u/Spirited-Mousse1915

I'll go first; mine has got to be any of the columns, you can put them anywhere, and they look great.

Been having venlafaxine for a while now, but i noticed that i cant sit still for long, and my muscles twitch.

These dreams started when I was in first grade, as kindergarteners had their own indoor playground. I am now graduated 12th grade. I was bullied alot in that school, and many of my dreams about the school itself would be about that. I can remember dreams from so long ago. But the thing is, as far as I know, I can't remember anything bad when I was in elementary school. Other than some bullying. Nothing extreme, and I'd always have my family to back me up

One in particular, I remember, I was in a bathtub, and my first-grade teacher was watching me. I know i was young when I first had this dream, but God, I can never get the look she had out of my head. She was staring at me, a minor, while I was naked in a bathtub.

Other dreams were about murderers hunting me down and killing me. When I got into Middle and High school, I remember having dreams of my High school teachers working in my elementary school. Like the principal being a 2nd grade classroom. I can't forget one that stuck with me, was when I was in a classroom. My 10th grade biology teacher was teaching History to a class of third graders. Then turned to me, stared at me and went, "You shouldn't be here, go back"

The dreams that I had in the playground though were noticeably more peaceful. I remember I'd have dreams of animals walking around, or pirate ships and all of that. Sometimes my dreams would be in the playground but be totally unrelated to the school itself.

What our school does with seniors, is we walk to the elementary schools to do a final walk. So I and the seniors walked through this school, and we had to leave through the playground in order to get back to the buses.

I had been calm for the entire day, and I had taken medicine to keep me calm. This was a very emotional day for me, as I had to say goodbye to my friends and teachers. But when I walked through this playground, I nearly had a panic attack, I felt so happy and so excited, just out of nowhere. It looked the same when I was a kid, and I had to stop to just calm myself down. I can barely explain the amount of closure I felt that day.

It was a very weird feeling

I was walking home with my friends, since we have been out all-day having fun. I noticed that this guy was following us around and recording us. I was obviously pissed and uncomfortable, but my friends wanted me to not "cause a scene". I'm not going to be silent about that shit. That just lets him do it to more women.

So, I walked over to him, and said really loudly, "Why are you recording me and my friends?! Do you have an issue?"

I was pretty worked up after that, and he looked embarrassed. Since other people heard it and caused enough tension for someone to walk over and talk with him.

I don't get why my friends didn't want me to confront him. Why would they feel embarrassed to call attention to this creep? I have no obligation to "keep the peace" or "not attract others". When it shouldn't be an embarrassing moment to call someone like that out.

These dreams started when I was in first grade, as kindergarteners had their own indoor playground. I am now graduated 12th grade. I was bullied alot in that school, and many of my dreams about the school itself would be about that. I can remember dreams from so long ago. But the thing is, as far as I know, I can't remember anything bad when I was in elementary school. Other than some bullying. Nothing extreme, and I'd always have my family to back me up

One in particular, I remember, I was in a bathtub, and my first-grade teacher was watching me. I know i was young when I first had this dream, but God, I can never get the look she had out of my head. She was staring at me, a minor, while I was naked in a bathtub.

Other dreams were about murderers hunting me down and killing me. When I got into Middle and High school, I remember having dreams of my High school teachers working in my elementary school. Like the principal being a 2nd grade classroom. I can't forget one that stuck with me, was when I was in a classroom. My 10th grade biology teacher was teaching History to a class of third graders. Then turned to me, stared at me and went, "You shouldn't be here, go back"

The dreams that I had in the playground though were noticeably more peaceful. I remember I'd have dreams of animals walking around, or pirate ships and all of that. Sometimes my dreams would be in the playground but be totally unrelated to the school itself.

What our school does with seniors, is we walk to the elementary schools to do a final walk. So I and the seniors walked through this school, and we had to leave through the playground in order to get back to the buses.

I had been calm for the entire day, and I had taken medicine to keep me calm. This was a very emotional day for me, as I had to say goodbye to my friends and teachers. But when I walked through this playground, I nearly had a panic attack, I felt so happy and so excited, just out of nowhere. It looked the same when I was a kid, and I had to stop to just calm myself down.

It was a very weird feeling that day.

I, nineteen [f], get to have the joys of my family treating me like I am still an incapable infant, and undermine my worth. Though I have mental illness, they do not define me, and I can accomplish things like any other person can. I'm not someone to be coddled or spoke to like I'm less than. I am not a symptom, and I want to work and contribute to society.

I wonder if being treated like this caused me to be more confrontational to people who undermine me. As I do have a psychiatrist, and we do voice calls. I do not want to bite the hand that feeds me, as she is an amazing doctor, she is just like everyone else.

