u/cellularapocalypx

Therapy has become v expensive, i need to find a therapist so i can afford it, really need to seek help now before things get worse. Please help me out.

Hii guys, ive been trying to find people who are into art for a long time now, its difficult to connect with people on reddit, so i made a discord server for all kinds of artists, be it painters, writers, poets, musicians, singers, designers, movement artists, etc.

I don’t know what I’m supposed to feel.
Today was already a terrible day. I travelled for most of the day for an exam, missed a train, had to travel back in a packed general compartment, came home exhausted, and I have a huge presentation tomorrow that I haven’t had the time to prepare for.
I came home to an empty house and just broke down. Stopped crying, started scrolling whatsapp and realised its fucking father’s day, went through the rabbithole of seeing everyone’s story. Messaged my boyfriend i need him im crying just to comfort me for a bit, he said he cant as he’s at family dinner.
Most probably father’s day dinner.
My dad was an alcoholic and abusive. He drank himself to death when I was 14.
And I know people talk about losing a parent like it’s automatically this beautiful, heartbreaking thing where you just miss them and wish they were here. But what do you do when the person you lost was also an asshole?
So spent today.
It feels like the universe picked today to remind me of everything I didn’t have.
I’m angry. I’m sad. I’m tired. So lonely.
Guess ill just cry myself to sleep tonight. I just wanted to rant.
Goodnight.

Or please tell me if something like this already exists or a poetry club i could join.

And i think often of the palm of your hand
Where i ran circles with my cheek,
watered down your veins,
and sat through uncomfortable silences.
Gentle as the sea on high tide
Uncovering my mind piece by piece
Twirling, shy, manipulating my fingers intertwined
But never a fist, never for me.
I’m your girl, I’ve always been
Yours to look down and spit on
Tears when you’re hungry,
I’ll serve what’s in my intestines
For you I’ll slice myself gourmet a million times
Easily.
These days,
I make dream sequences of parts of me you’d touch
To every new tune I know you’d like.
I’m sure your fingerprints are complimentary to mine
Play it through my hair, high intensity on my thigh
Crushing me all at once, yet, never at all,
Most of the time.

Is there any get together or such for girls who are into the creative fields?