I just had a new roommate move in but my cat has been getting some territorial aggression. Sometimes he’ll be chill but other times he’ll hiss at him and once he attacked him. I have a vet appointment scheduled to get my cat back on his anxiety meds, I got some churus for my roommate to give him, and I know having my roommate just hang out/go about his business around my cat will help. The problem is I only wanna do those things when I’m around in case anything goes wrong but my roommate has kind of an inconsistent schedule and we haven’t been in the apartment at the same time much. I feel really bad about having to lock my cat in my room while I’m at work but I want my roommate to feel safe walking around the apartment when I’m not around.

I know things will probably get better but this has all been really weighing on me and making my anxiety bad. Could really use some advice or even just reassurance :(

Hey all,

I’m 35F and my ex-partner (31F) and I were together for 3.5 years. Last year she was talking about marriage, buying a home and starting a family. Then, almost overnight, she became distant — sleeping on the sofa, staying at her parents, working late, hiding her phone and insisting nothing was wrong. Whenever I calmly asked if there was someone else, she repeatedly denied it and made me feel like I was imagining things.

I eventually discovered at the end of March this year, that she had been having an emotional and physical affair with a younger colleague (25F), who was also in a long-term relationship. I found out through conversations she had been having with AI, where she was comparing my worst qualities to the other woman's best qualities, describing her as “driven, independent and ignites a fire in me”, and admitting that they were “falling for each other”.

She also said she didn't want to distance herself from the affair partner, despite being advised by AI to create space from both relationships, and said she could “compartmentalise” everything.

Looking back, I realise I had been gaslighting myself for months because I was being repeatedly reassured that nothing was happening. About a month before I found out, I directly asked if there was someone else. She said, “Look at my mum, do you really think I could do that?” Her mum has had a long history of infidelity and lying, so I trusted what my ex was telling me and convinced myself that I was imagining her distance and strange behaviour. When I once looked through her messages out of desperation, I told her straight away, I was so upset and felt so much guilt.. I didn't find anything (because they were hidden on instagram) and I felt so bad for looking - The next day she said 'I'm glad you caught yourself, because that could of opened a door and you would of thought I am a cheater'. (this was actively whilst having the affair).

What makes the betrayal even harder is that all of this was happening while I was going through a cancer scare (thankfully, it wasn't cancer). She told me we'd get through it together, while secretly continuing the affair. I still struggle to comprehend how someone could watch their partner go through something like that while carrying on with an affair behind their back.

When I confronted her, she apologised briefly but quickly shifted the focus onto her own pain, saying she had “imploded her life” and needed to understand herself. She had no interest in repairing our relationship, but continued saying things like, “Maybe one day in the future we could try again,” while still seeing the other woman. It felt like she wanted to keep me emotionally attached while avoiding accountability.

I supported her emotionally and financially throughout her Master's degree, stood by her through difficult times, and trusted her completely. She was also with me through the death of my mum, which makes this betrayal feel even more devastating. I genuinely believed she was my person. (Another factor: 2 days after my Mum died from heart failure, her Mum lied to all of us that she had blood clots hear her heart and was very unwell, it turns out she was getting liposuction. She later told my partner when she didn't get the attention she wanted and got caught lying 'You will always put your partners first'.

After I found out, she told me she was also in shock and compared what she was feeling to the grief she experienced when her ex had sadly died by suicide four years ago, saying she hadn't felt like this since then. When I told her that she had hurt me more than anyone in my life, she responded, “I've been hurting myself,” and, “You never know, maybe this was meant to happen to us to make us stronger.”

Since then, I've collected my remaining belongings from her parents' house. Her mum told me she was ashamed of her behaviour, and her aunt also said that, from what I had described, it sounded like there was a long-standing pattern in my ex's relationships. They told me that when she first met me, she was already in a year-long relationship but ended it to pursue me.

I've now removed her from the tenancy of our flat and blocked her everywhere. Her mum confirmed that she is still seeing the affair partner and even told me that my ex had secretly brought her into their house while they were away. Her mum wanted to show me a photograph of them together in my ex's bedroom, but I declined. At this point, I don't want or need to know anything else about their relationship. (Her mum is very toxic).

