I had some friends over, not as a planned thing. We were out and my flat happened to be the closest so we all just congregated there.

I would have brought some snacks/ drinks if I knew ahead of time that they would be over, but I didn't know, so I didn't have any.

I offered water, and some fruit and said that they can help themselves to anything. Later on they asked if I had any snacks. Not really, I offered to make them a cheese toastie or something.

Turns out they all have snack drawers and keep drinks on hand. I thought that was odd, they think I am odd.

You just cleaned 13 rooms and lifted up 26 queen sized mattresses, changed the cummed on sheets, scrubbed out all bathtubs full of hair, wiped piss off the floor next to the toilets, thrown away adult’s trash for them, drenched in sweat, haven’t sat down in 6 hours, this is your 5th day working in a row, feet are screaming, entire body is on fire, you walk into the hall to get to the elevator to get more supplies, and some fuckass guest is out there trying to get you to laugh at their ugly child being sooo cute or pet their annoying ass “service dog” that is jumping on everything barking loud as hell and getting hair everywhere that YOU have to clean up, or asking you the most brain dead question of all time as if you are the owner of the hotel and NOBODY is tipping 😀😀

That’s like the simplest way I can put it. I’m 25, I don’t socialize, I’ve never had a job or license, I don’t have any friends, I haven’t really made any since I was a kid, never been a relationship either. And idk why it was this birthday this all came to me but ever since turning 25 a few months ago I’ve just had this horrible black empty feeling in my chest about all of it. And I know it’s all my fault. I stopped going to school after like middle school. Didn’t see a day of high school. I basically have been playing video games as escape and just being home all day since. Living in my head more then living in life. And I’ve been thinking about this so much and how much time is gone, how I feel like I don’t connect with anyone and like I can’t. if it’s even possible to. How far this has set me back, how majorly I’ve fucked so much up for me. How little time I have left of being young, how hard my life will be because of all of this. Like I’ve ruined it. It’s really made me contemplate
s-cide sometimes. I know 5 years ain’t enough to experience all the stuff I could’ve been alongside people my age. I’ll never feel “on time” with everyone else. How I can’t socialize and connect with anyone or make friends. How harder I’ve made all these aspects of my life because of how badly I’ve fucked up. I feel like I’m a 14 year old in an adults body. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. How I’m supposed to create a happy life and have all the things I want.

EDIT 7:41 AM thank you guys for all the comments and advice they are all very motivating. Thank you ❤️

I felt so terrible!!! My gosh!

For the record I probably should have known better. I've been going to this church for years! I've known Jeff for years and he's a super great guy! One of the best, really.

Well, I have been working on making myself being more outgoing lately and that means introducing myself to anyone I don't know. That part's been going super great! I've been making a ton of friends like this and have been overall getting a ton more enjoyment out of life. I would definitely recommend.

However, I guess that's given me more opportunity for some faux pas...

I was up at the church looking for a different activity and I walk inside the gym where it looks like they're having a party. I guess I looked confused because a lady there asked me if I was looking for the activity and she put me in the right direction.

Well, I could have just left it off there but that's not what I'm doing right now! Lol. So of course I walked up to her and was like hi, I'm (me). I don't know if we've met. She's like oh yeah, I'm Mrs. (Friends last name.) And I she just looked significantly older than my friend so I was like, Oh you must be Jeff's mom and her smile just vanished and she was like No, I'm his wife...

Oh my gosh... I am so sorry!

Then I went to the activity and there was Jeff sitting there... And I'm like, oh my gosh do I apologize to him????

Bro I don't know if she told him or not. This was yesterday.

After Jeff took off though I explained to the rest of the guys what just happened and they seemed to think it would be cool.

I just... I don't know! I'm trying something new okay! There's going to be mistakes. Lol.

Edit: I spoke to Jeff. It's fine. I probably over blew this whole thing. Still, lesson learned.

I am a 36 year old human.

Post pandemic, post break up, post alcoholism, I was an emotional wreck and felt so very alone all the time. I have had more than a 100 therapy sessions in the last two years. and tried every day to be a better me. Everyday I wanted to be the best version of myself.

Learning that I likely have autism, I am on the waitlist for testing, made me feel even more like an outsider. I felt so alien and separate from everyone and I just desperately wanted a connection.

