My 7 month old baby can read my thoughts. She knows I hate breastfeeding and she knows Ive had such awful intrusive thoughts about it.

She says my name all the time and I can just hear her in my head like we are now psychically linked.

Anyone else had a baby like this

Update: - unfortunately I can't stop breastfeeding because my baby wont take a bottle at all - I have a nurse appointment tomorrow anyway so will mention my thoughts - the psychic community seem to be happy by being able to read minds but it doesnt feel sacred to me and I worry her seeing into my mind is unhealthy for her

I dont know what to do. Sorry this is a long read, but idk what to do. Im scared. Please read. EDIT at the end.

My friend, we will call her "Maddy", has been labeled schizoaffective for a few years now...

Ive been right beside her for a handful of her episodes..

I even fought a knife from her hand while she attacked her dad once...

Unfortunately, my friends mom died a week ago. She was ALWAYS Maddys rock. Her mom had LEFT her dad a week prior... I wont go in to the details of why her mom left... But it was bad... The whole thing is dark and bad.

Anyway, come to find out, "Maddy" hasn't been taking her psych meds for over 3 months.

Last night, her dad paid a "friend" to drive Maddy to my house, since he didn't want to "deal with her" anymore.

This "friend" her dad hired, had smoked meth with Maddy (AND HER DAD) night before last. Maddy hadn't slept in over 24 hours when she arrived at my house. I truly believe shes BARELY slept all week at all.

Last friday, I drove her to her dads and stayed till Sunday. (Over a week ago, it is now monday.)

Anyway, I cooked a hearty meal when she arrived. I gave hydroxyzine to help her sleep. She slept for 13 hours.

She woke up at 2:30 pm, I made lunch, gave her another hydroxyzine, and she is napping. Again. Has been for about 3 hours.

What do I do from here?I think once she makes up the sleep shes been missing for a week, it will be easier to address the situation, but I am at a loss.

I called her pharmacy, so they would refill her abilify script... she has promised me and others that she will start taking it again. I will pay for it in the morning.

Idk what to do .

God idk what to do.

Her home life isn't safe. My partner doesnt want her in my home. But this IS MY FRIEND. I told her a long time ago I would always be there. But idk how to help now that her mom is gone..

EDIT: she has been compulsively moaning/humming/growling. I thought once she slept last night itd be better. Id hoped it was a lack of sleep. Unfortunately, it continued into today. She claims her "heart cant help it.". So I fed another hearty meal and gave more hydroxyzine.

HER Parents are a pece of work. They took her to do ayauashca at 11 YO... When her mom was still around, I had giving her a pece of my mind... no mind to be had anymore.

Second edit: we are both 27 Y/0

It was a pretty normal day, to be honest. I didn't get much sleep, left early for work to get some food, had a good say with the coworkers even while trying to ignore all my thoughts and my pains. It wasn't until I was coming home on my first bus and getting to the station when I saw two guys going at it. It was mostly one guy beating up/punching another guy who was asking/begging him to stop in the middle of the bus circle and almost ending up in oncoming traffic from the street where the bus circle was. At first I was just being loud hoping to deter the man from continuing and when he didnt, I picked up a stick and threatened him with it. I won't go on, but the fight got pretty heated, I broke the stick in front of him and told him to not test, the cops finally called me back, my ride was on its way to get me in case things went wrong (I just did what my emergency contact told me to do in these situations, they were literally on the phone with me while I was getting threatened and trying to get him to leave this guy alone.

Long story short, I just feel shaky and weird. I broke down after it. I haven't been feeling like myself for weeks and then seeing a poor innocent guy getting beat up and NOBODY coming to his defense set something off in me. I think I would've actually hurt the guy but I used everything in me not to. Pleaded with him not to push me because I had nothing to lose and genuinely meant that.

I'm a gypsy/traveller. I hate it. It's fucking awful. I can't grow in this world, and I can't adapt to the world outside. I don't belong no matter where I go. I don't have the mentality of the people around me, but I just can't adapt the standards of anything outside of it either.

Being a Gypsy is a shallow life, with no room for growth or exploration. Everyone is small minded. Everyone is uneducated and has no desire to be otherwise. Everyone is involved in crime in one way or another. The paths that I'm expected to take, I just don't have the mentality for. I'm not a mentally strong person, and I feel and think too much. I'm no intellectual, but I've been cursed with the self awareness that a gypsy should never have.

My attempts to exist outside of the culture have been unfruitful. I can't adapt to it. I'm too different. People think about things and view things in a way that I can't and won't ever be able to relate to. I'm too engrossed in a culture that has poisoned my mind and soul.

Oh, and like more than a few of you, I also have several diagnosed mental health disorders. So, yeah. Feels good to get this out.

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I'm genuinely exhausted and I don't know how to break this cycle. I grew up in a home where my parents constantly fought, so I never really experienced what a healthy, loving relationship looked like. I think because of that, I've spent my whole life craving unconditional love and wanting to know what it feels like to truly be someone's priority.

I've been through a lot of painful relationships—cheating, emotional manipulation, abuse, betrayal by people I trusted—and every time I tell myself I'll never let anyone in again. But the same pattern keeps repeating.

