u/United-Enthusiasm995

I'm a 20-year-old woman living in Argentina. For some time now, I've felt like I've been growing bitter about life. In my teens, I started experiencing anxiety and some depression. As a child, I went through many family problems that affected me deeply, and I felt very alone.

During my adolescence, I drifted away from God and lived a life of sin and toxic friendships that also hurt me.

At 18, I found God. He saved me. He changed my life. After my conversion, I didn't go to church for about eight months. I couldn't go back to the church I attended as a child. Then I found another church where I attended for a year and a half. I experienced wonderful things there. During all that time, I struggled a lot with anxiety, but I had tremendous hope. I felt a strong desire to live despite the difficult times, and I was grateful and enjoyed my life to the fullest. I also felt a tremendous desire to serve God, and I did so with great joy. I had planned to study theology at a Bible college where many young people from the church studied.

The thing is, I started having doubts. And in the midst of all that, I suffered hurts within the church. But I wasn't okay internally. I began to feel distant from God and I was no longer sure about going to study at that institute. I started to feel pressured. Because in the church, the idea that serving in the church and dedicating oneself to ministry was very valuable, but studying at university or pursuing another career wasn't as important. I also had many theological doubts regarding the doctrine taught in the church, since I had grown up in a Baptist church and this new church was a Pentecostal denomination. I don't know. It's a long story. I also can't explain what triggered the unease. There were also specific situations that hurt me. But beyond that, deep down I know that it wasn't anyone else's fault. That I was the one who was wrong. I did feel very alone in that process. I didn't feel like I had any real support. But even so, I know that what's happening to me comes from within. Or at least that's how I feel. I had a very strong feeling that there was something wrong with me. Because, honestly, I was even afraid I had a demon or that kind of thing that maybe is sometimes taught, but I didn't fully understand. And that scared me a lot. As I mentioned before, I suffer from anxiety, and the truth is, I was very afraid that there was something wrong with me or that I even had a mental illness. All sorts of ideas crossed my mind. But over time, that feeling that there was something wrong with me just kept growing.

Anyway, I decided to change churches. I went back to the Baptist church I went to as a child. There, I felt welcomed, but at the same time, it contrasted sharply with the pain I carried from what my family went through there, knowing that we left very hurt, and that I also felt alone and rejected. But this time, everything seemed very nice. They treated me very well. Although with a certain awkwardness, as if they didn't know how to treat me. But I did feel loved and supported. I was invited to a career guidance workshop where they helped me think about what to study since I had decided not to go to Bible college. That triggered a major personal crisis. But having their support during that time was a huge help. Around that time, I lost my part-time job. And that affected me deeply; from then on, everything went downhill. I lost my job and was left with a debt, not knowing what to do next.

After being laid off, I decided to leave my hometown and move to the big city, where I have a lot of family. I'm living here with my sister. I arrived a month ago, and I still don't quite understand what I came here to do. In theory, I came to study, but I'm not studying. I came to look for more job opportunities, but I'm not working because I can't find a job, and I feel like I'm not trying hard enough. I also came to improve my lifestyle, to create better habits, but I'm not achieving that either, since I'm quite depressed. I found a new church here; it's very nice, and they've welcomed me warmly. But deep down, for some reason, I'm always on the defensive. I compare myself to others, I feel like I'm not enough, that they wouldn't like me, that I'm too broken to be among such nice or "perfect" people. I would love to find a good group of friends, but for some reason, I put myself down.

And I still don't understand what's so wrong with me. But I realize that I see life from a very negative perspective, with sadness and pain. I'm starting to feel envy, resentment, hopelessness, and frustration. I don't know what I want to do with my life, what to study, or what kind of work I should do, and I even wonder if it's worth it, feeling like the world doesn't have much time left. I look around and the feeling intensifies, seeing people suffering, going through hardship, so many people like me who can't find work, so many sad, lonely, and bitter people. I see the evil in the world, the crisis in the country, and everything seems bleak. It's so hard for me to have hope for the future. I try to think that everything will be alright, but it's difficult. I can't find a job and I still have debts I couldn't pay.

I try to change my perspective, but it feels so hard. Sometimes I feel like I don't know how to change my perspective anymore, that I need a helping hand. Of course, I need a helping hand. I need God. But I don't even know how to seek Him anymore. I feel like I don't know how to pray anymore, I don't know how to study His word. Every time I approach Him, I feel ashamed, as if God has grown tired of me and my complaints. I complain about everything, I get frustrated over the smallest things. And everyone else notices I'm not doing well.

I know I've been through periods like this before, but never for so long and with so little hope. I've never felt so alone and so lost.

And even though it's hard for me to have hope, I do know I have something, and that's willpower. I know I don't want to live like this. I want to get better. I want to move forward. I want to be strong again.

But I know only God can get me out of this, that I can't do it on my own, but I don't know what to do anymore. I don't know what to do.

Hola! Pregunta rápida, hace unos meses me echaron de un trabajo en periodo de prueba.

Me avisaron el 27/02/2026 y el cese de actividades fue el 28/02/2026.

Recién hoy me pagaron la liquidación y no me pagaron el preaviso, que según yo, corresponde; pero ellos me la negaron alegando que ya no corresponde preaviso en periodo de prueba.

O sea, no entiendo mucho de la ley, sé que ahora cambió, y por lo que leí según la ley actual ya no corresponde preaviso en periodo de prueba, pero esta ley entró en vigencia en marzo de 2026, o sea que para cuando terminó mi contrato todavía no estaba vigente. Dado el caso, correspondería que me paguen la indemnización sustitutiva por preaviso?

Today I went to church in the morning. When I left, the day was so beautiful that I decided to take a walk. I went to a park I'd never been to before. While I was there, a homeless girl started talking to me. She lived right there in the park. We talked for about an hour. She told me a little about her life and her story. She seemed like a very sweet, kind, and innocent girl. She told me she had a disability and that she was living on the streets because her mother kicked her out. She said that many people helped her with food, clothes, and money, and that she didn't lack anything. I took the opportunity to talk to her about God, telling her that God was the one who sent her all of that. She told me she believes in God, that she is always seeking God, that she used to go to church, but not anymore. Suddenly, I felt an impulse to give her my Bible. I had it in my hand because I had just left church.

And I don't know why I felt such a strong impulse. I didn't feel it as an obligation or out of desperation. It was more like a suggestion. And I felt like God was urging me to do it. I hesitated a lot, because it was my only Bible, and it had sentimental value because my mother gave it to me when I was a child, and it had been with me through many experiences in my life. But well, at the time I felt very strongly about giving it to her, and I felt that if I didn't, I would leave with a bad feeling for not having done it, feeling like I had disobeyed God and that I could have helped her.

Now I'm back home. I told my mom what happened, and while she said it was good to help others, she told me I should be more careful with homeless people because they might lie or hurt me. And while she said the Bible could be a blessing for her, she also said it was impulsive of me since now I'm without a Bible (although I have another one from my sister that she doesn't use, and my grandmother also offered me a Bible recently). Anyway, now I don't know what to think. Was I wrong to give it to her? Was it impulsive? I don't know if it will really have an impact on her or not, I don't know if it was in vain, I don't know what to think. I believe it was the Holy Spirit who guided me to do it, but even so, it was very difficult for me to do it and I'm not sure if it was the right thing to do.