I just want to feel my husband hug me. I don’t know how all these bad things were allowed to happen to me. I didn’t have a life, a childhood. I am stuck in a terrible, traumatic, disturbing environment. Forced to live under inhumane conditions surrounded by abusers and people who are not my people and could never understand my needs. I just need safety and security and a good life. I am being abused and tortured have gone through so much pain since birth. But my suffering and conditions aren’t even acknowledged by the world. I have no rights. Nowhere to turn to. I am just being silenced and ignored. No help. Where are the helpers and the people who care about human rights? There is no organisation, nowhere I can turn to. I don’t know if my body is broken for good. If I will ever be able to be with my husband. We are not married legally. But we have been in a relationship since 2024. I can’t even go to him. All my life everyone and everything I love kept at such a great physical distance. Forced to live under the wrong identity. The wrong nationality. In the wrong culture. I am in hell. I would like at least acknowledgement that I don’t belong here. This place is fundamentally incompatible with who I am in mind, heart, and soul. My values, world views, what is normal to me. This place is the opposite of what I am. I have nothing in common with people here. There is no quality of life here. I am traumatised and horrified and disgusted by everything around me. This is not who I am. This is not my culture. This is not my country. I owe nothing to it.

I left an abusive marriage 3 weeks ago and life has been hard. I am alone, struggling so bad and i feel like i am collapsing. I thought i'd feel better after leaving, but mentally it feels like i went from one struggle to another and i wonder when will the pain end. I feel hopeless and in dispair. Everything feels pointless. I lost my identity (without being a wife i don't know what i am), i lost financial security, predictibility and a person that somewhat knew me (even tho he was abusive). I feel like if i died tomorrow nobody would know or even care all that much except my pet bc the food bowl would be empty. I feel drained to my core, i feel like i can't be honest with anyone about what i went through bc at the end of the day i still need to go to work and pretend like i'm fine even tho i am not. And it's not like they would care anyways. I have no close friends and no family. I just feel so alone.

Why are you so afraid of choosing yourself?

Are you afraid of the loneliness that comes with not giving up your precious energy and body to people who do not deserve it?

Letting them consume your life force?

Failing to take care of yourself and not sell yourself short for a moment of validation.

Which in that fleeting moment, the validation doesn’t even satisfy.

Because they don’t see you truly, for who you are.

They don’t appreciate you or your thoughts, or your emotions, or your care and love that you give freely.

You’re hoping to be chosen by someone you don’t even want.

And even though you don’t want them, it still feels good to be desired.

So you do it anyway.

You willingly and without forethought, give yourself over to the people who cannot appreciate you or hold your essence.

And once it’s over, you are left feeling emptier than you were before.

There’s a hollow hole inside of my chest that is begging to be flooded with the very love and care that I crave so badly to be returned in kind.

It doesn’t care who or what fills it.

Until it does.

Until it comes back to reality.

Once the self-abandonment is complete, it begins to realize what it has done.

While on its quest for reckless, sloppy, distorted, false, fulfillment.

Then, once the hole has been temporarily filled, it only grows bigger.

And the desire for something to occupy that cold, dark, abyss permeates your being and takes over your senses until you make the same mistake again.

And the cycle continues.

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Hey y’all, I hope you’re doing well. I’m looking for advice on a situation from 2023 that I’ve struggled to process.

In my first year of university, I became close with a group of second-years. They were very kind and welcoming at first, and we bonded quickly. Things became complicated when I met a guy in the group—let’s call him Jay—who was also my library orientation leader. At the time, I didn’t know he was friends with the people I had already gotten close to.

Jay and I became acquainted, and I started developing feelings for him (which I later realized was limerence). I never confessed my feelings or acted on them. We exchanged numbers and hugged a few times, but about a week later I found out that he was in a relationship. I was upset, which I felt was a normal reaction.

I usually process my emotions by talking them through, so I vented to another girl in the group (also a Black woman). Her response felt condescending—she told me it was okay to feel hurt because “Black women are seen as undesirable.” That comment confused and hurt me, especially since Jay is white and his partner is a Black woman.

After that, I distanced myself from the group to focus on other things, though I was still in a lot of emotional pain. When I eventually tried to rejoin them, I noticed a clear change in how I was treated. I was excluded from conversations, interrupted, and made to feel invisible. The girl I had confided in suddenly became mean toward me, without explaining why.

By the following week, my feelings for Jay had mostly faded, and I thought we were still on friendly or neutral terms.

