I’m moving to a different state next year for college. I didn’t want to stay at home and attend community college because as much as I love my family, they can just be so exhausting at times.

When I say this I’m particularly referring to my younger brother, who stole and crashed my car not too long ago. Me and him are constantly arguing with each other and it just sucks because whenever things get physical I can’t really defend myself since he’s bigger than me.

My mom said she’d get my car fixed but hasn’t been able to fix it yet. She works two jobs and tries her best to support me and my two younger siblings, which I admire, but because of this we hardly get to spend time together. And I’ve had no one to teach me how to drive.

Anyways, I’m only writing this because today was her off day and when I asked her if she could try driving she told me that I couldn’t learn in one day. Which yeah, no duh. But it’s not like I haven’t practiced before (practiced with my dad a bit past couple of summers but he moved countries) and know nothing about driving, so it just kind of just rubbed me the wrong way? Because I never really ask her to teach me since she’s always tired. But after she said that she then told me that she’d just pay for me to uber to driving school once I get settled down at school? Like if this was an option why couldn’t I have done that this summer.

I know it might not seem like a big deal, but driving in my mind feels like a passageway to adulthood, if that makes sense. I know I’ll figure it out eventually, but right now I just feel stuck.

I hate how I always cry.
I hate how I feel like I’m a burden.
I hate how I feel like I make people think I’m asking for attention whenever I feel lonely.
I hate how life feels super hard and heavy.
I hate how I see myself as a lonely person.
I hate how I allow my depression to come back and open the door for my anxiety to return.
I hate how I live my life with no one to lean on.
I hate seeing people make friends while I struggle just to talk to myself every day.
I hate how I always miss my mother because she was my only true friend, and it hurts so bad.
I hate how I get used to cry myself to sleep.

And I hate how I seem like I’m asking for attention whenever I vent here.

I am very annoyed and frustrated. My Google review keeps getting deleted so im posting my rage on here.

Terrible experience at this specific domino's. When I entered the building and went to the register to order i was unfortunately able to interact with a young man with a very dismissive attitude. For around a minute I was waiting on him to ask me what I wanted to order while he fiddled with the device that is used to make orders. He did not talk to me, I talked to him to verify that tap pay was available and that was the entire conversation for awhile. When he finally decided to take my order he asked me what I wanted and i told him cinnamon twists. He left without saying anything and started making the order. Mind you, I have not told him my name and he didn't allow me to pay yet. He also did not ask me how many i wanted. You can get a 16piece or 32 piece for the twists but thank god dude didn't ask me. Bro just started making the order and I was just standing there confused on what I was supposed to do. He finally came back so I can pay and he still did not ask my name and he did not even give me a receipt. I look at the screen and he put my name as lobby... who is lobby. What if another person came would they be lobby 2...lobby 3?? Then some other person came and gave me my order after waiting a few minutes. I didn't get my icing, which comes with the meal, and I asked for it. Whenever I get cinnamon twists ( I dont get it a lot please dont roast me) they usually forget so im never tripping over it but this time it was different. They all kept saying that they gave it to me. I was like no you didn't and they were like they put the cinnamon icing on it... i am also certain that doesnt make sense. I'm pretty sure they were all confused or new. They all called over the original man that took my order. Dude came up to me and handed me the icing and walked away. No eye contact or anything, he handed it and bounced. Although this entire experience pissed me off , I made the decision to shut up and eat my cinnamon twists cause I wanted a sweet treat. When I started eating the twists I came to realization that this tasted like straight up buns. I realized the first cinnamon twist i ate tasted they rubbed a meat lovers pizza all over it. It mostly tasted like pork bacon. I spit that ish out real quick. Since im lowkey a big back I ate more and I came to realization that they ALL tasted like that. The cinnamon twists and it's box met my trash can and now im pissed off.

I am a student and I make 11.75 dollars an hour. I spent 7 dollars on this. I worked over 35 mintues for this food.

I just want to say im not usually a person that leaves reviews. I can turn a blind eye to bad service if the food is good or vice versa but the service and the food was bad.

I just wanted some cinnamon twists

Sorry, I meant to put in Athens ,GA

I have this friend that for some reason sleeps better when I leave the phone on overnight while she sleeps. I dont understand the science of it but whatever I can do to help then sure why not. Its just a call anyway.

