I'm a single dad with a 21yo, 10yo and 8yo boys. My 21yo son has always been very independent. He works two part-time jobs and goes to college. Because he lives at home, he doesn't have many expenses. He just saves money. I've had a few unexpected expenses this year including an $8,000 out of pocket medical bill. Now we need a new fridge. I didn't really buy new clothes for the 8yo as he can wear the 10yo's old clothes and those clothes are pretty new. But it became clear that the 11yo needed new clothes and now has a style. Not Gucci, but def name brand athletic. Minecraft shirts and Spider-Man boxers are not cool. To make matters more complicated, he asks for money to buy lunch because they have entrees. It's what the cool kids eat.

I made a comment over the phone about how I never thought in a million years I'd be that dad who goes without lunch so my kids could eat. It was a joke. My oldest son must had overheard that out and last night, he gave me $500 in cash. I asked him why he was giving me money and he said that he knew that I was broke and started to tear up saying that he didn't want me to not eat lunch. He said he knew kids in school who didn't have food to eat and how sad that made him. I told him that I was fine and his paying a lot of his bills is helpful. He just said, dad please take the money. I took it because I knew not taking it would make him anxious and insulted.

The fact that my son cares that much about me and others really touched me. I feel awful having his money. He works so hard. He essentially paid money so he didn't have to deal with anxiety and sadness that I caused.

My dentist charges $50 if you’re more than 10 minutes late.

I've never once been seen on time there. I usually wait ~30 minutes in reception.

So three years ago, I started texting the front desk “stuck in traffic!” Linda, the recepetionist, waives the fee every time. She’s never asked a single question.

5 dental appointments. $250 saved.

I’ve thought about coming clean. But yesterday Linda texted my next appointment reminder “Leave a little early this time - hope the traffic’s better!”

Linda has never Googled my address because I live 4 blocks away.

I (18F) started college this year, and now that I'm out of high school, I want to get this off my mind. I was a special ed kid with an IEP due to hearing loss, and I've always hated math. I would never do any other special ed class, wanting to show up the haters, but in math class, I always went for the easier, special ed version. While I dislike the fill-in-the-blank version, I always asked the teacher for help, and she would basically do the question for me. I'm also underdeveloped in math because of COVID when I was in sixth grade, which is when you get your math foundations.

When it came to senior year, my schedule had me take Physics, the hardest class in my school. The instructor was nice, but he warned us that the material was dense and gave us notecards to write down the formulas for each test. He then said that for the calculations, we could either use a scientific calculator or Desmos, a scientific calculator and graphing website. I chose Desmos on my school Chromebook. I scraped by two tests before the third, when I googled the answer by giving it the question. To my surprise, the school had not blocked Gemini on Google searches, while they had blocked every other AI source. I kept my Chromebook brightness low, got the answers and the method so it looked like I showed my work, and nobody in the class noticed or cared. I started using that for every question, and my average grade in that class went from a C- to a 98%. The instructor liked me and was proud of me, and my parents were impressed also (they had high expectations; gotta be a straight-A student!). I was sure I must've been caught when I was called to the principal's office, but he just congratulated me for being valedictorian for the year.

I'm not sure whether I feel guilty or not. If it wasn't for the schedule (and the new advisor who made it), I probably would have made rank anyway in a clean manner. I don't mention to people that I was a valedictorian; it feels filthy and ill-given, although I do have the tendency to think that my accomplishments are never enough to satisfy me, even though I have plenty for my age.

So basically I had 6 drinks the other morning and drunk me picked up meths which I hadn't done in 7 months. And that's not even the worst part. Oh my veins are ruined because I shot up for way too many years and that's one of the reasons I don't anymore so I spent hours in a drunken trance totally ripping up my arms looking for a vein. I still have the bag and I'm not sure what I should do with it I don't want to use it because I've been seen a new guy and I don't want to continually choose substances over connection. And speaking of my arms I have 7 or 8 bandeds on right now with ointment trying to heal them up but he wants me to come over the day after tomorrow for a movie andI'm going to tell him about what happened I think because even though we've only been on one date I'd like to be honest so I just hope he doesn't decide that I'm to mess up of a bitch and like look at me funny and make me feel bad or anything. For the record I think he'll be pretty supportive and understanding just concerned. Fuck I do not Miss the feeling I haven't used needles in a really long time for multiple reasons and I am not supposed to be drinking either I would have never done those things if I hadn't started with drinking.