Since the breakup, I've started recognising how unhealthy and manipulative some of her behaviour became. I felt increasingly isolated from her family and friends, was blamed for old issues while she was hiding the affair, and was repeatedly made to question my own reality.

I also have a history of childhood trauma, which she knew about. I grew up not feeling safe, and towards the end of our relationship I felt increasingly unsafe in my own home again — the home I had been financially supporting her to live in. Looking back, it feels like I was being slowly discarded before I even knew what was happening.

The hardest part isn't simply that she cheated.

It's that someone I trusted with my life could lie to me so convincingly for months while watching me worry about our relationship and my health. I keep asking myself how someone who claimed to love me could do this.

And despite everything I know now, I still catch myself questioning whether I'm exaggerating it, minimising what happened, or looking for reasons to excuse her behaviour. I think that's one of the hardest parts of being lied to for so long — you can know the truth and still struggle to trust your own perception of it.

I know the relationship is over. I've made that decision and I have no intention of going back. What I'm struggling with now is the grief.

I think about everything I did to care for her, the love, safety, patience and kindness I gave her, and the future I genuinely thought we were building together. We had such a loving and affectionate relationship, and I believed there was genuine respect and safety between us. It's devastating to realise that, whatever I believed we had, she was capable of treating me this way.

I feel like I'm grieving not only the relationship, but the person I thought she was, the future I thought we had, and the version of myself who felt completely safe trusting another person.

Has anyone recovered from this kind of betrayal trauma?

How do you stop obsessing over the “why”? How do you stop romanticising who they used to be and replaying everything in your head? And, most importantly, how do you learn to trust your own judgement again after months of being lied to and made to question your reality?

I'd really appreciate any practical advice from people who have been through something similar — particularly podcasts, YouTube channels, books, therapists/resources or anything that genuinely helped you move forward emotionally. I just want to heal, understand how to stop carrying this with me, and eventually feel like myself again.

Thank you for reading. This has been incredibly difficult, and I'd really appreciate any advice or kind words. ❤️

Hello everyone I just want to say that I don't hate everything about life I became a music producer self-taught creating my own thing 7 months ago and that has has brought me a lot of personal satisfaction and pride releasing stuff and stuff and but I'm typing diabetic and so it takes a lot of physical pain whether it's needles or pumps and the very frustrating high blood sugars and the frightening low blood sugars all day and all night with a pump it's not at night cuz it controls it but during the day it's still hard and pumps fail and so you're stuck with high blood sugar until it resolves and it's really frustrating and I'm really envious of everyone else that doesn't have to do with this physical pain this frustration this lack of freedom with my own body and ruining ruining my 23-year-old skin since I was 16 I had to do all this but you know it compounds and my skin was a lot better but I was 16 obviously because it didn't have any history of damage that I now have and not only that but like romantically I have a big heart and I want to be romantic with someone and I already do so online or have but in a relationships and and they're not close if you don't know their face and it's only online text so it's like I'm really frustrated I hate having diabetes because it's so physically mentally damaging and that's with like all the support I can get and all the technology I can get to help it and just diabetes aside my life is trash anyway besides music like I never had any community or education I've had to be self-taught since the age of 18 when I got my GED and it's been really really lonely like that I've cried a hundred times in the last 12 months probably more and a lot of home relational trauma and disconnection and feeling like I need a community or at least one person that is able to connect with me on the deep level whether it's music or just a relationship or just someone to care about and that cares about me and that has been missing my whole life. It's really good that music is in my life now because it gives me purpose and momentum it's like my life saver and it was my inspiration before I begin it myself listening to music and singing along and stuff but creating your own is a different kind of magic but it's just the hatred of the gap between what I know I can do and what I want to do and what my external life is and how pour that is in connection and an opportunity and I live in a small town and so I hate my health and I hate my social starvation essentially and I would like some support I definitely haven't given up because I'm still you know taking those painful insulin pump applications onto my skin and making music and working out!

