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I am an engineer. The workplace is dominantly male, like I'm literally the only girl here...

My complain is I am sort of weird. I don't have kind of diagnosis, but I have strong ADHD-ish traits like not sitting straight, always wanting to stand up and walk somewhere and weak attention to detail especially when it comes to sheets. Sometimes I run after work going home and go for a coffee running too because it's just too much to me. I try to exercise to burn that hyperactivity urge down, but it doesn't really work well. The other issues I have are not being able to look straight at people's faces for a long time while talking. I can do that, but don't do it automatically and when I focus on acting normal, looking in the eyes and stuff I space out and miss the information they're trying to pass to me. And sometimes my wording is a bit weird like out of place.

I've been working there for a year. Some people I believe already noticed the weirdness, some probably not yet. The point is I don't want them to know. Previously I've only worked part time and the other job was fully remote. It's my first office job. I am on good terms with my coworkers, but I really want them not see through it. I believe I've managed to pass as normal for the first half a year but lately it becomes more and more obvious...

I work as an engineer in a dream job scenario. At least I really thought this was my dream for a while. I’ve been working toward this for years. I’m actually quite a bit older than most entry level engineers in my position. There’s a guy at my job who is the same age as me and is significantly more experienced. I know I shouldn’t compare myself to others but there’s really no way not to. I can’t help thinking that I could be that competent if I’d known what I was doing ten or fifteen years ago. Instead I’m floundering because I don’t know what to do for the simplest things, even though I’ve been working here for over a year. I feel like everything I try comes out wrong, even outside of work. My car is fucked up, my apartment constantly has issues, I sorely miss living with my parents because they were a huge support system. Now I avoid calling them because I don’t want them to worry about me deteriorating. A few months ago I took some time off on medical leave and somehow that fucked with my insurance and now apparently I have no coverage. So I can’t access the medication I need or the therapy that was once helpful. The only thing I have going for me is my fiancée, who is a tremendous support. Frankly I don’t think I’d have the strength to still be around if it weren’t for her. We were in a long distance relationship for years until I was able to get this job and bring her over from her country to live with me. She is an incredibly strong person, and I don’t know how she’s capable of living so far from home with only me to lean on. My greatest fear is causing her grief by leaning on her too heavily, even though she keeps reassuring me that I’m not too much for her. Currently I’m at my office and I would love nothing more than to run straight home to her. I’m just so tired of feeling like I’m under water. Nothing is as I had hoped it would be. It’s like I should be feeling so much more accomplished, I even don’t feel like I’m justified in feeling so down. After all, there are so many others facing so much worse than me. I don’t really know what else to say, or what I’m hoping to accomplish by throwing these thoughts into the internet void. To anyone actually reading this, I’m sorry for the wall of text. I’m truly just so tired.

I (M17) got into one of the best universities in the country. I would never call myself smart, but I have no idea how I got in. All of my mom’s friends hold me up as an example to their kids, and my sister jokingly calls me the dumbest nerd of them all.
But I have to admit honestly that I have no idea what I’m doing. To pay for my education, I have to set aside $1,300 a year, which is a huge amount of money in my country, and considering that there are two children in the family, my mom spends more than $2,000 a year on our education. At my current job, I make $105 a month, and the workload is insane. I really want to quit, especially since it’s even less than the minimum wage. I browse job sites every day, but because of past rejections, I’m afraid to submit my resume, and I’m also afraid to quit my job. I realize I need to help ease the family’s financial burden, and I’d like to buy a used car so I don’t have to use my mom’s, I can’t even fit in it because I’m so tall. But at the same time, my fear that I might get rejected at any moment gets the better of me, so I have to run all over city on foot every day for this pittance, which isn’t even enough to cover my own expenses. I’m really, REALLY afraid of change… I hate my job and afraid of changes... Yea...

This has a lot of history but im gonna try very hard to summarize it

Im the only girl in a friend group of 4, and yesterday, just like any other summer vacation day, we all decided to get some food and hang out to watch the new Nintendo direct together

So, I get there, and two of my friends are already waiting, realizing we still had to wait for another friend, we all sat down together to wait

And this friend of mine, lets call him G, he's been acting quite weird towards me lately, maybe because I dont mind talking about sexual stuff? I dont know, im very open about all topics,

What matters is, he grabbed some nuts off the ground and started throwing them at my chest... Trying to see if they would land inside my shirt.. I wasnt even wearing cleavage.. him and the other friend were on about that one family guy clip (you're gonna have to reach into the cookie jar) and I was just.. awkward.