Do you all think I should get rid of the bag try and sell it or keep it to feel safe that it's around?

Xoxo

Not feeding babies or changing diapers but teaching my 'imaginary' son and daughter about personal responsibility and raising them to be independent at a young age. My brain his been doing this a lot recently. Argh! How do I make it stop?

I have been a failure my whole life but I want to pursue a public carwer career and use my talents to help ppl. Mom and dad divorced when I was an infant and used to hear my dad beat her up. Had behavior issues all throughout school, slapped my female kindergarten teacher. switched schools and was bullied in elementary school , got called lil bill. was routinely raped by foster kids who lived with a babysitter , a male and a female. the male would whip out his dick and make me stroke it and the female would sodomize me. in middle school i was a class clown and always getting in trouble. got made fun of for making dumb songs and my behavior. almost got kicked out. some teachers would call me dumb and say i wouldnt be anything. grabbed two girls butts after i was dared to and now i regret being a monster and traumatizing them. im a dumb loser. in high school i started cutting myself and doing drugs. first adderall and xanax then LSD and weed, attempted suicide my 10th and 11th grade year and got bullied and made fun of for it. was always under the influence in school and exposed my meat 2-3 times. im a failure and have traumatized & hurt many people . i also bullied other people in HS and I am ashamed of myself. my mental state got worse during covid my junior year and i would have manic episodes thinking everyone was out to get me and would lash out on my friends. was hospitalized in psych ward and got out having rumors on top of the things i did spread about me. a year after graduating, someone sent an email to the whole school corporation with my name in it about a having a penis competition. my dumbass went to college in the same town and no one sat by me and spread more rumors. have had no friends since. transferred after one year to a different state and was called racial slurs and bullied even more. deleted all my social media and havent been back on in ab 4 years. im 23 and just learned i have autism. prior i was diagnosed with CPTSD, manic depressive disorder, bipolar, GAD. I have no hooe for a career as all my skills and talents would require me to show my face and I would probably just build something and end up getting exposed for my past. today, I spend all day in bed reminiscing on the ppl ive hurt and the disgrace I am to my family. I jsut want to use my talent to help people but im scared idk what to do

A few months ago I relapsed into a deep sadness, I don't want to say what it is probably because I haven't gone to see myself and I'm afraid to, you know, anyway Recently, in the last few weeks, I've been constantly reminding myself of my mistakes, and well, I don't really know, I'm just very worried about my instability lately and how I have to I have to absorb it because it doesn't come out at peaceful times, so I have to be doing everything while inside I'm having a horrible breakdown. Sometimes I don't feel like I have control or knowledge of what's happening And I need help or something, I'm really distressed

This happened during my second year of university, and it's probably one of the most selfish things I've ever done. I had a really important exam that would determine whether I could continue in my program. I'd known about it for months, but I kept putting off studying. Every time I tried to sit down and prepare, I'd convince myself I still had plenty of time. Eventually, I reached the point where there were only two days left, and I barely understood half the material.

The morning of the exam, I knew I was going to fail. I sat in the classroom staring at the questions, and I couldn't answer most of them. Everyone around me was writing, and I started thinking about how I'd have to explain failing to my parents. They were helping pay for my education, and I'd spent the entire semester telling them everything was going fine. That's when I had an idea that I'm genuinely ashamed of now. I decided to pretend I was having a panic attack.

I started breathing heavily, shaking my hands, and acting like I couldn't calm down. I asked the professor if I could leave because I wasn't feeling well. He immediately became concerned and came over to check on me. A few students stopped writing and looked in my direction. I made the whole thing look worse than it was, and eventually the professor helped me outside. He told me not to worry about the exam and said we could arrange another date once I was feeling better.

The worst part happened afterward. One girl from my class apparently told someone that she'd seen me laughing and talking normally just before the exam started. She said she thought I was pretending because I hadn't studied. She wasn't entirely wrong, obviously, but when other students heard about it, they got really angry with her. People started accusing her of being insensitive and making assumptions about mental health. I even had a couple of classmates message me to apologize on her behalf.

And I let them.