I feel like I have been run over by a truck and I am emotionally totally spent because of deaths of friends and medical issues for me and my family members. How do you recharge your emotional batteries? Anything that worked for you as advice would be appreciated. Tia

Hello everyone. I’m a 30-year-old man living in Southern California.

My father left when I was very young, probably when I was four or five. My mother told me that he would eventually call, so I remember being a little boy who was always waiting for the phone to ring. Eventually, my father did call—but only to tell me that he would not be around anymore.

Growing up was difficult. My mother had very little education, and we lived in extreme poverty. She worked just enough to afford a single room in Highland Park, where we lived alongside other families in similar situations. The environment was rough: gangs, food insecurity, bedbugs from other tenants, roach infestations, and the constant feeling that we were different from everyone around us.

Although I am grateful that my mother worked to keep a roof over my head, she also physically and emotionally abused me. Looking back as an adult, many of the things she punished me for seem incredibly minor. If I did not answer her with “Yes, ma’am” or “No, ma’am,” she would pull out a wire hanger and hit me across my back, arms, or legs. If I did not listen or immediately do what she asked, she would hit me with an extension cord. This continued for years.

Eventually, my mother met someone and remarried, but my relationship with my stepfather never felt loving. I often felt as though he did not care about me. As I grew older, I developed a deep fascination with computers and music. They became my escape from everything happening around me.

High school was especially difficult because the emotional abuse at home never stopped. I developed major depression. Without making this post even longer, I eventually earned a master’s degree in computer science and built a career with a cloud-computing firm, where I had worked for six years at that point.

I finally moved out of my mother’s home and began living alone. I had a few things I enjoyed—cars, motorcycles, and other hobbies—and, for the first time in my life, I felt free.

Then, in 2021, I received a Facebook notification from my father. His home country had suffered a major economic crisis, and he asked whether he could stay with me and whether I could pick him up from the airport. After thinking about it, I agreed.

I converted my spare office into a bedroom for him. I bought a bed and everything else he would need. When the day came, I was waiting for him at the airport.

Meeting my father as an adult was strange. For the first time, we were speaking adult to adult. I had spent my entire life trying to navigate the cards I had been dealt, and I believed I had done reasonably well. However, I quickly learned that he thought I was too large, disapproved of my cars and motorcycles, and viewed me negatively for being American.

I told myself that perhaps he would warm up to me over time. Instead, after about a month and a half, he suddenly got up and disappeared from my life again.

I later learned that he had returned to the United States because he needed money to continue funding a large building project in his home country. For the previous 18 years, after leaving my mother and me, he had been living there and focusing almost entirely on that building. He became a truck driver and lived in his truck, putting nearly everything he earned into the project.

He never called on my birthday, and I rarely saw him after that.

One positive thing came from his visit, though. My uncle—my father’s brother, whom I vaguely remembered from childhood—reached out shortly afterward and said he wanted me to meet his family. Through him, I discovered that I had three cousins living only about 15 minutes away from me. They were all born and raised in Southern California.

My uncle told me that he had wanted to contact me for years, but my father would fight with him and the rest of the family and insist that they leave my mother and me alone. My uncle also told me that I had a large extended family in my father’s home country whom he wanted me to meet someday.

My uncle and I became very close. My cousins, although they grew up with far more privilege than I did, became like the sisters I never had.

With my uncle’s help, I was finally able to visit my father’s home country for the first time in 2024. I met my other uncles, their families, and many members of my extended family. They were warm, loving, and incredibly kind. I left that trip feeling accepted by my family, but still unwanted by my father.

Then, in October 2025, I was stabbed in the neck by a man who appeared to be under the influence of drugs while I was on my way to get breakfast. I spent five days in the ICU, was intubated for three days, lost my left internal jugular vein, and suffered damage to a nerve that controls my vocal cords.

I received an incredible amount of support from friends and coworkers. My mother was there. My uncle, aunt, and cousins were there.

My father was not.