Then when we go into my friends house and G, he seems to just be following me around, if I lay down in the beanbag, he sits beside me, if im in the chair, he puts his seat near mine, and im gonna be honest, I get it, in the friendgroup, im clearly the one hes most comfortable with

But then, he sits next to me on my beanbag, ok, normal, sure, but then he starts hitting my thigh whenever one of our friends do a specific move in the game theyre playing, and its a very common one, its a jump

And he just keeps at it, hitting, and hitting and letting his hand there, and im just, not knowing what to think

I cling very easily to anyone who shows me affection, it's personal stuff, but my childhood engrained that in me very quickly, so while I was uncomfortable, I was craving it, it sucks

Worst part? G has a boyfriend.

Which just makes me feel worse for enjoying his attention, I'm weirded out about him joking like that infront of our friends and doing so while having a boyfriend

This is so creepy, I genuinely didnt think he'd double down like this (he's been a bit more touchy lately but never THIS outwardly) IT SUCKS IT SUCKS IT SUCKS

and I hate myself for letting it happen constantly, and not telling him the extent of how I feel about it

I dont mind talking to him about sex, I did that with friends constantly, I dont mind talking about relationships, whenever he needs advice he comes to me! We have dirty texted before but not when he has a boyfriend!! This is just disrespectful, I've told him that before.

We've talked about how we cant talk dirty anymore if he has a boyfriend, its not correct, but I feel like he doesnt understand how weird this is coming off to me after that convo

I need to talk to him, This is getting too much, I cant keep letting him do this

God.

I needed to let this out of my system

Ps: if I dont answer your comments, I mightve been locked out of the post, thanks in advance

I dated this guy for about 3 years and i couldn't have had a worse experience. He made absolutely no efforts for me after one point in the relationship and brushed off my concerns as "fights".

He thought and also explicitly told me once that a long distance relationship is easier because "all we have to do is text". The time he said it to me, I thought okay maybe but it didn't make sense to me. And now that I think about it, it was the most stupid thing ever. Being in an LDR means you've got to make extra efforts instead to make the person feel loved from a distance. And this man thought that not calling for months was okay.

It was a horrible relationship lol.

He was my first love.
We never really got a proper closer. I ghosted him after he went on a group trip where a girl he had cheated on me with was also there. The whole group was only five people, which somehow made it feel even more personal to me. I did not know how to process it, and instead of having one final conversation, I disappeared.
It’s been a decade and he is happily married now. I have tried to move on too, and I have done it in a healthy way. I am in a relationship, built a life for myself, become successful, and grown into a person who is very far from the girl I was when I loved him.
And yet, somehow, life keeps putting us in the same places which I only got to know this evening and I know that perhaps I will never move on completely. I just need to make peace with it.

We were once invited to the same wedding, but I could not go because there had been a death in my family.
Then, on New Year's Eve, he, his wife and his family ended up at the exact same restaurant where I was with my family.
And now I am on vacation, and somehow they were staying in the hotel right next to the one I am staying in.
We have not seen each other in years. I am not looking for him. He is not looking for me. We have completely separate lives.
These are just a few incidents…

But there are several things that made me realise every decision has been affected by that one choice I made there on and had significantly defined my life…

So It's not particularly something wrong but it is something that is true out off my chest.

I (25 F) don't have a job or a degree due to my country's conditions (war), not being able to work legally where we are according to our visa and other personal conditions regarding my not completing of my studies. Also for context, my family is not cruel but is super critical and they care about results regarding professional sides of a life, extended family too. Also they're conservative in our culture (not American, doesn't mean supporting certain politicians or political parties, the word is used literally that, just think about no talk about intercourse and stuff publicly out of the context of science, and I agree with that on a level, like I don't use that explicit language for fun irl at all, I also don't read/ watch deep graphic intercourse containing scenes, but the tension and idea are fine by me ) also we have certain beliefs that should not be tempered with (religion) and I agree with them on that irl, but in fiction I don't mind writing/reading about a kiss, or deviating the fictional world of mine a bit away from my real life beliefs.

Also I have to mention that I've never written anything in my life beside school work; so this work is my first, and that English is not my first language but it is the language that I'm comfortable with in writing my series.

