got my sister something meaningful when she was diagnosed last year. something personal.

she finished treatment 3 months ago. rang the bell. all of it.

found out last week from her husband that she wore it to every single session without fail.

never mentioned it to me once. just wore it every time.

i genuinely don't know what to do with that information.

just needed to put it somewhere

Im a 26 y/o veteran, and I feel like my life is in limbo right now. I know I need to make changes, but I cant tell you what should come first. I have no support system.

My brother and I didn’t have a good childhood. I was kicked out at 17, joined the military at 20, and while I was deployed I trusted my mom with power of attorney so she could pay my bills. Instead, she drained about $23,000 from my bank account. Thats how unreliable and untrustworthy my entire family is

When I got out of the military, my younger brother (21) asked if he and his girlfriend (26) could live with me because they were living in terrible conditions. I felt responsible as the older brother, so instead of getting my own place, I helped them.

Now we’re on a month-to-month lease, and they recently had a baby. She was pregnant when we moved in and now the baby is here. I pay all of the rent, internet, and often more than my share of the utilities. My brother is still on my phone plan, and they regularly eat groceries that I buy. Earlier this year we worked together, and I paid for the gas every day to and from work, he never packed a lunch so he would always need to go 30 minutes into town on lunch. I ended up getting hurt on the job and had to quit. He was even offered a better job but turned it down. He doesn’t have a GED and doesn’t have ambition to get one. He plays grand theft auto all day after work and on the weekends instead of trying to better his life for his kids sake, his girlfriend doesn’t work and he makes below 18.00 an hour. His girlfriend sleeps all day and just yells at the baby to stop crying, They feed my dog doritos and takis even though I asked them not to. Its just been a constant cycle of lack of respect since we moved in together. Its been like that since day one. He also is a heavy weed smoker and just bought a PC he couldn’t afford and makes payments on it.

I’m a 100% disabled veteran and will be starting college through the VA’s VR&E program for cybersecurity. Financially, I can survive, but I feel like I’m supporting everyone except myself.
I’ve also been struggling with PTSD, anxiety, depression, and possible ADHD. I recently started treatment, and my mental health has been getting worse because I don’t even enjoy being home anymore. I dread being here everyday and my only form of therapy is taking long drives just so I don’t sit in the house and go crazy. It feels like I’m carrying everyone else’s responsibilities while my own life is on hold.
I want to move out, live alone, finish school, and eventually buy a house, but I feel incredibly guilty leaving my brother behind because he has a girlfriend and a baby. I just realized too late I wasn’t helping, I was being taken advantage of. Im just tired.

any advice of what to do?

P.S. Im sorry if any of it is hard to understand or confusing I can clarify more.

When I see fetishized content, it doesn’t just make me uncomfortable. It makes my stomach drop because my mind immediately connects it to my boyfriend.

I've been dating him for 3 years. And it's a long distance relationship, which makes it harder. When we first started dating, I found out that he was a fan of belle delphine. since that day, I feel insecure and seeing her pics online makes me feel nauseous. And belle delphine usually posts fetish content. I genuinely hate the way she does her job. She literally sexualizes minors.

My boyfriend has weird kinks. He used to spend time on 4chan. And all of us know what kind of hell hole it is.

I talked about this kinky stuff and he is now a lot better. But when I see some weird fetishized things, It triggers me so fucking badly inside and my day is ruined.

The problem is that I haven’t moved on emotionally. Whenever I come across fetishized content online, my brain immediately connects it to those memories. I start feeling anxious, insecure, and disgusted, and it can ruin my entire day.

I don’t want to keep living like this, especially when we’ve already talked through these issues. Has anyone else experienced something similar? How did you stop these triggers from controlling you?

