u/Personal-Weather-141

I’m taking a break from my professional life and planning to travel for a year. As a 25-year-old white man who’s 1.89 m tall, I’d like to know where I’d get the most out of this break in terms of landscapes, food, activities, and also meeting women.
I don’t have much trouble meeting women in Europe, but I’d like to know where it’s easier to meet people and have relaxed, no-pressure connections between Asia and South America. I don’t want to go to countries like the Philippines or Cambodia because those countries themselves don’t really interest me—I don’t want to travel somewhere just for the women.

For the past 2 years, I’ve been suffering from left-sided chest pain that has been unbearable, but for the last 3 months the pain has been constant, 24/7, from the moment I wake up until I go to bed. The pain is unbearable. I feel extremely weak physically, and yet I’m only 25 years old.
I’ve seen many doctors and I’ve been to the emergency room several times because I thought I was going to die. Every time, they performed ECGs and checked my lungs, and nothing was wrong — everything was normal. Some doctors told me it was anxiety, others told me I needed to build more muscle, but I’m not anxious at all, and I have built a lot of muscle since then, yet nothing has changed.
Recently, the last doctor I saw told me that I might have Tietze syndrome and that I may need an injection. I have a CT scan scheduled in 2 weeks, and the injection will probably only happen in a few months.
I don’t know what to do anymore. I’m having suicidal thoughts because of this pain, and I don’t have any swelling, so I’m starting to think that maybe I have cancer.

If someone has suffered their entire life, gone through countless hardships, and can no longer bear a life that feels like hell to them, why would they be condemned to hell again for eternity if they die by suicide?

Cette phrase est le plus gros mensonge que j’ai entendu. Qui vous dis que notre problème est temporaire ? Qui vous dis qui si on passe pas à l’acte sa va allez mieux ?
La dernière fois je discutais avec une personne qui avait la soixantaine et qui m’a avoué avoir été en dépression une grande majorité de sa vie . Comment je pourrai accepter de souffrir aussi longtemps ? Et pourquoi ? Dans quel but ?
Je sais que ma famille ne va pas comprendre ni même les gens que j’ai connu , ils diront qu’ils n’ont pas vu sa venir et que j’avais tout pour être heureux . Une fois mort tout le monde nous aime et parle en bien de nous.
Je m’en veux pour le moi enfant du passé qui pensait que j’allais réussir à m’en sortir mais faut dire que je suis maudit et que je suis destiné à être malheureux

I’m planning to go with around €20,000. My main goal would be to step out of my comfort zone, overcome my shyness and improve my social skills. I want to put myself in unfamiliar situations, meet people from different cultures, learn how to communicate more easily and become more comfortable with myself.
I’m wondering if an experience like this can really change someone mentally. Do you think that after 1 year of traveling alone or being fully immersed in a new environment, you can actually become a different person? Can it help you build confidence, care less about people’s judgment and become more open?
I know traveling doesn’t magically fix all your problems, but I feel like being alone in a new place can push you to grow, make decisions by yourself, meet new people and break old habits.
For people who have already done a long-term trip, did you feel a real change in your personality? Did you come back more confident, more social or more at peace with yourself? I’d really like to hear your experiences.

More and more sheep who blindly follow Neville Goddard and the Law of Assumption keep coming here to lecture us, telling us that we’re negative people and that because we assume the law doesn’t work, it therefore won’t work for us. Meanwhile, they act like they’re master manifestors.

The last time I made a post on this subreddit, tons of people slid into my DMs telling me the law is real, that they have proof, and that I should give it a try.
But whenever I ask them how much money they’ve actually manifested, or whether they’ve manifested a Bugatti or a luxury villa, everyone suddenly goes quiet. I have more money than most of these so-called master manifestors, and I don’t spend all day manifesting wealth or trying to stay in an “abundance mindset.” I work hard and I invest.

They’re excited when they supposedly manifest €100 (which they probably got through some ordinary reason anyway), even though that’s basically nothing. And these people think they’re gods, lol.
So unless you’re at least a millionaire, exceptionally good-looking, or living proof that this stuff works on a massive scale, don’t come trying to convince me. Go do something productive instead. Most of you sound completely delusional.

Les souvenirs et les traumatismes du passé me hantent sans relâche. Comme si cela ne suffisait pas, une douleur physique au niveau du thorax me ronge depuis deux ans. Chaque jour est une épreuve, et je dois encore attendre plusieurs mois avant de pouvoir être opéré.
Je n’ai plus envie de travailler, de manger, de sortir ou même de parler. Je ne cherche plus à m’en sortir. Je ne veux ni amour, ni amitié, ni argent. Je ne désire même plus le bonheur après toutes ces années de souffrance.
Je veux simplement le néant. Disparaître. Ne plus rien ressentir.
Pourquoi ai-je l’impression de n’avoir jamais connu le bonheur ? Pourtant, au fond, ce n’est même plus ce que je recherche. Je voudrais seulement que la douleur cesse. Être neutre, ne plus souffrir, ne plus lutter. Mais parfois, j’ai l’impression que même cela est impossible.
Personne ne sait que je souffre. Aux yeux des autres, je vais bien. Certains me trouvent même heureux. Et c’est peut-être ce qui me fait le plus mal : voir que personne ne remarque l’effondrement qui se cache derrière le sourire.
Chaque jour, je me demande comment ils ne voient rien. Pour moi, les fissures sont évidentes. J’ai l’impression de porter ma détresse sur le visage, dans mes gestes, dans mon silence. Pourtant, personne ne pose de questions.
Alors une pensée finit par s’installer : si personne n’est venu me sauver jusqu’à présent, peut-être que personne ne viendra jamais

If depression hadn’t affected me and I hadn’t ended up alone, I would have kept living. I had what it takes to become a millionaire, but I would have had to work myself to exhaustion for years, and I no longer have the strength for it. I used to be cool, funny, charismatic, but I think it’s my destiny to be unhappy. I tell myself that maybe if I keep waiting a bit longer, I might be saved one day, but I’m suffering too much. I would have so much wanted to have children and grandchildren later on. I wanted to make my mother proud. I haven’t done anything wrong, I just wanted to be happy.

