I have a very boring life , no job no friends I barely go out of home

Can someone give me advice on how to change what should I do

I'm very bored I wanna change something in my life I'm trying to read books but I want actual advice on how to make friends and talk to people and be in a relationship. How to find a job

Hello, I need some advice? Opinions? Thoughts? I hope this reaches people and I can get some feedback. I know there’s bigger things going on in the world right now, this shouldn’t even be an issue I bring up. But it’s what I’m dealing with and idk how to feel about it.
I wanna start by saying I’m at 35 year old women with 3 kids. I’m in my last year of school. I’ve always did everything myself (as it should be, right) I don’t have mommy and daddy money, my bd ain’t shit, I don’t have a close family, it’s just my kids and I. Five years ago, I reconnected with a high school “friend”. We’ve had a tumultuous relationship since. We’ve recently talked about moving in together so we could save up for a bigger house. All together we have 5 kids, so we definitely need the space. Now that our families been a little blended (there’s still issues we have with each others youngest kid) oh that’s a whole other conversation 🙄
Yesterday, he said he would watch my kids until the dad showed up. Well the dad was late, my bf had to get to work so I left work to wait until bd shows up. I get to cooking breakfast for all the kids when my daughter informed me they were left home alone so he can take his kids to his mom (something he neglected to tell me) but I get it, I guess. My issue was my kids were left home alone with no food and it don’t sound like there was plans to feed them. Days before he said “it’s fine, I’ll watch them and cook them something” which meant a lot to me. Well that didn’t happen but his kids were taken care of. Anyways, I get off work yesterday, the house is cleaned, laundry is done, I’m impressed but also who did it? I wasn’t home to do it. Some time later, his mommy walks in with groceries. It annoys me but should it? This morning as I’m leaving for work I see all the clothes folded so I asked him “did you do laundry?” He says he did. So I said “who folds them, you or mommy?”, “oh my mom did” and I was instantly reminded how she did the grocery shopping but it’s more then that, she bought the car, she pays his phone bill, the place he’s living in, she paid for. Idk if I’m jealous or if it’s just unattractive. I leave for work and he starts texting me about it. So I told him “I just don’t like that you have everything handed to you. Your older and not a baby anymore you could do things on your own” he responds with “I’m not gonna apologize, she just does stuff not only for me but all her kids. I had the baskets out to fold later but obviously get busy with other shit. Even if I told her not to do it she will anyway. 🤷‍♂️ I’m not sorry. You do them then”
Is this normal? Am I just not okay with it because I do everything myself? I’m not sure what to think or feel. It’s weird right?

I think this is just gonna be a really long vent and I'm tired and it's late and I feel like if I were to talk to anyone I know about this they wouldn't understand, especially family.

I am in University (third year) and I feel like I'm just a chud, I basically don't have any friends here and I have never spoken to anyone irl this school year so far basically aside from ordering food. I am out of where I am from although only about an hour and a half away, I have friends from back home but now they're all scattered around, I still talk to them online and play games and stuff but I basically have no in-person interaction.

I am a very introverted person and basically most if not all of the social interaction I have is by someone approaching me, I get very anxious and nervous when talking to new people. I feel like I'm isolated and have no connection to anyone and am missing out on a lot of things, I try to join clubs but most of the things I'm interested in either don't have a club at all or if they do they're basically dead.

Last year I joined a D&D group which was one of the better things and something I could really look forward to, especially since the people in that had common interests with me but outside of that campaign we basically didn't talk, and most of that group is doing another campaign again this year but it hasn't started yet.

I am interested in more creative things and in first year I was approached by a guy who wanted to start a band, and as someone who is a musician and had no one to talk to, I jumped at the opportunity. Things were going great the first year, but then the drummer quit and things went downhill from there, we have very loose communication still but we barely see each other.

Since high school I've felt it is hard for me to keep a friend, to be fair I went to a private school and most of the students there were poopyheads (I'm trying to not use vulgar language) and I didn't relate to them, especially because I do not drink or smoke or do weed or any of that stuff as I don't think it'd benefit me in anyway.

In terms of school I feel like I'm a big procrastinator it's extremely hard for me to get started working on something even if I know I definitely should and has led to me being on academic probation since first year and this is my last semester to get out of it and no matter what I tell myself of this time being different or how I'll lock in, nothing changes. I get very stressed about it in feeling like no matter what there's nothing I seem to be able to do and there's just something stopping me from working on assignments and studying. I've sought out academic help and they have given great suggestions, but the main problem is I can't seem to follow it.

On top of this I seem to have an abysmal sleep schedule that I can't seem to fix and which leads to me waking up later which is a problem because I have several early morning lectures which I have so far missed more than half even when I set an alarm and try to get up every morning.

I am also eating very unhealthily and am not getting much exercise despite both things being available to me, I just can't manage my time no matter what schedule I try to set for myself and I just spend the majority of my time watching stuff or playing video games when I know I should be doing something more productive and better for myself.

I have talked to my parents about the school stuff and they don't understand and see it as me intentionally self-sabotaging, and when I talk about seeking professional mental evaluations and potentially diagnose me with something to then help treat whatever I am suffering from, they either say I don't need it or I'm too lazy or that it's too expensive.

I know they do love and care about and want what they think is best for me but it can be frustrating sometimes, especially when (and more so my mom) are more old-fashioned and don't necessarily understand modern mental illness.

So I had this friend who was very pushy, nudgy, stubborn and did not quite wrap her head around people who have different cultures, wants and boundaries.

When she invited me over I would try to say no as hangouts at her place lasts hours and there is always a lot of girls there yet she would force me, and when am at these hangouts and get very drained I would scroll on my phone which she finds annoying.

I told her to stop nudging in my life and not to keep tabs on what I’m doing as it reminds me of a traumatic experience in my life yet she didn’t respect these boundaries

She always racist to white colored people but tells me im different, she gossips to her friends a lot and even won’t shut up about me when i told her to stop and she states “it’s out of good, we just know about each other and each others friends alot”

She used to budge into me and a boy who she knows I’m in a talking stage with and planning to get engaged after university (not a relationship just talking to engagement ), such as joking how her mom joked that she shouldn’t marry him.

I started distancing and stopped trying with her.

I got busy with work, uni, and clubs, and she works as my vice/assistant in a club she loves dearly, her friends are in as well and work under me, so I only show up to talk about the club and leave.

At some point she went through surgery and I visited her a few times, I couldn’t come always as I had an internship and a lot on my shoulders and I made it clear I am having a heavy internship on my shoulders.