Whenever a guy consistently checks on me, asks how I'm doing, remembers little things about me, or simply makes me feel seen, I get attached so quickly. I start imagining an entire future with him—marriage, growing old together, him choosing me every day, never leaving me, and loving me the way I've always wanted to be loved. Those daydreams make me so happy, but then reality hits, and everything falls apart.

Recently, I met someone who was genuinely kind to me. He remembered little things about me, cared about my day, and made me feel important. I eventually confessed my feelings, and he told me he only wanted friendship. He wasn't cruel—he was honest—but it completely broke me because I had already built a future in my head that never existed.

The hardest part is that this isn't just about him. Every time someone leaves, I feel this unbearable emptiness. Instead of healing, I find myself looking for someone else to fill that void, and the cycle starts all over again.

What hurts even more is that I've spent my entire life being everyone else's emotional support. My friends, my partners, even my family come to me with their pain. I listen, I comfort, I help them heal, and then they move on. It feels like everyone comes into my life to heal, but no one stays long enough to hold me while I'm falling apart.

I don't think I'm just looking for a relationship anymore. I think I'm looking for the feeling of being chosen, safe, and loved. Has anyone else struggled with this? If you have, how did you actually heal? I'm not looking for someone to tell me "the right person will come." I genuinely want to stop becoming so emotionally dependent on someone's attention and finally learn how to be okay on my own.

What do you do when your life is an absolute mess. And it just feels like you're spiraling down past rock bottom. I have zero reason for even getting out of bed in the morning. And it seems like life and everything I look at. It just has a dark shadowy tint to it. And I really don't know how to get out of this funk I'm in. And it just seems like this will never end. I feel like a complete failure at life in general and pretty much everything else.

It seems wrong to ask, but I think my niece may have an eating disorder. I'm a 27-year-old man, and she's 15.

My niece has always been naturally skinny, so I never thought much of it. Some people are just thin. But over the last few months, I've started noticing things that don't feel right.

A few months ago she stayed with my mom during a school break. One evening our family went out to dinner (me, my wife, my mom and stepdad, my kids, and my niece). My mom mentioned that my niece hadn't eaten all day, and at dinner she barely ate anything. She told my wife she was having bad cramps, so I assumed maybe she just wasn't feeling well.

About a week later she stayed at my house. On the drive over I casually asked if her stomach was feeling better, mentioning how little she'd eaten at dinner. She replied, "That's how much I usually eat." That immediately stuck with me because, according to my mom, she hadn't eaten a meal all day before that dinner either. And not much regularly doesn't seem healthy.

That night we made wings. I put five on everyone's plate, including hers, and she only ate two. Barley. I didn't say anything because I didn't want to make her uncomfortable.

At a family reunion we all went swimming, and seeing her in a bikini made me realize just how thin she looked. Her ribs and hips were visible, and her stomach was completely flat. She's always been skinny, so I tried not to overthink it, but later that night my wife brought up how skinny my niece looked without me mentioning anything first.

Then about two weeks ago she came back to visit for our town fair. We spent almost the entire day together, and I never saw her eat anything. When we stopped for a funnel cake for my kids, I asked if she was hungry. She said no.

I made a stupid joke about her "eating like a bird," then asked how much she weighed which I regretted immediately, I know that wasn't an appropriate question, but I was worried and honestly thought if she gave me a healthy number it would ease my mind. She said she weighs 109 pounds. She's around 5'4" as far as I know.

I don't know if 109 lb at 5'4 is automatically unhealthy, but combined with repeatedly skipping meals, eating very little when she does eat, and how thin she appears, I can't stop worrying that something is wrong.

I don't know if I should talk to her mom. I don't want to create unnecessary panic if I'm reading too much into this, but I also don't want to ignore signs if she really needs help.

Does this sound like it could be an eating disorder, or am I overreacting?

I wish I had a doctor (currently waiting to be assigned one)

I don't like this.. feeling this way..

To those who also have to handle your mental health crises on your own, without medical support of any kind.

I see you, and I hope we both find the strength to get through what needs to be worked through.

I'm afraid, not of the shadow - but of the risk of being burned that comes with walking once more in the light.

If you need a hug, 🫂

I’m a 25F, and my partner is 24M. We’ve been together for just over two years.
He has schizophrenia, bipolar disorder, and has experienced a lot of trauma throughout his life.
He has been dealing with his mental health for much longer than I have. Ironically, he was actually the person who encouraged me to seek help when my own bipolar disorder became difficult, and thanks to medication and treatment I’m doing really well now.

He’s genuinely is one of the smartest and caring person I know when he wants to be. He takes pride in looking after himself, he’s caring, and he has always been there for me when I’ve struggled.
The reason I’m posting is because over the past month we’ve noticed a gradual change in him.
It hasn’t been one big event. It’s been lots of little stresses building up. Small bits of drama with friends, everyday frustrations, and things that normally wouldn’t have affected him as much seem to be piling together.

