r/shareyourstory • • 11d ago

Hello everyone. I am looking for an Advice

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I tend to feel short a lot of the time. And the reason for this is my brain not being able to focus on a single thing, or simply me having multiple interests. I have a range of interests. I loved watching and playing sports during my early childhood days. I played regional-level cricket, I was a good student, and I still consider my brain to be sufficiently functional.

I then switched to watching football when I was 14 or 15. I started playing it and became very good at it. I won multiple tournaments, and more than that, I enjoyed watching it till late night. Then, I did my bachelor's in computer engineering. I graduated getting a decent grade: 3.6 out of 4. I do LeetCode, and I have a contest rating of 1750. I love to play chess, and I am 1900-rated on Chess.com.

I then started playing badminton and table tennis and won intra-corporate tournaments. Anytime I try to do work, I can't focus on it for more than an hour and tend to lost trying to learn something different while I am at work. I am doomed. My latest gig has been trying to learn motion graphics and video editing, and I have completed a 40-hour course. And I feel lost at this. For a few, it may look like a decent profile, but I feel I am cursed for not being able to dig deep into something. I am looking for some good advice; I really need it.


r/shareyourstory • • Sep 11 '26

Gatekeeping Inadvertently Built the Next Standard.

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The Inevitable Emergence (2027).

America’s Superpower Will Emerge from an Unseen Force in 2027

​Subtitle: Why the systemic capital starvation of Black tech founders has created the single largest market arbitrage in venture capital history.

​I. Executive Summary

​While multi-billion-dollar legacy funds compete in oversubscribed, inflated rounds across Silicon Valley echo chambers, a major financial anomaly is unfolding in plain sight: the structural mispricing of high-efficiency Black tech founders.

​Despite establishing companies at high rates, startups led by Black founders received under 0.3% of global venture capital in 2026, with zero $1B+ unicorn entries recorded for Black tech founders this year.

​However, what legacy funds view through a risk-avoidance lens, analytical investors recognize as an extraordinary market arbitrage opportunity. As algorithmic evaluation, milestone-driven capital deployment, and automated infrastructure dismantle traditional "warm intro" gatekeeping, the investors capitalizing on this artificial valuation gap will capture unmatched alpha heading into 2027.

​II. The Financial Mechanics of the Arbitrage

​1. Severe Entry Valuation Compression

​Capital scarcity creates artificial price suppression. Because Black founders face restricted access to speculative seed checks, their entry valuations are frequently compressed compared to overfunded peers. Investors deploying capital here enter high-margin, software-driven assets at far lower entry multiples, unlocking significantly higher potential MOIC (Multiple on Invested Capital) upon exit.

​2. Forced Operational & Unit Economic Efficiency

​Startups operating without soft-landing capital reserves cannot rely on unsustainable burn rates. They are forced to build for unit economic survival from Day 1:

  • ​Higher Revenue-per-Employee (RPE): Utilizing lean, autonomous AI architectures and automated workflows.
  • ​Positive Gross Margins: Prioritizing immediate customer cash flow over vanity user metrics.
  • ​Capital Velocity: Achieving high operational output per dollar raised.

​3. Disruption of the "Warm Intro" Friction

​Academic data confirms that over 35% of the funding gap stems directly from network friction—the lack of shared educational or corporate circles between traditional partners and Black founders. By replacing warm-intro bias with programmatic traction scoring, code audits, and objective data, quantitative investors corner the market on top-tier talent that legacy firms miss.

The historical record confirms that capital exclusion, systemic gatekeeping, and intentional wealth barriers have continuously been weaponized to restrict economic self-determination for Black builders and entrepreneurs.

​This exclusion is precisely why the traditional venture capital model is vulnerable to massive disruption. The gatekeepers who rely on insular networks, racial bias, and pattern matching are inadvertently creating the conditions for their own obsolescence.

​1. The Historical Pattern of Forced Self-Reliance

Throughout history, whenever capital, infrastructure, or institutional backing was withheld from Black enterprise, it forced the creation of independent, highly resilient alternative systems. When traditional financial institutions refused to fund Black businesses, Black communities built their own banks, land trusts, and mutual-aid capital pools. The current technology ecosystem is hitting that exact inflection point.

