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I wanted to share my experience in case it helps someone avoid getting scammed.......!!!!

Today I received a call from someone claiming to be from a company called "Freelancer Wala." The recruiter introduced herself as HR Musakaan and invited me to attend an online meeting for a work-from-home job.

When I joined the meeting, there were 500+ participants, but everyone was kept on mute. The host only allowed people to answer "yes" or "no" questions, so nobody could ask proper questions or interact......!!!!

They said the job was a calling/customer support role, requiring 6 hours of work per day, Monday to Saturday, with a salary of ₹16,000 per month. They also claimed we could choose to receive ₹4,000 every week instead of monthly.....They said to build trust i guess

At first, everything sounded genuine. They even had their own website, which made the company appear more legitimate.....!!!

Then they said we had to open a Demat account so that we could "help other people." They never gave a clear explanation of why a calling job would require a Demat account. That was my first major red flag.....!!

After the meeting, they asked everyone to join a WhatsApp group. The group was extremely private members couldn't even see how many people had joined or who else was in the group.....!!!

Inside the WhatsApp group, they shared a link and instructed everyone to download an app from their link instead of the Google Play Store. They also asked us to open a Demat account through their referral link. From what I later found during my research, this appears to be how they earn referral rewards or commissions.

They also shared a YouTube video explaining how to open the account. Another thing that seemed suspicious was that the comments on the video were turned off, so no one could share their experience or warn others.

They kept referring to it as a "Demat app," but when I checked the link, it redirected to Angel One, along with several other links....lll

Before doing anything, I decided to research it. I searched YouTube and read comments on other videos discussing the same recruitment process. Many people described similar experiences and warned that these offers are mainly designed to get applicants to open Demat accounts using referral links. According to several people, the recruiters receive a large referral commission (some claimed around ₹20,000 or more) while the applicants never receive the promised job or salary.

I immediately left the meeting without downloading anything or opening any account.

I'm posting this only to spread awareness. Having a website doesn't necessarily mean a company is genuine, so please do your own research before sharing personal information, opening financial accounts, or installing apps from external links.

If anyone else has had a similar experience with "Freelancer Wala," I'd like to hear about it.

The recruiter who contacted me introduced herself as HR Musakaan.

I'm attaching screenshots for awareness. Stay safe, everyone.

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I wanted to share my experience in case it helps someone avoid getting scammed.......!!!!

Today I received a call from someone claiming to be from a company called "Freelancer Wala." The recruiter introduced herself as HR Musakaan and invited me to attend an online meeting for a work-from-home job.

When I joined the meeting, there were 500+ participants, but everyone was kept on mute. The host only allowed people to answer "yes" or "no" questions, so nobody could ask proper questions or interact......!!!!

They said the job was a calling/customer support role, requiring 6 hours of work per day, Monday to Saturday, with a salary of ₹16,000 per month. They also claimed we could choose to receive ₹4,000 every week instead of monthly.....They said to build trust i guess

At first, everything sounded genuine. They even had their own website, which made the company appear more legitimate.....!!!

Then they said we had to open a Demat account so that we could "help other people." They never gave a clear explanation of why a calling job would require a Demat account. That was my first major red flag.....!!

After the meeting, they asked everyone to join a WhatsApp group. The group was extremely private members couldn't even see how many people had joined or who else was in the group.....!!!

Inside the WhatsApp group, they shared a link and instructed everyone to download an app from their link instead of the Google Play Store. They also asked us to open a Demat account through their referral link. From what I later found during my research, this appears to be how they earn referral rewards or commissions.

They also shared a YouTube video explaining how to open the account. Another thing that seemed suspicious was that the comments on the video were turned off, so no one could share their experience or warn others.

They kept referring to it as a "Demat app," but when I checked the link, it redirected to Angel One, along with several other links....lll

Before doing anything, I decided to research it. I searched YouTube and read comments on other videos discussing the same recruitment process. Many people described similar experiences and warned that these offers are mainly designed to get applicants to open Demat accounts using referral links. According to several people, the recruiters receive a large referral commission (some claimed around ₹20,000 or more) while the applicants never receive the promised job or salary.

I immediately left the meeting without downloading anything or opening any account.

I'm posting this only to spread awareness. Having a website doesn't necessarily mean a company is genuine, so please do your own research before sharing personal information, opening financial accounts, or installing apps from external links.

If anyone else has had a similar experience with "Freelancer Wala," I'd like to hear about it.