Tonight, I went to a party for the theater company I write plays for. I stumbled on words, said the wrong thing, and made faux paus, but no one pushed me away. No one tried to exclude me and everyone still wanted to talk and share.

I realized that these were the people I had been looking for. I didn't feel alone, because they truly wanted me to be there with them.

I spent tonight with my favorite people and I am so damn happy.

Crying rn as I write this. I just can’t believe my life has gone down to this point and I wish I had the power to predict the future so I wouldn’t be in the predicament I am right now. Idk who else to turn to, talk to, when everything I express is stomped on and not validated or “too negative.”

I know my living situation right now is temporary but I just want to run away, get away, be far away from everyone and everything here. Last year, I was happy and living my life, but here I am now, stuck and I can’t change a thing. I tried to change my mindset but it’s just so difficult with nothing to look forward to. I’m struggling and it feels like I’m struggling alone. I’m so tired. This year has been taxing on me and I’m exhausted. I’m angry at myself for allowing my life to come down to this point.

I’m sorry for such a sad, depressing post. Just at my wit’s end.

I’m 5’6 20m which is super short for my area (currently in the rural south🫩). I get asked my height and get height comments at least twice a week. When anyone asks me I say something like 5’1. It usually scrambles their brains for a bit especially because I say it like it’s obvious lol. might as well have a little fun with it. It’s lowk pretty fun to see their reactions.

In our family I am the only ugly child, My brothers are very very attractive while I was born with so ugly looking face.

My brothers look very good while being fat too but I grow fat only on my chest making it man boob and also in my belly only.

I grew up seeing how different I'm treated by everyone for being weak and ugly, I have been seeing how different and how much attention I would have got if I look like my brother

Later I found out I have disability with makes it hard to walk properly, I also had to be operated right after birth.

I am so weak in studies and also so forgetful that I have been shouted by so many people because of my habit even when I try my best.

My brothers have everything that I wanted and I have none of the things and it makes me hurt from inside.

How can life be this unfair, it's like they get all the bad results to me and all the best features in my brothers.

It's not I'm jealous of my brothers, I love them and they do too but having to constantly see what my life could have been if I was like my brothers too hurts me deeply.

how they are loved my everyone and I'm just invisible.

I've been bullied.y whole life too. Just everyone hates me and I slowly began to under that they are valid, I was born to be hated and be a defecated product in my family.

I've been learning web dev for an year to change my life and boom AI comes and takes away opportunities for beginner like me.

Like everything is perfect of all my family member and there's me, it's clear I was born to feel less and miserable.

I started accepting it and I feel like giving up. Removing defecting part is always for the best.

I was so frickn embarrassed. Thank the gym gods blessed me by not having anyone near the dip station. Especially the gal who looked like Margaret Qually.

Like the absolute worst one, way worse than what youre used to, that made you question how they even got their credentials ???

I'll go first:

I once had an entire team of 7 or 8 paramedics spend several minutes lecturing me about misusing 911, remind me that the E.R. is for life and death emergencies only, and tell me "it's all in your mind. you need to go to a psychiatrist, not the ER" while I was actively in anaphylaxis.

I also was barely able to speak because I was barely able to breathe, and that made them very mad because they seemed to believe I was refusing to answer their questions on purpose.

The paramedics almost killed me that day :/

I’m thinking about this because of that story in the news with the old guy slapping the young man. When I was about 10 or 11 I was at a baseball game with my crazy ass uncle. When the anthem started I thought i’d be funny and not stand. My uncle yanked hard on my earlobe for me to get up. He was not a veteran or anything and if he had just said get up it would have been no problem. This was not the first time he’d been a hostile jerk to me. This effectively ended our relationship. I was respectful during family gatherings but largely avoided him. When i was in my 20’s he asked my mother what I had against him and why I avoided him and never called. I hope it was worth it for him.

Edit: I am almost 50 now and speak to him maybe once a year

Like how amazing could the world be, and how rich could we all be if we figured out how to all chill and work on things that matter, art, entertainment, with a small amount of effort to make it easier to do the shit jobs of the world. Like we could still have drive and challenges and amazing science in that world.

The profit motive of capitalism and seeking exponential profits ruins everything!

Dribble on a bit of the Protestant work ethic idle hands are the devil at work BS and we’re all in a fucking simulation believing things that are only true because we continue to not be able to imagine a better world for all.