As she was going about my medicine being refilled, she said that "You're going to hate me, I have to assign blood work. I know, but it's a good time for it!" Obviously, I was pissed. I try to not lash out to doctors, therapists or psychiatrists, but that made me snap.

So I told her, "Are you kidding me? That's disrespectful. I'm not a kid anymore. Its just a needle. I am nineteen, not one of your ten-year-old clients!"

I could tell she was definitely shocked by that, and she apologized, and just before we ended the appointment, I told her I didn't want to hear that shit again. She is a good psychiatrist, and I know she is very smart. So, there is no excuse for her to act this way.

This kind of stuff is what i think about at night and when im depressed. I'm adopted, and my mom fought for months in court to arrange a prison cell for my bio family and be the sole caretaker of me. She spends thousands of dollars into therapy for me, she bends over backwards when I so much as show a little interest in something at the store. I know she loves me. It isn't the problem.

During panic attacks, she yells at me, says im acting like a child. At times she can be aggravated and unintentionally lash out at me. This gives me so much whiplash, as one minute she's sweet, and the next she is yelling in my face. She talks about how she is running out of money, how she is tired and sick, but "she still provides for me."

I've started to not ask for things in stores, so she won't buy it. Its been really hard as of lately to be around her. I feel like i am the burden in her life, and I don't know how to fix it, or make her happy or make her okay again.

I was goofing around with my friends, and it we are both religious. As a joke, I said, "Jesus is probably looking at us like: 'What interesting choices of free will!'." It then turned to a debate on if God had a sense of humor or not.

In my opinion, the Almighty is an immensely powerful being, creator of the universe, He made us in his image. Debating on what God wants or interpreting Him is simply impossible; it should be impossible to truly understand Him. Or his power. So I'm not the type to spend my life saying: "Oh goodness, God wouldnt want me doing this" or "God doesn't like this."

But I think God understands my intentions and that it was a joke.

My friends don't think so, and that I should have a more serious relationship with the Lord. Thoughts?

In this scenario, you are a guard in a dictatorial regime, and you are assigned to monitor a work camp where prisoners stay. You assume, due to all of the propaganda, that this will be fine!

However, as you learn the horrors, you decide to save someone. A five-year-old child. The only issue is that someone catches you before you can. You are an empathetic man, and extremely against murder. The regime makes good people like you do bad things.

Two choices; kill your attacker, take the child, and run. No guarantee that you will survive, but you understand the wilderness/outdoor survival better than anyone.

Or you can use money and connections to weasel your way out of this, then try again another day. Or give up entirely.

I am a Nationalist for the great Commonwealth of Kentucky, the best state to ever exist. Im also a separatist and one day the Commonwealth will colonize Notth America with Imperialist, Communist values!

Glory to the Commonwealth of Kentucky 🩷🦅

I have dealt with a lot of loss, way too much loss someone my age should be dealing with. My friend and i are still in school, though i never met her dad, she told me about him. I have been helping by making her drawings, I helped her plant a tree in her dad's name.

Problem is; she is autistic and therefore cant tell me if any of this is helping. So I just have to keep doing it, and hope it is helping.

On every anniversary, my and my other friends will wear blue, because thats her dad's favorite color. I told a few teachers to do that too. And i can tell that helps her so much. One day it was game day and our teams colors is, you guessed it; blue. So I jokingly said, "The entire town has gone blue!"

I know i dont have to be doing this, but she is so happy to see me doing this. And I dont really care about her not being able to tell me if its helping. As long as she enjoys it and doesnt want me to stop.

So, i haven't seen my family in, well, years. Since i was a youngster, even. I remember vaguely, the nazis took us off the train, separated me from them, and I haven't seen them since.

The war ended, and i called everyone i could to find out. Just even her bones would be enough for me. I want to know they're okay. I wont sleep until i do...

Im up in Israel now. Got a homestead around there, i don't know whats going to happen now, or if they're alive or not. Maybe im just the last one of my family who survived. How can people be so evil.

I have an idea, called the 'Story in the Sea'. Basically, it is a long, drawn-out world where the chemical compound in soil mutates. It starts as nothing, to slowly becoming more dangerous, as governments and the UN attempt to find a solution. The soil is hot and is causing steam. Though it doesn't hurt the characters for now. But it gets worse as they progress, with it going from just causing mild burns to clumping together and killing people. Then it goes from that to actively swallowing vehicles.

The premise is that the characters must go to a port and board ships, where it is overcrowded, crime-ridden and many famines happen.