The recruiter who contacted me introduced herself as HR Musakaan.

I'm attaching screenshots for awareness. Stay safe, everyone.

I've written about my ghoster here many times. This is probably my final post about him......!!!!!

For almost a month and a half, I kept waiting for a message. Every single day, a part of me hoped that maybe today would be the day he'd reach out. Deep down, though, another part of me knew he had probably lost interest and would never message me again.

It felt like a constant battle between my heart and my brain. My heart couldn't let go because it was emotionally attached. It kept making excuses and holding onto hope.....!!!! But my brain kept telling me something much simpler if someone truly wants you in their life, they'll show up. They won't replace communication with silence. They won't just disappear. They won't give up on you without a word.

It's still hurts me, and letting go isn't easy. Maybe I still want him........!!!!!! but I think that's just my heart struggling to accept reality......!!!

One thing that confused me was that he never unmatched, unfriended, or unfollowed me. I kept wondering if it meant something, or if he just didn't want to hurt my feelings by doing it himself......!!!!

Then I realized that I didn't need to keep waiting for him to make that decision......!!!! So today, I made it for both of us.

I unmatched him. I unfriended him. I unfollowed him.

It hurts, but I think it's time to stop waiting for someone who never came back......!!!!

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I'm a 31-year-old woman, and I've struggled with low self-esteem for most of my life.

Growing up, people constantly commented on my appearance. Family members, friends, and even strangers made me feel unattractive. Over time, I started believing that nobody would ever truly choose me.

The one person who always supported me was my mom. She knew how much those comments hurt me and always tried to build my confidence. A few months ago, I lost her, and losing her has been the most devastating thing I've ever experienced. She was my safe place. Whenever something went wrong, she was the person I turned to. Since she's been gone, I've felt lost, alone, and like my life has no direction.

A while after her death, I joined a dating app and started talking to a guy. We never met in person, but we lived in the same area and had mutual connections. We talked almost every day for about three months. He usually initiated conversations, asked about my day, shared personal things about his life, and made me feel important.

At a time when I was grieving and emotionally vulnerable, I became attached to him. Talking to him felt comforting. It felt like something inside me was slowly healing. For the first time in a long time, I felt special, wanted, and cared for.

Eventually, we exchanged Instagram IDs, and that's when things changed. His effort dropped significantly. He still watched my stories, liked them, occasionally tagged me in posts, and sometimes mentioned me in stories, but conversations became dry. Whenever I tried to continue talking, I'd often get a simple 🙂 emoji or just a like.

His behavior left me with so many questions. Did he lose interest? Did he meet someone else? Was there something wrong with me? Was I not attractive enough?

I know he never made me any promises, and I know dating apps are designed for people to talk to multiple matches. I even bought a subscription and saw that he was interacting with many other women. I don't blame him for that. He had every right to do so because we were never in a relationship.

The problem is that I became deeply attached.

For over a month now, I've been stuck in a cycle of thinking about him constantly. Sometimes the thoughts become overwhelming. My heart starts racing, my chest feels tight, and it feels difficult to breathe. My hands and legs shake. The pain feels unbearable at times.

I find myself imagining him falling in love with someone else, holding another woman's hand, marrying someone else, sharing his life with someone else. When those thoughts hit, I cry so hard that I feel physically exhausted.

What hurts the most is not even rejection. It's not knowing. If he wasn't interested, I wish he had just told me directly instead of slowly fading away. At least then I could have accepted it and started moving on.

Sometimes I ask myself, does he ever think about me the way I think about him? Even one percent? Even for a few seconds? I guess the answer is no. While I'm struggling to breathe, my heart races, my hands shake, and I cry over someone who probably hasn't thought about me in weeks. That's the hardest part to accept.

Part of me wonders why he never unmatched me. Another part wonders if I'm just an option he'll keep around until something better comes along.

Deep down, I know that if someone truly wants to be in your life, they make an effort. They don't leave you confused for weeks wondering where you stand.

So I've decided to unfriend, unfollow, and unmatch him. Not because I hate him, but because holding on is hurting me more than letting go.

I'm grieving my mother, grieving the connection I thought I had with this man, and trying to learn how to stop looking for my worth in whether someone chooses me.

Has anyone else become attached to someone during a period of grief and struggled to let go? Did you experience physical symptoms like chest pain, shaking, or anxiety because of it? How did you move forward?