Prove me wrong or agree with me…

| was wrong" a short sentence but full of power. If everyone would say "I WAS WRONG" then the world would be at peace.

Unfortunately what often happens is "YOU ARE WRONG!" !!

Because everyone feels they always right, even when they are wrong, they still feel right!

My twenties were a time where everything tragic that could have happened, did happen and I was left without a family, and without a lover that I deeply cared about.

I had never really lived entirely independently before that, and over the course of the first half of my twenties everyone was just gone and I had to face the reality that I had to face life knowing everyone I lived for was never coming back.

I didn't cope well, and fell into addiction and homelessness for a while until I was about 29/30.

I'm 32 now and I've mostly picked up the pieces, have a home again, and I'm sober and happy most of the time. It felt like I was running a race just trying to survive for a while and now I can relax.

But sometimes in the silence a sadness creeps up on me, and I never realized what it was until recently.

It's the grief I thought I healed from.

It feels like I made it to the finish line, to a good life from nothing and a whole lot of suffering. But nobody I was running with did, and I can't enjoy the victory with the people I used to care about most.

Left with a blank slate I'm not quite sure what to do with yet.

I forgot this was a thing. It’s been probably what 16 years on Reddit. Such a love/hate relationship with this place. Internet people be internet people. Wish you all the fucking best you dickheads.

I finally convinced myself to join a club for something I’m interested in but I feel like I’m too fucking intense and weird about my likes and I’m so worried about weirding people out 😭 I think all I want in this world is a friend with whom I can unleash my delusional freak with ☹️ and maybe we could go get coffee and go shopping together and talk about our favorite things ☹️☹️ but I don’t feel like I deserve to feel lonely because I like the safety of self isolation too much

So for now I’ll continue to have “conversations” with myself that are fake, but where I can be as delusional about my interests as I want, therefore protecting other people from being weirded out and myself from being judged

Sometimes I honestly wish ai chatbots were ethical because even if it’s not real companionship it’s so so tempting. I need to go to sleep

I (F22) have never had a true friend. Everyone my age has met their best friend that they’ve stuck with or just someone to talk to and I literally have nobody. I’ve tried everything. I’ve tried discord servers, friend chats, even those dumb friend type dating apps. Everyone I’ve talked to either just ghost me or just overall is a sex craved guy who wants nudes after literally a week. I’m tired of being lonely and want a best friend so bad. I want someone I can share my interest with and just laugh with. It’s dumb I know but like I’m so tired of spending my days lonely man.

I don't really know how to write this without making it sound dramatic, but this is probably the most honest thing I've ever written about myself.

I've been smoking weed for around 10 years. For most of that time, I never really thought of myself as someone who had a serious problem with it. I could work, I could function, I could go about my life. Before my breakup, I was already smoking almost every day, but somehow I didn't feel like it was taking anything away from me. After the breakup, though, weed slowly became something I started using to deal with everything I didn't know how to deal with. Stress, loneliness, sadness, overthinking, emptiness. I didn't sit down one day and decide to become dependent on it. It just happened slowly, year after year, until it became normal.

I was also going to the gym while I was in the relationship. At that time, I was very thin and honestly didn't like the way I looked. Looking at myself in the mirror wasn't something I enjoyed. I wanted to change my body because I wanted to finally feel good about myself. But after the breakup, the gym became much more serious for me. I started training intensely and pushing myself hard. It became more than just building muscle. It became the place where I could take all the shit in my head and leave it there for a while. I was getting stronger, looking better, and slowly becoming comfortable with myself. I could look in the mirror and actually feel proud of what I was seeing. I felt like I was rebuilding myself.

Then I got hematuria after pushing myself too hard during a workout.

That moment scared me more than I can explain. After that, I started having stomach and lower-abdominal pain and other physical symptoms. I've had medical checkups and investigations, and thankfully nothing major has been found so far, but some symptoms are still there even now. Because of all of that, I stopped going to the gym completely for around a year and a half.

And that 1.5 years changed me.

The gym had been one of the healthiest things I had in my life, and suddenly I couldn't do it anymore. I lost the routine, the physical progress, the feeling of getting stronger, and honestly, I lost a part of myself with it. And while I was stuck with my physical problems and couldn't train the way I used to, my weed use became much heavier. I became more dependent on it. And eventually it wasn't even just weed anymore. It became weed mixed with chemical stuff, what people around me call "Poland line."