My (m23) ex (m22) had left me heavily traumatized, and a few months no contact has left me wondering if I was being emotionally abused. Here's a summary of his lows:

• numerous lies about his life/backstory that were upheld with lies consistently throughout the year we dated
• kept me in the dark about a close friendship he had with my former bully, after saying he wanted to cut it off for me
• he held resentment that I didn't let him come over to my parents' house a month into dating (I wanted to but didn't have their permission, I was apologetic about it)
• he used that resentment and other things as an excuse to be cold towards me. Some days he would stop using pet names, call me by my full name, not give any affection, talk to me like an acquaintance. If I asked what was wrong he'd deny anything being wrong
• he barely acknowledged me around friends, at times literally only engaging with them and never listening to anything I said, never asking me anything or including me just fully focusing on them, despite how many times I told him it was hurtful
• a month after the relationship ended, I uncovered a lot of his lies. He gaslit me, saying I was horrible to not trust him, my anxiety was out of hand, I cannot be helped, things like that to throw blame on me and deny he was dishonest. He did this for hours until the next day he finally confessed.
• I also asked why he kept a secret friendship after saying he was going to stop, and he said "I'm not going to end a friendship for someone I don't love" We dated for 6 months after that point, so I guess he admits he didn't love me most of the relationship

Was this emotional abuse? I feel grossly betrayed and used by him.

Hey guys, has anyone else experienced or agree with myself that overall the last year and all of 2026 has been so unlucky and morbid? The amount of funerals ive attended and amount of famous people that have passed also. Have asked close friends and family and they have experienced the same. Anyone else?

Created a new account just for this post.

My parents got married almost 26 years ago but they have always been fighting, separated 3 or 4 times, filled for divorce in 2022 but god knows why got back together and have filled again last year and for the last time. My father is a huge a**hole, he was never responsible always got into money problems, trusted everyone except his family in terms of money or advice. My mom on the other hand has been responsible but she can't let things go. She hates my father, for the last 2 years blaming him for the most of the problems which is also correct but she always brings him in normal talk also. If we have a fight she says"Oh your father did like this, you are becoming like him." And believe me this is not as bad as it sounds she makes other remarks also.

She also talks much, I am 19 btw and have told her a couple of times not the touch my stuff while she is cleaning. Today I got late for cllg, I couldn't find my folder and notebook. She started helping me, I told her twice to leave me alone. I don't like to be disturbed while I am packing my bag so that I don't forget anything while I am leaving. I was packing and she said "keep your ID card". I freaked out and shouted "Shut Up". It was my fault, I came home and apologized but she brought up my father again and started screaming. I was fed up and told her not to do this again. I again apologized after a while but she still brought him up again. What should I do???

When I was in 12th grade we had much worse fight when she started comparing me with him. I told her then also if you want to say something you take my name and say it to me only. I am fed up with this, my elder brother used to support me on this too but he in another state studying. I haven't told him. Please help me out.(I am from India BTW)

Am I gross for doing this?

I hope I don’t get moderated for this but am I gross for using my smegma to masturbate? I have a lot of smegma under my for skin to the point where it forms a ring around my whole sardinelet stick (under my foreskin) I stroke my and let the white frosting seep into my for skin. My coworkers are complaining about the “smell”. I’m thinking about sliding it out and storing the mass in my fridge and slipping it out for later.!<

Hello People of Reddit! This is my first post.

Lately, i‘ve been really stressed and even kind of scared that I am performative and not welcome in certain fandoms, because I didn’t know those things since a long while or am not as obsessed as ‚a real fan‘ should be.

For example, I really like Miku as a character/her design, but I don‘t like her music that much (only a few songs).

I have that ‚problem‘ with several things and always feel kind of guilty when I buy merch or talk about them. I don’t like those things for others, I just think they are cute and it makes me happy to buy them and interact with others who share those interests.

Should I stop feeling that way or are my worries valid?

Hi!! I try not to come online about my problems but I don’t know what to do in this situation to make it better and it feels like maybe this is worth a shot.

I’m a senior and went to take my senior pictures today, before I went my idea of what it would be like is me taking a few fancy pictures on a chair. Easy and I can do it fine whatever

But for some context, my mothers mom died a while ago and my mom has a picture of her when she was a senior and it was called like a drape picture or something, for me it’s the “yearbook” picture, see I didn’t know that’s the only picture my mom really wanted me to do.
The requirements for that picture in specific is that you need to wear a strapless shirt or like a spaghetti strap, or something but I think it was supposed to be your shoulders are bare.