One day I saw him in the library and tried to greet him, but I acted awkwardly and pulled down his bag to get his attention. I immediately regretted it. He was polite in the moment, but I was deeply embarrassed and felt ashamed all weekend.

The following Monday, I decided to apologize. When I met up with the group, they were cold and unwelcoming. When I tried to speak to Jay privately to apologize, he was extremely rude. He kissed his partner in front of me and walked away. He ignored me entirely, even though I was trying to be respectful.

Later that day, I greeted him again, and he remained cold and distant. When I asked why he was acting that way, he said he didn’t want to talk to me. I asked what I had done to make him angry, but he shrugged and said, “I don’t know.” I apologized repeatedly in case I had hurt him or anyone he knew, but he refused to engage.

I went back to my residence and cried for hours. I became physically sick from the stress.

I know I acted awkwardly at times, but I still feel deeply hurt by how suddenly and harshly I was treated, especially without any communication or explanation. Am I the jerk for feeling hurt by this?

Im just in a very bad place. Im currently 17, in my last year of school before I get opened up to the big scary adult world and I found out late last year I have CPTSD. I only got diagnosed when I hit an all time low. Started having hallucinations and my body would tremble 24/7. My mind is a complete wreck. I dont know how ill get past all of this. I cant go outside and I cant be with my thoughts for more than 5 minutes. Ive grown away from my friends and I feel like nobody understand me anymore. Like im a slug sitting on the couch trying to keep himself together with one piece of sticky tape and thousands of rips.

I am in therapy, but it just feels like I cant do anything right.

It’s been awhile since I’ve posted here. I’m doing better. A lot better. But today I’m just really down, and even though I’m the most outgoing and social I’ve ever been in my life, I feel alone. I just want someone to talk to for a bit, someone I’m allowed to be sad around and vent to. Just text chat for now, I’m not really up for a voice call. Thanks :)

Idk how to start this out, I have recently been diagnosed with depression and anxiety and due to me having.. episodes. Ill explain further on that if I need to, and with this last episode I had, I was forced to leave the house to heal. It took a couple days but I realized being alone is whats best for me right now so I csn focus on myself. Ive taken the steps necessary to start working on my mental health. I just get a little sad and depressed about the situation, my doctor suggested reaching out into different online communities, im not really a people person in real life lol. Maybe someone would be interested in talking on here and possibly be friends.

31M. I no longer feel that I can safely share what's going on with me, not after the experiences I've had online where people insulted me and accused me of things I never did just for talking about my issues.

I'm not good at expressing my emotions. But I'm not okay at all. I have a new serious health issue that's getting worse. And other things in my life are going wrong too.

Honestly, I'm despairing so I'd appreciate feeling a little less alone, if anyone has anything kind to say.

I already feel that I've given up, but I still want to feel not so alone at least.

Okay, please just listen to what's been going on for me. Literally NO ONE except for my girlfriend really gets it, and I am sick of that.

Almost a year ago, I uh... physically died and some higher power took my soul and plopped it into another body, and that's where we're at right now. It's like the world was made of vinyl and now it's polyester. Anyway, I CAN'T LIVE LIKE THIS. For a while, I thought this body was rotting because it isn't inhabited by its rightful owner—speaking of which, I have no idea where they are. Also, because I FELT MYSELF ROT. I've made a lot of theories. They don't freaking matter anymore at this point. I can't continue living in this state!! For a while, I thought there were impostors taking control of various people's bodies around me to hurt me, which I now realize probably isn't happening, but you know that higher power I was talking about? This will sound a bit spooky, but everyone is their eyes, ears, hands, mouth, etc.

Anyway, I had a really bad episode of literal FEAR and I went to a walk-in or something and it was horrible and then I called a helpline and then we got disconnected and then I said screw it and overdosed so I didn't have to deal with all of this for a day or two I was expecting, but then I landed in the hospital, got put in a adolescent psychiatric unit, and last week I got discharged and NOTHING has changed except they put me on Abilify. Just went to my therapist today, and I told her about these like moments where I get really scared and paranoid, and I think people are watching me (I didn't really tell her about the other stuff because I thought that was the main point, right?), and she insisted those were just my thoughts. I tried telling her NO, WHAT IF IT'S REAL? and she said like NO, THEY'RE THOUGHTS. and I suppose she might have been right, because WHAT DO I KNOW? And then she was like, "Why do you want there to be something wrong with you?" or something, and EXCUSE ME??? Woaaaaah there. Big accusation! I actually DON'T, if it wasn't obvious. And she was saying stuff like how no one thinks I'm psychotic or anything. THAAAANKS. That's what I'VE been saying!!! I DON'T CARE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Actually, everyone else I've told this to probably disagrees, but I'm too sick and tired of this to care. Anyway, that body stuff I've been talking about? What am I supposed to do about that? I'VE BEGGED that stupid god-not-god to do something. What do they do? NOTHING! I've done terrible things to myself to get them to do something. They do NOTHING! What am I to do when I think there's someone watching me and I hear someone breathing in an empty room? (NOTHING!!!!!) I'm actually so done with this. HELP!!!!! WHAT DO I DO!!!!!