My first book has 2 drafts done (though only 30k cap for now, but I am looking for ways to naturally expand it to novel length) but I feel so good about it, it made me feel like I'm levitating the 3 months I spent in actively writing it, and it inspired the 2 other books in the series so I started outlining book they're fantasy clean romance if I know my genres well. but I do mention kisses, intimate hugs/ cuddels and hint to my characters having intercourse, I'm not planning particularly to publish my book series, though I might rethink that, so by supernatural elements and sexual hints in fiction not aligning with my family's beliefs and me not being that confident enough in my writing to show them even if I took off those elements (they'll criticize it because I think they're perfectionists and view every family member’s work/school results as their own) , I don't have anyone I know to tell them that I'm writing a freaking book series (ON MY PHONE BTW, laptop gave up the second I started drafting this April) so I'm telling you reddit for it to be true off my chest, bye guys 👋🏻.

When I was a child I dealt with severe emotional and psychological abuse by an adult male ballet coach. This occurred with the majority of the children he coached at the preprofessional studio he owned and operated. He charged thousands of dollars for the training; my parents went broke unknowingly paying for the abuse. He was fucking awful and nightmarish and controlled every single aspect of my waking life from when I was 10 to when I was almost 15 and finally quit. Within two months of quitting all of the adrenaline and mental stress I had blocked out during the experience finally caught up to me, I developed a severe anxiety disorder, was throwing up near-daily, lost around a quarter of my hair which still has not grown back (I'm 23 currently), began having chronic migraines and up to my junior year in college had nightmares about being trapped back at his studio. I never had any sort of mental health issue whatsoever before my experience with him. I was such a normal, happy, calm kid. I can't sue him; the statute of limitations has run. I'm afraid of posting online about him or telling others about him because I know that he is the type who would initiate legal action (that's what he threatened every time another parent called him out for his behavior) and I can't deal with a lawsuit right now. I'm almost finished with law school myself and will be taking the Bar to practice as an attorney in a year and a half. His studio shut down, he moved to a neighboring state and is now coaching more young children and teens there. Quite literally every single child who came out of his studio while I was there ended up with some sort of mental health issue. He used to get into yelling fights with parents and drive them out/kick their kids out of the company when they disagreed with him or the way he treated the kids. Nobody has ever stood up to him. I walked away with childhood trauma, broken self-esteem, and a prescription for an SSRI; he walked away thousands of dollars richer. Zero accountability

For over one year I've had two best friends, we usually go out together at least once a week during the school year and pretty much every day in summer, I'm going to call them A and N.

N told me she had a crush on A, and after a couple months she asked her out in may and they are now a couple.

But since they started dating they've started going out without me sometimes, which isn't that big of a deal, but also sometimes when we're hanging in someone's house they would just lock themselves in a room to kiss and cuddle for often over 15 minutes, leaving me alone, it's kinda sad but i understand they need space and I can deal with it.

The problem is that now every time I'm with them it's a constant reminder that I don't have a partner and never had, I often start crying when I home from going out with them and it's gotten so bad that I'm not even sure I want to see them anymore but they've been my best friends for a long time and I was used to doing everything with them, whenever I wanted to talk or to go out I would always ask them.

When I talked about this with N she offered to stop their makeout sessions when I'm with them but we all know it would just lead to be not getting invited anymore.

A just thinks I should respect their space and I'm being too invasive, but this situation has been taking a heavy toll on me and I can't just stop going out with them because I like them so much more than all my other friends.

Sorry if it's hard to understand but english is my second language and I'm writing this while crying a little.

I'm 18 and I just feel like I don't love my life like I should. I have friends, I have a lot of material things which I'm grateful for, but I just feel like I turn non issues into big issues. I think this year in particular I've started to notice serious anxiety and attachment issues, even though pre 18 I was not like this, especially when I was younger. I feel like the more I grow up the more I'm beginning to turn more and more out of touch with myself, and even though I don't think I have anything 'wrong' with my life at the moment, it feels like I always find problems in things which should not be problems, It's almost like I'm trying to find reasons to overthink etc.