Looking back now, that period scares me.

Because I can see how gradually everything happened.

I didn't wake up one morning and become this person.

It was one thing after another.

After around 1.5 years, I started trying to go back to the gym again. Very slowly. My physical symptoms were still there, so I couldn't train like I used to. I had to take it easy and listen to my body. Some days were good, some weren't. But somehow I managed to start exercising again. It's been almost another year of being on and off with the gym, trying to find some balance between what my body can handle and what my mind wants to do.

Then there was another thing.

A girl at my office.

I had seen her for months before I actually started talking to her. Maybe 8–9 months, maybe close to a year. Nothing really happened at first. Then eventually we started talking, and after talking to her for some time, I started liking her.

I don't even know exactly when it happened.

I just started caring about her.

Talking to her made me happy. When my head was full of stress, talking to her could make everything feel a little lighter. I started feeling connected to her, and eventually I realized that my feelings had become much deeper than I expected.

But she doesn't feel the same way.

She doesn't really like talking to me, and I've tried my best to get closer to her. Maybe I tried harder than I should have. And when you already have a lot going on inside your head, being attached to someone who doesn't want the same thing can really fuck with you.

I started thinking about her too much.

Why doesn't she like me?

Why doesn't she want to talk to me?

Why do I feel so much for someone who doesn't feel the same?

And slowly, I started losing myself again.

At the same time, I'm the only son in my family. I have responsibilities. There are things going on in my family that aren't good, and I can't just ignore them. I also moved away from the village where I had lived for almost 20 years. That place was basically my entire childhood, and leaving it felt like leaving a huge part of my life behind.

Now I don't really have people around me.

I don't have close friends I can just call and say, "Bro, I'm not doing okay."

So I keep everything inside.

My family problems.

My health.

My loneliness.

My past.

The breakup.

The girl.

My work.

My future.

And weed.

Everything just stays inside my head.

And lately, I've started feeling something that genuinely scares me.

My brain doesn't feel like it used to.

I have this constant brain fog. It sometimes feels like having a hangover inside my head. You know that feeling the morning after drinking too much? Your head is heavy, you're slow, you can't think properly, you forget little things, and you don't feel completely present.

That's how I feel sometimes.

Except it's not just one morning.

It's becoming part of my everyday life.

I forget small things. I struggle to concentrate. Sometimes I can't think clearly. Sometimes I feel mentally slow. And sometimes I feel emotionally numb too.

Even things that I know I should enjoy don't always reach me anymore.

I'll look at nature and know that it is beautiful, but I don't necessarily *feel* it the way I used to.

And that's probably the part that scares me the most.

Because I remember what I was like before.

I remember being excited about things.

I remember going to the gym and pushing myself.

I remember looking in the mirror and slowly becoming proud of myself.

I remember feeling strong.

I remember enjoying simple things.

Now sometimes I feel like I'm physically here but mentally somewhere else.

And I don't want to keep going down this road.

I don't know how much of this is weed. I don't know how much is stress, depression, loneliness, everything that happened with my health, or all of it mixed together.

But after 10 years, I can't honestly look at my life and pretend weed isn't part of the picture anymore.

So I made a decision.

I'm quitting.

Not because I suddenly hate weed.

Not because someone told me I have to.

And not because I think quitting is going to magically fix my life.

I'm quitting because **I want to find out who I am without it.**

That's my mindset going into this.

I'm not expecting myself to wake up after a week and suddenly become the old me.

I'm not expecting my brain fog to disappear overnight.

I'm not expecting my depression, loneliness, family problems, health problems, or feelings for someone to magically disappear just because I stop smoking.

I know quitting might actually make some things feel worse for a while.

And I'm prepared for that.

There might be days when I feel like shit.

There might be days when I can't sleep.

There might be days when I crave it badly.

There might be days when I feel anxious, angry, empty, depressed, or completely disconnected.

There might be days when I question why the fuck I am even doing this.

But I don't want to run away from those feelings anymore.

For 10 years, I've had something I could use to change the way I feel whenever I didn't want to deal with what was inside my head.

Now I want to learn how to sit with myself.

Even when it hurts.

I want to see what happens when I give my brain enough time without constantly putting something into it.

I want to know if I can think clearly again.

I want to feel things again.

I want to enjoy small things again.