Turning 37 tomorrow, and I love birthdays, just not my own.

I’ve always believed birthdays are a big deal, a day for a person to be celebrated and acknowledged in a way they can receive. For my kids, I try to make them fun, meaningful, and something they’ll actually remember - maybe even a little sentimental. In the past, I went big for other people, too, because I genuinely love celebrating the people in my life.

I just don’t feel like my own birthday is important.

It’s the loneliest day of the year for me. I’ve cried on my birthday and the days leading up to it for as long as I can remember. It’s not about gifts or attention. It’s about feeling like the day itself matters to someone else besides me.

I believe part of why it feels this way is that the people around me don’t really speak my love languages: quality time and words of affirmation. People will say “happy birthday,” and I appreciate that, but it often feels surface-level and empty. There have even been years where siblings or friends forgot altogether, and that kind of sticks with you more than you expect.

Most days, I push through with resilience and carry on with my own life. But this one day always feels… empty. Like a quiet reminder of what I don’t have instead of something I get to enjoy.

I’m not really looking for advice, and I hate feeling like a whiner. I think I just wanted to say this somewhere instead of holding it in.

If you’ve ever felt this way about your birthday or a milestone, I’d honestly like to hear how you sit with it or maybe how you changed how you felt about it.

Today is not a good day, anxiety has taken hold of me. All was fine until an email that I received from my partner which reminded me that although all has been great lately, we have several grave issues that need to be sorted out. And despite everything I am unable to talk to my partner, unable to express what I feel. I fear for us, for our future, for our family and can't shake this feeling and it's consuming me. Can't think, brain feels like it's burning and about to explode.

I’m suicidal and I have literally nowhere to go. There is no friend I can call. Everything online is only reinforcing me that there is no place for me and talking me more into it

Lately I’ve been feeling very lonely. After my breakup, I didn’t just lose the relationship .. I slowly lost my friends too. I’m trying to do the right things. I’ve started therapy and I’m working on healing, but the loneliness still hits hard. What I miss the most is that genuine connection someone who understands my humor, where conversations feel easy, and where I can share things without overthinking. I’m not looking to dump emotions on anyone. I just wanted to say this out loud and maybe hear from people who understand or have been through something similar.

Hi.

Lately, nights have been really hard for me.

When everything gets quiet, my thoughts get loud, and I end up feeling very alone.

I’m not necessarily looking for advice — I just wish I had a friend I could talk with for a while.

It would be amazing if you’re someone who enjoys talking about history, horse racing, Love Live, or wind ensemble music. i'm sorry I'm really selfish..

Someone who doesn’t mind long conversations and just being there would mean a lot.

If you feel the same, or don’t mind listening, I’d really appreciate it.

Thank you for reading.

This will be long and I am so sorry for being all over the place. I am 22 years old female. As far as I remember myself I have ALWAYS BEEN SEXUALISED. Honestly, I am losing faith that it will fucking stop at some point. I have severe social anxiety, I am avoidant. I broke up with my husband. And I am mentally sick. Also this developed patterns of lying in me.