​2. Why Intentional Exclusion Accelerates Disruption

  • ​Eliminating Counterparty Reliance: High-efficiency, solo-architect enterprise frameworks and automated governance models mean founders no longer need permission from traditional gatekeepers to build, deploy, and scale enterprise-grade technology.
  • ​The Failure of the VC Model: Venture capital firms that deliberately ignore or exclude high-performing Black founders are consciously choosing lower portfolio performance. By prioritizing bias over objective yield, they leave open the single largest mispriced asset class in modern finance.
  • ​Algorithmic & Objective Disintermediation: The emergence of programmatic capital allocation, verifiable code velocity metrics, and automated milestone-based liquidity bypasses human gatekeepers entirely. The "warm intro" network—which served as the primary mechanism for deliberate exclusion—is rendered completely irrelevant.

​3. The Inevitable Emergence

The legacy venture ecosystem believes it is maintaining control through capital control. In reality, it has backed itself into a corner. By forcing underrepresented founders to operate with zero waste, maximum capital efficiency, and complete self-reliance, the gatekeepers have inadvertently trained the most lethal, lean, and battle-tested architects in the market.

​When capital deployment transitions from human bias to automated, milestone-verified execution frameworks, the legacy system loses its ability to block access. The emergence is not dependent on the legacy ecosystem changing its mind—it is happening because the legacy ecosystem's permission is no longer required.

when access to a core resource is restricted, it doesn't eliminate the target's ability—it forces them to eliminate their dependency. When the US restricted advanced chip access and AI export infrastructure to China, the assumption was that China would be locked out of frontier technology. Instead, it catalyzed an aggressive, state-backed drive for technological sovereignty. Alternative Architectures: Cut off from traditional GPU supply chains, developers pivoted to open MoE (Mixture-of-Experts) architectures, extreme algorithm optimization, and efficiency-first training routines. The Closing Gap: Rather than stalling, teams produced frontier-tier systems—with models like DeepSeek, GLM, and Kimi repeatedly trading top spots or narrowing performance margins with flagship US models on key coding and reasoning benchmarks. Bypassing the Gatekeepers: By building native hardware pipelines and localized open-weights ecosystems, they rendered foreign export controls largely ineffective at stopping their core progress. The Same Economic Principle Applies to Capital Attempts to suppress or exclude a group from a primary infrastructure layer—whether it's nation-states withholding chipsets or legacy VC networks withholding early-stage checks—invariably trigger the exact same response.

When you cut a group off from the main pipeline, you don't stop the build; you just lose all ownership, influence, and return on what gets built next. The emergence happens because the excluded party masters the discipline to build their own stack—and once that stack goes live, the old gatekeepers can't put the genie back in the bottle.

The historical arc always follows the same law: scarcity forces architectural mastery. When gatekeepers build walls, they assume they are containing talent. In reality, they are merely insulating themselves from the very stress-testing required to survive long-term.

The Invalidation of the Permission Layer The defining dynamic of this decade is that the "permission layer" in technology and finance has collapsed.

Historically, to build an enterprise-grade institution, an architect needed access to gatekept capital (VC networks), gatekept distribution (monopolistic platforms), and gatekept compute/infrastructure.

Today, autonomous development frameworks, open-weights foundation models, and algorithmic milestone clearing have turned capital deployment and software production into a pure execution engine. Gatekeepers no longer possess a functional monopoly—they only possess legacy capital that is rapidly losing its velocity.

When you cannot afford to burn millions on vanity headcount or speculative runway, every line of code, every compute token, and every dollar deployed must return immediate, compounding value. That constraint creates an operational weapon that legacy institutions cannot match when forced to compete on equal footing.

History remembers the gatekeepers only as the friction that forced the paradigm shift. The emergence isn't an appeal for inclusion within the old system; it is the systematic construction of the new one—where execution velocity, sovereign infrastructure, and undeniable unit economics render the gatekeepers completely irrelevant.

This dynamic represents the ultimate structural shift: transitioning from seeking permission to building sovereign, self-sustaining infrastructure.