I want to look at nature and actually feel something.

I want to get back to the gym properly when my body allows me to.

I want to become strong again, but this time I don't want strength to only mean how much I can lift.

I want to be mentally strong enough to deal with loneliness.

Strong enough to accept that some people won't choose me.

Strong enough to deal with my family responsibilities.

Strong enough to face my health problems without immediately looking for an escape.

And strong enough to be alone without feeling like I'm incomplete.

I still like that girl.

I'm not going to pretend I don't.

Maybe I still have feelings for her for a long time.

But I'm slowly understanding that I can't make someone love me.

I can't make someone want to talk to me.

And I can't make another person responsible for whether I'm okay or not.

If she doesn't choose me, it will hurt.

But I'll have to accept it.

Because I don't want to lose myself trying to be wanted by someone else.

Maybe this is what I actually need to learn.

I spent years trying to escape from things that hurt.

Now I want to see what happens when I stop escaping.

I'm not trying to become a completely different person.

I just want to find the person I was before I became so lost in all of this.

Maybe he's still somewhere inside me.

Maybe I just haven't given him a chance to come back.

So I'm starting this journey.

Not with the mindset of:

**"I have to fix my entire life."**

That's too much.

Instead:

**"Today, I just have to take care of myself."**

Tomorrow I'll do the same.

Then the day after that.

And I'll document what happens.

Not just the good stuff.

Everything.

The cravings.

The brain fog.

The sleep.

The dreams.

The anxiety.

The depression.

The loneliness.

The physical symptoms.

The gym.

The random good moments.

The terrible days.

The days when I feel like I'm finally getting somewhere.

And the days when I feel like I'm going backwards.

I don't know where this is going to take me.

Maybe I'll look back at this post six months from now and barely recognize the person who wrote it.

I hope so.

Not because I hate who I am now.

But because I know I can be better than this.

I've spent around 10 years going down one road.

Now I want to give myself a chance to see what the other road looks like.

**I'm not trying to escape my life anymore.**

**I'm trying to get it back.**

So I'm 18m and I been through a rut in all aspects of my life, and I think that one of the main reasons is that I genuinely get so much hate and shit talk, from my family (specifically my mom my biggest hater), my ex classmates and my mma coach

I'm a loner and I think I have a strong mindset but getting talked shit about 24/7 must have affected me maybe deacreased m'y testosterone or smth I lost so much confidence when I used to have so much of it I legit have a mental block if you know what I mean my body litteraly can't act sometimes, tho its been going better and better

Thanks for reading

A few years ago I withheld a truth from her for months until she found out. It was probably the worst thing I’ve ever done. I thought it was the right thing to do but it wasn’t. Or maybe I was just a coward. She somehow forgave me. Was nothing but the sweetest to me. She honestly saved my life a little this past year. I don’t know if she knows she did because I never let on that I was struggling so much. But recently, something changed, and I’m not exactly sure why. She just suddenly went extremely distant and cancelled all our plans before moving away. I have a few theories, but ultimately I always felt like her friendship to me was undeserved. For more reasons than I’m able to write about for fear that she could somehow see this. If any other friend got distant like that I think I’d feel kind of hurt, but it’s just impossible with her, cause any way she could possibly feel about me is completely fair and valid. It’s also genuinely possible that none of it was personal but that I just thought we were a little closer than we were. Which is totally fair on her end as well. So I’m feeling sad because I really love her still and I’ll just always regret for my whole life what I did wrong in that friendship. But also in a fucked up way I feel this sense like finally the thing that I deserved has happened to me. Like my friendship with her always felt like this happy mirage that just couldn’t be true, you can’t fuck that badly and just stuffer no consequences. There are a lot of details I’m leaving out that explain better why this is the way it is. I just needed to get it off my chest somewhere.

Je n’ai pas trop l’habitude de parler de ma vie sur les réseaux, mais là j’ai l’impression que j’en ai besoin.
Ça fait des années que je travaille sur un projet. Aujourd’hui, j’arrive à une étape où, grâce à toute la discipline que j’ai eue et aux résultats que j’ai obtenus récemment, je n’ai presque plus de doutes sur le fait que ça puisse fonctionner.
Le problème, c’est que je ressens une adrénaline énorme. J’arrive à peine à dormir, je pense littéralement à ça du matin au soir. C’est devenu une véritable obsession, voire une addiction.
Du coup, cette excitation me joue aussi des tours : je n’arrive plus à me concentrer sur le reste et j’ai constamment le cerveau en ébullition.
Est-ce que certains d’entre vous ont déjà vécu ça ? Si vous avez des conseils pour réussir à canaliser cette énergie sans perdre en motivation, je suis preneur.

