u/Upbeat-Secretary2411

Hi all :)

Im trying to make some original characters with the main premise of them being witches from different countries and backgrounds.

Im really inspired how different folklore differentiates in different countries and religions. I wanted to ask from your own background or country of origin what folklore about witches does your country believe in or tales about similar supernatural circumstances. Just a curious question for research proposes :D

(TW) im depressed, i take antidepressants and well im still depressed im surrounded by trash and cant bring myself to go outside or take care of myself and i rot away in bed. I have no motivation to do things i want to. I miss my hobbies. I tried to kms a few days ago, smthing came up and it was the nail in the coffin for me. That day was the first time i cried in months. I just wanna be happy but idk what to do. I keep hearing i needa rest or im burnt out but i cant be all i do is rest and be a bum. I dont see purpose to anything. Im on a tight rooe and either i fall or i continue walking panicking and baring holding on. Im not gunna do anyhting but if something hit the fan in the future im unsure what will happen. I just wanna feel happy i just wanna have no stress or anxiety or not feel guilt or to love doing things i lived to do without feeling empty to shame. Pls im sick of i need to rest or call a hotline u need to be fixed please idk where else to go.

Pls just comment not dm sry, have gotten weird ppl on here before.

(TW) 21F and im depressed, i take antidepressants and well im still depressed im surrounded by trash and cant bring myself to go outside or take care of myself and i rot away in bed. I have no motivation to do things i want to. I miss my hobbies. I tried to kms a few days ago, smthing came up and it was the nail in the coffin for me. That day was the first time i cried in months. I just wanna be happy but idk what to do. I keep hearing i needa rest or im burnt out but i cant be all i do is rest and be a bum. I dont see purpose to anything. Im on a tight rooe and either i fall or i continue walking panicking and baring holding on. Im not gunna do anyhting but if something hit the fan in the future im unsure what will happen. I just wanna feel happy i just wanna have no stress or anxiety or not feel guilt or to love doing things i lived to do without feeling empty to shame. Pls im sick of i need to rest or call a hotline u need to be fixed please idk where else to go.

im not good at intros so ill be blunt. At 13 i was blackmailed by a much older man, he was threatning i give him money otherwise hed expose my nudes online with my name and adress. obviosly i was very scared, beyond that even had my first panic attack and begged. Obviously this man is a moran what 13 yr old has anymore money than £5 to theyre name alone let alone a online banking system. through my begging he said if i couldnt do that hed come down and arrange a hotel room to rp me in. For context this man would drive about 8 hrs just for this. evil cunt. Out of options i called child line which if you dont know what that is its a mental health call service for minors. I breakdown on the phone to this amazing woman on the line but she told me to give the phone to my parents to explain the situation. Obviously this is very fucking illegal and the woman explains and begs my parents to report this to the police. My mother disagrees saying i was stupid and didnt want the neighb ours to see police cars outside our house cuz got forbid what they would think of her. She yelled at me to show her the nudes i took and yelled at me that “Theyre not even nice phtos of me” basically calling me ugly while i was hysterically crying. Me and my mothers relationship was very difficult back then with me sh and her saying and mental health struggles i had was just for attention or i was being dramatic. I never wanted to kill myself more in my life. She will put her needs first before anything else apperances are the most inportant to her. Now cut to tdy im 21 and me and my mum are ok ig shes changed alot mindset wise. I wish i had that version before. its bitter sweet, as much as im greatful for being fed, dressed and have a roof over my head i will never open up to my parents like that again. For the evil fucker he got away and my mum managed to call the website my nudes were posted on and they removed the post entirely so thx mum for that.