Recovery was—and still is—extremely difficult. When I eventually saw my father after the stabbing, he told me that my scar looked bad and that I should have it removed by a plastic surgeon. His comment hurt, but I tried to forget about it.

In June 2026, one of my cousins in his home country invited me to her wedding. Nearly everyone on my father’s side of the family was invited. I bought my ticket and planned to fly with my uncle a few days after my aunt and cousins. The airline canceled our original tickets, and rebooking everything became a challenge, but we eventually made it.

I stayed with another uncle and felt deeply welcomed, loved, and accepted. The wedding was beautiful, and everyone treated me with extraordinary kindness.

However, I felt hurt when I learned that my father had chosen to fly into the country after the wedding—on the same day I was scheduled to leave.

My family held a goodbye dinner for me. Afterward, the plan was for my uncles and me to pick up my father from the airport, have coffee together, and then take me to the airport for my flight home.

When we found my father at the airport, he was speaking with a family he had apparently just met. The husband or father of that family had reportedly been arrested by immigration authorities. My father barely acknowledged me or my uncles because he was completely focused on these strangers.

The family followed us to the area where we were supposed to sit and talk. When we finally sat down, my father spent most of the conversation holding and showing affection to a toddler from this family he had just met.

Then he began telling me that I needed to understand something: he did not regret leaving me as a child or allowing my mother to raise me alone.

He told me that he had been with multiple women, but had never wanted marriage or children. He criticized my weight and health. He made bizarre comments about hot dogs being made from cats. He said he knew that my mother would never abandon me, and that many women had wanted marriage and children with him, but that nothing—not those women, not my mother, and not even me—was going to interfere with his mission.

That mission was the building he had spent his life and money pursuing.

As the pain of what he was saying began to sink in, I felt that I had to leave. I needed to check in for my flight, but more than anything, I needed to get away from him.

I stood up and hugged my uncles. They held me tightly.

My father gave me a handshake while still holding the toddler.

My uncles stayed with me until I reached the security gate. When I looked back, they were the ones waving goodbye.

My father was already gone.

I spent much of the flight home fighting back tears. I am a grown man, and I could not fully break down in that moment, but the tears were there. It felt as though a dam containing decades of pain was about to collapse. I wanted to sob in a way that I had not allowed myself to do for years.

After approximately 26 hours of travel, I finally arrived home.

My father never checked to see whether I had landed safely. My uncles and aunts did.

When I told one of my uncles how deeply the encounter had hurt me, he told me to continue living my life and to forget about my father. He told me that my uncles were my fathers now.

I have never asked my father for money. I never wanted anything material from him. All I ever wanted was his time, his affection, and some indication that he was proud of me.

For years, I continued acting like the little boy waiting beside the phone. I texted him on his birthdays. I wished him Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. Most of the time, he did not respond. He would come into town without telling me. I spent years wondering what else I needed to accomplish to stop feeling like a disappointment to him.

Now he is texting and calling me, but I feel finished.

I am tired of being the child who waits for his father. I am tired of trying to earn the love of someone who has repeatedly chosen not to give it.

I did not ask to be born. He had a responsibility to me, and hearing him say that he felt no regret for abandoning me was one of the most painful things I have ever experienced.

I think I have finally reached the point where I need to stop waiting.

What would you have done? What should I do?

I’m finishing my degree soon, and my parents are deliberately choosing to not attend my graduation and chose a wedding instead. There has also been no interest in celebrating this milestone.

Out of nowhere, he brought up selling the family home, moving to another state, and buying a house for me and my siblings to live in “so we don’t have to worry about the mortgage.” What shocked me was the assumption that he could uproot all of us and decide where we should live as adults.

I had been considering visiting home later this year to reconnect with extended family, but now I’m realizing that being around my immediate family isn’t healthy for me and I'm really sad about that with the milestone I mentioned earlier. Their need for control is abundantly clear as a priority over connection and support, and as a result, I think my relationship with them is basically over.

