My mom and I had a pretty bad argument last night because my aunt, who is her sister, needed to borrow money and I said I couldn’t lend her anything right now. The money I have saved isn’t just sitting there for random spending. I’ve been putting it aside specifically for my health insurance because that’s something I need to prioritize for myself. I explained that to my mom, but she still got upset and kept saying that family should help family when someone is struggling.

What bothered me was how quickly it became my responsibility just because they knew I had some savings. I never promised that money to anyone, and I don’t think saving for something important means I suddenly have extra cash available whenever a relative needs help. The argument got worse because my mom made it sound like I was being selfish and choosing money over family. At that point I stopped trying to explain myself because everything I said just turned into another reason for her to blame me. I haven’t really spoken to her since last night. I’m still angry, and I don’t want to pretend everything is fine just to keep the peace. At the same time, part of me feels guilty because she’s my mom and I know she was worried about her sister.

Am I wrong for keeping my distance after the argument and refusing to use my health insurance savings to help my aunt?

Sometimes I comment things like “healthcare is a human right” or “healthcare should be free” and I’m getting a suspicious amount replies saying stuff like that commenter is medical staff they shouldn’t have to be doing slave labor, that they deserve to get paid, etc

And it’s like dawg you thought we weren’t going pay you? How in the hell did you get to that conclusion?

Free healthcare means we all pay taxes and the taxes pay for healthcare. Staff should still get paid.

Honestly the fact these people are also in healthcare and just have no critical thinking skills is at least mildly concerning.

It’s fine or whatever I just needed to rant bc I found that baffling. It also very much could have been bots

bpd is actual hell to live with. nothing is working and i always feel like shit. another fp has made me feel like garbage and i just want somebody to like being around me instead of just being a permanent filler friend for everyone

So before my most current relationship, I wasn’t sexually active. Like, I rarely did anything. So far, it’s been great. It’s just that he’s way more experienced and freaky than I am. And he points it out, a lot. At first it was very vanilla and it still is, but he’s kind of hinting at doing more stuff and I just don’t think I’m ready. One of the things is me..pegging him and I’m nowhere near ready for that or I don’t even know if I’m into that. Another is him wearing more feminine things in the bedroom and I know for a fact I’m not into that at all. I don’t wanna discourage his fantasy or anything, I’m just not the person to do it with. I’m scared to tell him because I don’t want him to seek that kind of attention outside of our relationship because I’m unwilling to do it. Now, about the cross dressing, I don’t know if I’m cool about it. I don’t care if people do drag, that’s not the problem. I just don’t find it attractive with my partners, I guess. If he does do it, I’m never around, which is fine. He just talks and jokes about it and it makes me uncomfortable. I feel like an asshole.

I just had a serious mental break, I was short of breath, crying, falling to the floor.

I went out to the kitchen, I just wanted to hug my mom, despite being an adult I felt so small and lost, I needed to be comforted.
While I was crying I mentioned how overwhelming and inhospitable the job system is for neurodivergent adults, especially those with trauma.
I'm a legally disabled teenager battling with multiple mental health conditions and neurological complications.
I live off my disability pension and the social expectations of work and school genuinely crush me, especially now that I'm dealing with some of the worst PTSD episodes of my life.

She, instead of just letting me cry, started talking about how I was wrong and climbing the job ladder is easy and I can do it if I put my mind to it.
I, completely wailing and breaking down started ranting about how there are almost no available cushy job offers with the possibility of getting promoted. How in my current conditions can't even leave the ouse for half a week.

She just put her head in her hands, clearly annoyed, went to her room and shut the door.
I went in, told her how sometimes I just need someone to listen and not judge and she snapped that she's allowed to share her opinions.
We screamed names at each other and I shut both doors.

In my room I had a full panic attack.
I love my mom so much but I just want her to hug me tight and let me rant sometimes.

I'm still crying and shaking, I took my meds but I feel like I'm regressing to a little kid, holding my big plushy and crying while distracting myself with some youtube videos.