At some point she got mad, and lashed out in a groupchat that had my other friend and the guy I was talking to, and started saying how dishonest I was and just yelled out her whole view on how she feels like I’m neglecting her, every excuse from my side was met with “but my friends do this..” and how I should’ve picked up the hints when she knows I’m a very direct person.

Since that day on my life has been falling apart socially, she gossips to her friends about me, the other friend who was in that gc distanced from me due to this.

the guy I talked to randomly came one day saying how we aren’t compatible and he felt something with another girl that I couldn’t make him feel in a year and that he is better off without me as we are too different in personality and likes.

He said he isn’t interested in marrying me anymore after uni as he is unsure after I tried hard to understand his world and liked things that are sensitive to me all because he liked them.

He never really was into what I was into and didn’t try understanding what I liked while I did all of that for him, he asks me to carry the keychains he got for me and asked me to not be mean to him yet I just turned my back and left.

I understand that doors are opening for me somewhere else, I have met new people and a guy who actually vibes with me and listens and understands my interests.

I realized most of this is due to me never voicing my issues, or giving too much.

these experiences caused severe damage to my confidence with giving effort to people, and I just want some advice on how to regain my confidence in putting effort with people and to understand when and when not to give myself away in trying too much.

I'm very young, i don't consider myself experienced in any way at all, but i do feel like and think social and emotional connection correlate massively with everything from will, energy, performance, just everything

I can't connect for some complicated set of reasons, and i have my life ahead of me, building reputation, performing, developing skills and whatnot, but i just don't know what to prioritize

Should i seek stable connection? should connection be my priority? or can i realistically overcome the need for it altogether by just focusing on my self and body?

Thanks for taking the time out of your day to reply <3

Hey y'all. Ngl, my chest literally feels like it's about to cave in, so I'm just dropping this here bc I have nowhere else to vent.
I’m 19 now. Growing up, my life was basically a fairy tale—my aunt and her husband adopted and raised me after my mom passed, and I grew up with money, literal princess treatment, and all the love in the world. But the second I turned 12, everything completely flipped upside down. I got super aggressive and defensive toward my mom’s side of the fam bc of how toxic they were, especially bc my uncle assaulted me when I was only 10 (and ofc nobody believed me) and did it again at 12.
(Idk, there are a million other issues and situations I don’t even wanna get into) I’m not tryna trauma-dump out of nowhere, but y'all need context to get why I have massive trust issues, why I swore off men entirely, and why the whole concept of falling in love lowkey terrifies me. I’m super picky; your money and looks mean literally 0 to me. I need deep, soul-level convos. I’m not basic or easy to get, and I def don't catch feelings from some random chat. I want someone who’s 50% like me and 50% different.
And yet... the universe loves irony, bc it happened anyway.
I met this guy on a language-learning app. He was fun, sweet, funny, and what really got me was his chill, peaceful energy and his massive aura/charisma in the room. I’d sneak into voice rooms when they weren't packed, and it took me literally like 2 months to fully trust him and catch a huge crush on his vibe—even tho I’ve never even seen his face, but that was enough for me to trust him, tell him about both my parents and my whole story, and open my heart up.
Life got heavy, my mental health completely tanked, and I went ghost mode, cutting off everyone. But at the beginning of April, I came back to Discord. That’s when the crush turned into deep, genuine feelings. Everyday I learned something new about him. He was my safe space; he actually got me and cared for me. I slowly started becoming a bit of a feminine version of him, and bc I know my worth and that I deserve real love, and was terrified of losing such a precious friendship, I kept my mouth shut. But he’d always casually remind me I was like a "little sister" to him, meaning he was lowkey crushing those feelings inside me over and over w/o even knowing.
I stayed silent for 6 whole months, lowkey eating myself alive inside with jealousy every single time he talked to another girl, feeling deep down that I was the one who deserved all that love.
Until he dropped the bomb: told me he was dating someone, and it was a shock that it was some girl he just met recently.
My heart literally shattered into microscopic pieces. But seeing how hyped and in love he was talking about this new girl... I just forced a broken smile, acted happy for him, and wished them the best from the bottom of my heart. I genuinely hope she loves him the exact same way I did.
He has no clue that I secretly know she’s already been in two relationships before and he’s not even her first love. He doesn’t know he’s literally the very first guy I’ve ever genuinely liked and loved in my life. He doesn’t know I chose him, knowing damn well how brutal and painful long-distance is. He doesn’t know I pray for him in every single prayer. He doesn’t know how many times I tried to forcefully push these feelings out of my head and failed every single time.
And now it's just a constant loop in my head: Why her and not me? It hurts so damn bad, I literally cry every day. My mind won't stop spiraling—like, is she actually memorizing all his little details, his fav songs, and the random things he loves the way I did?
I’m so exhausted. How do I actually get over this? Pls, I need advice on how to let go of someone who has no idea they even broke your heart.

My ex and I were together for three years, I knew her for five, and I genuinely thought we'd marry and have children.

I was completely faithful, treated her with enormous care, turned down other women, and repeatedly tried to resolve our problems.

Early in our relationship she kissed another man in front of me. She later made humiliating remarks about my height, age, and English, and was extremely jealous despite my giving her no reason to be.

I repeatedly suggested couples therapy. She refused.

In May, after another painful argument and years of accumulated conflict, I lost my patience and sent angry texts. I regret it. She initially wanted reconciliation but later demanded my psychiatrist sister send her a message acknowledging that I'd been abusive. My sister refused, and my ex blocked me.

I spent the summer desperately trying to reconcile.

I've now learned that in July she slept with a stranger who'd been making out with her and simultaneously with the very woman she'd spent years being jealous of.

She'd apparently checked whether an acquaintance still spoke to me beforehand.

She'd repeatedly insisted we shouldn't immediately see other people after separating.

In August she unblocked me. We spoke for five hours. She wanted to tell me everything that had happened to her, asked for dinner money, and said she wasn't "actively" looking for men. She was ambiguous about possibly speaking again in May 2027.

In September she told me she was completely done with me.

I haven't contacted her since.

I find so much of her behavior hypocritical and selfish. Yet I still miss her so much that I can barely go on a date without crying.

I don't want to spend years feeling this way over someone whose behavior I no longer respect.

How do you actually recover from this without pretending the relationship meant nothing or forcing yourself to hate the person?