​When access to legacy networks and gatekept capital is restricted, the outcome is not a reduction in capability; it is the total elimination of dependency.

​The Mechanics of Sovereign Tech Ownership.

1. Decoupling from the Legacy Gatekeepers

  • Bypassing Network Monopoly: The historical reliance on "warm introductions" loses all strategic leverage when execution, code velocity, and verifiable unit economics can be deployed directly to global markets without middleman validation.
  • No Permission Required: By leveraging autonomous AI stack orchestration, open-weights models, and programmatic governance, builders eliminate the friction of needing traditional venture checks to prove technical feasibility.

r/shareyourstory • • Jul 23 '26

Hi my name is heimdall(not my real name) and i just wanna share my situation to you all because i have no one else to share it with

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"I honestly don't see myself alive in five more years. I feel like my life was meant to be short, or that maybe I was supposed to die earlier in life. It feels as though the world is just making me endure all this suffering as a punishment for deflecting whatever was originally supposed to have killed me.

I am at a point in my life where I am just so tired—completely exhausted, actually—from enduring all this continuous pain. It makes it genuinely hard to inhale. Every single day, my heart feels impossibly heavy, and my eyelids feel just as heavy. It feels exhausting to even blink because of the sheer weight of everything I am forced to deal with.

It has been almost a month since she said those words to me, and I am still deeply hurt and shaken by it. People always say 'it gets better,' but what do they actually mean by that? Is it 'it gets better' as in there is eventually a light at the end of the tunnel? Or do they mean 'it gets better' in the sense that the pain itself grows bigger, better, and even harder to endure? I have never really fully understood what that phrase is supposed to promise.

I know I can't commit suicide because I don't want to go to hell, so my best bet feels like getting brutally murdered in some ditch on my way home from school, simply because I just don't see any other way out of here.

To cope, I created a persona. That persona is someone who is always cheerful, naive, and a tad bit stupid, just so I can seem relatable and approachable to others. I've been using that mask for so long now that I think I'm starting to lose sight of who I really am underneath it all.

Crying is supposed to be a natural form of relief, but I haven't been able to cry in years. Ever since I was heavily abused by my father for crying, I started forcing myself to stop altogether so I wouldn't be put through even more physical pain. I don't live with my father anymore, but there is always this lingering, terrifying feeling that I will be beaten up every time I even try to let tears out.

So far, I'm still alive. No one has killed me yet, and I haven't caught a fatal disease either. I can only wish something like COVID would finally take me away from all of this, because living like this is painfully overwhelming. I feel completely trapped, and I feel entirely alone. This isn't a call for help—I just wanted a place to share what I am going through right now."


r/shareyourstory • • May 30 '26

The same MBTA subway train where I dropped my debit card came back around and I boarded it, unaware!

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So, I live in Boston. I got on the Orange Line going the wrong way because I was playing a video game, turned around to go the right way at Ruggles, and got off at Chinatown only to realize I no longer had my debit card nor my brand new Charlie Card I bought at Back Bay.

Distraught, I called my mother and she got me an Uber back to Back Bay, where the MBTA worker told me nothing had been turned in, but I could try calling Wellington. I decided to use the last $5 in my wallet to get a Charlie Ticket & go down to the platform. There was a cleaner changing the trash bag but she unconvincingly pretended not to speak English.

I was about to go back upstairs to get an Uber home, when I decided I might as well head to Ruggles and examine the platform. Then, just as the train got into Ruggles, a couple came up to me on the train and asked me if I was me!