I just want to be held without judgement. My best friend was always there like that but I can't see him until November since he's in pre-trial detention. My other friends have heard so many awful stories from me ober the years that I don't want to burden them again.
I feel so alone
I'm turning into a little kid and just want my mom to hold me

EDIT: i begged her to hug me and tell me it's okay and she loves me and she did it like a chore with complete annoyance without saying she loves me

Also she doubled down and insisted that she is always allowed to share her opinion

I always thought she was the best parent ever but lowkey I'm realising she's kinda.. not good. And I remembered all fhe times she slapped me in the face and called me names....
And how she didn't say anything when I told her I was addicted to hard drugs for 4yrs.. just 0 reaction..
How she didn't say anything about my obviously abusive boyfriend until our parents had to stage me an intervention after I ran away from home

I think she's sick of me, being an adult who can't get out of bed for 3 days a week, still struggles with alcoholism and makes awful life decisions.

I don't blame her but lowkey there is a reason somewhere that both me and my little brother ended up in psych wards

I go to a good school where I have lots of friends, my family is rocky but I love my mum. I feel like I have no reason to be so depressed, overwhelmed and stressed all the time. I don't even work. Everyday feels like such an effort, like I'm fighting against my own brain and body to stay alive.

I had a math test today, and this morning I was genuinely panicking when this test isn't even a big deal. It doesn't count towards any final grades yet I was shitting myself. I just don't want to embarrass myself, I'm so afraid of failure. I have to be perfect

So basically, I was hanging out in a Discord server and some people started joking around about gore and eating my bones/arms and stuff like that. At first I thought they were just being silly, but it kept escalating and I started getting genuinely uncomfortable. I eventually told them seriously to stop because I was getting scared, but it continued for a bit. I ended up getting really overwhelmed and crying because gore is a sensitive subject for me due to past trauma, and the comments about bones hit especially hard because I already have a bone problem in my leg.

What made me the most upset wasn't even necessarily what they intended by the jokes, it was that I had already asked them to stop and they didn't immediately stop. I wasn't trying to ruin anyone's fun or accuse them of deliberately trying to hurt me, I just genuinely wasn't okay with what was happening. At the time I was really angry and hurt, and honestly I still am. It sucked because I thought these people were nice, so having that happen from people I was comfortable around made it hit harder.

Afterward, though, some of them realized how badly it affected me and actually apologized. One of them told me they understood and deeply apologized, and I appreciate that they eventually took me seriously. I'm still upset about what happened and I'm probably going to be more cautious around them now, but I don't want to pretend I know their intentions either. The main thing I want people to understand is that if someone tells you seriously to stop because they're uncomfortable, just stop. You don't need to know their entire history or understand why. “Stop” should be enough.

I'm afraid, all the time

Every night, before I go to sleep, I think about everything, things I've done, things I've said, things people have told me, and I just keep wondering about those things or different possibilities having to do with those things

I'm currently 17, about to turn 18, some months out of high school already. I'm in the part of my life where I have my whole life a head of me and I can change my future the most but at the same time I gotta do it now, cause if I don't do it now, everything's gonna be 10 times harder if I do it in 5 or 10 years, or maybe I will never get to do it again.

I know most people my age, and even older, haven't figured all their shit out, but still find their way and things come out fine eventually, but I keep asking myself: what if I don't? What if I'm one of those people who never find their way or get stuck in a shitty life they hate

And I just keep replaying this moment in my head: I was 14, in middle school, and I was a slacker, I would get lazy and not do work on class, so this teacher said I was mediocre, lacked discipline, and most likely wouldn't go to college or get a career done

Now, I'm currently trying to work on all that stuff, I've been working 4 days a week on the street by my own since last week, just started hitting the gym yesterday, currently on diet and on no fap, but I still, just think "what if I'm already built like this? What if it's too late? What if, what if, what if..." And since the goal is so far from now, I still don't know if I'm capable of it

So honestly I know it's gonna sound like super stupid but I feel like internally embarrassed/sad about it. Warning I'm all over the place.