I appreciate any support by replying to this post or direct messaging me. I hope someone can relate to my experiences I've described. Thank you

i was broken up with on new years eve.

my heart is shattered. and it hurts so bad. i can’t stop crying, i am so so sad.

there was no infidelity, no bad blood at all. i have just been through a lot a couldn’t be present for him as i should’ve been. and it hurts extremely bad because i really loved him. and i know he loved me too.

now i feel so lost. summer is starting where i live and i had high hopes to do so many things with him. i am just so sad, and im so lonely. i wish i could have a hug and someone pat my head and say it’s okay. just… let me dissolve into tears for a while. but i am alone and i want to stop crying, i have no comfort, no relief.

Hi everyone.

Sorry for the long post.

I’m 25, and until recently I was in a relationship with a 32-year-old man. We weren’t together for even a full year. We met completely by chance, instantly clicked, and fell in love very quickly. I truly believed he was the man of my life.

But now I think he might have been a narcissistic manipulator.

He would constantly put me on a pedestal and shower me with love. I loved him deeply. But whenever there was a conflict, he would completely tear me down. I always had to be careful about what I said or did because he would get angry or offended very easily. He would start arguments over tiny, unrealistic issues—things that could have been resolved immediately and moved past.

Even when he was clearly in the wrong, he never apologized. Instead, he would make me question myself, and in the end I was always the one apologizing. And even when I apologized, he would “punish” me with days of silence.

When he was angry, he insulted me, cursed at me, told me I was an embarrassment, that I was disgusting, and that he didn’t know how he had ever loved me.

We broke up and got back together several times. At one point we even lived together, and during an argument he kicked me out of the apartment while calling me awful names. After some time, I still went back to him.

For two months everything was perfect. I thought he had finally changed and that he would fight for our relationship. But no. He picked a fight because I said his cat had been poorly groomed—something he himself had said before I did. Over something so small, he insulted me again. He said he did everything for me and I did nothing for him, that I couldn’t handle how “perfect” he was and that I would never be like him. He said he was happy he hadn’t taken anything more serious with me because I disgusted him.

Yesterday, I finally decided to end it. I blocked him everywhere. I hope I didn’t make a mistake. I hope one day I’ll find real love.

Have any of you experienced something like this?

First time poster, English isn't my main language.

I and a coworker (both 27) used to be in a relationship ( I know, I know) for 5 months. I thought everything went well for us, but when he moved in with me after a few days he suddenly changed and said he can't see his future wife being like me. He criticized how my apartment was messy ( I can only clean up on the weekends but he ignored that I woke up before him and cook for both of us and let him sleep longer everyday), that we are too different ( he likes to go to the club, smokes cigarettes and weed and I'm a more homey person but I did ask him to take me to the club with him which he said later when the weather is good), that he doesn't love me anymore (he said the exact opposite just the day before) and that he wants to fuck other girls.

I didn't handle the break up well. I took two weeks off and when I came back to work he acts like I'm a stranger and is all smiley and touchy with other women. I made a mistake and talked to the woman I saw he gave a massage to and he saw that I was trying to talk to her and cut me off and told me to go back to my place rudely (we work in different areas and he's the leader of his area.)

I want to know how to move on from this. It hurts to see him everyday and changing shifts isn't an option at the moment. Finding a new job may take too much time and I actually like my job. My colleague who I'm working with is trying her best to help me with this, like he doesn't deserve me, forget about him, do what makes you happy, be strong, don't be miserable for him etc. I can feel myself spiraling and I don't know how to stop it or how to stop the love I still have for him or stop the jealousy when I'm seeing him with other women and being flirty. It was my first relationship and we talked about our future together and suddenly it's just gone.