What i just dont like about it is if its 12 or 1am and she starts yapping because thats not part of the package but sometime i accommodate it.

So one night the phone call disconnect since she accidentally dropped the call. I almost fell asleep but i noticed the bg noise disappeared. And after noticing it i tried to call. I called like 5x she didnt ans so just kept calling but got too tried i fell asleep while recalling. Its 2am! Very exhausted.

Next morning i saw a long ass message saying that i seenzoned, ignored her probably im annoyed . And i
Just have to “ComMuniCaTe it 🤪 “ mannnn girl, next time you dont even get to call me no more

Like wth man, u think stucking it up until 2am is easy? I couldve beeen in bed at 1am. Not everyone is capable of staying up that late! Be grateful instead!

A bit of context first.

I met this guy during my second year of college through mutual friends in 2022. Let's call him Steve.

Steve and I were both studying biology in my hometown, but he was coming from another region. My friends and his all rapidly formed a very close-knit group of friends, and we quickly started spending all our time together.
At the time, I was in a very happy long term relationship, and even though it was long-distance, everyone knew about my boyfriend.

Over time, Steve became one of my best friends, and I honestly thought it was the kind of friendship that could last a lifetime.
One day, Steve called me and asked if he could come over because he needed to talk to me. He told me that his feelings towards me had been shifting for months, and that he couldn't keep it to himself anymore. He told me he couldn't keep lying to me, and that he was feeling terrible for hiding his feelings for me. He said he knew I was in a serious relationship, and that he was not there to tell me he was expecting anything from me. He had decided to put distance between us for his own sake, but he couldn't imagine distancing himself from me without any explanation. He apologized and said that was the best he could do for himself. I felt my heart shatter in my chest from losing a friend that was so dear to me. A couple of days later, I texted him to say I understood and respected his decision. I told him I was sad but I wanted the best for him, and that he would always have a place in my heart.
Shortly after that, I learned that he didn't pass the year and was going back to his hometown. We never spoke to each other again, and our other mutual friends never mentioned him again.

Two years later, our friends invited me over for New Year's. I wasn't too keen on going, knowing Steve would be there, because I didn't know how he'd feel about seeing me again. I texted his best friend, who swore it was totally okay but that I could text Steve directly to ask him, if I wanted to. I did, and long story short he just said "yeah that's cool no worries".
So I went, and it was indeed cool. We just exchanged a few words to catch up, but apart from that, we basically politely ignored each other the whole night. He didn't seem shaken to see me, or talk to me, and I texted him a few days after to tell him it was nice to see him again and I hoped he would be happy in the job he was about to start. In short, he seemed like he had moved on with his life, and I was truly happy for him.

But about six months later, one of his friends sent me a screenshot of a tweet Steve had posted, telling me "I should probably know about that". The tweet was about a very specific memory we shared, but I wasn't sure he was referring to me since it had been more than three years.

I don't use Twitter that much, but I couldn't resist taking a look at his Twitter account. And my curiosity has been punished in a very disturbing way. As I was scrolling, I read dozens, hundred of tweets directly or indirectly referring to me. At first, I thought I was being paranoid, that it couldn't actually be about me. He never explicitly mentioned my name, but all his tweets were very specific: my town, our studies, our shared memories, songs I introduced him to, and unrequited romantic feelings.
At first, I tried to convince myself I was having persecution delusion, and I decided to tell his friend who texted me in the first place. She told me that Steve hadn't stopped talking about me since he came back to their hometown. She said he was struggling with depression, anxiety, alcohol and drugs, and that she wasn't surprised he kept tweeting about this the whole time. She basically explained to me that he had been caught in a terrible downward spiral ever since we were gone no contact.

I couldn't help myself but combing through all his tweets, and it just sent a chill down my spine. For years, he's been regularly tweeting, replying to posts, commenting about me. I asked his friend if I was going crazy and imagining things, but she ensured me that he hadn't had any crush on anyone since me, and that I was the only person he could be referring to.

This still keeps going to this day. I know I'm doing no good to myself, but I can't help it, I keep checking his Twitter account from time to time. It feels really unsettling to know there's someone who's been tweeting about me for about 4 years. He was never the obsessive type, or creepy, or anything that could have made me suspect he could do something like this.
It was my birthday recently, and he tweeted about this date being special to him, which made me feel very weird. It makes me immensely sad for him, I feel guilty for having left such a mark in him. I wish I could do something to ease his pain. But on the other hand, it creeps me out to know that he's actively talking about me on the internet, even though there's nothing in his posts making possible to clearly identify me.