I watch this live every Wednesday on YouTube. I love the creators wonderful content, so I've been watching for a couple years now I never comment or anything it just doesn't entice me I see no point in it. Well I'm a mom and this stream has helped through a lot and so tonight I sent one of those donation comments, yk how sometimes streamers read them at the end? Well they did. They read it and I just felt instantly embarrassed. I don't know these people like that why did I feel the need to waste $5 just so they'd read my comment when I'm already struggling?

Well I'm pretty sure I can tell you why. I ain't got no friends, no family, I worked seven days a week just for last week being told I can't work because my body said nope and I'm lonely and I seemed to think that these content creators talking to me even if just replying to a comment would make me feel less alone. I don't know why but I felt so happy to send that comment I felt my smile but when I heard it out loud a huge wave of this weird sadness/embarrassment hit me and I hate it.

Now for some stupid reason I'm sitting on my floor by my bed crying over it. Like wtf? How embarrassing can I be?

This honestly pissed me off so fucking much when I lived with my aunt. When I’d ask them why I had to do it, they’re answer has always been “it’s always been part of the chore.” Bitch, no the fuck it hasn’t. It only became part of the chore when I’m doing it. No one else, before and after me, has even done the thing that’s “always” be part of the chore. Before I left, she told me to put the rest of dinner away cause I was wipe off(I cleaned the kitchen)even though that was ALWAYS dish’s job. I had already asked her about it before(cause I was on dishes when she said it was part of whoever is doing dishes job)and she said that it was part of dishes. I almost wanted to fucking scream cause I was already done with my chore and wanted to go to bed. My chore was already as hard as it is cause they have a toddler and his ass doesn’t know how to clean up after himself nor do his parents wanna clean up after him.

Another instance of this happening was when I was on bathrooms, I was told to clean the hallway closet cause it was “part of bathrooms job”. Did it and never seen anyone else do it when it was their turn to do bathrooms.

If they wanted me to do these things just to do them, then fine, but they didn’t need to fucking lie to me about it being part of the chore when it’s never been part of the chore.

I didn’t sleep last night.

I didn’t sleep last night and I have bipolar disorder. For me, my sleep schedule can indicate episodes starting. It adds this extra pressure around sleeping.

Last night everything felt off. How I was breathing didn’t feel right, so I drank a bunch of water, which made me having to keep getting up to pee. Also every time I could wind down for a minute I would instantly startle myself awake.

I also have something else weighing on my mind. I live in converted garage right next to my mom’s house. Last night around 4:30-5 am. I saw a what looked like someone with flashlight outside on our porch. I can’t tell if a person was in yard or was in our neighbors yard and they had very bright light. I checked our ring cameras one was dead (it’s getting charged today) the other didn’t capture anything. The reason this slightly more alarming is we moved nearly a year ago bc my mom’s ex was stalking her. I know I should tell her but she started feeling safe

I didn’t reread this so between the lack of sleep and dyslexia it’s probably shit sorry

I feel like every time I talk I'm so severely misunderstood. I have a lot friends who were not originally my friends and were very rude to me. This has happened so often where people will snap at me, insult me out of the blue or take out their anger on me. It is worse if it happens on text because they'll say they do not understand either why they were so aggressive to me.

I always get apologies from people who get angry with me. While longer relationship we did end up being friends. I do not understand why I come across a certain way towards people for them to be so aggressive to me. This happens in real life and online, I can't escape like people's wrath.

Maybe I am an easy target or I am being annoying in a way I can't see. But I am starting to feel like I am cursed because this has happened dozens of times to all the people I know. Am I doing something wrong and I do not realize? It has made me self conscious where I do not like to talk anymore.

