Sometimes, we carry things inside us that we wish someone would just hear—without judgment, advice, or interruption. If you have something like that, something you can’t tell your friends, family, or anyone around you… I’m here.
I may be a stranger, but sometimes strangers are the best listeners.
Whether you want to drop it here or message me, feel free. I’ll read every word.
No fake positivity, no shallow replies—just someone who’s genuinely willing to listen.
You don’t have to go through things alone.
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I’m currently in a quarter life crisis. found out a family member of mine molested some of my siblings.. I was then raped by a tinder date, then was sexually harassed a few weeks later at my job. Lost my car to a hurricane. Quit my job because I was facing retaliation for coming forward that a surgeon was harassing me during the surgeries. Had to move all the way back home bc I just couldn’t do it anymore. I’m depressed, anxious, definitely have ptsd from it all. I can’t leave my house without severe anxiety and paranoia that something bad is going to happen to me. I tried to go back to work but I couldn’t handle it. So now I’m just existing and I’m unemployed. My savings are running out, it’s been hard to try to find a therapist and I’m off my parents insurance pretty soon. Oh and I barely have any friends left here! But on the bright side, I’m alive, have a roof over my head and food.
I’m exhausted. I’ve been searching for a job for months after graduating and passing the bar exam. Many applications I hear nothing from. The less than 10% I hear back from reject me, those that interview me also reject me. They say they have decided on a candidate with more experience.
When I apply for “lower” positions, I’m told I’m overqualified and therefore they won’t consider me.
Add onto this I suffer from anxiety & depression. I hate dealing with change – ie being the new kid on the block, meeting new people, dealing with a new environment and new stressors).
My anxiety literally makes me paralyzed. I have broken down in tears a ton as of late. I can’t sleep at night from anxiety. There are times the anxiety causes severe nausea and stomach pains.
I’m exhausted.
I’m lucky my parents are supportive and let me live with them. I’m lucky my family is encouraging and so are my friends. Everyone gives me advice (plenty good but I’m already doing it). But I still feel like such a failure and a burden.
All I want to do at this point is lock myself in a room and huddle under a blanket in bed or in a corner.
I just feel so lost and hopeless
more people need to offer this without trying to fix or spin it positive
just a “drop it here, I got you” space
respect for holding that door open—most ppl scroll past, you paused and made a seat for someone who needed it
hope someone takes you up on it today. probably will. probably already did.
No matter what I do in life or the things I achieve (which hasn’t been very much mind you) I have an inability to see that it means something.
Grew up being told I would amount to nothing, and that I was nothing. Now I’m nearly 30 years old and I carry those words with me every day of my life.
I’m hoping maybe by the time I’m an old woman that I can learn to love myself like people haven’t done for me before. It’s hard to love something no one wants.
I don’t feel like living or see a point in going on.
I’m 17, graduated high school a year and a half early, was expected by EVERYONE to go to a successful college and “make my family proud and bring money home”. I’m not, I haven’t answered any colleges. I don’t care about people anymore. I first tried to kill myself at 8. My family knew. They just made sure I stayed quiet.
I grew up on a farm, I have seen gore and death since I was a kid, and I think my mind is fucked. I don’t care when people die, I’m addicted to self harm and am obsessed with scars.
My mom hates me because I’m a girl and look mexican like my dad. She has neglected and harassed me my whole life.
I hate many of my peers. I feel so far away from them. Not in an arrogant way, I just can’t relate to anyone, I’m embarrassed to be me. I hate the tiktok generation and the brainrot. I hate how entitled they are, and how they bullied me for being poor all my life.
I just want to be dead, I put my gun to my head and against my lips recently. I know my gun very well, the feeling it leaves, the ring in my ears, the pop I feel all throughout my body.
I know I can pull the trigger. Easy. And I think I will soon.
edit: Writing this made me feel like a stupid teenager complaining and venting. I’m 17. I feel like I don’t deserve to be sad about my life or judge my parents.
