u/SituationProof5448

I’m a 26F. I have an MBA and worked in HR.

I spent four years at my first company. Looking back, I feel like I wasted those four years. It was my first job. Even though it was a lower-paying job, it still took me a long time to build up the courage to leave. Even now, thinking about that place still traumatizes me. But last year, I finally quit.

Then I joined another company. The only reason I joined was because it offered work from home. I desperately needed some space and some peace. But my manager constantly picked on me and spoke to me disrespectfully. I don’t even have the words to explain what that experience felt like. I just couldn’t take it anymore, so I resigned.

The day I quit, I cried.

The last time I resigned, I completely panicked. I looked into moving to another country, starting a business, or starting to study something again, and changing my entire life because I felt like everything was falling apart.

But this time was different.

After those first few days of crying, my mind just went quiet. I feel blank.

At first, I applied everywhere and answered recruiters’ calls. Then I kept applying for jobs but stopped answering the calls. Now I don’t even apply anymore. It’s been two months now. I don’t feel any motivation to apply for jobs anymore.

I’ve also realized that I don’t want to stay in HR anymore. But I don’t have any other talent, so what am I going to do? IDK.

Being a woman myself, I’m saying this: almost all of the people who made my work life miserable were women. They were cunning, toxic, and mentally exhausting. They mentally exhausted me in every way possible. These experiences have left me carrying a lot of fear and anxiety.

I feel like my MBA was a waste. I keep thinking that if I had spent those years learning something else, maybe I would have had more choices instead of feeling like a complete loser.

I’ve stopped talking about all of this with my family because I don’t even know what to say anymore. Right now, I genuinely can’t picture myself going back to a 9-6 job. It doesn’t feel like me anymore.

But I can’t stay at home forever doing nothing. I need to earn money. This is the first time in two months that I’ve actually written down exactly how I’m feeling. Even talking or thinking about jobs feels like a burden now.

I feel completely lost.

I don’t know if this is burnout, trauma, depression, or something else .

Has anyone else reached a point where they genuinely don’t want to work anymore after two toxic jobs? How did you recover and start over?

I’m a 26F. I have an MBA and worked in HR.

I spent four years at my first company. Looking back, I feel like I wasted those four years. It was my first job. Even though it was a lower-paying job, it still took me a long time to build up the courage to leave. Even now, thinking about that place still traumatizes me. But last year, I finally quit.

Then I joined another company. The only reason I joined was because it offered work from home. I desperately needed some space and some peace. But my manager constantly picked on me and spoke to me disrespectfully. I don’t even have the words to explain what that experience felt like. I just couldn’t take it anymore, so I resigned.

The day I quit, I cried.

The last time I resigned, I completely panicked. I looked into moving to another country, starting a business, or starting to study something again, and changing my entire life because I felt like everything was falling apart.

But this time was different.

After those first few days of crying, my mind just went quiet. I feel blank.

At first, I applied everywhere and answered recruiters’ calls. Then I kept applying for jobs but stopped answering the calls. Now I don’t even apply anymore. It’s been two months now. I don’t feel any motivation to apply for jobs anymore.

I’ve also realized that I don’t want to stay in HR anymore. But I don’t have any other talent, so what am I going to do? IDK.

Being a woman myself, I’m saying this: almost all of the people who made my work life miserable were women. They were cunning, toxic, and mentally exhausting. They mentally exhausted me in every way possible. These experiences have left me carrying a lot of fear and anxiety.

I feel like my MBA was a waste. I keep thinking that if I had spent those years learning something else, maybe I would have had more choices instead of feeling like a complete loser.

I’ve stopped talking about all of this with my family because I don’t even know what to say anymore. Right now, I genuinely can’t picture myself going back to a 9-6 job. It doesn’t feel like me anymore.

But I can’t stay at home forever doing nothing. I need to earn money. This is the first time in two months that I’ve actually written down exactly how I’m feeling. Even talking or thinking about jobs feels like a burden now.

I feel completely lost.

I don’t know if this is burnout, trauma, depression, or something else.

I’m a 26F. I have an MBA and worked in HR.

I spent four years at my first company. Looking back, I feel like I wasted those four years. It was my first job. Even though it was a lower-paying job, it still took me a long time to build up the courage to leave. Even now, thinking about that place still traumatizes me. But last year, I finally quit.