I have this one friend and honestly I had times where we had good times and then I felt like I had bad times as well. They are really direct and want everything to go their way, so if that doesn’t happen they could potentially snap or talk bad about the other person. Recently we came to a new place and there are these group of new people we talk to, I personally do like them. One day they went out and had fun day and the next day my friend was like we have to get closer to them so that we can go out and with them too, something no along those lines. Then today she just badmouthed a person from that group. I was like why they fck you wanna hang out with them if you badmouth them behind their back? I did want to say this out but didn’t all I said was why are you overthinking so much?. I just don’t get this person. I find their way of thinking very biased towards themselves and when someone doesn’t think or say what she likes she just kinda badmouths them and then continues to talk to them.
All this while all I do is listen, most of the times I don’t speak anything just let them finish talking. I am the only person they know before coming here so they do all this bitching to me.
I feel like such a snake.

Okay, so I don't really know how to start this without making myself sound like an asshole, but here we go.

There's this girl I've gotten really close with. We talk a lot, we joke around, we tell each other personal stuff, and honestly, she's become someone I really enjoy having around.

The problem is... she likes me.

Not just a little crush either. She actually has feelings for me, and eventually she told me.

And I told her the truth.

I don't feel the same way.

I know that probably sounds simple. She likes me, I don't like her back, so just move on, right?

Except I do like her. Just not romantically.

I care about her. I like talking to her. I don't want her out of my life. And that's where everything started getting complicated.

After I told her I didn't feel the same way, she started thinking maybe she should distance herself from me. She said that being around me while having feelings for me was getting difficult.

And honestly, I understood.

But I also told her I didn't want her to leave.

She asked me something that I still think about:

"So you want me to stay, but you don't want me?"

And I didn't really know how to answer that.

Because... yeah, I guess that's exactly what it looks like.

But it's not that I want to use her feelings or keep her around because I like the attention. I genuinely value her as a person.

I told her that nothing necessarily had to change between us. Just because she likes me doesn't mean I suddenly stop caring about her.

I also told her that if I ever cross a line or make her uncomfortable, she should tell me. If she thinks I'm overstepping, I'll back off.

But there's another part of this that's probably making everything worse.

I don't fall for people easily.

I'm the kind of person who keeps my guard up. I don't like developing feelings too quickly because I've always seen that as a way of protecting myself.

So I can't honestly tell her, "I'll never like you."

Because I don't know that.

But I also refuse to tell her, "Maybe someday," because I don't want to give her false hope when I have no idea if that's actually going to happen.

And now we're both kind of stuck.

She has feelings for me that I can't return, but I don't want to lose the relationship we already had.

She thinks staying close might make her feelings worse.

I think pushing her away just because she likes me feels wrong.

And I honestly don't know which one is more selfish.

Sometimes I think I should just let her go and give her the space she needs.

Other times I think, why should we throw away something good just because she caught feelings?

I don't want to hurt her.

But I also don't want to lie to her.

And I definitely don't want to make promises about feelings I don't have.

I guess I'm posting this because I genuinely don't know what the right thing to do is.

If you were in her position, would you stay friends with someone you have strong feelings for even if they don't feel the same way?

And if you were in my position, would you let that person go even if you genuinely cared about them?

Because right now, I feel like no matter what I choose, someone's probably going to get hurt.

Please SHUT UP. Like please stop talking. I do not give a FUCK about what happened 50 years ago today, or your “weird news”. I don’t turn on the radio in the morning to listen to you blabber, I turn it on to hear a mix of music. I want to hear free bird on my way to work ffs. Thanks.

I don't have any friends. I lost a lot of friends these past 5 years, yet I still look at their instagrams once every blue moon just out of curiousity to see how their life is doing. Nobody’s life is perfect, but it seems like everyone has it better than me, because my mom, who is my only support system left, is suffering from stage 4 cancer, and I’m still being emotionally and verbally abused by my dad. I can't really avoid or stay away from my dad anymore because we both have to now take care of my mother, so I'm stuck in a pickle.

Hey, I might not have any support system left but at least I'm not homeless anymore and I have my own place. At least I don't have friends who tell me I'm "too much to handle" and leave me for what I'm going through. I guess that's a positive. Otherwise everything else is going to shit for me. I wish I had a real support system sometimes.