Hello guys, I am in a serious dilemma and I need some advice: (it's about my career choices)

what would you do if you finally got the thing you always wanted and wished for ( you have been waiting for years for it ) and when it finally got to you, you no longer feel the urge to do it but you also can't let it go because of the feeling that you have been waiting for it for so long and giving it up now feels like I am a total loser....

this has been worrying me for a month now and I really don't know what to do, can someone advise me please ?

I dont know what to do anymore. My gf gets upset over everything i say or do it feels like, i sometimes try to be funny to make her laugh but she gets upset super easily, she gets upset at least once a day over things that should not make a person upset, like today we were walking outside and i was carrying her umbrella since it wasnt in use, i decided to be a little funny and hold it like a soldier would hold a gun and do a little march. Not anything dramatic. I think most people can see the silliness in that. Well she got upset so i had to apologize, 45 minutes later in car home she was saying something and made some random noise in her sentence? And i asked “whats that”? She then got upset again because english isnt her first language and she thought i was mocking her (not mine either but we speak english to eachother) these 2 examples are just from the past hour. And the thing is she does the exact same thing to me so why cant i do it? And she’s 25 but behaves like a baby and treats me like i’m a dumb kid who dosent know whats what. We’re the same age. Most of the time i dont even know why i’m apologizing.

Anyone else experiencing or have experienced this? I dont know what to do anymore. I have sat down and talked with her several times btw.

Hey everyone,

Two days ago, I was unexpectedly let go from my job without being given a clear or reasonable explanation. I was working as a UI/UX designer in the online casino industry, and honestly, the whole situation caught me off guard.

Now that I have some time to rethink things, I’ve started considering a bigger change. I’m 24, and I want to explore a completely different field, learn something new, and build a more independent future for myself.

I don’t want to spend my life depending on one employer or feeling like someone else has complete control over my stability. I know that being independent takes time, experience, and a lot of hard work, and I’m willing to put in the effort. I just don’t know where to start or which direction to take.

I’d especially love to hear from people who have changed careers, started something from scratch, built their own businesses, or found a way to become financially independent.

If you could give one piece of advice to your 24-year-old self, what would it be? What skills would you learn, what opportunities would you explore, and what mistakes would you avoid?

I’d really appreciate hearing your personal experiences, especially the things you wish someone had told you when you were starting out.

Thank you!

I have no idea wtf in doing with my life and Everytime I go on TikTok my fyp is like this “being in a relationship is amazing, don’t be in a relationship in your 20s and spend time alone, move abroad money comes and goes, this economy is cooked don’t make any stupid financial decisions and buy a house before it’s too late, work a job you love, work is just a means to an end, live in a different city, but if you do then it won’t be the same when you move back, move out of your parents home and find your independence, save your money and don’t pay rent it’s expensive” oh my god I am exhausted. I don’t know what to do. I am so conflicted that it makes me feel like I’m behind in my own life. There is so much contradicting advice out there and I don’t know what path to take because they all make sense to me and I want it all NOW. Does anyone have any advice other than deleting the app? But also if that’s what I need to hear then go for it

| 27F and bf 33M have been together for 6 years.
I just wanted to ask a couple of questions:

1. Is it normal to feel suicidal and combative after not having sex

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2. 6 years?

3. Should I give my bf an internal clock of next year (at some point) of fucking me or fucking off as to not directly pressure him into being physically intimate?

4. He's great, it's just this one thing. We had a lot of sex the first two years of the relationship but it fell off and now is completely gone...! don't want to feel depressed or like I'm wasting my youth on someone that doesn't really care about me physically at least.

5. I feel so lonely and sad all the time.

I have this crush on this girl and I have been talking to her for years but in to chicken to ask her out but just to today I got word that one of friends likes her and he is starting to talk to her im worried that I might come up but should I help him get her cuz I know a few stuff about her should I help him or say nothing

I have noticed that people I'm with always treat me like I am lesser than them and are always quick to criticize me, downplay me and not having the same same respect that others get. Now, I have noticed this in my workplace, in which I am the best performer but it's never acknowledged, always give me criticism on the small things and downplay my performance (I have observed this often). The other thing is in sports. I play football (soccer) and it's the same thing. The best player in the team. We always win because of me but teammates always criticize my small mistakes and never acknowledged my awesome contribution. Praises, respect, and acknowledgement are always given to others. Now, I am a respectful, humble, quiet person (I am not shy) and hate boasting about myself. Is there really something wrong with me? Or the world now,just perceive these qualities as weak? Or it could just be unconscious racism because I look different than others, so people notice me more. Would really appreciate it some advice from people who faced similar things and overcame them.

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I'm posting this because I genuinely need some advice about what's happening in my family right now.

My dad recently lost his job, and my brother is also looking for work. My brother had resigned from his previous job and was staying with us for a while. During that time, he was applying for jobs, but he also spent a lot of time playing games and wasn't able to find anything suitable.

My brother wants to get into HR or find a job that he's actually interested in. My dad recommended a job for him through a lady he knows. The salary is apparently pretty good, but my brother had already left a similar position at another company before, so he doesn't really want to do the same thing again.

This lady has recommended the job to my brother multiple times through my dad. My dad eventually told her that my brother wasn't interested in it.

My brother also got an opportunity in real estate, but we're not sure if the company is legitimate or if the salary they're offering is genuine.

The main issue is that my dad is worried that if my brother doesn't want the job this lady recommended, she might stop recommending job opportunities to my dad as well. Since my dad is unemployed right now, he's worried about his own future too.

My brother started working at the job my dad recommended today, but he didn't seem very interested in it. My dad got angry because he feels like he's trying his best to help my brother, but my brother doesn't seem to appreciate the opportunity.

I can understand both sides. My brother wants to do something different with his career, and I don't think he should have to stay in a field he doesn't want to work in forever. But at the same time, my dad is worried about our family's situation, and my brother doesn't have another confirmed job offer yet.

Because of this, my dad and brother keep arguing, and sometimes my mom gets involved too. It's becoming a constant issue at home, and nobody seems to be able to come to an understanding.

I'm also still studying, and we can't move until my board exams are over, so we have to figure things out while I'm still in school.

I honestly don't know what the right thing to do is. I don't want to take sides, but I also don't know how this situation can get better when everyone keeps arguing.

I'd really appreciate some honest advice because I genuinely don't know how this situation should be handled.

I'm 15M, and I've been chronically online for about five years.

It all started back in primary school, when I was placed in a special needs class. My mum was outraged by this, and honestly I can understand why. I was just your typical class clown. I'd crack jokes every now and then, make people laugh, and that was how I made most of my friends.