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I'm a 31-year-old woman, and I've struggled with low self-esteem for most of my life.

Growing up, people constantly commented on my appearance. Family members, friends, and even strangers made me feel unattractive. Over time, I started believing that nobody would ever truly choose me.

The one person who always supported me was my mom. She knew how much those comments hurt me and always tried to build my confidence. A few months ago, I lost her, and losing her has been the most devastating thing I've ever experienced. She was my safe place. Whenever something went wrong, she was the person I turned to. Since she's been gone, I've felt lost, alone, and like my life has no direction.

A while after her death, I joined a dating app and started talking to a guy. We never met in person, but we lived in the same area and had mutual connections. We talked almost every day for about three months. He usually initiated conversations, asked about my day, shared personal things about his life, and made me feel important.

At a time when I was grieving and emotionally vulnerable, I became attached to him. Talking to him felt comforting. It felt like something inside me was slowly healing. For the first time in a long time, I felt special, wanted, and cared for.

Eventually, we exchanged Instagram IDs, and that's when things changed. His effort dropped significantly. He still watched my stories, liked them, occasionally tagged me in posts, and sometimes mentioned me in stories, but conversations became dry. Whenever I tried to continue talking, I'd often get a simple 🙂 emoji or just a like.

His behavior left me with so many questions. Did he lose interest? Did he meet someone else? Was there something wrong with me? Was I not attractive enough?

I know he never made me any promises, and I know dating apps are designed for people to talk to multiple matches. I even bought a subscription and saw that he was interacting with many other women. I don't blame him for that. He had every right to do so because we were never in a relationship.

The problem is that I became deeply attached.

For over a month now, I've been stuck in a cycle of thinking about him constantly. Sometimes the thoughts become overwhelming. My heart starts racing, my chest feels tight, and it feels difficult to breathe. My hands and legs shake. The pain feels unbearable at times.

I find myself imagining him falling in love with someone else, holding another woman's hand, marrying someone else, sharing his life with someone else. When those thoughts hit, I cry so hard that I feel physically exhausted.

What hurts the most is not even rejection. It's not knowing. If he wasn't interested, I wish he had just told me directly instead of slowly fading away. At least then I could have accepted it and started moving on.

Sometimes I ask myself, does he ever think about me the way I think about him? Even one percent? Even for a few seconds? I guess the answer is no. While I'm struggling to breathe, my heart races, my hands shake, and I cry over someone who probably hasn't thought about me in weeks. That's the hardest part to accept.

Part of me wonders why he never unmatched me. Another part wonders if I'm just an option he'll keep around until something better comes along.

Deep down, I know that if someone truly wants to be in your life, they make an effort. They don't leave you confused for weeks wondering where you stand.

So I've decided to unfriend, unfollow, and unmatch him. Not because I hate him, but because holding on is hurting me more than letting go.

I'm grieving my mother, grieving the connection I thought I had with this man, and trying to learn how to stop looking for my worth in whether someone chooses me.

Has anyone else become attached to someone during a period of grief and struggled to let go? Did you experience physical symptoms like chest pain, shaking, or anxiety because of it? How did you move forward?

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I'm a 31-year-old woman, and I've struggled with low self-esteem for most of my life.

Growing up, people constantly commented on my appearance. Family members, friends, and even strangers made me feel unattractive. Over time, I started believing that nobody would ever truly choose me.

The one person who always supported me was my mom. She knew how much those comments hurt me and always tried to build my confidence. A few months ago, I lost her, and losing her has been the most devastating thing I've ever experienced. She was my safe place. Whenever something went wrong, she was the person I turned to. Since she's been gone, I've felt lost, alone, and like my life has no direction.

A while after her death, I joined a dating app and started talking to a guy. We never met in person, but we lived in the same area and had mutual connections. We talked almost every day for about three months. He usually initiated conversations, asked about my day, shared personal things about his life, and made me feel important.

At a time when I was grieving and emotionally vulnerable, I became attached to him. Talking to him felt comforting. It felt like something inside me was slowly healing. For the first time in a long time, I felt special, wanted, and cared for.

Eventually, we exchanged Instagram IDs, and that's when things changed. His effort dropped significantly. He still watched my stories, liked them, occasionally tagged me in posts, and sometimes mentioned me in stories, but conversations became dry. Whenever I tried to continue talking, I'd often get a simple 🙂 emoji or just a like.

His behavior left me with so many questions. Did he lose interest? Did he meet someone else? Was there something wrong with me? Was I not attractive enough?