Hi,

I’m planning to travel for one year and I’m hesitating between Asia and Latin America.

My Spanish is currently at a beginner level, but since I’m French, I think I can reach a decent level within the next three months before my departure. My English is already quite good.

What I’m looking for is experiencing different cultures, going on adventures, and spending time in nature, which I absolutely love. Budget is not a concern for me.

Which continent would you recommend for a one-year trip, and why?

I’m planning to travel for around 2 years, starting with Asia, then Africa, and finishing in Latin America.
Budget isn’t an issue.
What I’m really trying to understand is the deeper impact of this decision:
Does traveling for that long actually change you mentally and emotionally?
Does it give you experiences and personal growth you can’t really get otherwise?
Or can it end up slowing down your life goals (career, personal projects, stability, etc.)?
I’d especially love to hear from people who have traveled long-term:
Did you regret it at any point? Or was it one of the best decisions you’ve ever made?
And if you chose not to travel and instead focused on building your life/career during that time, do you feel like that was the right call?

I’m planning to travel for a year and can’t decide between South America and Asia.
Asia appeals to me because:
It feels safer overall
It’s generally easier to get by with English
The food is amazing
South America appeals to me because:
People seem warmer and more welcoming
Women there tend to be more my type (not that it’s a deciding factor, just a small bonus)
Spanish is spoken in most countries, except Brazil, which makes it easier to learn and practice one language while traveling.
I have €50,000 saved up, so I think I have more than enough, even though I don’t plan on spending it all.

My main goal is to go on an adventure, learn as much as possible, meet new people, grow as a person, and make the most of the experience.

I’m 25 years old, and I feel like it’s now or never

Ce qui me fais le plus c’est que a 25 ans je n’ai pas le souvenir d’un moment ou j’ai vraiment connu le bonheur dans ma vie , j’ai eu des périodes où je n’étais ni triste ni heureux et la plupart du temps j’étais triste mais j’ai jamais connu de périodes de bonheur. J’ai l’impression que quand je frôle le bonheur y’a toujours quelque chose pour me bloquer . J’ai énormément de peine pour moi même ,si je revoyais le moi enfant je m’excuserai envers lui parce que je n’ai pas réussi à être heureux , lui il voulais juste aimer et être aimé mais cela n’a pas été possible . J’en veux à mes parents de ne pas m’avoir appris a aimé et être aimé , petit il me parlait juste pour me dire de bien travailler à l’école, ils ne m’ont jamais dis qu’ils m’aimaient et je n’ai jamais eu de geste d’affection de leurs parts .j’ai tout essayé : la religion, les amis , l’amour , la loi de l’assomption , le sport mais finalement tout ces domaines m’ont soit déçu soit trahi donc que devrais je faire ? Je mérite pas sa et j’ai ma fierté donc si sa continue encore je pense que je devrai fermer mon livre

J’ai plus envie de m’en sortir.

J’ai plus envie d’essayer. Plus envie de voir un psy, plus envie de faire le moindre effort.

Je ne veux plus être heureux. Je ne veux plus rêver d’un avenir meilleur.

Même si on me donnait des millions, même si je trouvais la personne parfaite, même si j’étais entouré d’amis qui m’aiment sincèrement… ça ne changerait rien.

Je n’en voudrais même pas.

Je veux juste que tout s’arrête.

Disparaître.

Ne plus rien ressentir.

Plus de tristesse. Plus de colère. Plus d’espoir non plus.

Juste le silence.

Option 1: move to South Korea for a year and study Korean at Sogang University because mentally I’ve been exhausted and lonely for years.

Option 2: make an investment that could make me around €8k/month, but it would require working almost all the time with barely any personal life.

I currently have around €50k saved and I also have guaranteed monthly income for the next 18 months, so financially I can afford either option.

The problem is money doesn’t really make me happy anymore. I’m scared of going to Korea and ending up even more alone there, but I’m also scared of staying here and becoming even more trapped in work and routine.

What would you honestly do in my situation?

I’ve been depressed since I was 4 or 5 years old. I’ve been through a lot and I was often alone, but 3 months ago I turned 25, and the more time passes, the weaker I become mentally and physically. When I was younger, I was very sad but I still had a lot of hope. I kept telling myself that later on, eventually, my life would change, but in the end nothing really changed.

Still, I’m actually a fan of myself — I love myself, I think I’m cool — but every time I end up losing all my friends, and I’ve never had luck with the women who loved me. It’s been 3 years now that I’ve been completely alone: no friends, no girlfriend, nothing, and I just don’t want to live anymore. Even though I have money and I know how to make more of it, it doesn’t make me happy.

When I was younger, I thought being rich would solve my problems, but in the end it changed nothing. Do you think I should go see a psychologist, knowing that I don’t even know what to tell them besides that I’m alone? I don’t see how anyone could help me other than by giving me antidepressants. I’m lost and alone.