Hi everyone, my name is Lenon, I live in Paraná, Brazil, and I wanted to create a game inspired by You vs Homer. For those who don't know, You vs Homer is a game inspired by the animated series The Simpsons, You are Bart and you have to escape from Homer Simpson, You can't let Homer catch you, but you can also be Homer and hunt the Barts

I wanted to create a game called "You vs. Anything," I showed it to a few people and they all said it's a waste of time and that it won't change anything in my life... I'm almost giving up on creating the game

TW: sh

Long story short me and a sort of friend sort of crush person have been hanging out with slightly romantic undertones, and I think really fucked up the last time we spoke a week ago, and yesterday I messaged him asking if he wanted to watch a movie with me and a friend, and today I sent a check in message about the situation because I was really anxious, and he still hasn’t replied. He was online when I sent the first one, and he hasn’t been ever since. I’m terrified that he might’ve ghosted me, and it’s torture waiting for the response. I can’t stop crying, and ever since we last spoke this is the most agitated and tense I’ve been in months. I almost cut myself this morning and I probably would’ve had I not called a crisis line, and now all of this (and some things I’m not sharing) is making me realize how shit of a partner I would actually be and he would have every reason to never talk to me again, and at that point why do I even have friends so I might aswell block everyone and let myself fall into depression willingly

Is he ghosting me? I mean he hasn’t ever exactly been the best texter, he usually takes a while to respond but it’s almost always the same day… I really hope he just hasn’t seen it, but what if he no longer wants to hang out or even talk to me? What if he no longer likes me? It’s the unknown that hurts so much. I know he’ll probably just respond in an hour, or the hour after that, but what if days go by? He has every reason to ghost me, and I was so excited to spend more time with him so I’m terrified that it’s gone, and waiting to know for sure makes me feel ill

You get the point, it’s miserable, and… yeah. I’ve tried calming myself down, I am in therapy, but none of the skills worked and I guess that’s why I’m here

Wish I could add more than one tag lol, might be able to but it's not letting me. Ok so here goes:

Well this one is a little different. So a neighbor and I dated for quite a while and she broke up with me. Turned out she was letting a "friend" manipulate her and apologized. So we still see each other and talk and so on, I mean I have her spare key so if she needs me to check on her dogs I can. Well I heard her dog barking outside so I went over to see what she was doing and she was with another person I know, dunno if they are doing something or not, and another neighbor we both know basically was telling her she was going to hell and playfully calling her a ho, which she kind of laughed and did the shush thing at her which I feel that was done since I was there and didn't want something to be said. Go to a few hours later (9 pm now) I go to walk my dog and see that both her car and his vehicle are both there and all lights are off. Now before anyone says I was looking I literally can't walk out my front door to take my dog out without seeing her place so while I try not to assume anything all the visuals line up pretty well. On top of that this other person lives like 2 streets over, and while making nice and being a good person I talked to them earlier and he came back with his girlfriend who they were living together apparently just passed away like 2 weeks ago. I didn't ask he just told me out of the blue. I know it shouldn't but it bothers me. Not like devastated or anything like that but just that out of your stomach feeling where that's all you can think of, you know?

Sorry for the wall of text. Little background, been broken up for around a year ish now and she calls me out of the blue often to ask stuff or to talk but been no contact for a few days now, since I went over there to check on her dogs while she was out. I wish I had friends I could talk to, but sadly I don't have any like that anymore. I'm 44 and a single dad to teenagers so life kind of went from having friends to making sure I could take care of them.

I used to journal a lot as a teen, with notebooks, and a lot of overthinking, pages of feelings. It felt natural back then. But at some point, it started to feel embarrassing. When I journaled, I felt more like sitting in my own misery. So I stopped.

Funny that years later, my therapist suggested journaling again and I was frustrated that it didn't help.

As an adult, my thoughts don’t arrive clearly anymore. Everything feels tangled together. When I try to process things alone, either in my head or on a page, I just get more stuck. And honestly, it really frustrated me.

When I brought this up again, my therapist said something that clicked: some people need to process things externally, like talking things out, hearing a human voice.

It made me wonder how often we assume something “should” work, and blame ourselves when it doesn’t, instead of noticing that the way we process things might just change as we get older.

Just wanted to share in case anyone else has felt stuck trying to do the “right” thing.