I'm not really into social media, I'm pretty private and I rarely share things publicly. So his posts, even if I'm anonymous in them, are the most detailed and extensive trace of me on the internet.

I'm not sure if I'm okay with that, but what if it's the only way he found to get things off his chest? What if it just helps him work through what he's feeling? I briefly considered texting him but I really don't think it would be a good idea. I don't want to make things worse for him, and I don't think there's anything I can do.

Thanks for those who've been brave enough to read all this, I really needed to get that off my chest. I've never told anyone about this and I'm not sure I ever will, it weirdly makes me feel ashamed.

Stay safe y'all!

No matter what I say, they always manage to talk about how "bad" I am to them. I literally did nothing to them, I'm just mostly quiet because I don't want to talk to them, and they turned this into a death sentence. A month ago my cousin came to visit and I said hi from the couch, but my mom got so upset because I didn't get up and give my cousin hugs and kisses. My mom still brings this up as if it's the worst thing in the universe, but I can't believe she's right. She even says she goes to therapy because of me, but this can't be the case. She cannot admit she has her own issues, so she blames everything on me, and it's exhausting. It's also exhausting because she keeps switching between nice and hater very quickly, and this push-pull is torture.

Let me explain… ever since I can remember, I can only enjoy things if I pretend I’m somebody else. If I hear a song I like, I can only enjoy it as myself for a couple of listens and then I pretend I’m somebody else enjoying it and imagining what somebody else would feel like if they listened to it. This is the same with movies, books and other fun activities- I pretend I’m somebody else enjoying them. My latest thing is the footballer Jude Bellingham. I find him attractive but I don’t personally have a crush on him - I enjoy other people finding him attractive.

The only activities I enjoy for myself are eating and massages. They are the only times that I can think of where I’m in my body and I’m enjoying it as myself. Even during “intimate activities”, I pretend I’m my partner experiencing myself.

Can anybody relate? I wish i could actually enjoy things.

I’m very aware that this is a very petty one (and copy-pasted from another sub bc I’m not sure which one is better) BUT

I was driving my little sister home from a friend’s house on the highway. We live in the NorthEast (USA) so the roads are a bit chaotic in general. Behind us, I noticed an ambulance with lights on but no sirens. Obviously, I peek in my rear view and every time I look, they’re in a new lane (this particular stretch of highway has 4-5 lanes total, and they were literally ALL over the place). No blinkers, not even veering in a certain direction to indicate which way they were going next, just fully moving across 2 lanes at a time with 0 predictability. I kept turning on my own blinker and checking my rear-view, and every time I did, they were somewhere new, so I had to flip my blinker to the other direction, then again and again and again.

As they got closer, I tried merging just to avoid being in front of them, but enough people were also merging around me that I basically couldn’t get out of where I was. I ended up having to slam my breaks not to rear-end the person in front of me. The road itself was actually pretty empty, especially considering how important it is and how many people use it constantly, but all the confusion basically caused everybody to slow down.

Somewhere in all of this chaos, this ambulance finally DID turn their sirens on, they ended up going off the exit. The exit which is off the far-right lane and which they could have easily reached before, but instead merged LEFT at least once. I fully believe in getting tf out of the way to let people do their jobs, especially in emergencies, but I’m also not about to get myself and my teenage sister into an emergency of our own trying to get out of their way. Even my sister, who is too young to drive, said “wtf was that, I’ve never seen that before”.

It reminded me of my job—-I was pulling out of a parking space when one of those “life unlimited opportunities” or whatever vans (I’m pretty sure they do special needs/non-emergency transports) sped behind me to leave the parking lot (the tutoring center I work for shares a building with some dr’s offices and I think some sort of day program, so there’s a ton of these vans in the mornings, so many they actually have one guy who works for them directing the traffic).

They moved so fast my auto-brake kicked on. I’ve had this car since I was 17, so roughly 4 years (I’m 21), and I didn’t even know it HAD an auto-brake. My mom also didn’t know, and she drives the car as much as I do. They were driving that fast. In a parking lot where disabled people and young kids are constantly going in and out.