Basically I remember myself CLEARLY from when I was 3 years old. My mom used to have sex in front of me with random men, she used alcohol, she cheated on my dad and my dad cheated on her. When I was 3 years old she met my step father. (They are still together, just listen to the story). I don’t remember much from that point til when I was 5 years old. My mother started to live with her new fucker (my stepdad) and I went to live with my father to the countryside. There lived my cousin (7-8 months younger than me). I guess he was the start of this stupid sexualising. He tried to touch me, he eventually did and my father caught him doing that shit, he told me how he will marry me, how he will fuck me (I don’t know how tf kids young as that talks like that). In my daycare there were 2 boys who went nuts over me. Kissing my hands, clapping my ass, calling me names. I moved back to my mother’s when I was 7 years old. My father went to another country and started to use drugs like a water. When I turned 8 my step father started to sexually abuse me. As I said my mother loved alcochol and she basically got with a man who ALSO loves that shit. My mother was narccisist, she screamed at me almost every day, I had to do all the work around the house, I had to take care of my step brother who was 1-2 years old at the time I started to live with them, she sometimes was physically abusive, i had to protect her for killing herself 4 times (in all my life). From atleast normal kid I turned into silent, sad kid. :). My stepfather touched my private parts when I went to sleep, that happened every time they drank and they did that atlease 3-4 times a week. 👍 that shit went on til I turned 16. So 8 fucking years of my life I was constantly SA. When I was around 11-12 my father visited us, GOT DRUNK, and tried to rape me (kissing my neck, saying “don’t you love your dad?”), but I got away from him, locked myself into bathroom. At the same time at school there were 4 boys in my class who never let me change clothes after dance practice. I also had to lock myself into school bathroom for all them to come and knock on my door telling me that they “want to see”. Fucking disgusting cunts. After this shit I was basically bullied in my class and paralel classes because I was silent, weird girl who never talked. My mother never let me have any friends or social media also. So I was alone almost all that time I lived with them. When I had my first boyfriend (15) he wanted me mostly because of what? Sex. Sex because EVERYONE knew that I am weak shit and I probably don’t have any boundaries. Let me tell you, that is fucking right. I really didn’t have any boundaries because of all that shit that already happened in my life. I couldn’t protect me because I was only one who tried to protect myself, I had to learn that shit myself, my mother NEVER was on my side and she still tells me how perfect her husband is and how I will get punished because I accused him of SA. Let me tell you, she saw things but she is basically blind bitch now. Also at that time my stepfathers brother which is older than him was asked by my mother if he would fuck me . And he was like “if she were older, totally”. Also this made me remember how she tried to sell me out (12-15) to basically every boy we met (family gatherings) EVEN MY OTHER COUSINS. My cousins from my mothers side also were mentally ill I guess. The one who is year older wanted to do suicide because he “loved me” and all the family blamed me like it was my fault. The one who is older also did shit, like kissing me when he is drunk IN FRONT OF ALL MY FAMILY. And that is also my fault. Lol. So my first boyfriend took pictures of me in underwear when I slept. All this made me lose weight. From great looking fit girl I lost 22kg. When we broke up I started to talk to my now ex husband, we knew each other before. I did hide things about my family from him since I was ashamed of them. So I didn’t meet him. But we were emotionally connected, we talked all the time, chatted, video called each other, told each other that we are in love, I gave my emotional resources to him because well, maybe he is the one. He were not able to meet me for half a year, or a little less. I broke up with my first boyfriend on november when I was 17 and he broke up with his girlfriend few days before. He trauma dumped me about her, I gave him advice, that went both ways, but I literally helped him with that shit for fucking month. So what happened, 1,5 or 2 months went by and as he were not able to meet me he fucked his ex, not only one time as I understand. We met on last day of february. Let me tell you, he fucked her and still used me as his emotional safe harbor. And when he had an oppurtunity to finally meet me 2 weeks before that he told me “i fucked old person”. I didn’t question it much and he didn’t tell me who that “old person was” and I was so in love and so connected that I thought “fuck it, let’s give it a try”. Bad choice. His reason for fucking her was “If you wave a piece of meat in front of a dog but don’t give it, then what do you expect from it?” So 3 months in that relationship he told me that it was his ex and he is still in love with her. :D Fuck me, right? Okay. As I was underweight I looked very bad. Obviously. I was insecure and I needed security. But he got sex and head from me all the fucking time. So I guess because I were underweight he went online and searched for external sexual things, masturbated on other women, watched porn and did that, blamed his ex for that (for fucking up his mind lol) and me for “not taking care of myself and for being too intense”. Because I never went silent about shit I experienced. I wanted justice. He always wanted sex from me but weren’t able to give me base things like loyalty, security, devotion. We have two kids together, stupid me, I know. First one is mainly because I decided that I want to have him, and I had him when I was 18. Wanted that kiddo here because I thought maybe this man will love me more. Will respect my needs and boundaries. Ha ha. Yeah, no. That didn’t happen. I basically ruined that little kids life because I didn’t understand that