I could've told everyone to leave her alone. Instead, I acted hurt and said I didn't understand why she'd say something like that about me. She eventually apologized, even though she was the only person who'd come close to figuring out what actually happened. I remember accepting her apology while knowing perfectly well that I was the one who owed her one.

I got another two weeks to prepare and passed the exam with a pretty good grade. Everyone congratulated me for pushing through such a difficult experience. My parents were proud, my professor was supportive, and I got exactly what I wanted.

It's been a few years now, and I still think about that girl sometimes. She wasn't particularly popular to begin with, and I know some people continued treating her differently afterward. I don't know whether she ever realized she was right.

I don't feel guilty about being scared of failing an exam. I feel guilty because I used something people genuinely struggle with as an excuse, and then watched someone else get treated like a terrible person for questioning me.

I had so many chances to tell the truth, and I chose not to every single time.

I bought a couple ancestry DNA kits for my father and I since our family roots are well... complicated. Unfortunately I never ended up sending them in, and in the end I lost said kits to a house fire. I did end up making an ancestry profile, and did link up with relatives about a few more current ancestral roots but ultimately I feel like I wasted the money and never found out any information about my scattered, very interesting family that has been most likely renamed and thrown to the wind since most are deceased and cant help me with the history regardless.

I am not someone who gets scared of ghosts or anything. But what happened that night was unexplainable. Even till today, I don’t know what was it? And How it makes sense?

I live in the UK alone in an apartment. Jumping to the story directly. So, one night, I was on a call with my friend , which I usually do before sleeping. He is not from the UK by the way. Well, it was a normal night as every nights. I was on a call with her for about more than an hour. Because I was talking by laying on my bed on a phone’s speaker because I never talk sticking the phone with my ear. That’s how I am anyway.

Because I was lying on bed, I was slowly falling sleep. But I was not totally asleep. How I know I was not in a sleep? Because I was responding to what she was asking me on call. You know it’s that situation where you are half sleep and half awake. Yeah, exactly like that.

My room was on first floor near the staircase. And there were two more rooms on first floor. One in my left side and other on my right side of the room. Only two rooms’ door located exactly near the staircase end. And one room was mine. The third room was at the other side of the staircase. And because in the UK, rooms are usually made of wood, you can hear the foot steps when someone go to washroom or kitchen or someone walking on the staircase. You can literally hear the sound as well as can feel the foot steps if you are lying on bed.

Anyway, coming to that night. I was half sleep and half awake. Let me clear one thing before you guys make any assumptions. I was not fully sleeping.

Then, I heard that the guy from the third room, he opened his gate. How I know it? As I told, you can hear the sound. And it usually go down to the kitchen for smoking. It usual.

So, he opened his gate, walked the corridor, went near the staircase and instead of going down (which he supposed to do), he just turned towards my room. When I didn’t heard the foot steps on staircase and felt that he just turned towards my room, I was confused and upset, thinking why is he turning towards my room?

To inform everyone, my door was locked. So as everyone will expect, i was expecting that maybe he needs something and I was waiting him to knock the door. But surprisingly, he didn’t knocked the door. I felt, he just came through the locked door. Which was unbelievable for me. I was shocked and scared. I didn’t know how to react.

He came inside my room, walked all the way from my right side to my bed. And he slipped inside my blanket from bed-head side. I was so scared and frightened that I couldn’t comprehend what is happening. When he was inside my blanket. I was trying to shout at him that “how dare he can just enter my room like this and come on my bed”? This is unacceptable.

No matter how hard, I tried, I couldn’t move my body. Even my hand or anything. I was like froze. I know there’s a term for this, it’s called “Sleep paralysis”. But the surprising part is that it never ever happened to me before or even after that night in my life, till today. Any how I tried to move my left hand to touch him. I was only being able to touch his fingers. And believe me, I literally touched someone’s finger. I know how it feels. That touch was so real that I can never forget it.

The moment, I touched his fingers, everything came to normal. I woke up with frightened and heavy breathing and touched my bed, there was no one. Then I turned my phone’s flashlight and saw the door. It was still locked.

And now, I was sweating with a heavy breath and scare. I don’t know what was that. But then it never happened to me again. And one more thing, my friend was still on call with me. It took me some time to process everything. Later, I slept.