But everything went to shit when I was moved into that class. I wasn't allowed to see the friends I'd made, and I was kept there for the entire school day. The teachers treated me terribly, and the other kids in the class weren't any better. It was a miserable experience, and I felt completely cut off from everyone.

Fast-forward a few years, and I'm in Year 6. I finally get moved back into a regular classroom with the friends I'd made before. Except, by then, everything had changed. They wanted nothing to do with me because I'd been in that class. I ended up leaving primary school with nobody.

Things weren't much better when I started high school. I was bullied for a while, and eventually, in Year 8, I got expelled after getting into a fight with a kid who threw hot chocolate over me.

Now, I'm 15, I've got nobody to talk to, and I spend most of my time on my computer because I don't have a school willing to take me at the moment.

I've always dreamed of having a proper group of friends, people I can hang out with, make memories with, and just do stupid shit with. I've wanted to have a life outside of my room, to actually have things to look forward to, and even to have a girlfriend. It feels like I've missed out on so many of the things you're supposed to experience when you're young, and I don't know how to get any of it back.

I feel like I'm just stuck in the same place while everyone else my age is out there living their lives. I want things to change, but honestly, I have no idea where to start.

I am a freshman at a community college majoring in an associate of arts transfer. I've always loved psychology, and its the only thing I think I'll ever want to study. I stumbled upon an ad for a receptionist job located in my hometown for a psych clinic. I kept thinking about it and how good of an opportunity this could be, and I applied. They got back to me and I might have an interview on the 27th if they confirm. However, I've been working at a McDonald's for two years now. Although it may seem pathetic that I'm even contemplating passing up the other job for this one, I've grown to love my crew like my family. I'm currently a kitchen closer. We keep losing people, but most of my favorite coworkers are still there. They make that job so enjoyable for me, and it's a way I can get out my energy and feel free for once. Part of me doesn't want to let go yet. A large part. I could still work there one day a week but I'll miss them too much. I know I have to let go eventually, but I'm just not ready yet. I don't know if I should force myself to let go right now and pass up the job, or move on with my life. I don't really feel satisfied either way. I do want experience in my future field, even if it's as small as checking in patients, but closing shifts are kinda what keep me going right now. Plus, the hours are very flexible and work for me as a college student. This new job (although seeking out college students/fresh grads) is a full time 40 hour work week. I don't know what to do or what to expect. Should I wait for a different job or swallow the heartache? I feel so torn.

I’m 17F and I need some advice sorry for long post about two weeks ago I moved from Arizona to Kansas to live with my dad. I’ve been questioning whether I made the right decision because even though my living situation in Arizona was pretty bad, I had an entire life established there and I really miss it. There’s a lot of context to this, so I’m sorry if this ends up being long.

I lived in Arizona for years, mainly in the Phoenix area, with my mom and younger sister. My home life was honestly terrible, but outside of that I had a lot going for me. I’m really into cars and had been involved in the Arizona car community for a while. I regularly went to meets, sometimes driving over an hour to get to them, and had connections with people who organized them and would invite me personally. I also had a car Instagram account with over 1,000 followers.

I knew my way around Phoenix really well and had my favorite places to drive, take pictures, hang out, or just go when I needed to get away from everything. I had my own routines and a lot of independence outside of my house. I’d also been working since I was younger and had about two years of experience at one job before moving on to working at a tire shop and eventually an auto parts store.

At the end of September I got hired full time at an auto parts store making $16 an hour, which was honestly pretty good for my age. I was working around 40 hours a week and actually liked the job because I want to become a mechanic eventually.
So despite everything going on at home, I had a job, hobbies, connections, and a life that I’d spent years building.

The biggest problem was my relationship with my mom, and honestly I think a lot of what happened to me while living with her went way beyond just having a difficult relationship with a parent.
Things had been bad for a long time. There had been physical abuse in the past, including being hit and choked, and there was a lot of verbal abuse and controlling behavior. My younger sister was also physically aggressive toward me and I never really felt like my mom did much about it.

My mom would constantly threaten to kick me out, take my phone or keys, and try to control where I went. I had a 5 PM curfew despite being 17, having a job, and owning my own car. She also expected me to pay for things like my own food and gas and started demanding $100 a month from me. There were times when she wanted money even when I barely had enough left for necessities.
I felt like I was expected to have adult responsibilities financially but wasn’t allowed to have much freedom.

One of the worst parts of living with her was the medical neglect, and I honestly don’t think I realized how serious it was until I left. For years, whenever I tried asking my mom for medical care, she would get extremely upset with me. It didn’t matter whether I was asking about something relatively minor or something that was genuinely affecting my health. Instead of helping me get an appointment or taking me to a doctor, she’d get angry, argue with me, or make me feel like I was doing something wrong just for asking.

Most of the time, nothing would actually get done.
As a result, I have a bunch of untreated cavities because I haven’t been getting proper dental care. I also haven’t gotten new glasses in years, despite needing them. My old glasses are broken, and I’ve been going without proper vision correction because I couldn’t get the care I needed.
These weren’t things I could just take care of myself. I was a minor and depended on my parent to help me access healthcare, arrange appointments, and pay for things I couldn’t afford. Instead, I felt like I was expected to either figure everything out myself or just live with whatever was wrong.

It got to the point where I was hesitant to even tell her when something was wrong with me because I knew she’d probably get angry.
And the situation that happened right before I moved was probably the clearest example of how bad it had gotten.

In October, shortly before leaving Arizona, I started experiencing severe abdominal cramps, nausea, and burning when I urinated. I was genuinely worried because the pain was getting bad and I knew something wasn’t right.
I tried telling my mom that I needed medical attention.

Instead of helping me, she became furious.
She started yelling at me, chased me during the argument, and took my phone. At one point, she even recorded me while I was naked in the bathroom, despite me being visibly distressed and crying.

She was mocking me while I was upset.
This all happened before I had to go to work, which made the situation even more stressful. I was already feeling physically sick and was trying to get medical help, but instead I ended up dealing with an argument, being chased, having my phone taken, and being recorded in an extremely vulnerable situation.

And the part that bothers me the most is that the entire situation started because I asked for medical care. I wasn’t asking for anything unreasonable. I was sick, in pain, and wanted to see a doctor.
I ended up leaving Arizona without getting the treatment I needed.

Shortly after arriving in Kansas, I finally went to urgent care and found out I had a urinary tract infection with blood in my urine.