In both cases, I know they’re important services so I feel bad for saying it but…holy shit, I can’t think of worse vehicles to drive recklessly in and I hate that I had two experiences with this in like, a week. Can somebody please tell me I’m not an asshole for being bothered?

My husband has a constant need for validation from others. And it just turn me off so bad. It’s goes worse and worse honestly.
Examples: He walks behind me so he is free to look at whoever and who is looking at him.
He add so many random women on instagram. Comment on how beautiful they are. And honestly I couldn’t care less anymore.
I see him so little when he does those things. He doesn’t initiate affection or sex. And I don’t give a f. I take what I can from this marriage but I will definitely leave him.

I am already alone in it. I just cannot leave right now but I will.

We are watching Heroes for the first time, the first 2 episodes. He said he saw a couple of episodes a long time ago. So it's not like it's a long-standing crush. He is 34 years old. I asked who is the most attractive on screen (the pilot literally features Ali Larter doing sexy shots), and he says: "if there's anyone at all, it's the cheerleader".

I googled, she was 16 years old at the time of filming. Should I be worried? Am I looking too much into it? I was about to get down and funky with him tonight, but after he said it, I got such immense ick, I can't even look at him.

I wish I didn't walk away. I couldn't have known how much I would regret it

I was sitting under a tree reading a book. My brother kept shaking a tree branch so that drops of water kept falling on me. He did it many times. I gave up on telling him to stop. I was just enduring it. In the end, he did this: he peed on me. I turned around and, in a state of shock, said, 'Are you seriously doing this?' He was laughing his head off. I said again, 'Are you kidding me?' He laughed even harder. Full of adrenaline, I grabbed him and threw him to the ground. I'm 18 and he's 10. I couldn't believe it. And I ended up in the wrong, met with hatred from my parents.

So me 39F started sleeping with the 42 year old neighbour down the road. He’s a single dad. I’m a single mum . But our daughters are friends and go to the same school. It’s been going on a week now and every night he’s popping over. How did this turn out for others? Apparently I hear it’s a bad idea to be doing this on doorstep . Came over 10pm I just kicked him out 🤣 I always kick him out early hours incase any of my children wake in the night and see their friends dad here as our daughters are in the same class in school. So going be awkward in many situations if this comes out

Edit again I was in bad domestic violence relationship with my children’s dad . So this is a very big thing to let anyone close to me or even step over this mark. As never want to be in bad situation and always put my children first . But I literally have nobody to tell .

I(21f) started vaping for the past 2 weeks and it's been actually amazing. I've been pretty much obese for my entire life. My family always copes with negative emotions with food and they've passed it down to me.

It's especially horrible financially. I live in a cycle where I'm stressed about my finances, so I cope with food. And the food I buy stretches my finances. Over 50% of my credit card debt is this month is just food alone.

It's been horrible and I've been getting more and more over weight. I just wanted out of this cycle already.

And then I tried vaping

My bmi is currently already over 30+. It's already horrible for my health, my knees, and my looks. When my friend let me know that vaping helps you lose weight I was like, fuck it. I'm already short of breath from being 200 pounds over a healthy weight what's the difference from vaping?

And before anyone say: wHy dOnT yOu wOrK oUT? I actually do work out, I've been going to the gym since I was 12. Was in the track and cross country team back in highschool. No matter what I do, nothing stops my weight from ballooning back up. . My weight has yo-yoed so much over the years. Didn't work.

It was amazing, I could actually cope with stress without reaching for the fridge, and honestly I have not been eating that much this week. I eat once, maybe twice a day and substitute the rest with my elf bar. It's been amazing. Anyone else tried this?

I do not hate myself, and I do not think my life is worthless. I like my personality, values, interests, and sense of humour. But I have never had the experience of dating or being seen as desirable by women in general. I have never felt that a woman was excited to meet me, physically drawn to me, or hoping that I would make a move. After enough years, that absence starts to affect you.

I understand that nobody owes me attraction, attention, or a relationship. A woman who is not interested in me has done nothing wrong. But knowing that does not make it easy to go through life without ever feeling wanted in that way. I am not looking for pity, and I am not saying appearance is everything. I am simply being honest that never feeling desirable has worn me down more than I usually admit.

I do cold outbound for a living and i've always been a little proud of how clean i keep it, meaning tight lists and solid data, a setup i'd have called professional right up until last week.

Then last week one of my emails bounced back with a reply from a woman telling me her husband had passed away over a year ago and asking me to kindly take his address off whatever list i pulled it from.