Apologies for my writing, I'm dyslexic. Throughout my access to the internet as a child, I put myself in dangerous social circles, 1000s of grown men after my child body. I ask the title question mainly due to the discourse I see online abt this subject. I have been SA in real life, but I feel the countless amount of grooming as a child and sending nudes and being blackmailed by men has a much deeper effect on my mind. I was a very insecure child. My mother would point out my weight and looks any chance she could. To simplify it, I hated myself deeply, and as an autistic child, I didn't have many friends. Going online was the first time men called me beautiful, made me feel wanted and gave me attention. Yes, I did reciprocate sexual aspects to them, but mainly for them to stay, I couldn't be alone. I would be so exhausted day in day out, and even when my parents found out, they left it mostly, even cracking jokes about it now and then. I was 13. Anyway, I tried to kms at 11, my dumb brain took a lot of painkillers, not strong, but I didn't know any better. This age is when I reached out to men and sent nudes. I didn't fully stop until about 19. I see some discourse online by mostly men with an ego bigger than their dick (wouldn't take much ego to differentiate), silly things like “just turn the phone off” or “u did that to urself”. This deflects me wanting to talk about this big trauma in my life. I've been blackmailed, as I said before, men threatening that if they can have sex with a child, or send money, they would spread my nudes. The most disgusting messages anyone can think of, and yes, 11-year-old me went out of my way to let this start, but I was a very, very sad child and very alone. I just wanted some to say im beautiful to say I love you, to not comment on my weight all the time as I starve myself. sry for my yap, I never know when to stop with this subject, and I need to know more thoughts on this topic.

TW yesterday i put a plastic bag over my head to try and sufficate myself, i got pretty close i ended up almost passing out and was shaking. I broke down after hitting my head and rocking on the floor. Everything is too much. I hate people sm, i fucked up in a group project and now everyone is upset with me. Just a nail in the coffin, ill prolly do it again im not gunna lie. No i dont need a hotline, god knows ive done that before. I feel sm and so little at the same time. I dont wanna be here.

Apologies for my writing, I'm dyslexic. Throughout my access to the internet as a child, I put myself in dangerous social circles, 1000s of grown men after my child body. I ask the title question mainly due to the discourse I see online abt this subject. I have been SA in real life, but I feel the countless amount of grooming as a child and sending nudes and being blackmailed by men has a much deeper effect on my mind. I was a very insecure child. My mother would point out my weight and looks any chance she could. To simplify it, I hated myself deeply, and as an autistic child, I didn't have many friends. Going online was the first time men called me beautiful, made me feel wanted and gave me attention. Yes, I did reciprocate sexual aspects to them, but mainly for them to stay, I couldn't be alone. I would be so exhausted day in day out, and even when my parents found out, they left it mostly, even cracking jokes about it now and then. I was 13. Anyway, I tried to sleep at 11, my dumb brain took a lot of painkillers, not strong, but I didn't know any better. This age is when I reached out to men and sent nudes. I didn't fully stop until about 19. I see some discourse online by mostly men with an ego bigger than their dick (wouldn't take much ego to differentiate), silly things like “just turn the phone off” or “u did that to urself”. This deflects me wanting to talk about this big trauma in my life. I've been blackmailed, as I said before, men threatening that if they can have sex with a child, or send money, they would spread my nudes. The most disgusting messages anyone can think of, and yes, 11-year-old me went out of my way to let this start, but I was a very, very sad child and very alone. I just wanted to say I'm beautiful to say I love you, to not comment on my weight all the time as I starve myself. sry for my yap, I never know when to stop with this subject, and I need to know more thoughts on this topic.

i think im a lesbian. ive only been with men, ive been bi for awhile and tried to talk to women with no avail, everytime i have sex i need to think of women to well.. finish. i feel nothing romantic towards men, i get annoyed, irritated disgusted. but i still go back cuz its better to be disgusted than alone, the warmth of someone there is all i need i just need that to sleep. maybe thats my past fucking up my life again but whatever.

i feel bad switching sexualitys left n right going from bi to lesbian. its really confusing. i feel like im lying to people or making it up, like i should've figured this out by now and picked something and stuck with it. but the older i get the more i realise i've spent so much time doing what i thought i was supposed to do, or what was easier, that i don't even know what was genuine attraction and what was loneliness, validation, habit, or just wanting to be wanted. i keep second guessing myself because what if i'm wrong again? what if i hurt people by changing my mind? but pretending i'm certain when i'm not feels just as dishonest.

just seems atm that i crave male validation to feel beutiful to get that dopamine to know im hot, nothing to do with attraction or love. im terrible in that regard but its a curse on me i need to break. end of the day i have no fucking idea what i am or who would love me.