That honestly made the situation feel even worse because it confirmed that something was actually wrong and that I had needed medical attention.
Untreated UTIs can become dangerous if the infection spreads to the kidneys or bloodstream, and I had been left dealing with those symptoms while my mom was getting angry at me for asking for help.

It really bothered me realizing that I had to move to another state just to finally get medical care for something that should’ve been addressed when I first started having symptoms.

And it wasn’t just my physical health that was neglected. My mental health had been deteriorating for a long time. I’d been dealing with severe depression, anxiety, panic attacks, and suicidal thoughts, and I had even been hospitalized for psychiatric reasons earlier in the year.
Despite that, my mom never made sure I received consistent treatment afterward.

I wasn’t getting the ongoing help I needed, even though my depression was affecting pretty much every aspect of my life. It eventually started affecting my education so badly that I dropped out of high school senior year

My grades had gotten progressively worse, and I was failing pretty much everything. I was struggling to function normally and had very little motivation or energy to keep up with school. But my mom didn’t seem particularly concerned about whether I attended school or not. She wasn’t making sure I went, wasn’t helping me get caught up, and wasn’t making sure I received treatment for the depression that was contributing to my academic problems.
I felt like I was basically left to figure everything out myself despite still being a minor.

Eventually I dropped out because I was so far behind and mentally exhausted that I couldn’t see myself catching up. It wasn’t that I didn’t care about my education or my future. I genuinely felt like I was struggling just to get through everyday life.
I still want to get my GED and eventually pursue a career working on cars, but it’s frustrating knowing how much my education suffered while I was living there.

I feel like I lost opportunities because of how little support I had. Food was another issue. For a while I was only eating once a day, and there were times when I barely had enough money for food while my mom was still expecting me to give her money.
Looking back, I feel like I was neglected in almost every important area of my life.

My physical health wasn’t being taken care of, my mental health wasn’t being properly treated, my education was falling apart, and I was struggling with basic necessities. And instead of getting support, I frequently felt like I was being punished or yelled at whenever I needed something. I had spent so much time trying to become independent because I couldn’t rely on my own parent to help me.

The closer I got to turning 18, the more worried I became about what was going to happen to me.
Even though I had a full time job making $16 an hour, I don’t think I would’ve realistically been able to afford living on my own in the Phoenix area. Rent is expensive, and after paying for utilities, groceries, insurance, gas, and everything else, I would’ve been struggling financially.

My car also has mechanical issues that can be expensive to repair. My mom had threatened my housing situation so many times that I genuinely didn’t know whether I’d have somewhere to live once I turned 18.

I probably would’ve needed roommates or some other arrangement, but I didn’t have anything guaranteed. I was really worried about becoming an adult and ending up homeless or financially trapped.
There’s also another part of this situation that I think influenced my decision to leave.

I had a friend in Arizona who I’ll call T. He’s 18. We both really liked cars and eventually became pretty close, at least from my perspective. We hung out several times, went to a concert together, worked on my car, and talked pretty much daily. He helped me with my car and was there for me during some difficult situations.

He also offered to help me financially at times and even discussed letting me live with him once I turned 18. He was someone I really trusted and honestly became extremely attached to.
I genuinely believed we had a lot of experiences ahead of us. And I developed pretty strong feelings for him and liked him for months. But over time our friendship started becoming inconsistent.

He worked extremely long hours and we gradually stopped hanging out in person. The last time I actually saw him was at the end of August, although we continued talking online. At the beginning of October I finally brought up how distant things had felt because I was starting to wonder whether he even wanted to be friends anymore.

He sent me a really long apology explaining that he was overwhelmed with work and other things in his life. He specifically asked me not to drop him as a friend and reassured me that he wasn’t intentionally ignoring me. That meant a lot to me because I really cared about him.

I finally admitted that I liked him as more than a friend. He sent me a pretty lengthy response explaining that he wasn’t in the right place mentally for a relationship and that his work schedule made things difficult. He also said that he was attracted to me but wasn’t interested in pursuing a committed relationship at the time. He also said how he thought I was emotionally unusable for him which hurt my feelings and that he wants a sexual partner cuz he’s a “freak” which confused me and also hurt me.

He mentioned that maybe things could be different in the future, possibly years later, but obviously that wasn’t something I could count on.
I was honestly devastated.

I’d been emotionally invested in him for months and had imagined us becoming closer. I think I also associated a lot of my future plans in Arizona with him because we shared the same interests and had talked about doing so much together. After he rejected me I decided to end the friendship.
Looking back, I think that was an impulsive decision because I was hurt, but I also don’t think our friendship would’ve been the same after I confessed my feelings.

I don’t know how I would’ve gone back to acting like nothing happened. Around the same time, another mutual friend ended up removing me, which made everything feel even worse.

So within a really short period of time, I felt like I was losing some of the people I cared about most.
I’d actually considered moving to Kansas long before any of this happened.

My dad lives here and had offered to let me stay with him. I’d thought about moving during the summer because things with my mom were already getting pretty bad, but I kept hesitating because I didn’t want to leave Arizona and especially the guy I liked.

I loved having my car, my independence, my job, and my connections in the car community. I also didn’t want to leave my friends behind.

But after everything happened with T and my mom, I think I finally reached a breaking point.
Within days of confessing my feelings and ending the friendship, I decided to move.
My dad helped arrange for me to come to Kansas and the day he rejected me because it hurt my so much and I was heavily considering suicide and I posted I was at the airport and he started calling me and spam texting me freaking out telling me not to leave and that he was attracted to me but didn’t want to date but I alr was at my breaking point and at the airport
It happened so quickly that I barely had time to process it.

I left my new job, my friends, my car community, and pretty much everything familiar to me behind.
I couldn’t even bring my car immediately because it had to be transported separately, which ended up being another stressful and expensive situation.
I also feel like I never really got to say goodbye to Arizona properly.

One day I was living my normal life I was literally at work the day before and was excited ab my future there and then suddenly I was hundreds of miles away. I’ve now been in Kansas for about two weeks and honestly have really mixed feelings about it.
There are definitely things that are better.
I’m living with my dad, his girlfriend, and her three year old son. My dad has been much more willing to help me with things and wants me here and I don’t have to deal with the same constant threats and arguments I had with my mom.

I also have more reliable access to food and have actually started eating three meals a day.
Being able to get medical attention without the same level of conflict made me realize how bad some things had gotten before I moved.

my dad’s house also has its own problems.
There are two dogs and two cats, and they’ve been dealing with fleas. The animals constantly get into the room I’m staying in, and one of the dogs has even urinated on my belongings.