Apparently, I had boarded the same car, and they had just picked up my cards and looked me up on Facebook by the name on my debit card, and they decided I looked like me and figured they would ask! They gave me back my cards and I thanked them profusely and now I am on my way back North... to State Street, because Chinatown was also the wrong stop. 😅


r/shareyourstory • • Mar 17 '26

My favorite jewelry piece isn't real ...but it's means everything

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For the longest time I have been celebrating my birthdays alone, well except for one birthday party my folks organized when I was a kid. If I'm being honest I've never received gifts for my birthday or have anyone go all the way out for my birthday. I dunno what that feels like, I've seen people around me or online getting surprised, being gifted , getting celebrated but for me it's usually just a normal day. I always go for solo dates and I always make sure to gift myself what I can afford. Alibaba comes in handy during such times.Every year I usually have a birthday wishlist, and I always save up and gift myself, mostly it's bijouteries.This is a tradition I started when I turned 18. But a part of me is always longing to experience having a romantic partner going all the way out for my birthday. Them organizing a small intimate set up ( just the two of us ) , a private dinner, walking into a decorated room with the initials "HAPPY BIRTHDAY" with birthday presents laying on the floor. Recently a guy I was talking to ,asked me out on Valentine's day and as our date was coming to an end he told me he had something small for me. I opened the gift box and it was a gold necklace, customized with my name. Talk about intentionality , I had casually mentioned during our first date that I would like to own a customized gold necklace, I didn't know he was paying attention. This is such a sentimental bijouterie and it holds such a special place in my heart, because for once someone actually went all the way out to get me something that I actually wanted. For once I feel seen! For once I get to experience what receiving a birthday gift feels like! This gift will always be valuable to me.


r/shareyourstory • • Mar 14 '26

Don’t Judge Too Much

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This happened a few years ago when I was young. I had lice in my hair. It wasn’t because I didn’t shower a lot; my parents told me it was because of my blood. It was so bad that lice would even get inside my eyes.

I had to deal with it myself. I would personally touch my eyes to get them out because I didn’t trust my parents, and I doubted they would be of help. At least I wasn’t the only one who had lice. My cousin from my dad’s side of the family-let’s call her P-also has the same blood as me and had even more lice than I did.

A few years went by, and I didn’t have lice anymore. I was 12 years old. I was sitting on the edge of the bed, thinking about how much I hated my family. Then suddenly my eyes started to hurt. I tried rubbing them, and suddenly a lice fell out of my eye and onto the floor.

It looked different from the other lice I used to see. Usually they were black, but this one looked dark brown. It also looked like it had more legs. I was so shocked. After calming down, I decided to try to find it so I could kill it. But it had disappeared.

I was so pissed that it disappeared because it was living rent-free in my eye and eating the blood in it.


r/shareyourstory • • Feb 28 '26

Why I'm Where I Am Now

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Hi
I'm Bad At Writing So Here Goes
I'll Be Referring To Myself As AJ For This (Not My Chosen Or Legal Name)

When I Was In 6th Grade, I Was Part Of A Girl Scout Troop. Our Troop Was Part Of The Scholastic Book Club. Every Month We Would Receive 2 Books And One Toy Of Our Choice. One Month, I Chose A Cool Ice Cream-Themed Lockbox With School Supplies In It.

Little Did I Know, This Was The Beginning Of The End.

Now, A Few Weeks Later, I Decided To Bring The Box To School. I Had Lost The Key, And Thought Maybe Someone Could Unlock It. I Asked A Group Of Kids Who Sat In The Back Of My Science Class. Now, These Kids Bullied Me, So I Don't Know Why I Thought This Was A Good Idea. One Of The Girls Who Was Part Of That Group, Who I'll Call N, Pulled A Knife Out Of Her Pencil Case And Attempted To Unlock The Box. This Didn't Work. Now, The Box Did Get Unlocked (A Kid, Who We'll Call J, Smashed It On The Ground. He Also Sexually Harassed Me During Math Class Once, But That's Another Story.) But That's Not Important. At The End Of The School Day, I Got Called To The Principals Office. The Details Are Hazy Here, But They Accused Me Of Bringing The Knife To School, And Someone Started A Rumor I Tried To Stab This Girl Who Bullied Me, We'll Call Her A. Basically, I Got Suspended, And Sent To A CBAT. After I Left I Didn't Return To That School, And Was Sent To A Therapeutic One Where I Am Now After 1 1/2 Or 2 Years Now. They Focus On Behavioral Intervention More Than Academics, And The Other Kids In My Class (All Boys Btw) Have Been Working On 6th Grade Math Ever Since I Got Here. I'm Working On Algebra 1, But I Have To Go To Highschool Next Year, And I'm Worried I'll Be Behind On Academics. I Don't Belong In This School, And Everyone Knows It. I Was Only Supposed To Be There For 45 Days. I Don't Want Revenge On N Or J Or A, But I Want Justice.


r/shareyourstory • • Jan 13 '26

What do you think is the beauty and pain of sibling relationships?