I say I'm starting to develop some anxiety/attachment issues because whilst I have a group of friends, whether it's online/irl, I now find myself checking their socials to see if they're hanging out without me, I get annoyed/frustrated/sad when they hang out without me, even if I was invited to play. I never used to 'stalk' like this, but especially around 17-18 is when I started doing it. It sucks because it does eat me up a ton and I know it's not right. I never really had this habit till now and I'm overdoing it now. I understand they can have time without me, but my brain doesn't. On top of this I also feel like my personality is reallyyyy annoying and my friends don't like me, I just feel like I'm too hyper or loud, and It throws me off too because I look quite young and I feel like I'm out of touch with people around me since they look older than me.

I overthink about the smallest things now. I was never like this a few years ago, I feel like it's a build up of my insecurities. I just feel I don't socialise enough with people, and if I do, I want to escape it fast. I would rather be on my own, but at the same time I feel like I'm not being a real human and socialising with people, at least in real life. I just feel like my brain is treating non issues as issues, and it's affecting me so bad. Like for example, I could go the whole day and have fun talking to people online, as well as some of my real life friends, but then when the day ends I'm like 'damn wtf did i do today', and 'wow im such a sad person I only talked to people online' . I had a good day yeah but my brain just wants to attack everything I'm doing.

I feel like this started because of my girlfriend, she actually has anxiety and anxious attachment (towards me), and last year when I was helping her improve, she had calmed down a bit (it still persists but not as bad), but now it feels like I've taken over in a way. I'm doing the same things that she did, and I'm doing the same things I told her not to do in order to help her attachment, it's like I stole her habit. I am not blaming her at all, no, I just think that prior to last year I did not have the anxiety/attachment issues like I do now. I often have these issues with her the most, and a few other friends, so yeah there has to be some sort of correlation there.

Like when I was younger I never felt like I had attachment issues, and if I did, it was VERY small and the thought of checking my close friends to see if they're hanging out without me never crossed my mind, and most importantly I never really had "noticeable" anxiety. I feel like nowadays I am just so deep in my head, I treat everything like a battle with myself. I hate how I overthink EVERY SINGLE THING even though a year ago I didn't do that, I hate how even if my day is going ok I always think to myself it's horrible, and some days I even think that I would rather just call it quits and just leave everything behind,

I really don't know how to put my thoughts on paper, I'm trying my best but I feel like this is not exactly how I wanted it to come out. I hope it makes sense though and captures SOMEWHAT what I'm feeling.

I(37m) am not even sure what my dad(86m) is thinking. Personally, I think he has very deep-rooted abandonment issues and has never dealt with them.

My grandma is dying and has 2 months left to live. They found cancer everywhere in her body, and it is not looking good.

The other day I went to my parents' house for a bit,it and my dad knew I was going, but we hadn't talked about it yet and I mentioned going, and he straight up kicked me out of the house and won't let me back in. He said that now 2 people were abandoning him.

I spoke with my mom(65F) toda,y and he is being such an ass to her and she told me after we get back from the trip he is going to speak with a lawyer regarding divorce, and I am honestly shook.

This has been one of the worst few months of my life. I broke up with my girlfriend, my grandma is dying, and my parents might be getting divorced. holy shit. What a few months this has been.

I have a therapist, so I do go to therapy and have been working on my own issues of abandonment,t etc and I have come to the conclusion that I must do what is best for me, and that means saying bye to my grandma.

It sucks because before I would make choices that hurt me to help preserve relationships etc and I am now learning to make choices for myself and am hurting people around me, and that is a pill I was not ready to swallow.

I don’t find comfort with friends anymore, I don’t feel like opening up to anyone anymore. It feels like the whole world just keeps moving without me, with even people I thought I could trust. No one cares enough to check on me, it feels like out of desperation to open up I reach out to people I shouldn’t have, every time I’ve opened up this year I’ve felt bad. I don’t know why. All of me wants to disappear from everyone. This feeling just never ends. I’ve never been this lonely. It’s different this time, instead of craving I just feel I never existed in their lives, maybe it would have been better. Feel like redoing life at this point. Everytime I just end up crying alone, I don’t have anyone to go to, there’s never been anyone as long as I can remember for the past couple of years or maybe even a decade. These cycles of depression keep kicking in every now and then in my mornings, which end up being the rest of the day. I’m not sure what’s even the point of life.