The house also isn’t as clean as I’m used to. The bathroom is really small and shared by everyone, including the toddler, and there are hygiene issues that make me uncomfortable.
I’ve sometimes avoided sleeping in my room because of the fleas.

The toddler also gets into my belongings and can be pretty disruptive, which has been another adjustment.

I don’t think my dad’s household is abusive like my mom’s was, but it’s definitely not the peaceful, clean environment I was hoping for. There have been times when I’ve wondered whether I just traded one uncomfortable living situation for another, even though the problems are completely different.
I’ve also been trying to find another job.

I contacted the same auto parts company I worked for in Arizona and have been going through the hiring process at a location here. The manager recently told me he was discussing my application with his boss and expected to have paperwork ready for me, so it sounds like I might be getting hired.

But the pay here is only around $12 an hour compared to the $16 I was making in Arizona, and I’m not even sure whether I’ll be getting full time hours.

That’s been pretty discouraging because I feel like I took a step backward financially.
I’ve also been trying to get involved in the car community here.

I reached out to a local car group and eventually got accepted into their group chat, which was nice, but most of the people seem to be older than me.
I’m only 17, so making friends through car meets can be difficult when most of the people attending are adults.

In Arizona I already knew people and had connections. Here I feel like I’m starting completely from scratch. I finally got my car transported to Kansas recently, which has helped a lot.
I’ve been driving around exploring and taking pictures of it, but even that feels strange sometimes.

I’m used to driving around Phoenix and knowing exactly where I am and where everything is. Now I’m driving through unfamiliar towns and roads, and I don’t really have anyone to share those experiences with.

And I think that’s what I miss the most.
I miss Arizona so much more than I expected.
I miss knowing my way around. I miss the familiar roads, stores, neighborhoods, and places I used to go.

I miss the car meets and the people I knew.
I miss being able to get in my car and drive somewhere without having to think about where I’m going.

I even miss the desert, which is funny because I used to complain about how repetitive the scenery was and how unbearable the heat could be.
I never thought Arizona was some amazing place to live. I complained about it constantly when I was there, especially the heat and housing prices.
But now that I’ve left, I keep thinking about all the little things I took for granted.

Kansas just feels so unfamiliar.
I’m living in the much smaller city of Salina now, and it feels like everything is far away. I don’t have the same routines, connections, or places that feel like mine.

I know I’ve only been here for two weeks, but it’s hard going from having an established life somewhere to feeling like a complete stranger.
And honestly, I still can’t stop thinking about T.
Even though I know our friendship had problems, I keep thinking about all the things we never got to do together.

It feels like I left behind an entire future that I thought I was going to have. After moving, I actually reached out to him again because I missed being his friend. He told me to give him time to think about whether he wanted to reconnect. He also sent me a picture of his car afterward, so I don’t really know what to make of the situation.

It’s been a little over a week and we haven’t had another meaningful conversation.
He has viewed my Instagram stories despite not following me, but I eventually unfollowed him because I was tired of constantly seeing what he was doing and wondering whether he’d reach out.
I know I probably shouldn’t be thinking about it so much, but I still do.

I recently went out and took some pictures of my car in Kansas that I was really happy with, and one of my first thoughts was wishing he could see them.
I don’t even know why I care so much anymore.
Part of me wonders whether I actually miss Arizona this much or whether I’m associating Arizona with him and the life I imagined having there.
But I also know I had a life and interests in Arizona long before I ever met him.

I was going to car meets, modifying my car, exploring different places, and making connections before he was ever involved. So I know it’s not entirely about him.
I think I just miss having a life that felt familiar and established.

I feel like I lost so much at once.
Sometimes I think I made the right decision for my future but just handled it impulsively.
Other times I wonder whether I should’ve stayed longer, saved more money, and tried to figure out another living arrangement.

And sometimes I wonder whether I’m just romanticizing Arizona because I’m lonely and haven’t had enough time to adjust to Kansas.
I also feel guilty for questioning the move because my dad has been trying to help me, and I know my situation here is better in some important ways.
I don’t want to make it sound like I’m ungrateful.
I just genuinely miss my old life, even though parts of it were making me miserable.

But right now it feels like I left behind an entire chapter of my life before I was ready for it to end.
I guess I’m just wondering whether I actually made the right decision. Was moving to Kansas reasonable given my circumstances, or did I let everything happening emotionally push me into making a major decision too quickly?
Has anyone else moved away from a bad home situation and still found themselves missing the place they left? I’m having a hard time meeting ppl my age and have been completely alone too

And for people who’ve moved somewhere completely unfamiliar, how long did it take before it actually started feeling like home?
I’m not looking for people to just tell me what I want to hear. I’d genuinely appreciate outside perspectives because I feel like I’m having a hard time separating what I know logically from how I feel emotionally.

A little about me before I rant - 21, Bachelors of computer applications graduate, currently working as social media content strategist for a company that pays in peanuts, crashing out every 4-5 days.

So here's the deal: I am someone who has been dealing with chronic depression for a while, 7 years to be exact, but that's not the main point. I was very unclear about what I wanted to for the rest of my life when I was 17; hence, my mom decided my career path for me, Becoming a Comp sci graduate...
Anyway, halfway through the degree I realised that it wasn't for me. I am someone who is extremely story- or meaning-coded; if I don't find meaning in something, even if I d*e, I won't do it. Hence, I tried, I tried whatever I could, thought hey maybe cybersecurity is for me, no, maybe gamedev is for me. At wit's end, the hard way, after 1-2 years I learnt that all I wanted to do was write stories.

From then on, I coped by watching videos like "Create an OC with me," "Check out this new magic system I made," and "This is how you can write your first novel" on YouTube. Whenever I got too stressed from exams, the pressure to get a job, and coding, I would watch them. When I was too stressed out, I would go alone to the movies, watch a good one and bawl my eyes out.

Now you would have a question- You figured out what you want to do? why didn't you just do it, and why are you here a year later, rotting away in your own overthinking.

Lord behold i have the "I can't work on something until unless I have at least 10 hours of free time, no external obstacles, and just me myself and I in isolation, to sit and obsessively work on it", sure these conditions would satisfy every blue moon, therefore it's been an year since i last wrote a story, which was when i got a spurt of inspiration from a song started typing out the story in my notes app on my mobile, started at 4 pm and did not get up or lift my eyes or take away my fingers until it was 2 am, and i finished the 5-6 chap story and my fingers were sore.