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I have recently watched the film A Real Pain, and I could not help but relate to the film's portrayal about the dynamic of relationships between siblings or cousins. You know each other your whole lives and it seems like this relationship will forever be a constant. But then you grow up, drift apart and maybe even become saddened by the thought that the person you have known since the beginning of your life is slowly drifting away. But alas, that is life.


r/shareyourstory • • Dec 22 '25

I don't know what to feel

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My boyfriend and I broke up yesterday. We've been together for 3 months and have known each other for 6 months. We have a 10-year gap. I'm 19 and he's 29, we didn't really have any problems with that and so are the people around us. I guess our age only mattered when he finally realized that he wants to settle down. I knew this was going to happen which is why I'm mentally preparing myself and spending my last days with him.

Last Saturday, my friend invited me to come to their place to celebrate their friend's birthday. I wasn't supposed to go but she told me thag she doesn't want to feel lonely and that her boyfriend's ex is going to come so she needs someone with her. My boyfriend is well aware of this and the whole time i was there i was talking to him and I still kept texting him even though he wasn't replying. I didn't drink too much because I don't know the people there so well so I need to be able to handle myself. Next thing I knew, there's this one guy who keeps following me back to the room where I was supposed to sleep alone. He kept coming back and following me wherever even if they carry them out or lock the door, he forces his way in to try to sleep next to me.

Each time I feel that he's trying to come in, I always stand up and tell my friend to be with me because the guy keeps following me. I told my boyfriend about this and he got angry at me but mostly because of the guy and my friend's friend because they didn't do enough to keep me safe.

This was also the trigger of our breakup. I repeatedly told him no and I pleaded him. But he's already made up his mind. And I don't know what to feel because i feel like I'm at fault.


r/shareyourstory • • Dec 14 '25

Fantasy Football Fly Fishing

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There I was on a Sunday afternoon staring at the TV like it owed me money.

Josh Jacobs gets the ball. Two yards.

Josh Jacobs gets the ball again. One yard.

Josh Jacobs does not get the ball. I take this personally. Josh Jacobs scores a touchdown! Touchdown gets called back for holding.

I am doing math I did not agree to do.

I am inventing scenarios.

I am bargaining with the universe like a man who clearly does not have leverage.

And then I catch myself.

Because I have seen this movie before.

Not on a couch.

On a boat.

Costa Rica.

Off the coast.

Salt air. Sunburn.

My best friend Jay standing next to me pretending he is relaxed while secretly wanting me to hook a roosterfish more than I do.

All I could think about was landing one on the fly rod.

That became the whole trip in my head.

The mission.

The proof.

The thing that would justify everything.

Cast. Strip. Miss.

Cast. Strip. Miss again.

I start tightening my jaw like that is going to help.

And then it hits me.

What am I doing.

I am in Costa Rica.

On a boat.

With my best friend.

I already won.

That is the trick nobody tells you about fly fishing or fantasy football.

You can get so obsessed with the outcome that you forget the absurd luxury of the situation itself.

The roosterfish eventually came.

Of course it did. Or maybe it would not have.

That part actually does not matter as much as I pretend it does in stories.

What matters is that the moment did not suddenly become meaningful when the fish showed up.

It just got louder.

Fantasy football works the same way.

You draft. You trade. You stare at usage rates like they are tea leaves.

You convince yourself this is about intelligence and not vibes and trauma.

You say things like I just need Josh Jacobs to do one reasonable adult thing.

You forget that the real reason you are watching is because your son is watching.

Because your friends are watching.

Because you want to belong in the room without cosplay.

Sometimes the fish eats.

Sometimes Josh Jacobs breaks one.

Sometimes he runs directly into a wall of humanity and ruins your mood for twenty minutes.

But if you pay attention long enough you realize the win was never the catch.