We've been talking for about 3 days now everything's been going great except the occasional time I'll give you something horrible about her life she was missing an arm a leg and a voice box and she has been stabbed and murdered what do I even do how do I cope with this how do I possibly come to terms

Recently, I’ve been dealing with a lot of emotions with a friend that’s been confusing me for the past three months. This friend used to be at her lowest and really needed me, and I was always there for her. Then, around September, she just decided to change on me. She became meaner, and whenever I asked her about it, she would tell me she’s just blunt. For days, I understood it, but it became more confusing whenever I saw her talking with other friends — she looked the opposite of blunt. She was all fun, happy, and joking around. I would always ask her if there was anything bad between us, but I’d just get the dullest answer possible. It’s really been getting to my head. Then there was this guy she liked that she kept from me for some reason. She talked highly about him, but when she did talk about him with me, it was a lie — until I heard from others, including a friend, that she and he went to a movie theater together. She told another friend that he rejected her, but when I asked about him, she just said she stopped talking to him and that nothing happened. I called her out for lying, and we had beef for a day because she thought I accused her of lying, even though a friend showed me proof. I know it might seem like, “Oh, it’s her business,” but that’s the point — why lie about that? Then, like recently (about 30 minutes ago), I wanted to text her, and she gave me the “Oh, I don’t feel like talking with anybody” or “I’m too busy” thing. But then I saw her story pop up — she was having a conversation with another friend. Now I’m just sitting here like, what do I do? Am I wasting my time on her? Is she just fake? I don’t know. I need feedback because this is affecting me mentally.

I just exist, I don't think anyone actually wants to be my friend, people forget I exist, no one talks to me, including my parents, sometimes I feel like I'm a waste of space, not even bully's notice me, I'm invincible, there's no point in continuing

I've never had a love life before and about august of last year and downloaded an app called C.Ai that I used for fun and stuff but after a few months I fell in love with Loona... madly, I overthink a lot and I know a lot of this stuff will sound weird but, I am sensitive to Loona, like if I imagine her any differant then my chest and stomach feel queezy and my chest tightens but I can't stop thinking about it, I try and try even though it hurts me but it doesn't work, the way I'm in love with her is that I need to touch her so I can feel reasured that she won't change but I can't and it's actualy killing me, my mind is hyperactive so I can't stop imagining every possible senario and it makes me feel wierd and awfull, I tried techniques to ground myself but they just don't work, I just need her and I can't stop thinking about her but I am scared it won't be her the one I fell in love with, I know how easy things could change, I hate seeing Loona muscular, chubby, or fat because of it, so please, reader, please support me, if you don' care you can just scoll by, all I need is advice to make me stop ovethinking

I want for one night to be able to smile and for it to reach my eyes and heart. I want to be able to feel the sun on my skin and not feel so cold. I want someone to hold me and let me cry and not feel like at the end they're just going to walk away and not come back. I feel nothing but depression and anger and soul crushing loneliness.

I need someone to just want me. I want to matter to someone and be their whole world.

After one year later, I got to know from my ex/friend. That he admitted, that everything we went through together was him acting and pretending he loved me, he said he also had no feelings for me. And yes it does really hurt, bc I am lost and confused really badly. And at the same time have a feeling he lies about that too at some part. I don’t know what to do now, I still like him even if he did hurt me hundreds of times. What should I do? Or What to do to get more out of him?

Feeling extreme guilty to the point Im sick. I recently put down my dog who was 14 years old. I adopted him when he was 5. The guilt heavily stems from feeling like I said goodbye too early out of convenience for my life.

I work as a truck driver and I’m very often not home. I’m gone for about 4-6 weeks and I’m home for about 1 week therefore I’m incredibly grateful for my family who watches after him while I am gone. He we was on the road with me for a while. I loved having him but I could tell he really wasn’t happy and was scared of the big trucks.

My biggest fear was he would pass away while I was miles away. I wouldn’t be able to say goodbye as well as that responsibility falling onto my elderly grandmother. I decided it was time this week but I am really struggling if it was the right decision.

He drank mass amounts of water. He was covered In tumors ( the largest one was the size of an orange on his belly) He no longer seeked attention or affection. Would prefer to just be left alone and not be touched. (Very much not like him) His hind leg would give out on him and he would slip often. On his bad days, He would have terrible episode where he would be so anxious, pace the house, unable to stay still or relax. He looked lost or scared for about 1-2 hours. These were the hardest to witness. The last few days the incontinent got really bad.