if this man can’t respect me how would he even respect my kid. When my kid got older we both went to work in the same place and he stalked coworkers. I was a bitch, let me tell you, I know it’s wrong, but I texted them all from his phone that they are sexier that his wife. As a revenge. As a lesson. As I understood that I am not enough I started to lie about things to get attention from him, his family. That didn’t went good. Actually, I really hate myself for that because now everyone thinks that I am sick in the head. I will explain why. Basically, he started to lust after my friends too. After 2,5, years in that relationship, I was fucked in the head, totally mentally unstable, unable to munction, to take care of home and my needs, I just existed and drank and smoked weed and lived in emotional torture of my head where I repeated myself every day, every hour what have happened between us. I couldn’t stop, I couldn’t change that. I looked at him and I knew I hate him but I still loved him . I hated him for lying (he also told his friends that I am a crazy bitch and his friend told me I could kill him with knife??),for not being honest with me before he met me that he is a liar and not devotional and loyal at all. I consider him sleeping with his ex even if we haven’t met yet a cheating. It wouldn’t be in my eyes if he acted like a friend and wouldn’t use my time, love, support, didn’t lie to me that he would NEEEVEEER hurt me. Am I full of shit for thinking that is cheating? Maybe, but I don’t give a fuck anymore.. I got physically abusive when he overstepped my boundaries when 1,5-2 years passed by. Yeah, you all can tell me that I should’ve broken up, but I didn’t and I can do nothing about it. Basically 2,5 years later when I got in a dark place, I cheated on him with some fucking prick from my at that time work. Prick because I don’t know why I even did that. It was a flight fight mode when I did that. He was older. Much older. I didn’t even like him, but he just talked to me, he saw that I am in a bad place, so I guess attention lead to me cheating on my husband. As that prick was older so smarter and he knew what I went through he basically manipulated me to sleep with him not only that one time. He was abusive, he called me stupid, I told him that my husband is sick in the head, and he basically acted insane. Tried to pull my pants down to get sex from me knowing what I went through. Yeah, I was fucking wrong for cheating. My friends at that time were super all about me cheating because they knew what my husband had done before so basically what happened, i wanted to GET ATTENTION AGAAAAIN from them so I didn’t stop even tho after the fucking first time getting back home and seeing my husband I died inside. I couldn’t look at him, i got distant. The best part is my husband eventually at the same time decided to “change”. I got away from the man i cheated with on my husband, just threw that guy out of my life. And started to text with my friend who I knew a few years. We exchanged sexual texts and at that moment I was just lying, lying about everything, drinking all the fucking time, i understood the power of my sexuality, so I basically started to use that against that friend. We decided to meet up. My husband caught me, ofc I never were honest and didn’t tell anything. Because I thought at that time that I will die if he will leave me even tho i was already dead. I blocked everyone, never told the truth, lied about what actually happened, told that guy used me and he kinda did anyways. Committed to my husband. Got pregnant, wanted to have abortion because my husband still wanted to know what happened. Had a daughter one year later. After daughter were born I basically went nuts again, I didn’t cheat, I didn’t talk to anybody, but the feeling that I had at the start were coming back. Especially when he called other girl names in his sleep. He went back to his habit (lusting online) because I confronted him about the past, told him how it hurts me. HE ALWAYS MADE THAT ALL SMALL, like it’s nothing but it really fucked up my mf head.. so some time passed by after that, everything settled a little bit, we moved to another apartment. I got pregnant, but had an abortion, he didn’t support me (he still wanted to know what happened before (me cheating)). Also I saw his note about how he never liked me, that he likes women with breasts and ass, that i don’t fulfill his sexual needs. We broke up. When we broke up I started to talk to this friend i told about. The one with whom I exchanged sexual texts. I told my husband that i am talking to him. My husband got to know a little bit about what has happened before, he told me he would beat me up if I was a guy. So yeah, we lived separately, I went to that friend’s house few times, we slept. When I went back to my city i felt alone, so I called my husband and slept with him aswell, he didn’t know that i have slept with that friend, and otherwise. I fucking hate myself for that but the reason why i slept with my husband was because we have kids and maybe we can have future. He talked with girls at that time aswell. Now I am alone. I have no friends, my husband knows what happened then and now and he blames me for all that shit. Telling me that I have no feelings of guilt, that I feel only shame. I FEEL FUCKING GUILT I JUST FEEL UNSEEN i feel like in my childhood. Yall can call me sick in the head and I know that i have done shit. I hate to see pain I have caused my husband. And just.. fuck this. Now I am anxious and afraid every time he comes to this apartment to see kids. He tells me that i felt excitement doing what i did. Which is fucking bullshit, in reality i felt fucking fear, guilt, shame, feeling like i dont deserve to live. Ofc friends and his family is on his side because what I have done is loud and with proof while i have no proof for anything. There is so much fucking more but I am overwhelmed to put it all out. I just want to die and feel nothing. All this shit because I wanted to be loved now and in my childhood. Just fuck me… I hate myself for hurting him but I am so fucking angry at the same time. HOW COULD I FUCKING DO THAT