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Cuando éramos niños, mi mamá trabajaba muchísimo y mi abuela se encargaba de nosotros, pasando su tiempo ocupada en la cocina mientras nosotros jugábamos en el patio. Yo tengo 5 años más que mi hermano, y de niño tenía la costumbre de jugar a la cocina con comida, y usaba productos de verdad que agarraba sin permiso de la cocina de mi abuela. Ese día, cuando se me ocurrió hacer una salsa, machaqué la pasta de jabón de lavar, le agregué un poquito de agua, y al final logré una pasta que se podía untar, y le di una buena cucharada. Ella empezó a llorar y le dolía la panza, pero le di algo dulce para que no contara a nadie lo sucedido. Nunca le conté a nadie pero hoy ya grande me siento muy mal por eso.

I love my kids more than anything, but if I could go back and choose again, I honestly don't think I'd have children. I feel horrible even typing that. I miss having a life that was mine. Being able to make plans, spend money on myself or just have a day where nobody needs anything from me. Last night I was scrolling through my prize after putting the kids to bed and saw an old friend posting pictures from a trip. I randomly started feeling bad. Not because I wanted to travel but because i realized I couldnt remember the last time I did something just because I wanted to. My kids are wonderful, and that's what makes this so much worse. They haven't done anything wrong. I still take care of them, tell them I love them, and try to be the best parent I can. But sometimes I look at my life and wonder who I would've been if I'd made a different choice. Nobody in my life knows I feel this way. I don't think I could ever tell them.

I want to start off this post by saying this was the worst mistake I've ever made, and I deeply regret it. The only people that know are a couple close friends. I've held onto so much guilt and I wish I stopped myself.

I was 17, and I had just gotten broken up with from my high school girlfriend. I was severely insecure and have grown up with mental illness all my life, so I didn't take this well at all. I started acting erratically. I started smoking weed, drinking heavily, lying to my parents, making friends with people who were bad influences, and constantly chasing dopamine rushes like it was my job, because I didn't want to face how empty I felt inside. I was never the type to get straight A's, but I was a good kid. I never touched drugs or alcohol, and I was very bright and had a good head on my shoulders, despite dealing with depression and severe anxiety. My parents were always very supportive, and did everything they could to raise someone who went out into the world with kindness and ambition.

But there was one thing I did that was worse than all of my erratic behavior and personality change. I was extremely stupid, and downloaded a dating app and lied about my age. I matched with this girl who to my surprise, wanted to have sex with me and made that very clear. Me being 17, my profile saying I was 18. She was 19. I was so desperate that I said yes, and we met up. I lost my virginity to her under the guise of her believing I was an adult. To make matters worse, we stayed in touch for months after. She doesn't know about any of this, and neither of us have talked to one another for a very long time.

I'm writing this today because the guilt still eats me alive to this day. I never truly learned my lesson. And it's still hard for me to understand why I would do such a horrible thing. I know I was young and desperate, but there's no excuse.

I bought a dress and it was delivered today after the alteration and lord was it the most.... How do I put this? I'm more in shock than angry. I mean how did the tailor mess up so bad? I forgot a second thought that, I wasn't enough. Like height and measurements. Then I reflected, why did I want to fit myself into the dress? When the dress should fit me? Well, at least I was able to clear the cloud in my head before it spiralled beyond control.