I know he never made me any promises, and I know dating apps are designed for people to talk to multiple matches. I even bought a subscription and saw that he was interacting with many other women. I don't blame him for that. He had every right to do so because we were never in a relationship.

The problem is that I became deeply attached.

For over a month now, I've been stuck in a cycle of thinking about him constantly. Sometimes the thoughts become overwhelming. My heart starts racing, my chest feels tight, and it feels difficult to breathe. My hands and legs shake. The pain feels unbearable at times.

I find myself imagining him falling in love with someone else, holding another woman's hand, marrying someone else, sharing his life with someone else. When those thoughts hit, I cry so hard that I feel physically exhausted.

What hurts the most is not even rejection. It's not knowing. If he wasn't interested, I wish he had just told me directly instead of slowly fading away. At least then I could have accepted it and started moving on.

Sometimes I ask myself, does he ever think about me the way I think about him? Even one percent? Even for a few seconds? I guess the answer is no. While I'm struggling to breathe, my heart races, my hands shake, and I cry over someone who probably hasn't thought about me in weeks. That's the hardest part to accept.

Part of me wonders why he never unmatched me. Another part wonders if I'm just an option he'll keep around until something better comes along.

Deep down, I know that if someone truly wants to be in your life, they make an effort. They don't leave you confused for weeks wondering where you stand.

So I've decided to unfriend, unfollow, and unmatch him. Not because I hate him, but because holding on is hurting me more than letting go.

I'm grieving my mother, grieving the connection I thought I had with this man, and trying to learn how to stop looking for my worth in whether someone chooses me.

Has anyone else become attached to someone during a period of grief and struggled to let go? Did you experience physical symptoms like chest pain, shaking, or anxiety because of it? How did you move forward?

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I'm a 31-year-old woman, and I've struggled with low self-esteem for most of my life.

Growing up, people constantly commented on my appearance. Family members, friends, and even strangers made me feel unattractive. Over time, I started believing that nobody would ever truly choose me.

The one person who always supported me was my mom. She knew how much those comments hurt me and always tried to build my confidence. A few months ago, I lost her, and losing her has been the most devastating thing I've ever experienced. She was my safe place. Whenever something went wrong, she was the person I turned to. Since she's been gone, I've felt lost, alone, and like my life has no direction.

A while after her death, I joined a dating app and started talking to a guy. We never met in person, but we lived in the same area and had mutual connections. We talked almost every day for about three months. He usually initiated conversations, asked about my day, shared personal things about his life, and made me feel important.

At a time when I was grieving and emotionally vulnerable, I became attached to him. Talking to him felt comforting. It felt like something inside me was slowly healing. For the first time in a long time, I felt special, wanted, and cared for.

Eventually, we exchanged Instagram IDs, and that's when things changed. His effort dropped significantly. He still watched my stories, liked them, occasionally tagged me in posts, and sometimes mentioned me in stories, but conversations became dry. Whenever I tried to continue talking, I'd often get a simple 🙂 emoji or just a like.

His behavior left me with so many questions. Did he lose interest? Did he meet someone else? Was there something wrong with me? Was I not attractive enough?

I know he never made me any promises, and I know dating apps are designed for people to talk to multiple matches. I even bought a subscription and saw that he was interacting with many other women. I don't blame him for that. He had every right to do so because we were never in a relationship.

The problem is that I became deeply attached.

For over a month now, I've been stuck in a cycle of thinking about him constantly. Sometimes the thoughts become overwhelming. My heart starts racing, my chest feels tight, and it feels difficult to breathe. My hands and legs shake. The pain feels unbearable at times.

I find myself imagining him falling in love with someone else, holding another woman's hand, marrying someone else, sharing his life with someone else. When those thoughts hit, I cry so hard that I feel physically exhausted.

What hurts the most is not even rejection. It's not knowing. If he wasn't interested, I wish he had just told me directly instead of slowly fading away. At least then I could have accepted it and started moving on.

Sometimes I ask myself, does he ever think about me the way I think about him? Even one percent? Even for a few seconds? I guess the answer is no. While I'm struggling to breathe, my heart races, my hands shake, and I cry over someone who probably hasn't thought about me in weeks. That's the hardest part to accept.

Part of me wonders why he never unmatched me. Another part wonders if I'm just an option he'll keep around until something better comes along.