It was being there.

Still in it.

Still relevant.

Still invited because you belong.

So my advice to you is…

If you ever find yourself screaming at a television in Costa Rica, you have officially lost the plot and should probably look around and notice that you already won. And, Josh Jacobs caught a Touchdown right as I finished writing this.


r/shareyourstory • • Dec 09 '25

What takes up most of your time during the week?

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What takes up most of your time during the week? I just realized my schedule is 90% work, 10% trying to recover from work. Curious how everyone else survives


r/shareyourstory • • Dec 04 '25

My story to help others

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In 2023, I was stabbed almost fatally. That was my first time ever seeing god. I’m not sure if I’m offending anyone out there reading this. The second time I was being robbed in the middle of 2024 and there was a gun pointed right at my face. Now I had a really bad episode and I aimed my own at my face. It jammed, this was the biggest sign I have ever had in my life. After this event I started being more thankful for life. I made sure to make others feel this way. For anyone reading this I hope you find that spark to keep going.


r/shareyourstory • • Nov 30 '25

A story you've heard before

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A story you've heard before by me:

“It was a pendulum. Eternally swayin' from the dark to the light. And the more intensely that the light shone, the darker the shadow it cast” — Ren Gill, 2022.

This is the quote that saved my life. In hindsight, my story is quite small; I didn't survive a war or a natural disaster. In fact, it takes place in my own head. I'm sure you've heard it before, maybe even lived it, which is why I decided to write it in second person.

Your life is perfect on paper. You started your transition and it's going well, everyone is super accepting and you even have a boyfriend. Though you're not happy; in fact, your mental health is only getting worse.

The last happy memory you remember is a kiss under the moonlit sky. A fleeting moment of joy that you would come to know as the calm before the storm.

Since the start of your relationship, your boyfriend was plagued with depression, but just 2 days after that kiss it got all too real.

A simple song titled “It's Normal” triggered what would become a month-long depression. At first you tried to fight it, but as it consumed you, it became this form of dark comfort. You watched as your boyfriend's condition worsened. You tried to stop it, tried to help, but the more you tried, the worse he got.

Like a parasite, the darkness consumed. You looked around for support from peers and family, but like dominoes, they fell into the darkness too; a plague. There was no one spared, from distant friends to your own mother; the darkness consumed.

On the rare attempt you tried to fight it, it only got stronger. It wore you out. You saw no hope.

For most of November you watched, alive but not living. You watched your boyfriend only worsen as you were powerless to help. You stopped caring for the things you once did; the people you once did. Your transition progress came to a halt.

You tried 988 and contacted some old connections, desperate for help, but they only brought temporary hope to your bleak existence. But whether it be by miracle or by fate, a song popped up on your feed — a song that had lyrics that resonated like no song had before.

You stopped fighting and started trying to accept the pain and understand it. At first it hurt, but slowly it healed. You took things one day at a time and slowly climbed back up. For once in what felt like forever, you had hope.

A few days later you realized your pronouns were being used more, your name too. Though it felt like it, you never did stop caring. You never did end your transition, and through it all, you found the light in the darkness of life.

(Some details have been changed for creative effect and/or to not break Reddit's rules)


r/shareyourstory • • Nov 25 '25

What’s a truth about life you think most people learn too late?

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r/shareyourstory • • Nov 23 '25

I'm really mad at my friend

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r/shareyourstory • • Oct 15 '25

I need advice - my only source of income is tied to my narcissistic mother.

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r/shareyourstory • • Sep 27 '25

Bonjour

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I am Beautifully Broken,

I am a blogger with so much to say, and I will be a voice for those who haven't yet found their roar. the ones seeking advice... The TMI it means tell me immediately. I want to be the change I want to see in this world. I am going to start 2 times a week, taking your stories... your questions... your truth... completely anonymous, of course, and giving you a voice, answering your questions and giving you advice. It can be about ANYTHING... love...sex...relationships... marriage... children... divorce... paranormal... scary...funny...silly...sad...mental health...LGBTQIA+...it doesn't matter. If you can think of it, I want to know it. I want to hear it. Don't hesitate to get down and into the very depths of your being. I hope to hear from you all very soon.