Then I joined another company. The only reason I joined was because it offered work from home. I desperately needed some space and some peace. But my manager constantly picked on me and spoke to me disrespectfully. I don’t even have the words to explain what that experience felt like. I just couldn’t take it anymore, so I resigned.

The day I quit, I cried.

The last time I resigned, I completely panicked. I looked into moving to another country, starting a business, or starting to study something again, and changing my entire life because I felt like everything was falling apart.

But this time was different.

After those first few days of crying, my mind just went quiet. I feel blank.

At first, I applied everywhere and answered recruiters’ calls. Then I kept applying for jobs but stopped answering the calls. Now I don’t even apply anymore. It’s been two months now. I don’t feel any motivation to apply for jobs anymore.

I’ve also realized that I don’t want to stay in HR anymore. But I don’t have any other talent, so what am I going to do? IDK.

Being a woman myself, I’m saying this: almost all of the people who made my work life miserable were women. They were cunning, toxic, and mentally exhausting. They mentally exhausted me in every way possible. These experiences have left me carrying a lot of fear and anxiety.

I feel like my MBA was a waste. I keep thinking that if I had spent those years learning something else, maybe I would have had more choices instead of feeling like a complete loser.

I’ve stopped talking about all of this with my family because I don’t even know what to say anymore. Right now, I genuinely can’t picture myself going back to a 9-6 job. It doesn’t feel like me anymore.

But I can’t stay at home forever doing nothing. I need to earn money. This is the first time in two months that I’ve actually written down exactly how I’m feeling. Even talking or thinking about jobs feels like a burden now.

I feel completely lost.

I don’t know if this is burnout, trauma, depression, or something else.

I’m a 26F. I have an MBA and worked in HR.

I spent four years at my first company. Looking back, I feel like I wasted those four years. It was my first job. Even though it was a lower-paying job, it still took me a long time to build up the courage to leave. Even now, thinking about that place still traumatizes me. But last year, I finally quit.

Then I joined another company. The only reason I joined was because it offered work from home. I desperately needed some space and some peace. But my manager constantly picked on me and spoke to me disrespectfully. I don’t even have the words to explain what that experience felt like. I just couldn’t take it anymore, so I resigned.

The day I quit, I cried.

The last time I resigned, I completely panicked. I looked into moving to another country, starting a business, or starting to study something again, and changing my entire life because I felt like everything was falling apart.

But this time was different.

After those first few days of crying, my mind just went quiet. I feel blank.

At first, I applied everywhere and answered recruiters’ calls. Then I kept applying for jobs but stopped answering the calls. Now I don’t even apply anymore. It’s been two months now. I don’t feel any motivation to apply for jobs anymore.

I’ve also realized that I don’t want to stay in HR anymore. But I don’t have any other talent, so what am I going to do? IDK.

Being a woman myself, I’m saying this: almost all of the people who made my work life miserable were women. They were cunning, toxic, and mentally exhausting. They mentally exhausted me in every way possible. These experiences have left me carrying a lot of fear and anxiety.

I feel like my MBA was a waste. I keep thinking that if I had spent those years learning something else, maybe I would have had more choices instead of feeling like a complete loser.

I’ve stopped talking about all of this with my family because I don’t even know what to say anymore. Right now, I genuinely can’t picture myself going back to a 9 to 6 job. It doesn’t feel like me anymore.

But I can’t stay at home forever doing nothing. I need to earn money. This is the first time in two months that I’ve actually written down exactly how I’m feeling. Even talking or thinking about jobs feels like a burden now.

I feel completely lost.

I don’t know if this is burnout, trauma, depression, or something else.

Title: I quit two toxic jobs, and now I don’t even want to work again. I don’t know what to do.

I’m a 26F. I have an MBA and worked in HR.

I spent four years at my first company. Looking back, I feel like I wasted those four years. It was my first job. Even though it was a lower-paying job, it still took me a long time to build up the courage to leave. Even now, thinking about that place still traumatizes me. But last year, I finally quit.

Then I joined another company. The only reason I joined was because it offered work from home. I desperately needed some space and some peace. But my manager constantly picked on me and spoke to me disrespectfully. I don’t even have the words to explain what that experience felt like. I just couldn’t take it anymore, so I resigned.