I tried to kill myself when he broke up with me because I had this feeling I’d never feel that good or loved ever again.
It’s been 20 years and, so far, I’ve been right.
I divorced my wife after just a couple of years of marriage, despite all the times I preached I don’t “believe” in divorce and that I would never do it. And I feel like every negative thing that has happened to me since then has been a consequence of a higher power punishing me, and I feel like I deserve every bit of it. I don’t know how to be happy, especially knowing how much I hurt her and my kids. Not a day goes by where I don’t regret my actions and how I went about them, and with every passing moment I fear my kids will grow up to believe I walked out on THEM, and it’s AGONY. It hurts watching anything on tv that involves a child and parent because I imagine myself and my kids in every situation.
I’m a later-in-life diagnosed ND (38, AuDHD), and I just want to say… I feel this in my bones.
Unmasking has been like ripping off layers of armor I didn’t even realize I was wearing. And now that I’m finally starting to see myself clearly, I’m realizing how much of my life wasn’t built for me at all—especially my relationship.
I’m in something that screams wrong in every way. It feels like an emotional death trap I can’t escape from. Like I’ve spent years trying to be someone I’m not, and now that I am being real… it’s just grief. Grief for all the ways I’ve twisted myself to survive, and grief because the person I’m with can’t meet me where I really am. Or won’t.
And the worst part? I can’t even talk to her about it, because she’s part of the wound. I feel trapped in a life I never truly consented to—not as the real me.
So thank you for holding space like this. Because saying this out loud, even to a stranger, helps.
I was recently diagnosed with an extremely rare genetic disease that has stolen my mobility, independence, and my vision. I cry frequently because i can no longer work, my career was ended and i will never be the same. I cry because i can no longer be the partner i want to be, or the parent i want to be. I am always going to be stuck in this chair, and my mobility and vision will continue to worsen. My body is in excrutiating pain every single day, more when i fall at home and injure myself. I have had 3 severe falls with injuries that required hospital treatment in the last 6 months. But my only options are to keep falling at home, or go to a nursing home but i am only 33.
No one knows the trajectory of my disease, which is incredibly scary. I want to kill myself so bad so i can stop the pain and suffering. But i can’t do that to my wife and 3 kids. I can’t stand the thought of never seeing them again or how much they would hurt if i am not here.
So i will continue to suffer and fight for everyone else’s happiness, while mine slowly fades into the darkness.
I’m in love with my friend (im pretty sure he actually hates me) I met him 2 years ago when he started band but he was so shy he wouldn’t open up. Cut to the next semester we have Spanish class together and he tutors me and we end up talking and he’s sweet, funny and crazy smart. I’m head over heels. He takes my flirting as bullying bc (I’m kinda popular so I assume he thinks I was being mean) this year I convinced him to take me to hoco and we danced but my “friend” made it into this whole thing so he thought it as being an ass. Now he has a gf and his girl bsf is in love with him and hates me bc she sees me as competition. I’m about to graduate and the last time I’ll see him is in a month. We eat lunch together everyday and I think he thinks I’m annoying. He’s funny. We hung out on a field trip and him and I had a lot of banter
I was groomed and serially assaulted by a male counselor at my sleepaway camp when I was 16. The owners of the camp said it was my fault, and then wouldn’t let my parents take me home after I became a social pariah by telling them everyone wanted me to stay.
This might be offensive or ungratful to some but I wish I had anorexia, I wish that I could actually be sick so that everyone around me stops brushing me off when I ask them for help. My friends and family don’t really believe in mental illness, my father has been clinically diagnosed with anxiety and he and my mother fight a lot because he’d rather spend money on useless shit than medicine, while my mother absolutely cannot even try to sympathise with having worries that won’t go away.