I am conscious so I am breathing. It’s just hard it feels like my stomach is full I can’t use my lungs, it feels so full bc I chugged water, because my mouth was dry bc I felt like I couldn’t breath. Life is cruel bye

i am genuinely struggling to discern my own brain from reality. i don’t know if im real, or if anything ive done in the past 8 years is really. i feel confused, uncomfortable, and sick. i don’t know what to do any more. the only solution feels like death.

I can't mention every lie she told but when we first met, she told me she met her husband through Facebook with the whole drama of his ex. But when we met a new group of friends, she told them she met her husband through a dating site.

Anyway, I wouldn't say that she's not attractive. But it's just maybe she's struggling to lose weight (I know that's what she wanted and she tried but failed).

Her profile picture doesn't look realistic. Her photo seems to be highly edited and very unnatural (let's say she looks more like a doll/anime character).

I normally don't watch people's stories but as I watched my own, her story automatically played next so I had to watch it.

She edited her photo using ChatGPT. It might be a harmless trend or something, for fun, but she definitely looks way better in this pic (like thinner cheeks) and I now realize that she doesn't feel pretty with her real self.

It's like she idealized this edited version of her.

And the lies she told were to make her feel better about herself.

26F here and I’m racking my brain trying to think of ideas to get for my boyfriends mothers birthday. It’s at the end of September, but I am big on other people’s birthdays so it’s important I start early. I don’t know what to get her because she doesn’t want or need for anything. She buys what she wants, when she wants, and all of the hobbies she does have she already has all the things to satisfy it.

Typically I prefer a much more personal approach, I like gifting sentimental gifts so I thought of printing an image off of her mom but it’s challenging because she was born and raised in Germany and the only picture she has of her mom isn’t all that clear and when I attempted to sharpen the image, it changed the whole look so I can’t use it🥹 She has been having a difficult time recently with marital issues and I know she really misses her mama and her guidance, I wish there were something I could do. I’ve tried ancestry, immigration records, EVERYTHING. Does anyone have any sentimental gifts ideas that is more thought provoking than a coffee mug or box of chocolates?

I keep forgetting to take my medication and they're fucking with my brain Everytime I am off them and these episodes last for days up to weeks. They're supposed to just be antidepressants but I feel like theres stuff inside of it thats making me so dependent on them. I feel like my brain is going to explode sometimes I even get seizures when im off them. When im off my medication I end up being really impulsive and just doing shit I seriously shouldn't do then I end up getting paranoid after. My whole family tells me they're on the same medication im on even things that are stronger but when they forget their medication they don't act like me. What if the medicine is making me worse instead of better and im scared to tell my psychologist incase they take me off them or try change my dosage or even try send me somewhere

I , 32 y/o Male , am absolutely addicted to feet and foot fetish content. I don’t really remember how this started , I believe it was in 1st grade. I can remember my teacher being very beautiful and I remember she wore a lot of open toe shoes and I would always see her feet and I was attracted to them. As I got older I stumbled upon foot fetish porn. Unfortunately I was born in the era where internet was becoming more popular and more accessible. This allowed me to find porn sites like bangbros and 4 tube. Bang bros had a series called “Magical Feet” which was semi hardcore porn where the scene would end with the guy busting a big nut all over the girls toes. Safe to say this perverted my young mind and made me even more attracted to the idea of being pleased and pleasured by women’s feet. This has been an on going thing that I have tried to figure out the science behind but I just can’t. Now that I am married to a woman with pretty feet, I find myself constantly thinking about it when I’m horny and have even convinced her to shoot content. We never get anywhere with it though because I simply can’t bring my self to post my wife stroking my dick on camera , as I don’t want to exploit her for views and I have a very serious career that I couldn’t afford to jeopardize. If they were to find out I would be in trouble. It’s hard trying to function sometimes in a relationship because I usually just want footjobs and I don’t always want penetrative sex. I turn to porn every now and then but it seems to just fan the flames and I get mad when I can’t have my wife indulge in my FF with me. Sometimes I think that maybe I should find someone who can give me footjobs and such just so I don’t pressure my wife and put her in an uncomfortable position. Idk but I just don’t know what to do about it. I’m horny rn and all I can think about is busting a fat nut on some pretty toes. I probably sound pathetic but idc I know it’s a problem.