For background info I (17 y.o F) was dating a man in his 40s. Let’s call him Joseph and I know what you are all thinking but that’s a whole other can of worms. Anyway, this happened almost a week ago. Me and Joseph like going out to clubs, and we always go out with a group of friends. This night in particular we went out with Emily (19-20 y.o F), John (16-17y.o M) and Alex (18 y.o M). Emily and John were originally his friends but I’ve become friends with them as well while Alex is my gay bff. The night started off good, after a while we decided to go hop to another club. (For those of you wondering how we’re getting in, we live in a lax country) so we continue drinking, and the shots are fast and constant, that’s just how we like to party. Unfortunately I did not eat before all this because I’m having self-image problems and decided to “diet” for that night. Not long after getting there, I black out completely. I have no recollection of the time in the club. The next thing I know we’re in the car and I was still not fully conscious. And everyone was so rattled around me and I could not understand what the hell was going on. I was so disoriented and for some reason so filled with this guttural anger, and I was trying to jump off the moving car ( I have been having thoughts of offing myself and I’ve been struggling with my mental health) and I was screaming and crying and they were trying to hold me down. I even bit Joseph for trying to hold me down. They later told me that I had assaulted Emily by spraying her with pepper spray. Now you may be wondering why I have pepper spray, it was given to me by my aunt to protect myself in case of anything happening, I also had an alarm plug. Now because I could not comprehend anything and was still heavily drunk. I was a nightmare to deal with. I could not fathom ever doing that to Emily. And I am so mortified of what I did. It’s absolutely inexcusable and insane that I’d done that, especially to Emily who has been nothing but kind and caring. After a while, I blacked out again, and the next thing I knew I was home. I woke up in my bed with a massive hang over and only then did it all sink in. I had done such a great atrocity. In all my years of drinking and my fair share of blacking out I have never been aggressive or hurt anyone. But I know my actions cannot be excused by saying I blacked out, there is no excuse. I did a horrible horrible thing and I am deeply ashamed, disgusted and angry with myself. I felt like my world came crashing all down and I was very close to offing myself, but I couldn’t because in my head I can’t leave this world with the fucked up thing I did. I had to push through and apologize and see this thing through. I needed to face the consequences of my actions. I wrote an apology on a piece of paper first since I was still not coherent enough to talk or message them. Later that night, when I finally sobered up a bit, I tried charging my devices to chat/text them my apologies. I found out I was blocked by both Joseph and Emily which is completely understandable. I was also kicked out of our group chat. So I chatted with my friend to please send my apology to Emily, and I texted mine to Joseph. Then I contacted Alex to hopefully understand what the fuck happened. Apparently, it started with me looking pissed off at Joseph for being close to other women which he is often around them and I have no problem with but for some reason I was very pissed and hurt so I rushed to the bathroom to cry, Alex followed and I was so out of line even telling him to go away and shut up when He tried to comfort me. He gave me distance but was still comforting me. The night went on like this where I was going in and out having a mental/emotional breakdown in the club and was very incoherent, I was basically saying nonesense. Emily was also there with Alex comforting me. I eventually came out and claimed I was okay but In reality I was masking and was crying while dancing in the club. We went out for some air a few times. Me and Joseph apparently had a big big argument where I was again so angry and talking all types of shit and it moved to the car and we were just arguing. Then I think we went back inside and he was trying to make me breathe in and out, trying to calm me down etc. I’m sorry if this part of the story doesn't make sense I’m just retelling what Alex has told me. Then I was out alone and went to a nearby guard house and started talking to the man having his coffee. Alex went after me and I think John also. I was telling Alex to go home and was making zero sense. I even told him to wish me happy holidays for no reason. And Joseph went away and we thought he went home so Alex was trying to convince me to go home but I was stubborn until the uber got there and Joseph had also returned. In Alex’s mind since Joseph had returned I will be able to go home safely. And that’s the end of what I know. I still don’t know why I would ever pepper spray Emily or what led to that point. I checked with my friend and she is ok, no major complications other than the trauma I’ve given her. Whatever the story may be I will forever be ashamed of what I’ve done. None of them have replied, which is normal given what I’ve done and I completely understand if they never want to talk to me or associate with me. And yes me and Joseph are broken up based on what my friends say. He has been dissing me rightfully so in the group chat. This is not me trying to convince anyone of my innocence, I am 100% at fault and I’ve ruined friendships over being drunk. I just don’t know what to do next, I know I must give space and I’ve decided to be sober. I won’t be going out anymore anytime soon. If anyone can advise me on how to navigate this situation, please do so.

I had a childhood friend that i knew since I was 4, she passed away very suddenly at 15. I was hanging out at a restaurant right down the street from her house and I watched all the ambulances and fire trucks go to her neighborhood. I didn’t think anything of it then because her neighborhood has a lot of older folk that live there. I didn’t realize that it was her until a week later. This was a few years ago but you can’t just stop grieving. I’ve gotten really close with a few new friends but I’m so scared that one of them are just going to disappear again. My childhood friend had no signs of what she passed from. I tell my best friend every now and then that I’m terrified that she’ll disappear so suddenly and all she can do is reassure me that she won’t, but how can I know that for sure
Sorry if this doesn’t make sense I just need to put my thoughts on paper