Deep down, I know that if someone truly wants to be in your life, they make an effort. They don't leave you confused for weeks wondering where you stand.

So I've decided to unfriend, unfollow, and unmatch him. Not because I hate him, but because holding on is hurting me more than letting go.

I'm grieving my mother, grieving the connection I thought I had with this man, and trying to learn how to stop looking for my worth in whether someone chooses me.

Has anyone else become attached to someone during a period of grief and struggled to let go? Did you experience physical symptoms like chest pain, shaking, or anxiety because of it? How did you move forward?

For over a month now, I've been stuck in a cycle of thinking about him constantly. My heart starts racing, my chest feels tight, and sometimes I feel like I can't breathe. My hands and legs shake, and the thoughts become so overwhelming that I can't focus on anything else. I know these feelings are probably anxiety, but in those moments they feel so real and so terrifying.

I'm trying to let him go. I've decided to unfriend, unfollow, and unmatch him because holding on is hurting me. But my mind won't stop replaying everything and searching for answers I'll probably never get.

Has anyone else experienced anxiety like this after becoming emotionally attached to someone? How did you stop the constant overthinking and physical symptoms?For over a month now, I've been stuck in a cycle of thinking about him constantly. My heart starts racing, my chest feels tight, and sometimes I feel like I can't breathe. My hands and legs shake, and the thoughts become so overwhelming that I can't focus on anything else. I know these feelings are probably anxiety, but in those moments they feel so real and so terrifying.

I'm trying to let him go. I've decided to unfriend, unfollow, and unmatch him because holding on is hurting me. But my mind won't stop replaying everything and searching for answers I'll probably never get.

Has anyone else experienced anxiety like this after becoming emotionally attached to someone? How did you stop the constant overthinking and physical symptoms?

My Heart Races, My Hands Shake, and I Can't Stop Thinking About Him

I'm a 31-year-old woman, and I've struggled with low self-esteem for most of my life.

Growing up, people constantly commented on my appearance. Family members, friends, and even strangers made me feel unattractive. Over time, I started believing that nobody would ever truly choose me.

The one person who always supported me was my mom. She knew how much those comments hurt me and always tried to build my confidence. A few months ago, I lost her, and losing her has been the most devastating thing I've ever experienced. She was my safe place. Whenever something went wrong, she was the person I turned to. Since she's been gone, I've felt lost, alone, and like my life has no direction.

A while after her death, I joined a dating app and started talking to a guy. We never met in person, but we lived in the same area and had mutual connections. We talked almost every day for about three months. He usually initiated conversations, asked about my day, shared personal things about his life, and made me feel important.

At a time when I was grieving and emotionally vulnerable, I became attached to him. Talking to him felt comforting. It felt like something inside me was slowly healing. For the first time in a long time, I felt special, wanted, and cared for.

Eventually, we exchanged Instagram IDs, and that's when things changed. His effort dropped significantly. He still watched my stories, liked them, occasionally tagged me in posts, and sometimes mentioned me in stories, but conversations became dry. Whenever I tried to continue talking, I'd often get a simple 🙂 emoji or just a like.

His behavior left me with so many questions. Did he lose interest? Did he meet someone else? Was there something wrong with me? Was I not attractive enough?

I know he never made me any promises, and I know dating apps are designed for people to talk to multiple matches. I even bought a subscription and saw that he was interacting with many other women. I don't blame him for that. He had every right to do so because we were never in a relationship.

The problem is that I became deeply attached.

For over a month now, I've been stuck in a cycle of thinking about him constantly. Sometimes the thoughts become overwhelming. My heart starts racing, my chest feels tight, and it feels difficult to breathe. My hands and legs shake. The pain feels unbearable at times.

I find myself imagining him falling in love with someone else, holding another woman's hand, marrying someone else, sharing his life with someone else. When those thoughts hit, I cry so hard that I feel physically exhausted.

What hurts the most is not even rejection. It's not knowing. If he wasn't interested, I wish he had just told me directly instead of slowly fading away. At least then I could have accepted it and started moving on.

Sometimes I ask myself, does he ever think about me the way I think about him? Even one percent? Even for a few seconds? I guess the answer is no. While I'm struggling to breathe, my heart races, my hands shake, and I cry over someone who probably hasn't thought about me in weeks. That's the hardest part to accept.

Part of me wonders why he never unmatched me. Another part wonders if I'm just an option he'll keep around until something better comes along.