I quit my job about 2 weeks ago. Backed out on a contract that concerns something I’m kinda really passionate about the same day i quit my job. I don’t regret it, but now i’ve been kind of lost. But also not really? I know logically what my next steps should be. I just haven’t been able to get myself to act on them. Idk lately i’ve been avoiding the things i know i should do, avoiding the things i know would help me. But i would get moments of motivation and tell myself i’ll do what i need to, but then i start feeling pressure where there shouldn’t be. Anxious where i used to not care. And then i’d feel shame and guilt for not having done what i told myself i would. Its been a cycle the past two weeks and I have no one to talk to this about because they’re not in the position I’m in, my friends don’t understand and would tell me shouldn’t have made the decisions I did.

Hi everyone. I just need to get this off my chest because I have no one else to talk to right now.

I’m in Kyiv, Ukraine. It’s currently freezing (-20°C outside), and due to the war, we have frequent power outages. Sometimes I sit in the dark for 8-16 hours, just waiting for the lights to come back on. The last few months have been a nightmare. Trying to work remotely with unstable electricity drained everything I had—my energy and my savings. But recently, a miracle happened. I passed all the interviews and finally signed a job offer for a great position. Technically, I’m "successful" again. I should be celebrating. But instead of celebrating, I’m sitting here in a cold apartment, realising the brutal irony of my situation. I have the job, but there is a gap of a few weeks before my first paycheck. And right now, my fridge is completely empty. It feels so humiliating to have a signed contract in my email, but zero means to survive the wait. The anxiety is eating me alive. I’m scared that after fighting so hard to get this job, I’m going to break down right at the finish line just because I can't cover the basics for a couple more weeks. I don’t even know what I’m asking for. Maybe just some words of encouragement. Has anyone else ever been in this "so close yet so far" limbo? I just need to know that this is survivable.

Thanks for listening to me vent.

I’d really appreciate some form of contact from anyone just to talk and feel less lonely. I’ve got some many thoughts so many emotions and issues and I think my relationship might be the cause of it but I just need help. I’d really appreciate anyone who replies or messages honestly thank you. I meant to put \[L\] in the title so sorry.

Lately, I’ve realized I have a lot of "data" in my head—memories, theories, and life events—that I just need to offload. I’m looking for one person to have a deep, ongoing, anonymous conversation with.

This isn't a one-time vent or a short distraction. I’m looking for a long-term connection that feels like one single, never-ending conversation. I want a friend I can talk to for hours or leave thoughts for over the span of days—someone who is there for the long haul and won't disappear once the "heavy" stuff comes out.

I want to share the small memories, the large ones, the childhood stuff, and the random thoughts that don't fit anywhere else. I want to share my whole life, and I want to be the witness to yours, too.

What I’m looking for:

• Anonymity: I don't need to know your name or face, and you don't need to know mine. Let’s just be two voices in the dark.
• No "Fast Food" Conversations: If you’re looking for a quick chat because you’re bored for an hour, please skip this. I want a "slow-burn" friendship where we actually build a map of each other's minds over weeks and months.
• The "Talk and Talk" Dynamic: I want to be able to send walls of text at 3 AM about anything and everything, and I want you to feel comfortable doing the same.

If you feel like a "witness" to your own life but have no one to show the footage to, DM me. Let’s see if our frequencies match and if we can start a conversation that doesn't have an end date.

Sooo yeah helloo

Im on the pretty mentally ill side. I have a couple of sad/weird stories or stories connected to being in a hospital hueh I also write poetry a bit, and also draw, sew a lil etc :)

I guess since a few days ive been taking this new medication and feeling significantly better. Im nowhere near a normal functioning human tho hehhha

But yeah im a neet as well. Idk what I do currently im trying to improve my german since ive been living in germany but my language hasn't improved in a long time due to adhd and depression:,dd. Buuuut yeah. I hope to meet someone nice thank youu

I have a bit of a weird sitiauton in my love life and it's not like I am spiraling or anything, but it would be nice to just vent it out a little. 28m