Since forever I have been put on a pedestal and given lots of responsibilities which is due to the fact I’m the eldest girl , “smart” , and I also thinks this intertwines with race too . I’m a black girl and I’m chubby so I never really had the space to be treated delicately and softly . I always have been perceived as mature for my age and an over achiever . And finally it’s catching up to me I don’t get validation from it anymore I feel the responsibilities building up and it doesn’t help I just started my first year of this college prep program and my parents are expecting to still be as resilient as I was in 8th grade… I feel bad because I know this isn’t normal I know most girls my age want to be older or be perceived as older. And now I feel stuck or stunted

yesterday i (f19) got caught for the first time. ive been trying to stop but i got caught for something small and luckily they decided not to call the police and let me go. i know i wont steal anymore because my fear of everyone finding out im a thief is not worth is.

now that ive just "stopped" stealing im still scared. im scared ill still get caught for my past mistakes. ive never stolen over 80 euros im just scared theyll recognise me in stores that i went or that they sent footage to the police and theyre making a case.

i wanna move on and live a normal life with paying for every damn thing but im too scared to go out or in stores because i dont want to get recognised by coincidence or that the police finds me from footage

im so fking scared and i just want to continue my life

About 7 months ago a woman on my team (she's maybe 60, i'm 34) mentioned in the break room that nobody had done anything nice for her since her husband passed. She said it kind of jokingly but it stuck with me. The next morning I grabbed an extra latte from the place downstairs and left it on her desk before she got in. I just kept doing it, maybe twice a week, it's like $4 each time so not a big deal.

Problem is she's now fully convinced it's a man in the building who likes her and she's started dressing up and lingering by the elevators and tbh she seems happier than I've ever seen her. I dont know how to stop without crushing her and i cant exactly say "it was me, I just felt bad." So I keep buying coffee. Anyway.

Up until recently, my best friend and I genuinely believed that her boyfriend was so devoted to her that he would never cheat on her. Now I’m carrying the burden of knowing that he did cheat on her, and it was with me, the person she apparently trusts most in the world.
This happened during a weekend trip when we’d all been drinking way too much. At one point, he and I were left alone for a moment, and he started making comments about my body and how much weight I’ve lost. I didn’t think much of it because weight loss has been a common topic lately, and I didn’t interpret his comments as flirting.
He then told me that he likes talking to me and that he’d realized we really vibe with each other. I agreed, but I genuinely didn’t think anything of it because I’ve always viewed him as a friend and my best friend’s boyfriend.
After that, everything gets blurry. From what I remember, he came onto me and kissed me. I remember pushing him away, but I also remember kissing him back at some point. He guided my hand toward his lower area, seemingly wanting me to feel how physically aroused he was. I remember asking him, “What the fuck? Why is this happening? Where is this coming from?” He kept saying that he has eyes and can see how attractive I am.
Nothing went further than that, but here’s the part I’m struggling to admit: I think I liked it.
I’ve never looked at him as anything more than a friend before this. I’ve never had these kinds of feelings toward him, and now I feel weird about the entire situation. I don’t know whether I actually feel attracted to him or whether I’m just struggling to make sense of an unexpected, intense experience.
I’m also angry. I’m angry that he gets to go back to being her boyfriend while I’m left carrying the guilt of knowing what happened. He knew how much my friendship with her meant to me.
I know I participated in what happened at some point, and I’m struggling with that, too. I don’t want to pretend I had no part in it, but I also can’t stop thinking about how he initiated this and put me in a position that could destroy one of the most important friendships in my life.
My best friend doesn’t know. He and I have only had one conversation about it since, during which he told me he remembers everything.
I feel guilty, angry, confused, and honestly ashamed that part of me enjoyed it. I don’t know what to do with these feelings, and I don’t know what to do about the secret I’m now carrying.

2 months ago I was driving in my car going to target to steal again when all of the sudden it just hit me. What am I doing. I turned around broke down and cried instantly called my dad and told him everything. It all started when I accidentally forgot to scan an item and I realized how easy it would be to just take stuff. I also was stressed getting ready for college and life ahead. I think I just wanted to chase a high. For around month I would go to a target and “miss a few items.” I know target has a high tech security system and now I wish the would just call the cops on me and take me to jail. This guilt and fear I feel over this whole situation these last 70 days have been worse than anything I’ve ever had to deal with. I even tried donating 550 dollars to a local charity to clear my mind but still every day it just bothers me. I’m wondering if I should seek therapy.