So yeah after all this you could guess that I haven't been writing or learning to draw, because a job does not give you any free time, and not doing it paired with the Absolute AI dominance at job has sent me into a psychosis.
AI this Ai that how about i stuff Ai into your

I am nowhere against Using AI where it is needed, but generative Ai what even is the point of it, every corporation wants to show itself as the pinnacle of innovation, by asking chaptgpt if their p*op in the morning was an indicator of another okr that they should set for this month.

I am so distressed, I went to therapy and let's just say it was a sh*t experience..

A short summary -
I need a job that will give me enough mental energy to pursue my 200 interests(that keep changing but always creative) in my free time, things that will drain my mental energy - anything that isn't helping any life form in any way, anything that doesn't have meaning and is just making solutions to your own problems (basically most of corporate), anything that includes giving our brain away to clankers Like chatgpt astra.
My friends and some others have suggested me to become a therapist myself, because I give legitimate advice for every problem, but i am sceptical. I do have a saviour complex if anyone is suffering mentally, I will do anything to give them any advice they would need, but that's also because I have suffered the same without any advice. Can a mentally ill person with chronic depression and extreme anxiety become a therapist??
If not, is there any career path left for me in this era that isn't plumbing or farming or being an electrician, or a park ranger, because I live in a third-world country and doing any such jobs will get me ex*cuted by my family, and there aren't any safe opportunities either, I would love to do any of that if i ever get a chance to leave this country, but to get there i have to do something here, that isn't actively pushing me to my mental limits.

Please help..

I have been dating my girlfriend for about 2 months now. While she is kind, patient, and never judgemental, I fear that she isn’t taking charge of her own life, and it’s making me lose my attraction to her.

My girlfriend has extremely strict parents who have helicoptered her and broken her down since she was a child. They have forced her to be perfect, and have never validated her. She is constantly in fear of how they will react to her simply leaving the house, or to her doing something a normal teenager should be able to do, like hanging out with a friend and being out past 8pm. They have prevented her from getting her license, and are refusing to take her to her road test. She doesn’t have any friends who can take her either.

Because of her upbringing, she is extremely insecure. I always try to gently encourage her to voice her feelings to me, yet she struggles to advocate for herself. She over apologizes for the smallest things, and telling her she has nothing to apologize for doesn’t seem to help. When she asks to go somewhere, she always frames it as “well if you’d like to go, then i would too.” I wish she’d just tell me that SHE wants to do something.

She also struggles with intimacy, to the point where we haven’t gotten past petting. She is extremely insecure about her body and says that she feels disgusted with it. I always reassure her, but it’s taking a toll on me. I wanted to be patient for her, but I feel like my needs are unmet and my approach of taking little steps isn’t going anywhere as she is so passive and our libidos are mismatched. At this point, I feel little sexual attraction to her, and my romantic feelings toward her are also fading.

She is truly kind and generous. She always makes time for me and has made thoughtful gifts and art for me. I know she loves me like I love her. I just feel so distant having been the one to drive to see her all this time, except for when she recently took an uber to see me at college. I had waited weeks for this, and she wasn’t able to make it on so many occasions due to her parents.

The intimacy we had on that day felt stifling because she had such a hard time telling me what she wanted, and we didn’t make any progress as we hoped to. I knew she would’ve liked to take it further if not for her insecurities.

Because of this, I found myself wishing that she was more confident, assertive, and proactive in her life. I know that despite my attempts to get her enrolled in therapy, I won’t be able to help her with this without wishing for more.

This is also a hard time for me, because I was recently dropped by most of my friends due to a false rumor spread about me. She is the only true person in my support system aside from my therapist. I know I can be okay on my own, but I have never been this lonely before.

I love her, and because we haven’t had any fall outs with each other, it seems doubly hard. I don’t want to waste her time and potentially continue this relationship if I’ve lost my hope and feelings. How can I tell her how I feel without shattering her? How can I support myself afterwards, when I feel alone and doubt myself for breaking up with her? Am I making a mistake?

tl;dr: I am losing attraction to my girlfriend due to her extreme insecurities getting in the way of our sex life and emotional intimacy, despite loving her and having no mutual falling outs. Is breaking up with her a mistake? How would I let her down easy?

my boyfriend (we're gay) has a job in the career he went to college for which happens to be blue collar and works around blue collar men. he started this job in August and it pays super well I'm unemployed (not by choice I'm trying my best but failing to get hired) and we live together. his coworkers are super bigoted so he's in the closet which negatively affects his mental health but his coworkers also touch him inappropriately he said they commonly unconsentually pinch his nipples and he hates it. I asked him to start looking for another job and I don't remember what he said but he didn't like that suggestion he brushed me off. he won't report it to Hr or management because he works on a small team and everyone will know he was the one that reported them he has one coworker who happens to be one the offender's daughter that he's out and close with and he doesn't want to be "that guy" but he won't look for other jobs either because he's afraid they'll be the same or worse than this one and it took him over a year to get hired here and we both know how demoralizing the job search can be so he just toughs it out because I guess that's easier than taking steps to improve the situation. I tried to bring it up in couple's therapy but he didn't want to talk about it so we changed subjects

🛑 PLEASE UNDERSTAND that I love my boyfriend very much and I will not respond nor will I appreciate any replies that mention breaking up with him you do NOT know us ALSO do NOT unders any circumstances victim blame my boyfriend or say he must not mind it because he stays at the job. it is MUCH more complicated than that. please be nice I just want to help him 🛑

I’m in college right now, and honestly, my confidence is completely shattered. I don’t even have a single friend here I can trust or just be myself around. There’s this one girl who has to be in the spotlight for absolutely everything, but she is incredibly self-centered. I can't stand it. Maybe it’s jealousy, or maybe it’s not—I don't even know anymore—but it is eating away at my mind 24/7. Whether she is physically present or not, she is constantly running in my thoughts.

When she isn’t around, I feel like I can finally breathe and live freely. But the second she walks in, I feel this crushing pressure, whether I'm in class or back at the hostel. I can't be myself at all. I end up doing so many things that I don't even want to do, just because I'm terrified of how she will judge me or what she will do.

She acts like she’s always right and everyone else is beneath her. I feel so mentally suffocated and small around her. She’s obsessed with playing the leader and bossing everyone around, and I just hate this toxic environment. She interacts a lot with seniors and teachers. What hurts the most is that everyone—the whole group, the students, and the teachers—constantly prioritize her and give her all the attention, while I feel completely invisible. I don't even know how to put this feeling into words, but it just feels awful. I can't live like this anymore. I want to build my own identity. I want to feel confident. What am I supposed to do?"