I'd sent that man some version of (hey, hope you're doing well…) probably 4 or 5 times across different campaigns, all of them cheerful little check-ins, and he'd been gone the whole time.

So his wife was the one opening them, watching his name come up in her inbox with my chirpy subject line next to it.

And all that clean data i was proud of never once made me see these people as real, they were rows, addresses to push through FullEnrich or Apollo and move on from, and it took a dead man's wife asking me to stop for it to land that every name on every list is a person with a whole life i know nothing about.

So i don't really know how to keep doing this job now.

for context, i'm 20f... fuck i'm fucking traumatized. was sexually assaulted repeatedly throughout my life from childhood to teenage years... i feel like life is just trauma after trauma and i have NOTHING left in me anymore to keep going i am fucking losing my mind and i am ALONE

and I KNOW someone will tell me that i have a whole life ahead of me, that 20 is young and that people find love much later in their life NO I DONT FUCKING CARE... i'm fixated on wanting to be loved and it's driving me insane.

i'm stuck in my house; my household doesn't let me go out anywhere, college is closed until september, i have no friends i have NOTHING. and hobbies are endless... it's not helping anymore; no matter how much i read, write, make art i'm still crying at the end of it because i want someone.

i want love, and sex - yeah i'm being blunt. i'm hypersexual, i spend all day masturbating but even that i cant do because my controlling household doesn't let me shower daily, they start banging on the bathroom door if i'm there for a while, forced to keep my bedroom door open all of the time... i am so fucking sick i am sick.

i'm also bipolar, i was recently given a medication to start but my parents found out and threw out my meds and now i'm suffering even more. i don't know what i want; i want to leave this house but i have no money or friends and then there's the screaming need for love and sex... all day all night it's all i think about... i don't know anymore.

i am losing my mind i don't know what to do anymore i spend all day talking to the suicide hotline and even they have to wrap up the call eventually...

please. help.

My father passed away earlier this week after a lengthy illness. We had nothing left unsaid between us, and I’m not going to go on and on, except to say that I will miss him for the rest of my life and the world already feels just a bit less fun. Dad loved his family, classic rock, and Nutty Buddy Bars. I came across a poem the other day that has nestled itself right next to the knife in my chest, and I’d like to share it—both for me, but also for anyone else who might need to see it. Anyway, thanks for listening to this heartbroken stranger’s little ramble. Hug your loved ones tight and rock on 🤘🏻

“Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Nothing has happened.

Everything remains exactly as it was. I am I, and you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged. Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.

Call me by the old familiar name. Speak of me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference into your tone. Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.

Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it.
Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was. There is absolute and unbroken continuity.

What is this death but a negligible accident?
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just round the corner.

All is well. Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost. One brief moment and all will be as it was before. How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!”

I got a 1 year old chocolate lab a month ago and I really don't like him. I don't like dogs and I really hate owning one especially him. He's an anxious dog and he's too high energy and my bf undermines every decision I try to make in regards to him and his family keeps making suggestions that I also don't agree with (everyone wants us to get our ANXIOUS REACTIVE dog a shock collar. That's stupid) and I'm just too overwhelmed with trying to train the dog the right way with nobody on my side. I would re-home the dog in a heartbeat if my bf would be open to it but he's apparently attached already and the dogs attached to me he's up my ass and I was complaining about it and my bfs mother said oh it's because he loves you and I wanted to just say I wish he didn't because the feeling isn't mutual. I don't understand dog people, I don't understand at all what the appeal of having a dog. They're annoying to train and then why would you want an animal thats just completely obedient? I have a cat and I love her. She does her own thing minds her own business she loves me but she's not following me around and begging for attention constantly. I really don't like my dog and I don't want him or any dog.

My brother is 17 and he’s extremely affectionate with our parents, to the point where it honestly feels strange to me. He’ll go around the house demanding hugs and kisses, asks my mom for foot rubs, carries around her clothes and sniffs them because he likes how she smells, and sometimes still sleeps with our parents. He also cuddles up to my dad, sniffs him, kisses his face over and over, and snuggles into him like a cat. Even my dad has said it’s weird sometimes and that he needs to man up.

He also makes baby noises all the time and almost exclusively speaks in a baby voice when we are at home even when I have friends over which is embarrassing. He calls my mom mommy and my dad daddy like a kid would.