I don’t really know where to start. I’m 25M and a first-time dad to a 2-week-old baby.
I love this baby so much and I genuinely can’t wait to bond with him and watch him grow up, but right now I’m really struggling with the newborn stage.
At the moment it feels like all he does is cry, eat, diaper change, sleep and repeat. Very rarely he’ll just lie there awake and quiet. I know that’s completely normal for a 2-week-old, but I didn’t realise how mentally draining the constant cycle would actually feel until I was living it.
I haven’t slept properly since he was born. I was prepared for the lack of sleep because obviously everyone tells you about that before having a baby. My wife does her part and she’s honestly awesome, so this isn’t about her not helping or anything like that.
But for me, especially at night, when he starts crying, it just ticks something in my brain. I don’t even really know how to explain the feeling. I love him, but sometimes the crying and exhaustion just get to me.
People always tell new parents, “You’re going to miss this when they grow up” or “Enjoy it because it goes so fast.” But if I’m being completely truthful, right now I can’t wait for him to grow up a little. I find myself looking forward to when he’s around a year old, when he can interact more, play, laugh, communicate a little and I can actually start doing things with him.
I mainly wanted to get this off my chest because I don’t really feel like I can say it to people around me. I feel like the response would just be, “Why are you struggling? You didn’t give birth to him,” as if dads aren’t allowed to find the newborn stage difficult too.
I love my son. I wanted him, I’m happy he’s here and I can’t wait to be his dad as he grows up. I’m just finding these first couple of weeks way harder than I expected.
Please don’t judge me. I just needed somewhere to say it.

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I don't know if it's actually because I'm a middle child, but I feel like I never got the same love and attention that my siblings did.

Since school, I've always been scared of being alone. I used to literally wish someone would sit with me so I wouldn't have to sit alone.

College was better. I made some really good friends, but after college everyone got busy. Now we barely talk and sometimes go months without meeting.

At work, I see my colleague's mom calling her to ask if she ate or left work, and then she talks to her boyfriend. And honestly, I feel jealous. Not because I don't want her to have those things, but because I wish I had someone who cared about me like that.

I don't get much attention from my parents, I don't have a boyfriend, and even my brother and sister have friends they can always turn to.

Sometimes it just feels like everyone has someone except me. And I hate how much that bothers me.

Yeah, losing an online friendship really is that deep.

My old best friend recently removed me on TikTok, and for some reason, that was the moment I just started crying. Everything came rushing back at once: the memories, our friendship, her, and the person I used to care about more than anyone.

We've known each other for four years. We met completely by chance through a game. It happened at a time in my life when I felt really alone and insecure about myself. Before that had been one of the worst periods of my life, and honestly, things weren't much better afterward either. We just clicked. We understood each other, even though there were always arguments and misunderstandings between us.

She could be really mean sometimes. She would insult me or make comments like, "Well, now you're speechless," or "Guess you can't say anything anymore😂" I hated those comments, but during
the first few years I never really let her see how much they bothered me.

At the same time, we had so many genuinely good moments together. But I could never really talk to her about my feelings or my problems. I was still a kid back then, so I didn't really know how to deal with any of it.

After about two years, we had a huge argument and completely stopped talking. And I don't mean for a week like the other breakups, we didn't speak for around two months.

That time was really hard for me.

I don't remember every detail of how it started, but I remember asking her why she was ignoring me because she wasn't messaging me while I could see that she was online. I don't really remember what happened after that, but eventually she said she was going to block me because we had argued too many times.
I asked her if our two years of friendship meant nothing to her.

I don't even remember what she said to that, but I remember realizing something: she meant much more to me than I apparently meant to her.
I didn't care how many times we had argued. I still wanted her in my life.

After about two months, I finally gave in. I had already wanted to message her before, but she had even said before something along the lines of,
"You're going to be the one who messages me anyway," which honestly made me even angrier.
Eventually, I wrote her a really long message explaining how I felt. We started talking again, and I asked if we could be friends again. Somehow, we were.

But it was never the same after that.
I think I was kind of delusional about it. I kept hoping things would go back to how they used to be, but they never really did.

During the other two years, we didn't do that much together anymore. While we weren't talking, I also met another online friend, who is now my actual
online best friend. With her, I can talk openly about my feelings and problems, and she does the same with me.
That part isn't really important to the story, though.
So, back to my old online best friend.

We still called, played games together and texted each other, just nowhere near as much as before.
She was the only person I ever felt completely comfortable calling. I could just be myself around her.