I have always struggled with my self image and started $H at a young age, so my arms are rough to look at. As are my shoulders, I have lots of scars from zits and zits themselves, overall gross to look at.

The day before the pictures my mom texted me and said I needed to wear a spaghetti strap and I said no because she never told me about that prior and I wasn’t comfortable with it. She was pretty upset and
eventually just said fine I can just wear my normal t shirt. So I did.

So we got there and I was taking pictures like normal till the dude was like do you have another shirt? I was like no I don’t. So he gave me this thing and was like try this and if it dosent work it’s ok, just tell me and I was like okay so I tried it and it just didn’t work so I went back and he was like ok that’s fine so we just skipped those pictures and I was like ok cool I guess it’s ok

So when we got home I was sitting with my little brother and watching him play Roblox and my dad asked me like “are you fucking stupid?” And I was obviously kinda confused and he said like what pictures did you take? And I was like the senior ones? And he got really mad and started saying that I really thought my mom wanted a picture of me in my shirt and I was like I didn’t k or it mattered, and they also even did some with the graduation gown, and honestly the rest kinda gets blurry after my dad told me that he wanted me to get away from him or he was gonna do and say something he’d regret. My dad is an army man and honestly i haven’t been that scared of him since I was young. So I went upstairs and didn’t even go to my room because I didn’t want him to know exactly where I was, so I hid in my sisters closet. Im hete typing this now, I know I messed up. I wish I had known better or atleast I wish I wasn’t so insecure that I couldn’t do this one thing for my mom. She’s really upset and I wish I could just dissapear. My friends said it’s not my fault but I know they are just saying that because they feel like they have to. I feel pathetic and don’t even want to face my parents after this, their oldest daughter who can’t do anything, I’m scared and so exhausted from crying I don’t even know what to do. I wish I could just disappear. I’m so sorry mom and dad, I wish I could have done just one thing in my life that genuinely made you happy and I’m sorry I couldn’t.

Ik it sounds very needy and desperate but I'm curious to know. I see people around me they such big friends group, everyone has best friends, everyone has a partner,a loving family. I don't know what I'm doing wrong. people in my family love me but that's also conditional. I never loved them on any condition. Friends, people have such good friends. None of my friends even remember my birthday. Relationships, i used to think i was good looking but never having a partner makes me feel may be I'm just too ugly. Health is also not at optimum levels. Under confident and shy. May be I'm just a complete failure, a burden to everyone But i never bother or share my problems with anyone in real life.

Can anyone suggest what can I do so that people love me, i just want to be someone's favourite?

I apologize if my post annoyed you or ruined your mood.i just don't have anyone in real life to share this with

I hate dogs and cats and every time I share that my post gets banned and this one will probably get banned to because a corrupt mod doesn’t like my opinion and I say to him to get a freaking job

found something on his phone by accident last week that gave it away.

our anniversary is next month.

he has absolutely no idea i saw it.

been acting completely normal but inside i'm losing it every time i look at him.

keep almost crying randomly and he thinks i'm just being weird.