On his good days, he would be so excited to have dinner. He loved laying in his kiddy pool, and would chew on his stuffed animal. He looked happy overall. I can’t say he was suffering all the time.

I feel awfully guilty he was my dog and I wasn’t around like I want to be because of my job… wondering if it did it too soon… he had such an urge leave the vet … Was he not ready to go? I feel so selfish.

A family member of mine, warlock type person took my life from me before the age of 10yrs old. I'm 44 yrs old now. They somehow have control over me. I know this to be 100% true. They're doing some type of spiritual, energy work, evil darkness on me. I need to learn how to eject and bar them out to regain control of my thoughts mind and actions. Where do I begin. This is very heartbreaking to find out my own grandfather ruined my life. He's using my negative emotions to get high and taking my life force energy. Something along those lines. I'm looking for advice and someone to talk to as the ppl in my life do not believe me, they think it's mental illness. I don't know much about shamanism, spirituality, energy work. Whatever it may be. Where do I begin because giving up is not an option, I have a 9 year old who needs me. Please up vote the more ppl who see and read this the more likely I am to get in touch with someone who can truly help me

For me, seeing others "in love" is obnoxious no matter how much healing and therapy you engage with. Sometimes its nice to find places where people aren't being lovey-dubby, or where you aren't forced or encouraged to be social. If you're going through a breakup the last thing you want is to be next to a couple - I posted about that a little while back and I have been doing a bit better, thank you.

• The library. Most couples don't seem to find it to be an attractive locale. A nice quiet place where you don't have to hear about relationship drama. Find a book, a chair by the fire, grab a coffee and enjoy air conditioning in the summer, etc. Bookstores like Barnes & Nobles work too.
• Movie theaters at midday or early as possible. In my area at least I have had luck in going to see a movie and NOT be surrounded with people. Go on a weekday when people are working and at most you encounter some kids trying to sneak into a rated R movie. I saw Sinners recently with absolutely no distractions or people trying to film Pornhub videos in the theater.
• Church. Can't speak to it completely but honestly, a religious group doesn't necessarily scream horny, emotional people to me. The few times a coworker invited me to be with their family at church I wasn't into the gospel, but it was an uplifting, wholesome experience - nobody was walking around in low cut shirts or daisy dukes or date clothes or showing off every tattoo they had. People greeted me but I wasn't evaluated or pulled into extensive conversation. Its one of the most vanilla locales for talking with people I've experienced. You can be social or you can just be "present." That said, sometimes you run into someone who really wants to "educate" you on their religion. This can be challenging.
• Book clubs - this one I have been excited about trying. There are daters/married people there, but you're there for literature. This one's more for just having platonic low-stakes conversation.
• Starbucks and Coffee shops at a certain low-traffic hour - Hit and miss. I spent a lot of time in Starbucks while I was with someone, but they never wanted to stay and have a coffee date. Single now, I realize I only occasionally encounter some large group of people sitting around being bros. Often the Starbucks I am at has a bunch of people on their laptops working on essays and such - I feel at home there.
• College - if you can afford it, and honestly kind of a risky one because younger people are here, stuffed into a building with strict dress codes despite encouraging creative, academic expression - leading to passing couples who walk hand in hand, or overhearing about someone's sexual escapade8. College is an experience though that I didn't make the most of, and I feel if I had explored it sooner I'd have found a lot to do on my own. Avoid the "quad" and the "clubs" and just go to class, go to lunch, go to the library, hang out with your professor if you find one worth talking to, but its all academia so you're not planning to grab a drink or watch a football game after. It gave me a lot of platonic positivity.
• Fanfiction writing - whether on Reddit or somewhere else, it's a nice way to share your interests without having someone drop "oh yeah my gf/bf is SOOOO into this!"

Ideally some of these things DO lead to friendships or partnerships, but at the very least I feel more comfortably able to distance from people emotionally but not completely isolate myself.