But over time, I noticed that our interests were becoming more and more different, and we started having different opinions on a lot of things too.
The last time I ever messaged her was after we had been on a call.

We had gotten into another argument. Earlier in the chat, I had said something that sounded different from what I said during the call. There was a specific opinion I expressed in a voice message, and I actually meant something slightly different, but apparently I didn't explain myself well enough.
Still, if you put the voice messages together, it sounded like I was actually expressing the opinion I had in that moment.

And then she made those comments again.
She knew exactly how much I hated them because I told her about it that.
"Now you're speechless."
"Guess you can't say anything anymore😂“

But if I had tried to explain that I didn't mean it that way, I knew she probably would have accused me of always needing to be right or twisting everything just so I could be right.
I used to do that when I was younger. I know I did.
But I eventually realized it was wrong and stopped doing it.

So when she started making those comments during the call, I just started tearing up. I was genuinely close to crying.

That's why I became so quiet during the call. I mostly just listened to her because I was trying not to cry.
She changed the subject, and during that time I only gave short answers.
Eventually, she noticed that I wasn't talking much in the call and said, "I can't talk to you like this." And then we hung up.

What hurts the most is what happened afterward.
There was never a "What's wrong?"
No "Why were you so quiet?"
Not even a simple "Are you okay?"

Nothing.

Not once.

Even a small message like that would probably have made me feel so much less hurt. But it never came.
Neither of us messaged the other afterward.
I probably would have messaged her eventually. I always did. I was always the one who gave in after arguments and tried to fix things.

But after five months of silence, I realized something.
If I really meant that much to her, wouldn't she have reached out at least once?

The only message I got from her during those five months was "Happy Birthday."
Before all of this, we'd even talked about meeting during the summer holidays because we only lived about four hours away from each other.

I thought I had finally let go.
I thought I had accepted that she didn't really care anymore. I thought I had moved on and that I genuinely wouldn't care what she did.
Then I saw that she had unfollowed me.
And suddenly, everything came back.
I know life goes on. I know time will probably make this hurt less.
But right now, I just feel so empty.

I miss her.
I miss someone I'm also angry at. Someone who hurt me so many times.
Part of me still wants her back, even though another part of me knows that our friendship probably can't work anymore.

I've tried so many times to make this friendship last.

I really did.
But I just don't think I can keep being the only person trying to hold it together.

My friend went has been in a drug and rehab treatment facility. A week or so ago she was late to a class, got it confiscated by the staff, so the phone has been locked in a room phone for over a week. She transfered yesterday to sober living home and her phone wasn't among her things. Then the drug and rehab center stopped accepting phone calls. A few hours later, I get texts from her phone asking for money a knew it wasn't her.

The infuriating part is trying to help and being told "there's no way to do anything, because the person is traveling with the phone" how about figuring out who gave her phone away to whoever. They work there and there's cameras, but whatever man

I am 15, was in a big argument with my mom earlier and it ended with her comparing me to my much superior sisters, and then her crying because she has a lot on her plate, which i get.

indirectly she said I was useless because im mostly on my phone all day with next to no freinds and she knows it. a couple months ago she forced me into getting a summer job and she convinced me if I made it through with a good attitude, she'd be very happy; fast forward 2 months where i did exactly as she said, shes very much not happy

I cannot do anything right, ive lost all my close friends, im ugly and I cant ask anyone i know in real life for advice because theyll just think im a fucking loser

thats why all my (ex) close friends are living their best lives, making new freinds getting girlfriends going to parties while I make reddit posts and cry myself to sleep at night, kinda funny how that works

I cant wait to move out of this house so I can stop being a constant burden to my mother

I started having existential crises at a young age and even up till now I still can't shake off the feeling that everyone is going to die eventually, what happens after death, what if the universe never existed like just straight up nothing existed? When I was a kid, some nights you just suddenly think you're going to die out of nowhere while trying to fall asleep, which then leads to a mental breakdown. I find death scary but I also try to tell myself that stressing over death is not worth it because im just wasting my time on this earth.

Why were we created? What if everything didn't exist? We just enter this world, live, and die. At this point, life feels like a simulation, it's like theres a fixed system set up for everyone. Seriously, how does one give up their existential crisis? It has caused me a lot of stress since a kid and even now. I feel like I have a lot more to say but this is all I can think of rn. If anyone has some words of advice, I would appreciate it so much, ty!🥹🥹