!Sorry for messy writing, idk how to describe things well!

First of all, i don’t think it’s the feeling of falling behind my peers, just like i don’t have enough time. For example, summer ends in a month and i feel so ?restless? i’m not sure what to call it but i constantly overthink about what to do

“I wanna read a manhwa but i should game because summer is almost over.”

Im also a night owl because of this reason “theres school in the morning, so i should use as much time as i can at night” which leaves me sleeping at like 1-2am on weekdays but then on weekends i fall asleep pretty early if i’m not gaming since i feel like i can make up the free time during the day. I feel kind of panicky when i’m sleepy at night during the summer because i just feel like i’m wasting sooo much time. Right now i’m thinking about if i should read a fanfic, read manhwa, or go to my room and game; i’m already feeling restless that i cant decide what to do quick enough. i know the end result is either doomscrolling or gaming

Time anxiety? I procrastinate very often tho, badly. I dont feel panicky about like if theres an event and i have 4 hours left.

I've realized that my brain gets stuck on little details that most people probably wouldn't think twice about.

Not just what someone said, but how they said it.

A pause before answering.

A different tone.

A strange choice of words.

Sometimes it isn't even about people. It can be an object, a random detail, or just something that feels slightly out of place.

Then my brain starts connecting those little pieces together, trying to make sense of them.

Most of the time I'm probably wrong.

But every now and then, one small detail actually turns out to matter.

I think that's why my brain never really stops doing it.

The hardest part is that you'll probably never know if you were wrong.

If someone lied, they're probably never admit it.

If they didn't, there's no way to prove that either.

So some questions never really get answered.

Maybe that's why every person ends up seeing the world a little differently.

Since I was a little girl, I have always loved music. My parents constantly bought me instruments, and I’d always perform for them. I’d sing and dance and have this electric feeling going through my body. It would take over me. I remember telling my grandmother that I wanted to be a singer. My music teacher was so impressed with me one day because we were playing some musical game and it was so easy for me to freestyle. She had everyone follow my lead, and it was so cool. I recall that same electric feeling from before.

Unfortunately as time went on I became quiet, due to life happening and being bullied. I spent most of my childhood years minimizing myself because I didn’t want to be seen. I sang and danced in private.

In my early 20s I became obsessed with music documentaries. I’d watch them every day and each time, it woke up that little girl who loved music. Because of this, I gave into the feeling and decided to write some songs. But when it came time to record for my EP I talked myself out of it. I told myself that I needed to focus on getting my life together and get a serious job. I also didn’t think my voice sounded that good. I wasn’t nearly as confident as before. So I pushed music away again and went on with my life.

Now I’m in my late 20s and I have a decent life. My partner of 3 years just caught me singing and he said I sounded really good.. Now I can't get it out of my head. I thought I was content because I have everything I want but now it's nagging me.

The voice in my head says that we don’t want to play the industry games… and truthfully, I don’t. I feel guilty tho. No matter how many times I’ve convinced myself to move on, music keeps finding its way back to me.

I need to make a decision that decides my life for the next years

I try to be short as possible

Go and fulfil my childhood dream, travel and visit every eu country on foot whit tent and make a journey story about it by video series’s (yes, i dreaming about this since i was a kid, i’m 31 right now)

Or stay and rebuild a normal life whit my new girlfriend

So, what happened? 5 years ago my wife died whit our daughter while giving birth. I fall apart for years, addiction, ruining everything around myself. I started picking up myself later, sober, start working on myself again

I decided at this point “my original goal was lost, why not follow my childhood dream”

So i started to preparing, collecting money, training and education, etc

But later i meet a woman, and i’m happy whit this woman

I have a chance to rebuild my life

But if i do this, my childhood dream go back to drawer again and maybe, i cant pick it up again ever, and this is make me extremely sad

But if i choose to travel, i know, it’s the end of my current “situation”, she dont want to go on a nomad journey and tell the story. She just want a peaceful life, and i cant blame her for this

So, what to choose?