I have this pne guy freind ive known for 8 yrs, i love him i think. i dont think ik what love is. He knows everything abt me,showers me in attention, we both like bdsm and i go to him for everything in my life i text him every day. i dont care abt men but i have this forced attachment to him like hes my last resort. i dont wanna be abanndoned. its so confusing cuz i say this and then i meet him in person im disapointed its not a woman. idk wtf wrong with me.i feel like a liar. Its hard for me to figure out mainly cuz i have sexual attraction to the bdsm aspect of this partner but not the acc partner, so do i want him or just yk the fun part. idk man.

i think im a lesbian. ive only been with men, ive been bi for awhile and tried to talk to women with no avail, everytime i have sex i need to think of women to well.. finish. i feel nothing romantic towards men, i get annoyed, irritated disgusted. but i still go back cuz its better to be disgusted than alone, the warmth of someone there is all i need i just need that to sleep. maybe thats my past fucking up my life again but whatever.

i feel bad switching sexualitys left n right going from bi to lesbian. its really confusing. i feel like im lying to people or making it up, like i should've figured this out by now and picked something and stuck with it. but the older i get the more i realise i've spent so much time doing what i thought i was supposed to do, or what was easier, that i don't even know what was genuine attraction and what was loneliness, validation, habit, or just wanting to be wanted. i keep second guessing myself because what if i'm wrong again? what if i hurt people by changing my mind? but pretending i'm certain when i'm not feels just as dishonest.

just seems atm that i crave male validation to feel beutiful to get that dopamine to know im hot, nothing to do with attraction or love. im terrible in that regard but its a curse on me i need to break. end of the day i have no fucking idea what i am or who would love me.

I have this pne guy freind ive known for 8 yrs, i love him i think. i dont think ik what love is. He knows everything abt me,showers me in attention, we both like bdsm and i go to him for everything in my life i text him every day. i dont care abt men but i have this forced attachment to him like hes my last resort. i dont wanna be abanndoned. its so confusing cuz i say this and then i meet him in person im disapointed its not a woman. idk wtf wrong with me.i feel like a liar.

ive been been bedrotting the majority of this month. not drinking water, ordering food, barely even getting up to go to the bathroom. i tried deleting social media thinking it would make me bored to do something. however i rather just lay here and stare at the ceiling rather than be a normal human. im disgusting my anti depressants somewhat prevent me from breaking down emotinally but i just feel like a shell. i have anxiety going into public places and my autism has made even the smallest things overstimulating atm. i have no one to talk to. i tried asking advice but its the same old. just get up. It sounds like im doing it to myself at this point, which is true but i just cant i hate everything and everyone and myself more. i almost sh last night just to feel something. ik so edgy n corny right. idk man idk whats wrong wit me.

i think im a lesbian. ive only been with men, ive been bi for awhile and tried to talk to women with no avail, everytime i have sex i need to think of women to well.. finish. i feel nothing romantic towards men, i get annoyed, irritated disgusted. but i still go back cuz its better to be disgusted than alone, the warmth of someone there is all i need i just need that to sleep. maybe thats my past fucking up my life again but whatever.

i feel bad switching sexualitys left n right going from bi to lesbian. its really confusing. i feel like im lying to people or making it up, like i should've figured this out by now and picked something and stuck with it. but the older i get the more i realise i've spent so much time doing what i thought i was supposed to do, or what was easier, that i don't even know what was genuine attraction and what was loneliness, validation, habit, or just wanting to be wanted. i keep second guessing myself because what if i'm wrong again? what if i hurt people by changing my mind? but pretending i'm certain when i'm not feels just as dishonest.

just seems atm that i crave male validation to feel beutiful to get that dopamine to know im hot, nothing to do with attraction or love. im terrible in that regard but its a curse on me i need to break. end of the day i have no fucking idea what i am or who would love me.