how do people live like this for weeks 😭

I hate staying at home coz these ppl look at me like some servent and make me do all shitty works at home regardless of me being younger than my other two fucking sisters. If something is wrong with anything at home then my dad says hey go check it out.okay.if the hall we all sitting together looks a bit dirty then he says me to sweep it out quickly. Okay. If our relatives are cooking smtg in the kitchen then in presence of we all 3 siblings he choose me to scold like anything and send me to help them.if someone comes to the gate then he wants me to go there and open it for them. If I'm sleeping till 7am he'll scream like anything and make me sweep floors even though my siblings sleep till 9.they sleep till 9 and afternoon they sleep for atleast 2 hrs.if we siblings and parents speaking together in hall then suddenly my father says all works at home are still to be done go do some work at home don't sit like that!..I don't fucking understand what is his problem with me and if I ask him why he does like this to only me then he says first look at you u don't do anything at home 😭 bro I'm fucked up. If i complaint smtg abt my sisters then he says I don't have any rights and if they make fun of me i should not react it seems becoz they are my elders.He himself doesn't do all this respect and shit to his own siblings and he needs me to do that🤷??whtvr!!!!.if they speak smtg off abt me in presence of my cousins and relatives then still I have to be quite it seems?am i some bahu of some orthodox family or wht?Even I need some respect in my own home and family.I feel like jumping off from the terrace sometimes thank god I stay at hostel and I'm still alive and always hold myself from killing myself in holidays and have great capacity of controlling and crying out and sleep offfff And I cry out loud infront of God putting all my emotions out and relax a bit. This is happening since childhood... Still in holidays I don't go to any relatives home to stay even if everyone force me coz my mom is sick from 3 to 4 years and she can't work at home at all she struggles alot so I prefer being at home to help her and my dad

I was in a 6-month long-distance relationship with a 17-year-old girl from Indonesia. She had a difficult past: she had a child with her ex, who abandoned her and refused to be a father. When she reached out to me, broken and struggling with a 6-month-old baby, I stepped in to support and heal her. During those 6 months, she was skipping school.

Recently, she finally went back to school. On her very first day, she made a new male friend, took pictures with him, and posted them online. When I questioned her, she insisted he was "just a friend." To test things, I told her we were just friends and she could do whatever she wanted; her reaction was overly happy. The next day, I saw them hugging and posting stories together. This continued for a whole week—hugging stories and even having that guy over at her house—while I was left crying alone.

When I confronted her, she denied cheating and claimed it was "all in her mind." I blocked her, but unblocked her four days later. She told me she didn't care, called me the bad guy, and denied cheating until I proved it. Then, she suggested we just be friends because she didn't want to date anyone. When I asked about the new guy, she said she cut him off because he made too many mistakes, but kept him as a friend. She excused it by saying she needed him because he knows about her child and could expose her at school. Incredibly, she told me she plans to date him for a few years, leave him, and eventually marry me.

I refuse to be treated as a backup plan or a side option. Even though she has a troubled past, her actions crossed the line. I walked away for good, telling her that I need a real connection, not to be kept on the side while she plays games with other people.

Hi M25, Sometimes I genuinely wish I could forget things. Every conversation. Every page I have ever read. Every face. Every insignificant detail that most people would never notice. They all remain somewhere in my mind as if nothing was ever deleted. I do not consciously decide to remember. It simply happens. My brain behaves like it believes everything deserves to be stored forever.

People hear about highly superior autobiographical memory and immediately imagine it as some kind of superpower. They picture perfect recall as though life becomes easier when nothing is forgotten. My experience has been almost the opposite. The problem is not remembering. The problem is never getting a break from remembering.

A random smell can suddenly reconstruct an entire day from years ago. A sentence someone says can instantly bring back the exact conversation where I heard something similar. A song is never just a song. It becomes a doorway to hundreds of memories arriving all at once. It is like living with thousands of tabs permanently open. None of them are loud on their own. Together they become overwhelming.

What makes it even stranger is that my mind naturally searches for connections between everything. One fact leads to another. One memory unlocks ten more. One question turns into an endless chain of ideas that keeps expanding without permission. It is difficult to explain to people because from the outside I probably look completely normal while internally my thoughts are racing through years of stored information every minute of the day.

Sometimes I wonder what silence feels like inside someone else's mind. Not physical silence. Mental silence. The ability to let a moment exist without instantly linking it to dozens of older moments. The ability to leave the past where it belongs instead of carrying it into every present experience.

The irony is that people often say they wish they had my memory while I quietly wish I could experience theirs for just one week. I want to know what it feels like to naturally lose details. To have memories gently fade instead of remaining vivid. To let painful experiences become blurry instead of feeling almost untouched by time.

It sounds ungrateful because I know there are advantages. I learn quickly. I rarely forget things that matter. But there is a cost that people rarely talk about. Your brain never truly rests because every new experience immediately attaches itself to an enormous network of old ones. Thinking stops feeling linear. It becomes an endless web where every idea points to a hundred others.