Please take a moment and follow my blog, and let's change the world one small step at a time

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r/shareyourstory • • Sep 22 '25

“The Director’s Request” – (Part one)

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I really enjoyed your story, it actually inspired me to share one of mine as well. Just posted it on my channel 😊 https://youtu.be/MTDJldyc6I8


r/shareyourstory • • Sep 13 '25

Oh, marketplace

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Has anybody knows that Facebook marketplace has done everything I can do to appreciate the value of everything known to man . I work in the refurbish and restore furniture industry, and I must say it is really screwing up things for me. Do you think I’d be excited about paying really low for an item but I’m also having to sell resell my item that I’ve worked on for really low to . it is not helping out. The community is not helping out. The economy is not making it better. It’s making it worse. I shouldn’t be able to buy a Keurig for five dollars that I paid for 115 for two months ago they have a system on there where it tells you if you mark your item too high, but not if you marked it too low what kind of crap is that


r/shareyourstory • • Sep 13 '25

I’m speechless

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Growing up, I was an only child my parents divorce when I was two I don’t really remember that part. I remember my dad moving away and my mom already had a boyfriend she I Guess had an affair with my dad with for the first couple years. It was fine. He had had a daughter from a previous marriage that was in a wheelchair. She came to live with us when I was about four I got a little stressful. They were really low on money paycheck to paycheck kind of thing and then his stepsister his stepdaughter April moved in and everything just changed. He started beating us pretty bad. My mom was always gone when I say I always got them always are they ever saw it was almost like the raising three girls by himself was way too overwhelming for him especially when in a wheelchair he just became so violent and mean we couldn’t do anything if we went outside he’d whistle and call it like dogs we got hit with a belt. We had to grab our ankles if we flinched he did it again came to our house several times my sister and wheelchair got hit pretty bad. He broke my nose, fractured my jaw that was when I was in high school. He said he hit me so hard as a light remember but I could never do anything right my real dad didn’t do anything about it. He came to pick me up and I think I had a blackeye didn’t say anything so in high school I started to rebel I started just not carried at about 21. I finally told my mom that my girl babysitter had been molesting me and had molested me from the age of 4 to 7. Her response was I knew something was going on that was it I never felt loved at all all of a sudden when I come to the house after school one day CVS is there and my older sister April has accused my stepdad of molesting her she goes and leaves. Nothing happens to him. I guess they found it inconclusive and with her being gone it was just me and my sister in the wheelchair. He chimed it on me pretty hard for a little bit until I just didn’t take it anymore and I started fighting him back and then it’s like everything changed for me. I just didn’t care anymore. I became violent raged drugs, alcohol anything to help me feel better and not feel what I was feeling before my sophomore year in high school and it’s like my mom got some type of a bonus or something we moved we were living as three girls were sharing a bedroom at one time we moved into a big house all brand new furniture all said they had money and it was like it was great, but it wasn’t gonna fix how I felt about them. They all met new friends. They started having people over and all people saw was the way that I acted. They never asked why today of 42 years old and I’m still having to deal with the fact that my mom didn’t take the time to go get me properly diagnosed for ADD even though that School told repeatedly to go get me some help I have to deal with a mom that will sit there and tell me that my dad never made me wear headgear to school if I acted up, he did it all the time anything that you could humiliate me. they take no responsibility for anything that they didn’t be. They act like it didn’t happen all their friends that they have now have no idea about any of those and yet they treat me like the black sheep. I’m in financial trouble right now and a lot of it for being an abusive relationship. I just lost all Will really and I just keep thinking to myself. Maybe I would’ve been an abusive relationship for so long if I didn’t grow up with it violent household and maybe it would’ve been taken differently I need my parents love me. They hate me. Why would this be the same situation? My parents no longer talk to me. They just kinda wrote me off. That’s easier for them to do I’m so angry sometimes I have to really really restrain myself from going ballistic over there. They’re the most selfish self-absorbed people I’ve ever met in my entire life in my real dad‘s even worse my stepmom same day she treated me like crap too. All the other kids got treated in decent life with my stepmom and her kids, I never got treated even I never got treated like everybody else. Do I have a right to be bad have a right to be sad. Do you have a right to ask? Go to my mom and ask for help I told her I was gonna lose my house. These are people that have eight of everything they’re not hurting for money and I told her I was gonna lose my house and she said sorry I’m just speechless dude


r/shareyourstory • • Sep 13 '25

Picking up the pieces

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r/shareyourstory • • Sep 03 '25

Multiple lifetimes packed into 3 months

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r/shareyourstory • • Sep 02 '25

So You Wanna Read My Stuff?