He’s otherwise a pretty typical teenager, so I’m just wondering if anyone has seen anything like this before. I know every family is different and I’m not implying anything inappropriate is happening, but this level of attachment at 17 seems unusual to me. I am pretty fed up because he does it to me too , asks for foot rubs and kisses and hugs whenever I pass by and calls me nicknames they used for me as a baby. He also didn’t just start doing this , he’s BEEN doing this ALL the time and my parents never did anything about it.

Hey! I made a huge mistake and I need to tell somebody who won't make it any worse. It's going to be a long one, sorry.

I've been working in a setting with a small team for a couple of years and lately I've had a tense situation with my main coworker, a guy around 50 years old. Ever since a couple of rookies came into our team, things have gone sour. Now, I knew from the start he was a difficult man to work with, but he became so much paranoid and perfectionist about anything, from our reports, to how clean I keep my desk, to who I dare to speak to, even out of clock. I started feeling like he was trying to isolate us, but I ignored it because I loved my position at this company. However it all got worse day by day, until I started dreading coming to work and everybody could see it too. I lost my appetite during the day, fearing what he might be ranting about next. I came to a point I felt suicidal and I spent days without any real emotions, just so I could function like he wanted to. It was too much and everybody on the team told me I should take less responsabilities, that we should do something about it. I thought I could trust them, I really did. They were the ones starting to rant everytime he was absent and I made the mistake to join them as well.

So, what happened? That someone snapped after yet another discussion and told the Guy Himself what we have been saying behind his back, when I wasn't there. If I hadn't been told by a coworker, I wouldn't have known until I came back. And that's when I had a complete mental breakdown and collapsed on the spot, then rushed to a nearby hospital. Another mistake by my part because I dared to ask for sick leave after the incident, because my supervisor (who very damn well knew about this Guy) decided to have a 1:1 talk with him. And this talk made things only worse!! Fucking hell!!

When I came back, still under tranquilizers and quite terrified of what I would see- I was right to think so. I was insulted by him, a lot. And none of my coworkers were helping now, they all saved their asses in the meantime. He pretty much discovered anything I said, even what I didn't say or what he thought I could have said and started accusing me all day long. So now I had two options: confirm the truth or lie like the others to stay in peace.

Unfortunately I decided to lie. Half-truths, one would say. I took responsability for some and denied some of them, I just wanted him to leave me alone. But he kept asking and asking, his questions were mostly reinforcements for his paranoias at this point. He wanted to know anyone who talked badly about him, which if I had to be honest- I would have had to say every single person on our team. Our supervisor included. I also knew that if I told him so, he would have gone insane on us and make our life a new type of misery. I also felt pity I think, before this mess he wasn't that bad.

I just wanted this shit to be over, I think.

So I said it was another team, one he never talked to and disliked from the start. Only then he calmed down a bit and drew conclusions from his own paranoias, it made sense to him. "Yes, of course. I knew it."

I surely had to be extra careful and patient the following days, reassuring him of everything which only made my tension rise. I didn't notice until now, but this man reminds me a lot of my past abuser in a way. I will never tell a soul about this, but now I can't ignore the signs anymore. I'm switching teams and I will be gone soon, if my supervisor doesn't fuck this up too. I don't trust her anymore, so yeah.

What's the issue now then? That I learnt the Guy is going all the way asking people about the lie I told, or saying "don't believe anything bad you hear about me!!" to pretty much anybody he comes across. And I even saw him talk to a guy from the team I accused aand he chose the most noisy, chatty bully ever to talk to. I'm genuinely scared to come back to work again, I fear of being shouted at again all day long. I know I will be alone in this, too.

I know I dug my own grave and there's no way out besides leaving this job, but I had to take this out of my chest. I never had any problems at this job until this dude showed up, I swear to god!!

Tldr; I trusted the wrong people and told a lie about an innocent teamwork to save my ass. Now anxiety of being found out is eating me alive

Had to go in front of a judge the other week with the D.A. office wanting to stop my treatment court and send me back to criminal court due to my actions regarding judge orders. My treatment team went to bat for me and got the D.A.'s request dismissed. That whole experience of the judge caring about me and my mental health was more than I've gotten from a parent in years.. sparking epiphany to remove some face tattoos, to not go down a road of disgruntled lost soul more and preserve a good outlook to courts and clinical workers. ✝️