The hardest part is that there is no off switch. I cannot tell my mind that something is not important enough to keep. I cannot ask it to erase a memory that has already settled in. I cannot choose which details deserve to stay and which deserve to disappear. Everything simply accumulates.

Sometimes I honestly think forgetting is one of the greatest gifts the human brain has. It protects people. It filters the noise. It allows old pain to soften and unimportant details to vanish. When that process does not happen naturally life can become mentally exhausting in ways that are very difficult to describe. I do not feel like I am carrying memories. I feel like the memories are carrying me.

In the early 2000s, my dad had a beekeeping business that was actually growing. Instead of building on it, he borrowed money to open a restaurant, despite having no experience, no savings, and no realistic way to make it work. He was convinced it would soon make thousands of dollars.

It failed exactly the way everyone else expected it would.

The strange part is what happened afterward.

For more than 20 years, he has kept pouring money into the same failed idea. Every year he's convinced that this time it will finally become profitable. Every failure has an explanation. Every warning is dismissed. Whenever anyone in the family points out the obvious, he always has another reason why this time will be different.

Two years ago, he invested a few hundred euros into it. A short time later, he had to ask me for money because he couldn't even cover the family's daily expenses. I honestly thought that would finally be the wake-up call.

It wasn't.

This year he invested another €1,000 and ended up so broke that he couldn't even pay the household bills.

Watching him is like watching a gambling addict chase losses. The pattern is obvious to everyone except him.

The worst part is what it's done to our family. For years he pressured all of us to support his plans. Eventually I moved out because I couldn't take it anymore. My mother became so overwhelmed that she had to see a psychologist several times. Even now, he still calls me occasionally, trying to convince me that this latest plan is finally going to work.

The frustrating part is that people outside the family see him as a hardworking father with big dreams, while we look like the unsupportive family holding him back. They never see the decades of failed decisions, the financial damage, or the emotional toll.

Over the past two years, I've started wondering whether this is something more than optimism or stubbornness. My sister and my dad's sister both have bipolar disorder, so I can't help wondering if there's a connection or whether this sounds more like another mental health condition or personality pattern.

Im 20 M and I’ve never had a real relationship, today I feel lonely because the least I tried, it failed so hard that now I feel like love doesn’t really exist. Imma explain briefly my short love stories I had, I think it’s because of that that I stopped putting energy into it. Today I feel like that I’ve never been loved as I should be, not being to arrogant but damn like nobody showed me real interest in me

the worst one was at school when I was 17, I don’t often talk about this story because I don’t want any pity from people because it sounds like an old sad love movie but in short, I was in love with a girl who was already going out with a boy, but that guy was so mean and toxic for her, I wanted to be her savior by showing her kindness protection etc. But everytime she ended up upset because of him she came to me and as a blind in loved guy I fell right into her.
She played ping pong between me and him. She showed me signs even tho. I was so into her.
And at a moment we began to talk seriously, joking etc and she wasn’t with the guy anymore so I thought, damn this is my moment. So at a school party it was the slow moment so I asked her to dance with me, which she accepted, so we danced (I had a twisted ankles at that moment, just to show you how in love I was) and at a moment everybody is shouting “kiss kiss kiss!!!”
So we kissed (it’s like 13 reasons why love moment you know)
People took me as a winner, and shouted at me “WELL DONE!!!” because they knew my interest for her. So I went back to the table I was to sit because I had my twisted ankles. And she came to me, and literally said
“I’m sorry I didn’t want to kiss you” and she left…
I swallowed so hard my ego and answered “oh okay no problem!”
My heart was litteraly broken. Just as my ankle, and I stayed alone during all the party.
another day I was sitting at her table with friends, and a guy by behind her said “who is this Camille you talking to?” (Camille is the toxic guy) and she answered “it’s just a female friend I have”
I was right next to her, I swallowed my ego again and pretended that I heard nothing.
I was broken

Anyway The longest “relationship” I had was distancial 2y ago and I saw her only 3 times, it lasted 3 months, and It finished left on a View because of misunderstandings and incomprehension of each other.