Deep down, I know that if someone truly wants to be in your life, they make an effort. They don't leave you confused for weeks wondering where you stand.

So I've decided to unfriend, unfollow, and unmatch him. Not because I hate him, but because holding on is hurting me more than letting go.

I'm grieving my mother, grieving the connection I thought I had with this man, and trying to learn how to stop looking for my worth in whether someone chooses me.

Has anyone else become attached to someone during a period of grief and struggled to let go? Did you experience physical symptoms like chest pain, shaking, or anxiety because of it? How did you move forward?

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I'm a 31-year-old woman, and I've struggled with low self-esteem for most of my life.

Growing up, people constantly commented on my appearance. Family members, friends, and even strangers made me feel unattractive. Over time, I started believing that nobody would ever truly choose me.

The one person who always supported me was my mom. She knew how much those comments hurt me and always tried to build my confidence. A few months ago, I lost her, and losing her has been the most devastating thing I've ever experienced. She was my safe place. Whenever something went wrong, she was the person I turned to. Since she's been gone, I've felt lost, alone, and like my life has no direction.

A while after her death, I joined a dating app and started talking to a guy. We never met in person, but we lived in the same area and had mutual connections. We talked almost every day for about three months. He usually initiated conversations, asked about my day, shared personal things about his life, and made me feel important.

At a time when I was grieving and emotionally vulnerable, I became attached to him. Talking to him felt comforting. It felt like something inside me was slowly healing. For the first time in a long time, I felt special, wanted, and cared for.

Eventually, we exchanged Instagram IDs, and that's when things changed. His effort dropped significantly. He still watched my stories, liked them, occasionally tagged me in posts, and sometimes mentioned me in stories, but conversations became dry. Whenever I tried to continue talking, I'd often get a simple 🙂 emoji or just a like.

His behavior left me with so many questions. Did he lose interest? Did he meet someone else? Was there something wrong with me? Was I not attractive enough?

I know he never made me any promises, and I know dating apps are designed for people to talk to multiple matches. I even bought a subscription and saw that he was interacting with many other women. I don't blame him for that. He had every right to do so because we were never in a relationship.

The problem is that I became deeply attached.

For over a month now, I've been stuck in a cycle of thinking about him constantly. Sometimes the thoughts become overwhelming. My heart starts racing, my chest feels tight, and it feels difficult to breathe. My hands and legs shake. The pain feels unbearable at times.

I find myself imagining him falling in love with someone else, holding another woman's hand, marrying someone else, sharing his life with someone else. When those thoughts hit, I cry so hard that I feel physically exhausted.

What hurts the most is not even rejection. It's not knowing. If he wasn't interested, I wish he had just told me directly instead of slowly fading away. At least then I could have accepted it and started moving on.

Sometimes I ask myself, does he ever think about me the way I think about him? Even one percent? Even for a few seconds? I guess the answer is no. While I'm struggling to breathe, my heart races, my hands shake, and I cry over someone who probably hasn't thought about me in weeks. That's the hardest part to accept.

Part of me wonders why he never unmatched me. Another part wonders if I'm just an option he'll keep around until something better comes along.

Deep down, I know that if someone truly wants to be in your life, they make an effort. They don't leave you confused for weeks wondering where you stand.

So I've decided to unfriend, unfollow, and unmatch him. Not because I hate him, but because holding on is hurting me more than letting go.

I'm grieving my mother, grieving the connection I thought I had with this man, and trying to learn how to stop looking for my worth in whether someone chooses me.

Has anyone else become attached to someone during a period of grief and struggled to let go? Did you experience physical symptoms like chest pain, shaking, or anxiety because of it? How did you move forward?

Growing up, people constantly told me to my face that I was ugly. They made fun of my appearance, both at school and within my own family. The only person who ever told me I looked good was my mother. She always told me not to listen to other people's opinions.

My childhood was quite traumatic. I never really had a happy childhood. As I grew older, my mother became ill, and some of my family members started treating me badly. They tried to control me and expected me to do whatever they said. If I didn't obey them, I was suddenly labeled a "bad girl" and they would become angry for no reason.

They constantly pressured me to get married. They wanted me to marry anyone without even doing basic background checks. What they were really saying was: "You're ugly, so if someone is willing to marry you, consider yourself lucky. It doesn't matter what kind of person he is just adjust and accept it." They made me feel like I had no right to say no. Whenever I refused, they would tell me, "Just look at yourself."