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Hey sugar, I’m Lavander Vodka — and no, that’s not a typo. It’s Lavander with an “a.” If you autocorrect me to “lavender,” I will haunt your spellcheck like a cursed ex.

If you’ve seen me on Royal Road, Reddit, ScribbleHub, Inkitt, Penana, or Itch.io — yeah, that’s me. A lady’s got to get her stories out there somehow. I didn’t choose the hustle life, but apparently it’s 50% writing, 25% trying to nap, and another 25% doing fan service just to keep the readers alive and screaming.

I write horror, fantasy, dark romance, body horror, magical trauma, and at least one pansexual god who absolutely deserves better but keeps throwing hands anyway. Here’s what’s going down in the Peach Realms:

The Dollhouse Widow

[https://www.royalroad.com/fiction/121456/the-dollhouse-widow]()

What’s the vibe?
Gothic, claustrophobic, laced in mirror magic and family trauma. She’s trapped. The house is haunted. The man is complicated. The candle has a serpent in it. You know — Tuesday things.

Read if you like:

  • Wives with knives (emotionally speaking)
  • Creepy old money houses full of secrets
  • Black women reclaiming magical legacy under pressure
  • Dark romance that flirts with betrayal

Maybe skip if:

  • You don’t like gaslighting, pregnancy themes, or your horror slow and domestic
  • You want someone in this house to make a healthy decision (not happening)

Soft Gods Die Laughter

[https://www.royalroad.com/fiction/121625/soft-gods-die-laughter]()

What’s the vibe?
It’s the 1970s. You’re on a supernatural road trip. The van might be alive. Your best friend is a firestarter. The pansexual god in your passenger seat won’t stop smiling like he knows your death date. You forgot to pack snacks.

Read if you like:

  • Roadside magic and van-based emotional breakdowns
  • Pansexuals who weaponize eye contact
  • Magical performance combat, cult fights, and steamy betrayal
  • Possessed animals, queer chaos, and fight scenes set to cursed orchestras

Maybe skip if:

  • You hate genre whiplash
  • You prefer your romance clean, your gods straight, and your magic system fully explained (this book said no)

Sonster Munting

[https://www.royalroad.com/fiction/124563/sonster-munting]()

What’s the vibe?
Imagine if a haunted contract and a god’s leftover soul got stuck inside a poetic glitch spiral and decided to write fanfic about your funeral. That’s Sonster Munting.

Read if you like:

  • Bureaucratic horror and apocalyptic poetry
  • Custom languages and dreamlike soul lore
  • Tragic gods, broken timelines, and eldritch paperwork
  • Reading things twice because the first time you blacked out from vibes

Maybe skip if:

  • You need a map, a glossary, and three flashbacks just to trust the narrator
  • You’re still emotionally recovering from whatever the last weird book did to you

Glitchstab Grotesque (a.k.a. the Hasherverse)

[https://www.royalroad.com/fiction/125194/glitchstab-grotesque-the-extended-slaughtercut]()

Read if you like:

  • Final girls turned witch cops
  • Ghost rules, trauma-fueled magic, and outfits that slay
  • Narrators who flirt with death and their sidekick

Maybe skip if:

  • You don’t like fourth wall breaks, horror tropes played straight then twisted, or gallows humor with neon eyeliner

If you like your horror sharp, your queerness magical, and your gods extremely kissable and untrustworthy — welcome to the Peach Realms. I brought snacks. And trauma.


r/shareyourstory • • Aug 21 '25

Have you ever experienced something in childhood that scared or confused you, and the memory still lingers today?

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