The nation I live in judges you for literally everything, you’re fat? Too fat no one will ever love you. Skinny? You’re skinny? You need to gain some weight. Dark skin? Ugly. My parents sometimes ask “why is that baby so black?” like we aren’t in a fucking tropical country. I’d rather be thin and told to gain some weight than have people tell me I don’t deserve love because of my weight. I am bordering on obesity and I’ve started to work on changing that, but a doctor once said that I wasn’t sick because I didn’t lose my appetite and was overweight, my bmi is 28. And as stated before, I’ve started exercising to fix that.
I know this is very privileged and ungrateful for me to say, but it’s how I feel right now, and I don’t what to lie to myself by saying it’s not. Admitting you need help is the modt difficult part, right?
With all the development in education, career and hobbies, I still hope to have a partner to spend the future together.
Just my lonely ass trying to find my way in life
Every night I go to bed, I hope I don’t wake up.
I really hope my sister’s abusive husband slips up and she finally takes her head out of her ass. I’m constantly terrified for her because I was serially abused and assaulted because I was too scared to get help. I was too scared of the shame. And so scared I wouldn’t be believed because of my personality.
I also keep waiting for the day that people realize I am not the same person I was when I was 18.
15 years later and I’m still the outcast at my high school reunion.
I wish people offered this type of thing more often because I’m sick of people trying to give me advice (it’s all the same fucking things anyway. Therapy, going outside, not being hard on yourself, etc, etc) and giving worthless platitudes that don’t mean shit to me, such as “There’s a light at the end of the tunnel!”
I don’t see the point in any of this. All I see life as is some worthless grind that only results in death. Death is the only break we fucking get. It genuinely astounds me how many people don’t have depression. You’re telling me I fucking spawned here just to be buried in responsibilities, stress, anxiety, and all the other bullshit that comes with being alive? And people actually like that?
If you like being alive, then good for you! I really mean it. But don’t expect everyone else to feel the same. Someone once told me that I refused to see the beauty in life; girl, no. I’m not refusing shit. It’s just that the beauty you see, are heaping piles of shit to me.
I’m tired of people acting like I’m being ridiculous for feeling this way. Especially people who call me “whiny”. I’m sorry, buy who’s the one taking time out of their day to complain about my whining…?
I am in my early 50’s, just lost my husband (7 weeks ago today), after a horrendous battle with cancer and I have no idea how to start living again. I don’t know what makes me happy, I don’t know what I want to do for a job, and I am TERRIFIED!
I have no friends or social life due to crippling social anxiety. I have two suspected narcissists as parents and anyone who has dealt with them know how fucking hard it is to deal with them. I just got groomed found out two months ago, blocked him for two months, unblocked him for about a month and then he blocked me. I’m not even upset that he did because I’m lowkey grateful because if he didn’t I don’t think I would have been able to, but still pissed that it happened. I’m sure others have it worse which definently helps me keep going
I can’t stand my friend anymore because she’s too controlling and condemning.
I cannot stop thinking of this guy I met who is in a “relationship”. So I fall for me from afar.
That love happens for anyone around me except for me. And Im so tired of being alone. I want something meaningful. I want affection and I want intimacy. But I also want to give those to others.
I feel I cannot be loved until I lose another 20lbs. I’m not fat just a bit chubby.
I don’t know where my life is going.
I wish I could find my voice.
I’m tired of life. But still feel optimistic.
Almost no one except maybe 1 person who recently fucked around and found out know just how awful & low a person i am. Ive told them, no one believes me & im scared of the hurt im probably going to cause people
I want to kill myself all day everyday and I can’t tell anyone because I don’t want to go to a hospital. I’m too afraid to hang myself and don’t have enough pills. If I had a gun, I’d be gone. I’m in Texas, too. You’d think I could find one.
I love him more than anything. Were no contact.
I moved on and had a family. I still miss him.
Im so tired this isn’t a societal atmosphere I can heal in from having a narcissistic mother. I wish i could leave, I’m in so much pain everyday
i hate the way i look. i hate my life. i want to escape but idk where. everything is expensive. i’m so tired.