The day I quit, I cried.

The last time I resigned, I completely panicked. I looked into moving to another country, starting a business, or starting to study something again, and changing my entire life because I felt like everything was falling apart.

But this time was different.

After those first few days of crying, my mind just went quiet. I feel blank.

At first, I applied everywhere and answered recruiters’ calls. Then I kept applying for jobs but stopped answering the calls. Now I don’t even apply anymore. It’s been two months now. I don’t feel any motivation to apply for jobs anymore.

I’ve also realized that I don’t want to stay in HR anymore. But I don’t have any other talent, so what am I going to do? IDK.

Being a woman myself, I’m saying this: almost all of the people who made my work life miserable were women. They were cunning, toxic, and mentally exhausting. They mentally exhausted me in every way possible. These experiences have left me carrying a lot of fear and anxiety.

I feel like my MBA was a waste. I keep thinking that if I had spent those years learning something else, maybe I would have had more choices instead of feeling like a complete loser.

I’ve stopped talking about all of this with my family because I don’t even know what to say anymore. Right now, I genuinely can’t picture myself going back to a 9-6 job. It doesn’t feel like me anymore.

But I can’t stay at home forever doing nothing. I need to earn money. This is the first time in two months that I’ve actually written down exactly how I’m feeling. Even talking or thinking about jobs feels like a burden now.

I feel completely lost.

I don’t know if this is burnout, trauma, depression, or something else.

I’m a 26F. I have an MBA and worked in HR.

I spent four years at my first company. Looking back, I feel like I wasted those four years. It was my first job. Even though it was a lower-paying job, it still took me a long time to build up the courage to leave. Even now, thinking about that place still traumatizes me. But last year, I finally quit.

Then I joined another company. The only reason I joined was because it offered work from home. I desperately needed some space and some peace. But my manager constantly picked on me and spoke to me disrespectfully. I don’t even have the words to explain what that experience felt like. I just couldn’t take it anymore, so I resigned.

The day I quit, I cried.

The last time I resigned, I completely panicked. I looked into moving to another country, starting a business, or starting to study something again, and changing my entire life because I felt like everything was falling apart.

But this time was different.

After those first few days of crying, my mind just went quiet. I feel blank.

At first, I applied everywhere and answered recruiters’ calls. Then I kept applying for jobs but stopped answering the calls. Now I don’t even apply anymore. It’s been two months now. I don’t feel any motivation to apply for jobs anymore.

I’ve also realized that I don’t want to stay in HR anymore. But I don’t have any other talent, so what am I going to do? IDK.

Being a woman myself, I’m saying this: almost all of the people who made my work life miserable were women. They were cunning, toxic, and mentally exhausting. They mentally exhausted me in every way possible. These experiences have left me carrying a lot of fear and anxiety.

I feel like my MBA was a waste. I keep thinking that if I had spent those years learning something else, maybe I would have had more choices instead of feeling like a complete loser.

I’ve stopped talking about all of this with my family because I don’t even know what to say anymore. Right now, I genuinely can’t picture myself going back to a 9-6 job. It doesn’t feel like me anymore.

But I can’t stay at home forever doing nothing. I need to earn money. This is the first time in two months that I’ve actually written down exactly how I’m feeling. Even talking or thinking about jobs feels like a burden now.

I feel completely lost.

I don’t know if this is burnout, trauma, depression, or something else.

Why everyone is fucking serious about everything ........ I just want a different world where everything is chill ...... every person, every thing, every achievement I want everyone to say IT'S DOESN'T MATTER I mean who the fuck cares just say who cares and move on

Why everyone is so fucking serious about everything ........ I just want a different world where everything is chill ...... every person, every thing, every achievement I want everyone to say IT'S DOESN'T MATTER I mean who the fuck cares just say who cares and move on

One of my friends and I have been friends for a few years. We have this birthday tradition where we make birthday videos for each other and post a story on Instagram at midnight. We’ve been doing it for around 3 or 4 years.

Last year, I was a little late posting her birthday story, and she messaged me asking why I hadn’t posted it yet. She’s always been someone who cares about these things. Who liked her post, who commented, who posted a birthday story for her, and who didn’t.