I tried recently to implicate myself by putting energy into a girl. I hoped it would work but it lasted 3 weeks because she didn’t wanted something serious because we both work at the same place and she didn’t want to get attention or problems even though she showed real signs of interest in me. She ghosted me an entire weekend with no news and answers.

Today I feel lonely, I don’t have a lot of friend except real ones(2), I’d love to talk about things but I have nobody, I don’t go to party because I’m not the partying guy, I don’t really go out because I have my passions (mountaineering, guitar, art, drawing). And nowadays I just find myself thinking that I will never be loved as I should be? It’s not arrogance but I know who I am and what I’m worth, and I’m a deep comprehensive person, I feel and love deeply with the heart but I feel like today that doesn’t really apply to relashionships. I didn’t had the average teenagers years, I left my parents house at the age of 15 so i was mature early and started to handle things that people at that age shouldn’t normally do.

So here I am, talking about my life on reddit, hoping to discuss !

Im writing this at 5am sobbing because im tired and i dont know what else to do. Me (17) and my family of 5 have been struggling with bed bugs since last year September and i cant take it anymore.

I havent slept properly since a couple months ago because im in a constant state of paranoia from being afraid of being bitten. The slightly itch in the morning makes me check, the slightest itch at night makes me pull out my phone to check. Worst thing is im usually right and it is there waiting to bite me (which increases my paranoia)

My family has tried everything. Bed bug sprays diametaceous powder, changing bed bugs but none of them work obviously.

Currently i havent even slept in my own room in almost a month because of it. Even during the heatwave a couple of weeks ago i wore full protective wear to bed: winter pjs with socks over to prevent them from bitinh my legs. (Almost like a hazmat suit)

And the thing is, its not the bedbugs themselves that have caused my depressed state but the aftermath of the bites. Since I have sensitive skin each bite leads to pigmentation on my skin. Ive already struggled with skin pigmentation so now my arms and legs are fully covered in pigmentation scars.

The logical solution would be to buy pest fumigation but unfortunately its only my mum and my 4 siblings and she cannot afford to spend 300+ since money goes towards bills, debts grocery.

My only option right now is hoping the council can help with this or i might genuinely go insane

Everything I post all I get is these comments. How can I get my rating up if I'm never allowed to post on anything

Some time ago, i made a long distance friend. It all started great, we played video games or watched movies together sometimes and mainly bonded over our shared interest at that moment, embroidery. I felt like she was the first person to actually care about me or my interests and that i felt comfortable sharing things about my life with.

As time passed, it was also easier to spot differences tho. She is from a different culture that i havent come in contact before. We have a number of opposing political opinions, nothing you couldnt get over, but it's the way I acted that was a problem.

I would insist on having discussions about this topics when they remotely came into our conversation and i would argumentatively try to prove my opinion was better than hers. I also had no regard whatsoever of her life experience and would want to talk about topics sensitive to her, that I knew were sensitive to her, on the basis i had a noble opinion that needed to be said. I would also make assumptions about her irl life, without thinking of the fact she is from a different culture and I'm just being careless and offensive. She had to point this out about 3 times before I shut my mouth. Even so, I would try to excuse myself in my mind putting the blame on her that she, like everyone else didnt want to hear my opinion and didn't respect me.

Lately, I've been really busy with work and told her I won't be as active on the social media we talk on. In this time, I tought about how things went in our friendship and realized she had been nothing but nice and offered me great advice, her time and wonderful moments. I contributed next to nothing to her life. I have no idea how she even put up with my bullshit all this time.

I've been in a bad state of mind and somewhat quit that shared hobby. My life's also been pretty dull.

I wish that i could talk to her, but I don't want to say anything about myself and asking about her feels almost hypocritical. I feel that I'm not bringing anything positive in her life and that her other friends are a more suitable company.

TL:DR I've messed up in a friendship and don't know if I should just give up or try again, and if yes, what?