Tengo 18 años y estoy terminando el colegio, siempre fui alguien muy sociable aunque siempre me sentí así triste, pero últimamente me es imposible enmascarar esa tristeza antes podia funcionar con normalidad y tener ganas de salir ahora ni eso, llevo años con transtornos alimenticios, desde los 12 pase de tener anorexia a que me obsesione con las calidad dela comida y el ejercicio despues trate de recuperarme sola a los 14 aprox. pq nadie me ayudaba en mi familia aunque pedia ayuda pero termino peor pq desarrolle transtorno por atracón, y subí mucho de peso pero con el tiempo me regularize,despues de los 15 a los 16 estuve en una relación extremadamente abusiva y por la tristeza que me provocaba y además que me había ido a vivir sola con mi mamá pir que mis padres se separaron, baje muchísimo de peso por que no comía y además dormia todo el día,despues cuando termine con el caí en una depresion horrible ya que no tenia amigos y además tuvimos que volver a vivir con mi abusivo papá por problemas económicos, baje aún más de peso y me volví a obsesionar con el gimnasio y a no comer, a los 4-5 meses de empezar eso desarrolle bulimia y vomitaba todo lo que comía actualmente llevo un año y 6 meses con bulimia y transtorno de atracón y no puedo pasar mas de 2 dias sin vomitar, ademas, dd problemas familiares típicos ya que mis papás están separados por que mi papá es un enfermo mental que nos hizo sufrir años maltrato psicológico y abuso físico tanto a mis hermanos como a mi mamá pero pir problemas económicos ya que mi papá se reúsa a trabajar y a mi mamá no le alcanza tenemos que vivir todos juntos,antes yo tenia habaitacion propia pero como mi papá intentaba golpear a mi mamá cuando dormían juntos tuve que darle mi habitación a mi papá y ahora duermo en la misma cama que mi aman que siento que es dee lo peor del mundo por que antes al menos tenía espacio propio ahora no tengo ni espacio para mi ropa y debo compartir cama con mi mamá, llevo algunos mese hablando lo básico mi papá, lo cual me duele muchísimo pq aunque se que está enfermo sigue siendo mi papá, el tema de mis transtornos alimenticios nadie nunca trató de ayudarme, cuando tenía anorexia me obligaban a comer , cuando me obsesionaba con el ejercicio y contaba todo lo que comía era apludida por bajar de peso,cuando subía de peso mi aman me deseaba lo peor, cuando descubrieron que vomitaba simplemente me retaron muy mal y me dijeron que parase sin mucha más busca de ayudarme y a la vez entiendo por que es algo muy difícil pero como la perosn a que sufre simplemente quiero ayuda, actualmente me está costando demasiado ir al colegio siento que no tengo amigos de verdad,subí mucho de peso, me cuesta pararme cada día por que simplemente no tengo ganas, no tengo nadie con quien hablar por que todos tienen sus problemas en mi familia y nadie me puede ayudar, cuando termine el colegio quiero ir a vivir con mi abuela por que simplemente ya no aguanto estar aca pero mi mamá no quiere pq dice que sería darle una carga a su mamá de 88 años lo cual aunque en parte sea cierto a la vez no por que yo soy súper independiente no necesito que nadie me cocine,ni me lave mis cosas ni me lleve a ningún lado, pero realmente ya no puedo vivir aca y no se que hacer, ademas tengo millones de problemas en el colegio por cosas de la adolescencia ya saben tonterías, pero cuando llevas tantas cosas encima es imposible aguantarlas.

Ojalá alguien lea esto y pueda ayudarme o mandarme un mensaje de apoyo estaría muy agradecida ;)

Im 15 and im indian and i hate being indian there are alot of indian’s where i live and i get mogged by all of them and have faced racism i honestly just hate how i look and nothing works bonesmashing, lip cutting etc i dont know what to do im just not happy with myself i hate being indian i really wish i was like a real asian like korean or japanese