Meanwhile, I’ve honestly stopped caring about birthday stories. We’re both in our mid-20s, we both have jobs, and I genuinely don’t care whether someone posts a story for me or not.

But because I know this stuff matters to her, I still put in the effort. I spent time making a proper birthday video, which isn’t something I’m particularly good at, posted it exactly at midnight, and wished her.

Then around 3 or 4 PM, I noticed she hadn’t reposted my story, so I asked her why.

She said, “I’m not reposting stories.”

I asked, “Since when?”

Then she sent me a screenshot showing that more than 40 people had tagged her in birthday stories. She said, “A lot of people mentioned me today. I’m not reposting anyone’s story.”

That kind of bothered me.

Not because of the repost itself, but because I only did all this in the first place because I knew it mattered to her.

And it’s not like she’s suddenly become someone who doesn’t care about social media stuff. Literally 2 or 3 days earlier, she had messaged me asking why I hadn’t liked or commented on one of her posts.

By around 5 PM, I deleted the story. Most of my followers don’t even know her anyway, and if she didn’t care enough to repost it, I didn’t really see the point of keeping it up anymore.

What was funny was that she immediately messaged me asking why I deleted it.

That’s where I got annoyed.

I told her, “I’ve had that story up since 12 AM. It’s 5 PM now. You’ve already seen it, so I deleted it.”

She then sent me a long paragraph saying, “You could have at least left it up for one day. It’s my birthday. Why did you delete it?”

And that’s what I don’t understand.

What’s the point of me spending time making a 40-second birthday video and keeping it on my story all day because it matters to you, if you can’t even take two seconds to repost it?

What bothered me wasn’t the repost itself. It was feeling like my effort didn’t matter. Especially coming from someone who has always cared so much about these things when it comes to other people.

It just felt like she wanted the birthday video and the story from me, but didn’t really care about acknowledging the effort behind it.

Am I being too sensitive here, or would this bother you too?

I remember once a friend (a guy) asked me why I was single.

I told him, “I’m not looking for a time pass. I’m waiting for the right one.”

And he replied, “You’re just waiting for someone who’s rich.”

I was shocked. More than that, I was disappointed because he was my friend. It genuinely hurt that he thought so little of me and assumed the only reason I’m single is because I’m looking for money.

The funny thing is, he was always the one hovering around my money. I paid for his meals more than once because I considered him a friend and treated him the same way I treat my female friends. Yet somehow, I ended up being seen as the gold digger.

What made it even more ironic is that, in my experience, the people who immediately assume you’re after someone’s money are often the ones who don’t have a penny to their name.

26(f) I remember once a friend (a guy) asked me why I was single.

I told him, “I’m not looking for a time pass. I’m waiting for the right one.”

And he replied, “You’re just waiting for someone who’s rich.”

I was shocked. More than that, I was disappointed because he was my friend. It genuinely hurt that he thought so little of me and assumed the only reason I’m single is because I’m looking for money.

The funny thing is, he was always the one hovering around my money. I paid for his meals more than once because I considered him a friend and treated him the same way I treat my female friends. Yet somehow, I ended up being seen as the gold digger.

What made it even more ironic is that, in my experience, the people who immediately assume you’re after someone’s money are often the ones who don’t have a penny to their name.

26(f)I remember once a friend (a guy) asked me why I was single.

I told him, “I’m not looking for a time pass. I’m waiting for the right one.”

And he replied, “You’re just waiting for someone who’s rich.”

I was shocked. More than that, I was disappointed because he was my friend. It genuinely hurt that he thought so little of me and assumed the only reason I’m single is because I’m looking for money.

The funny thing is, he was always the one hovering around my money. I paid for his meals more than once because I considered him a friend and treated him the same way I treat my female friends. Yet somehow, I ended up being seen as the gold digger.

What made it even more ironic is that, in my experience, the people who immediately assume you’re after someone’s money are often the ones who don’t have a penny to their name.

25F from India, MBA background, worked in HR/recruitment. Been dealing with too many fake openings and last-minute joining drops lately, so trying Reddit now 🥲

Open to remote HR, coordination, support, backend, operations, etc. Immediate joiner. If anyone knows companies actually hiring, please let me know or DM.

At this point I just want something stable and genuine.