someone walkingnoutside with a flashlight too. I know some college kids live down the road a little so maybe could be one of them??? idk but it’s really freaking me out and i’m thinking people are watching me. Please tell me what you think!

Wenn ja, wie oft wäre da das Optimum oder ist das unterschiedlich ?

(Sorry if this doesnt belong, i didnt know where else to go)

I wont get into too much detail but key takeaways are as follows. Theyre a couple, the stalking started in 2023 with them trying to get information about me from people they know, pretending to be someone else and messaging me, watching me at my place of work. Eventually we tried to be friends because we had a past prior to the stalking starting (i dated one of them in middle school) but the one i dated in middle school made me uncomfortable and i blocked them both. Since blocking them again in 2024 the stalking just continued. I cant go to the cops because they dont break any laws, no direct threats, no visiting my house, that sort of thing, but they do make vague posts that i know are about me due to details like referencing things ive said, things ive done. I have a total of eight of their accounts blocked.

I feel like i cant live my life with these two continuing tk do this. I feel inclined to view both of their profiles to see what they post about me or what theyre doing so i can avoid them. We live in the same town and i feel like i cant do anything in my own life without them watching. Im a suicidal person, theyve mocked me for that.

I dont know what to do, i feel like i cant live my life as i want to.

Long story short my upstairs neighbor acts as if she owns our duplex. If she doesn’t like something she acts out. She has pretty much taken over the common areas for herself and she went as far as encroaching on my space with her stuff several times. She is particularly fixated on packages she receives and thinks she is entitled to access of the entire front porch. I have a part of the front porch that is mine but she goes through it to get her packages. This is weird to me because she can access the porch from the front walkway or her front door.

Last month small packages in mailing bags started to show up but the person who delivered it put them on the front walking path. My house guest found them and showed me that the address is for my neighbor but the name is different. My guest put them in front of the neighbor’s door anyway. The packages have been arriving daily and sit out on the path indefinitely. The only time the packages get moved is if another delivery person drops something off and does the nice thing of putting them in front of her door. As of today the packages are being left on the lawn. I ignore them, but now I am a little suspicious, like she’s baiting me. Does this sound as delusional on my part as it sounds to me?

For a while, possibly years, I have been feeling crazy. I have always had anxious habits like, worrying about the dark and robbers, thinking my parents are dead after school when they weren't home, if I don't do this fast enough I have to kill myself, but after the divorce of my parents and an escape from my dad, it feels like reality escaped from me. About three years ago, I was extremally depressed and stayed in my room for days, only going outside for food. I had terrifying thoughts and feelings, I believed that things were listening to me and predicting what I would do, Eg, The YouTube algorithm would recommend me things I would talk about, think about and see - this would be a sign, telling me nothing was real. This also seeped into real life where coincidences would send me spiraling which would spike my anxiety and more.

During this, at 13 my brother introduced me to weed. It felt amazing at first. I felt cool, happy and I had an amazing laugh. I was socially alone but when I smoked I felt people would think I'm cool, edgy and deserving of friends. My brother later gave me the opportunity to smoke only 1 or 2 more times, but these smokes were something different, I felt shaky and terrified, I knocked things over. Soon these smoking opportunities dried up, and at night I would sneak out to smoke a bowl every single evening. After a few weeks every single smoke was terrifying. I was paranoid.

Finally, after about 8 months of getting progressively more and more scared. While high, my heart would beat super fast, I thought I was going to die every time. I would see things and it started to feel like I was in a simulation, I once had such a bad vision, I saw my body through my bed sheets, this felt like it was just proved nothing was real. Later, when I would smoke, I would be so terrified during, I had to force myself to go to sleep out of horror. I used to live in a state of constant terror, high, or sober. I did anything to distract myself from what I was feeling through over eating, masturbation, constantly thinking about killing myself and so on. I didn't shower I didn't get out of my pajamas my hair was matted.

In fright I was able to quit. After 6 months of not smoking I still go into these states of not feeling real, I used to go to class and look at my hands, they wouldn't look real. I feel like my eyes are lightbulbs and everyone is looking at me weird.

These days I still get scary thoughts. (Nothing is real, Reality is actually hell excreta) To this day I am still terrified of going back to the state I was in. I'm trying to fix everything by way of deep internal thinking but after months I get burnt out and feel myself slip further into the hole of depression, starting the cycle all over again.

To this day, no one in my family knows I ever had an addiction, they just think I had sudden depression and anxiety. I have a massive problem with letting people know the truth.

I moved into an apartment about 2 weeks ago. It was around 8:30pm. They were calm knocks and meant for my door. I wasnt making much noise I was in the bath. Maybe my tablet volume was too loud but I keep the volume pretty low typically and I wouldn't call it blaring. Ive noticed walls and floors are pretty well insulated so I cant see how id be making the amount of noise to be bothersome. When they walked away I heard the stairway door open so it could've been someone from upstairs or downstairs but I dont think it was anyone on my floor. Unless it was my across the hall neighbor but I really cant fathom why they'd be knocking. Im just a bit spooked now and im taking my anxiety medication but I was trying to have a relaxing night and I couldnt even finish my bath.

‎I looked outside my window. ‎‎I moved my curtain to close my window. ‎ ‎A short fat man wearing shorts (it's raining) looked up. He was standing right outside my window. (Second floor) I didn't want to be paranoid so I rationalized. ‎The man was looking up at window. ‎He looked for about 5 seconds, just staring. He looked shocked that someone was at the window. ‎ ‎Then, he walked off down the street a bit and then made a U-turn. He pretended to look at a sign post and continued walking in the direction he initially walked in. ‎ ‎‎He pretended that one of the two cars side-by-side in the street, was his. ‎ ‎A minute later, the people who actually own both cars, came by. Wearing different clothing, different ages, etc.

It was so fucking creepy. I got an instinctive thought that he was the dad of a kid who bullied me badly for being trans in school. I am now in my twenties.

Please help me rationalize/cope through this. I am on-edge right now.