At that time, I didn't get married because somehow my mother managed to protect me from that pressure. A few years later, my mother passed away. After that, some family members tried even harder to force me into marriage.

I refused. Instead, I continued my education and completed my post-graduation. Rather than being proud of me, they said that I had fooled my mother by studying so much. They even claimed that my mother had not raised me properly.

Even today, those words stay with me. Sometimes I wonder how different my life would have been if I had grown up in a family that supported me instead of constantly tearing me down.

Growing up, people constantly told me to my face that I was ugly. They made fun of my appearance, both at school and within my own family. The only person who ever told me I looked good was my mother. She always told me not to listen to other people's opinions.

My childhood was quite traumatic. I never really had a happy childhood. As I grew older, my mother became ill, and some of my family members started treating me badly. They tried to control me and expected me to do whatever they said. If I didn't obey them, I was suddenly labeled a "bad girl" and they would become angry for no reason.

They constantly pressured me to get married. They wanted me to marry anyone without even doing basic background checks. What they were really saying was: "You're ugly, so if someone is willing to marry you, consider yourself lucky. It doesn't matter what kind of person he is just adjust and accept it." They made me feel like I had no right to say no. Whenever I refused, they would tell me, "Just look at yourself."

At that time, I didn't get married because somehow my mother managed to protect me from that pressure. A few years later, my mother passed away. After that, some family members tried even harder to force me into marriage.

I refused. Instead, I continued my education and completed my post-graduation. Rather than being proud of me, they said that I had fooled my mother by studying so much. They even claimed that my mother had not raised me properly.

Even today, those words stay with me. Sometimes I wonder how different my life would have been if I had grown up in a family that supported me instead of constantly tearing me down.

Tomorrow is my first day at a job, and honestly I don’t know what I’m feeling anymore.

I’ve never worked anywhere before, so everything feels new and scary.

I recently lost my mom, and she always wanted to see me get a job and achieve my dreams. I keep thinking about her tonight. Part of me wishes I could tell her that I’m finally taking this step.

I’m nervous about everything how to start, what to say, whether I’ll do things wrong, if I’ll fit in, or even make friends. My mind keeps overthinking every little thing.

But somewhere inside, I also feel like I should try for myself and for her.

I don’t really know why I’m posting this. Maybe I just needed to say it out loud before tomorrow.

If anyone has advice for surviving a first day at work, I’d really appreciate it.

Tomorrow is my first day at a job, and honestly I don’t know what I’m feeling anymore.

I’ve never worked anywhere before, so everything feels new and scary.

I recently lost my mom, and she always wanted to see me get a job and achieve my dreams. I keep thinking about her tonight. Part of me wishes I could tell her that I’m finally taking this step.

I’m nervous about everything how to start, what to say, whether I’ll do things wrong, if I’ll fit in, or even make friends. My mind keeps overthinking every little thing.

But somewhere inside, I also feel like I should try for myself and for her.

I don’t really know why I’m posting this. Maybe I just needed to say it out loud before tomorrow.

If anyone has advice for surviving a first day at work, I’d really appreciate it.

Tomorrow is my first day at a job, and honestly I don’t know what I’m feeling anymore.

I’ve never worked anywhere before, so everything feels new and scary.

I recently lost my mom, and she always wanted to see me get a job and achieve my dreams. I keep thinking about her tonight. Part of me wishes I could tell her that I’m finally taking this step.

I’m nervous about everything how to start, what to say, whether I’ll do things wrong, if I’ll fit in, or even make friends. My mind keeps overthinking every little thing.

But somewhere inside, I also feel like I should try for myself and for her.

I don’t really know why I’m posting this. Maybe I just needed to say it out loud before tomorrow.

If anyone has advice for surviving a first day at work, I’d really appreciate it.

Tomorrow is my first day at a job, and honestly I don’t know what I’m feeling anymore.

I’ve never worked anywhere before, so everything feels new and scary.

I recently lost my mom, and she always wanted to see me get a job and achieve my dreams. I keep thinking about her tonight. Part of me wishes I could tell her that I’m finally taking this step.

I’m nervous about everything how to start, what to say, whether I’ll do things wrong, if I’ll fit in, or even make friends. My mind keeps overthinking every little thing.

But somewhere inside, I also feel like I should try for myself and for her.

I don’t really know why I’m posting this. Maybe I just needed to say it out loud before tomorrow.

If anyone has advice for surviving a first day at work, I’d really appreciate it.