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Growing up I didn’t have friends, I didn’t get to have those experiences where I’m hanging with my friends at school, doing birthday parties, having my best friend by my side. On weekends going places like to the mall with my friends, sleepovers. I don’t know what it feels like to have a community like that. I didn’t grow up with lots of social interaction. I didn’t grow up with people wanting to be around me. I always asked “why me”? What did I do to deserve this. I never grew up being close and laughing and joking around with my close family. What is that? I don’t know what it feels like. What it feels like to have a daddy/daughter bond? I don’t know what that’s like.. I don’t know what being loved, or being closed to a loved one feels like. I still mourn this because in present times I still don’t have friends, all I have is myself and my thoughts. What do it feels like to grow up in a decent household where your parents loving eachother and having a healthy marriage? I don’t know what that feels like.. our living conditions is terrible growing up in our living conditions:
Having to bathe from the kitchen sink/ or outside due to
have no working showers.
Having to share a bed with my mom, because my room was tore down due to infestation of rodents & roaches.
Having to brush our teeth/ or wash our hair in the kitchen
sink because the bathroom sinks don't work.
Having to flush a toilet down with a bucket of water
because the flusher doesn't work.
Having to see my pee bottles around the house from my dad. Because again we don't have an active working toilet or bathroom.
Having to walk around the bathroom because there's big holes in some areas in the bathroom/ and having a rat and
roach problem throughout the place.
We stay in a 1984 model mobile home.
Why couldn't my life be better.. I'Il never understand.

Why couldn’t my life be better.. I’ll never understand.

Growing up I didn’t have friends, I didn’t get to have those experiences where I’m hanging with my friends at school, doing birthday parties, having my best friend by my side. On weekends going places like to the mall with my friends, sleepovers. I don’t know what it feels like to have a community like that. I didn’t grow up with lots of social interaction. I didn’t grow up with people wanting to be around me. I always asked “why me”? What did I do to deserve this. I never grew up being close and laughing and joking around with my close family. What is that? I don’t know what it feels like. What it feels like to have a daddy/daughter bond? I don’t know what that’s like.. I don’t know what being loved, or being closed to a loved one feels like. I still mourn this because in present times I still don’t have friends, all I have is myself and my thoughts. What do it feels like to grow up in a decent household where your parents loving eachother and having a healthy marriage? I don’t know what that feels like.. our living conditions is terrible

Why couldn’t my life be better.. I’ll never understand.

He never told me loved me, he never spoke life into me, never asked me about my well being, never said I’m proud of you. We never hugged, he don’t give me real advice, no sit down talks or anything. In this household, we literally have to bathe outside or from the kitchen sink, because he doesn’t want to fix the shower, we have to use buckets to flush the toilet, because he doesn’t care about getting that fixed, we brush our teeth, and wash our hair from the kitchen sink because bathroom sinks don’t work. I share a bed with my mom, because my room is infested, him and my mom relationship is basically non existent they’re married with no connection it’s just like roommates, so he sleeps on the couch. Everything is clutter. He doesn’t care how do I accept the fact that this is just what it’s gonna be?

I'm one of those people, and I really really need help.
Since I was a child I've been attacked by Satan in my mind and physically; Such as suicidal thoughts, making me feel I'm not good enough, insecurity, thinking I'll be better off just gone from this world. It affected me physically by being bullied in school repeatedly, not having friends at a (still don't to this day) getting called ugly names. A teacher or 2 said hurtful things behind my back. Everyday it was a mental torture for me. Couldn't get through college because my mind is sick, from all the stuff I've been through. I'm 25 now. Not being close to my family because they've singled me out my whole life, my aunt treating me wrong in childhood; for no explainable reason.
I've literally been attacked since birth, and my mind and my spirit feels damaged and I keep having reoccurring thoughts of me not wanting to be in this world no more.
Life isn't meant to be lived like this; but yet it happened to me.

I’m one of those people, and I really really need help. Since I was a child I’ve been attacked by Satan in my mind and physically; Such as suicidal thoughts, making me feel I’m not good enough, insecurity, thinking I’ll be better off just gone from this world. It affected me physically by being bullied in school repeatedly, not having friends at all (still don’t to this day) getting called ugly names. A teacher or 2 said hurtful things behind my back. Everyday it was a mental torture for me. Couldn’t get through college because my mind is sick, from all the stuff I’ve been through. I’m 25 now. Not being close to my family because they’ve singled me out my whole life, my aunt treating me wrong in childhood; for no explainable reason. I’ve literally been attacked since birth, and my mind and my spirit feels damaged and I keep having reoccurring thoughts of me not wanting to be in this world no more. Life isn’t meant to be lived like this; but yet it happened to me.

I’m curious about how people distinguish between seeing spirits physically and seeing them in their mind’s eye.

If something appears in your mind but feels vivid and not controlled, what makes it different from imagination?

And for those who have experienced both, which one felt more “real” to you, and why?

I’m curious about how people distinguish between seeing spirits physically and seeing them in their mind’s eye.

If something appears in your mind but feels vivid and not controlled, what makes it different from imagination?

And for those who have experienced both, which one felt more “real” to you, and why?

Did the air feel different back then, did holidays feel more like holidays, was it better with technology? Did it feel more genuine. Describe it in the best way you can

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I’ve been thinking about this lately and wanted to hear other people’s experiences.

It feels like some people naturally experience life in a very deep, emotional, almost heavy way, while others seem to move through things more lightly. Like they don’t overthink, don’t absorb everything so intensely, and don’t get stuck in their head as much.

For me personally, I’ve always felt things strongly and reflected a lot, even on small interactions or moments. It’s not always a good thing because it can lead to overthinking or feeling disconnected when other people don’t respond the same way emotionally.

I’m wondering if this is something people are born with, shaped by upbringing, or something you can actually change over time.

Do you think some people just naturally experience life more deeply than others? Or is it more about mindset and habits?

Would like to hear different perspectives.

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I know this is unpopular, but I genuinely think Michael Jackson being automatically labeled guilty by the public says more about how people react to fame and weirdness than actual proof. A lot of people confuse ‘he acted strange’ with ‘he definitely did it.’ Those are not the same thing.

The FBI investigated him for years, his house was searched, his life was picked apart publicly, and people still act like there was some smoking gun when there never really was. A lot of the accusations also came during periods where people around him were financially benefiting from his downfall. That doesn’t automatically make every accuser a liar, but it does make me question things more critically instead of just following public opinion.

I also think people underestimate how damaged and emotionally stunted he was from childhood fame. Dude was famous before he even had a real childhood. That doesn’t excuse inappropriate behavior if it happened, but it explains why his view of normal relationships and boundaries could’ve been extremely warped without him being a predator.

At the end of the day, people are free to believe he was guilty. But I don’t think the case is nearly as black-and-white as the internet makes it seem.