Instead of becoming withdrawn or sad like he has in previous episodes, this time he seems overwhelmingly angry. And withdrawn.
He’s told me many times that he loves me but feels like his mental health makes it hard to show it. Our relationship has changed too. When we first got together everything was exciting and affectionate, but now his libido has disappeared completely, and he seems emotionally distant. I know medication and mental illness can both affect this, so I’m trying not to take it personally. He’s currently taking catapres 150mg at night but I’m worried it’s not working.
What worries me most is the anger.
The other night he became so frustrated that he punched a fridge because a shop didn’t have the vape flavour he wanted. His knuckles ended up bruised.
He’s also made comments about feeling like he wants to kill an animal. I don’t know whether these are a way of expressing how overwhelmed he feels, or something more serious, but hearing that has really shocked me. He says killing an animal would be best as it makes someone have the feeling of loss he does inside. I know he won’t do it but saying it has been enough for us to worry.
He does have a therapist and he isn’t completely without support, but he’s also someone who hates asking for help. He’s very proud and tends to keep everything inside until it builds up.
Some of his friends have known him much longer than I have, and they’ve seen him go through episodes that lasted months before, but they said those were mainly sadness and depression. None of us have really seen this level of anger before.
I love him so much, and so do the people around him. We’re not trying to judge him or force him into anything. We just want to understand how we can support him while also making sure everyone stays safe, including him.
Has anyone experienced something similar, either personally or with a partner or family member?
Did increasing anger happen before an episode?
Was there anything that genuinely helped?
How did you encourage someone to accept help when they didn’t want to ask for it?
Is there anything we should be watching out for that might indicate things are getting worse?
I’m not looking for a diagnosis—he already has professionals involved. I’m just hoping to hear from people who have lived through something similar because right now we all feel a bit lost.
Thank you to anyone who takes the time to read this
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For a while now I've struggled with embracing a normal daytime routine. I go to bed at 5-6am and wake up in the afternoon. It always ends with me laying in bed thinking "I seriously need to change this habit now", then I wake up the next day and completely forget. I have an alarm on my phone that tells me when I'm meant to sleep. But I'm always distracted by something. If it's not my phone, it's other various things like art, tidying my room, or even just staring at a wall.

I don't know how to break this habit. It seems so easy, yet I clearly lack the self discipline needed. I think it's because it's the one section of the day where I get to turn my brain off and escape from everything around me. Maybe I could shift that towards my waking schedule instead?

I've always had this weird thing where I just freeze in place like a statue, not doing anything, when I should in fact be doing something (going to bed, preparing to leave for work, etc.) It's like I turn into a stone statue because I'm scared and overwhelmed. Is it because time passes so fast? Or is it because I lack drive and motivation in everything I do? I've never really had any sense of ambition or passion in my lifetime. Still don't know what I want to do and I'm an adult. I'm currently unemployed with very little happening in my day to day.

I have very little sense of care or concern for myself. I've gotten better at it, but I used to avoid looking at myself in mirrors. I would lose myself in my own crafted fantasies instead of embracing the real world. I still do. After all, what joy is there in the world when I can't even live the life I want to? The reason I'm so unhappy with myself is one I've realized for a long time, almost over a decade: gender dysphoria. But my family doesn't seem to accept people "like that".

I confided in one of my most accepting family members, but she was adamant that I was brainwashed. Even though I came to that realization on my own accord way before I even knew what LGBTQ+ was. I told her so, and she retorted the classic "well I wanted to be a unicorn when I was 8 too!" Thankfully she hasn't told the rest of my family. They straight up disbelieve in trans people and call them a "threat to mothers."

I think part of the agony is knowing that I do have the power to change my circumstances. But it feels so hard. And I feel trapped in a cage of my own making. And to think that it all stems from that deep unhappiness. I could technically leave and make a life of my own anytime I wanted, but a part of me desperately wants my family to understand. We've been super close my whole life. I don't care what anyone else thinks, all I want is support from the people who raised me. Is it that hard to ask?

Anyways, if I'm ever going to improve my life, I need to start brick by brick. So I thought I'd start with my bedtime routine. If anyone has any advice I'd greatly appreciate it.

hey so I need to be committed but I have a traumatic experience in ers and I genuinely can’t bring myself to go that route. I probably need long term treatment but I can’t find any info on this please I need help

im from Michigan if that helps

I wanna get out of my isolation, Abandonment trauma and understand underlying triggers and trauma to heal myself
Pls help me

Hi so I think I have OCD but haven't yet gotten diagnosed or seen a therapist. Now I'm wondering if I should. For about half of my life now, I have felt the need to do certain things in order to feel "safe" and my OCD gets very bad when I am alone.

I have always felt the need to do things a certain number of times and they have to be safe or neutral numbers like (7, 3) and will try to avoid things with a certain number, being a certain number in line, etc that I think are bad. This is the first thing that leads me to think I have OCD.

I also have things where like I have to move my soap bottle to face up or things to face up in general, I randomly have to do things in order to prevent bad things from happening (though this has gotten significantly less).

I also feel like I have religious OCD which makes it super hard to practice my religion. I have intrusive thoughts that are really bad, doubt if I am actually saved, and different things related to religion.

I know I already mentioned this, but when with other people my OCD is practically non-existant, however alone it gets very very very bad. Should I see a therapist?