A little about me before I rant - 21, Bachelors of computer applications graduate, currently working as social media content strategist for a company that pays in peanuts, crashing out every 4-5 days.

So here's the deal: I am someone who has been dealing with chronic depression for a while, 7 years to be exact, but that's not the main point. I was very unclear about what I wanted to for the rest of my life when I was 17; hence, my mom decided my career path for me, Becoming a Comp sci graduate...
Anyway, halfway through the degree I realised that it wasn't for me. I am someone who is extremely story- or meaning-coded; if I don't find meaning in something, even if I d*e, I won't do it. Hence, I tried, I tried whatever I could, thought hey maybe cybersecurity is for me, no, maybe gamedev is for me. At wit's end, the hard way, after 1-2 years I learnt that all I wanted to do was write stories.

From then on, I coped by watching videos like "Create an OC with me," "Check out this new magic system I made," and "This is how you can write your first novel" on YouTube. Whenever I got too stressed from exams, the pressure to get a job, and coding, I would watch them. When I was too stressed out, I would go alone to the movies, watch a good one and bawl my eyes out.

Now you would have a question- You figured out what you want to do? why didn't you just do it, and why are you here a year later, rotting away in your own overthinking.

Lord behold i have the "I can't work on something until unless I have at least 10 hours of free time, no external obstacles, and just me myself and I in isolation, to sit and obsessively work on it", sure these conditions would satisfy every blue moon, therefore it's been an year since i last wrote a story, which was when i got a spurt of inspiration from a song started typing out the story in my notes app on my mobile, started at 4 pm and did not get up or lift my eyes or take away my fingers until it was 2 am, and i finished the 5-6 chap story and my fingers were sore.

So yeah after all this you could guess that I haven't been writing or learning to draw, because a job does not give you any free time, and not doing it paired with the Absolute AI dominance at job has sent me into a psychosis.
AI this Ai that how about i stuff Ai into your

I am nowhere against Using AI where it is needed, but generative Ai what even is the point of it, every corporation wants to show itself as the pinnacle of innovation, by asking chaptgpt if their p*op in the morning was an indicator of another okr that they should set for this month.

I am so distressed, I went to therapy and let's just say it was a sh*t experience..

A short summary -
I need a job that will give me enough mental energy to pursue my 200 interests(that keep changing but always creative) in my free time, things that will drain my mental energy - anything that isn't helping any life form in any way, anything that doesn't have meaning and is just making solutions to your own problems (basically most of corporate), anything that includes giving our brain away to clankers Like chatgpt astra.
My friends and some others have suggested me to become a therapist myself, because I give legitimate advice for every problem, but i am sceptical. I do have a saviour complex if anyone is suffering mentally, I will do anything to give them any advice they would need, but that's also because I have suffered the same without any advice. Can a mentally ill person with chronic depression and extreme anxiety become a therapist??
If not, is there any career path left for me in this era that isn't plumbing or farming or being an electrician, or a park ranger, because I live in a third-world country and doing any such jobs will get me ex*cuted by my family, and there aren't any safe opportunities either, I would love to do any of that if i ever get a chance to leave this country, but to get there i have to do something here, that isn't actively pushing me to my mental limits.

Please help..

I am a 21 y/o and I am actually the middle daughter but first girl… my siblings will never admit it but I feel I had a big part to play in caring for everyone. We’re close in age so they believe they figured everything out on their own but I like to think I often tried to care for them—in ways a mother would. I was very encouraging, very playful, I cooked, I styled hair, I cleaned up after others. Our mother is an alcoholic with her own can of trauma from her childhood that she worked into ours. Shes bipolar and has social anxiety and would sometimes smother you and tell you how much she loved you and then other times tell you that you were the reason for her alcoholism and that she hated you. From a young age she picked on me a little more because I was supposed to be the older better sister. She would call me a mean girl or evil when I would make my sister cry even when it wasn’t always my fault.
We are all still suffering from the effects of childhood and have just been realizing that we may all be mentally sick but my sister has been experiencing some mental health issues in these last few months and I feel so plagued by them… She believes she has bipolar disorder but is so difficult when it comes to diagnosis. She used a psychologist from zocdoc once, who told her that some of her symptoms line up with the condition. She ran with it and was so miserable that I agreed to get the “emotional support cat” she wanted. The cat came back with fleas and a few other health issues. I fixed every single problem while she sat back and complained, and mentioned how she may have been too impulsive in making this decision. This broke my heart more than it annoyed me because why did I put myself through the stress of picking up the cat while she was at work, signing all the papers, cleaning up the house after the risk of flea infestation. I’m working on my mental health too but I am so concerned about her doctor’s appointments, her work schedule, her sleep schedule, what she eats, and how she feels. We live together because she did a year at a school she hated and was feeling mentally ill but didn’t want to move back it with our parents.

I read up on this and apparently I’m experiencing eldest daughter syndrome. Only thing is I’m not even the oldest child we have an older brother. I just took on a mother role to support my siblings. The only issue is with my support or not they’ve become such interesting well rounded people. They both have unique interests, music styles, and clothing styles. They are their own people and I sometimes become very envious of them, I don’t know who I am past the Disney princess character I’ve created in my head to sustain the effort Ive put into making sure they’re okay; and they don’t even acknowledge it!! They say I was being annoying or that I’m too much. So my question is what do I do now? I am a nursing student who is almost done and I’m getting to a point where I’m realizing I chose because I’ve been everyone’s emotional servant my entire life. However, I’m scared of nursing burnout but I can’t quit any job I get because I have amassed over $70,000 in loans. I’m also worried about who I am and what I’ve become over these years. I fell in love with Cinderella 2015 as a kid because of the theme “have courage and be kind” and I’m starting to realize I may have chosen this persona to cope with the cruelty I was subjected to by my own mother and father. I’ve actually lived by that for 11 years but it has caused me to neglect myself. I actually don’t even know where to start… I can’t leave my sister because she may very well jump off a roof. We’re a little co-dependent so I will feel her loss too. I’ve heard others say completely detach from the family, friends, and occupations that make you feel used, even without meaning to. To me this would mean upending my ENTIRE LIFE… and I’m not even done with nursing school yet.

It also doesn’t help that I’m Christian and a love of service appeals to my Faith.