Is it legal for me to use album covers on a website I'm making? My idea for the site is to generate ASCII art of some of my favourite album's covers and encode in them hidden messages about the band or album. The user then has to decipher it. I love music and cyphers so this is just for a bit of fun and I won't be monetising the site
It's been years and my scars haven't healed. I'm really worried that they'll be there for the rest of my life. They're not extremely obvious but they are visible. I'm terrified that I won't ever be able to wear short sleeves or dresses again without being judged. I regret cutting myself so much. Is it really possible that I'll fail to make friends or fail to get job opportunities if I have these scars? I have somewhat severe anxiety so I don't know if my worries are rational or not.
I would be really grateful if anyone could share their experiences or offer any comfort or even just talk about if they've gone through something similar so I feel a bit less alone
When I was young (around 8 years old) I experienced pretty severe OCD for around a year. I would obsessively check the light switches and water taps because I was scared if I closed it with too much force, it would break, but if I didn't close it with enough force it would leak or something. I was also obsessed with things in my room needing to be not touching because I was afraid that if there was a fire, the fire would spread through the touching objects. Like, my slippers on the floor and pens on my table NEEDED to not be touching each other.
I also had another issue with being worried my dad would get into an accident if I wasn't constantly with him. I didn't really feel this way for any other family member though. But for a year I would cry every day at school because I didn't want to be apart from him.
Somehow after a year I recovered. Some of the feelings still lingered but in general I was fine. But recently, some of those thoughts and feelings have been coming back. I've been especially worried about losing my parents. In the daytime it's better but when it gets dark I start obsessing over the thought of losing my parents. I'm so scared and it's getting really, really tiring. I can't convince myself it's irrational because it's genuinely possible that they could get into a car crash or get bitten by a really bad tick or something.
Has anyone else experienced OCD coming back over the years or any of these specific compulsions / obsessions?
Recently I've been randomly gagging. Nothing ever comes up but my chest just tightens suddenly and I retch. I can usually sort of anticipate it happening a few seconds before but it's hard to keep down and is really disturbing for me and everyone else around me. It usually keeps happening for a minute or two before calming down. It's been happening on a daily basis. I don't know if it's due to anxiety though so does anyone else relate?
Usually I wake up in the morning remembering that horrible feeling of anxiety last night. And then I feel kind of hopeful and am able to mostly brush it off and get on with my day.
Then around 6.00pm I start getting these waves of anxiety. There are specific things I get really worried about, like my parents' health, my academics, body image, etc. and sometimes I know in the back of my head it's an irrational fear. But these waves are seriously debilitating. They have me in a chokehold. My mind feels like it's on fire. And then somehow I can come myself down but then it comes again and again and again. All evening and all night. They feel kind of like mini panic attacks.
I don't really know why this has been happening. It started happening every day around a month ago. Before that it happened every so often. I'm not diagnosed with anything. This feels really abnormal to me though and I don't know what's wrong. It's been taking a huge toll on me though and I get scared every day when it gets close to evening time. If anyone is able to help please I'm begging you I would really appreciate it
I have nobody to talk to. Nobody who understands me. Everyone who I know just talks AT me. I need help, and I try to tell them about it but it's impossible because once I start talking about myself their eyes just gloss over and it's obvious they don't care. I'm so, so alone. It's the kind of alone that is genuinely so suffocating and tiring and scary. I don't know what to do because it's starting to look like I'm the problem and things will never get better. I don't want to be here anymore. Every time I walk across the road I wish a car would hit me. When is it going to get better