r/KindVoice

because my life is falling apart and i have no one who would talk to me or understand me

I’m hurt. You cut things off with me, without saying bye or why. I have to just sit with the feeling of losing something that woke up my spirit. I got some good advice, realising the love you woke up in me came from me not you - and I’m going to try continue living life in love not hardness. I’m just confused. And this has hit me deeper than I realised, deeper than I cared to admit. I have nothing to apologise or say sorry for this time. I’m just letting you know it hurt me, and I valued you in my life for a moment. I guess the beauty in it is you helped me feel again. I’m not sure if that’s a good thing, because now I feel sad… but nevertheless I’m not as numb, I feel something. This might of all been a joke to you, but thanks anyway for waking up something so pure in me. It hurts to feel even if it’s an old fire 🔥 in my heart, it hurts to be able to feel again with no where to place it.

Take care, I honestly don’t understand. Your last message to me was beautiful. I’m confused, but I’ll be okay.

Maybe I’ll message this thread every time I want to get something off my chest, cos I know you’ll see it somehow, some way. Maybe I won’t. I reach out because my heart desires real connection, human interaction.

You take care now… you always said you valued communicating feelings but you fell short there at the last hurdle. I appreciate some things don’t require communication, but I don’t know what’s changed your mind so quickly.

Take care.

I value connection, intellectual conversation… if anyone has any healing words, I like responding to the comments. Thanks guys. If I don’t respond it’s because I have no words but I appreciate every kind word said.

Im trying to heal the child within.

Hey… I’m having a really hard time calming my mind right now and I can’t seem to sleep. If anyone’s awake, could you talk with me for a little while? Even just random chatting or distraction would really help. I just don’t want to be alone in my head right now.

Nobody gives a shit about me

Im feeling a bit lonely and would like to vent or have a kind conversation

Parents are being dismissive. 35 year old female who needs support over health issues. I feel this is my last resort for just a kind voice during this tough time. Help please.

It seems like the world is against me. My cries for help go unheard. I don’t understand how this is allowed to happen to me. I didn’t have a good life. I don’t have a life at all. Abused, forced to live under inhumane conditions. I just want freedom and dignity and to have my needs met. I live in fear. In an abusive environment in fight or flight. I can’t build a life of my own because I don’t have the means. I need help to get out of my situation. I have written and contacted multiple human rights organisations, the UNHCR, I have filed a complaint to the UN. But I never even received a reply. Even though I beg to be seen and heard and for a reply. I am not even acknowledged. Why do people pretend to care about other people and human rights. When they don’t. They treat me and my suffering as invisible, they pretend I don’t exist.

I don’t know if I can win. I know I deserve to. I can’t do it on my own. And there is no help.

My resources and what I can do are limited. Especially in this place and with everything I deal with. I am trying my best. I have been a victim of many injustices, and all the cards are stacked against me. Everything systemic and many other things as well working against me. It’s not a matter of “picking myself up from the bootstraps”. I am sorry if I am never able to live up to my potential, and build a good life for myself. An authentic life, that reflects me. A home.
If I am never able to have my needs met and find safety and security and able to live with dignity and have quality of life. I have been through so much pain and abuse and continue to face it daily. Just keeping on is hard. And I am doing what I can. I don’t want my story to be a tragedy. I want to overcome everything and have my happy ending.

It's been a rough week. People just keep disappointing me constantly when I needed some support the most. I do have one support figure, who is my mom, but as most of you probably know, it's not a really healthy dynamic.

For the broader context, I started a company about a year ago. Could not hold a job after losing a good one because of the really toxic atmosphere. I was naive when starting the company, thinking that I stumbled upon something cool that I could provide for the market. It was in my field and in line with my skill set. Turns out, being self-employed and not having any networks, my day-to-day duties are to find clients.

You can imagine how hard it is when your whole self-value is based on how you are perceived. And, to say at least, ppl are not interested in my product at all. During the last year, I've managed to sell it to six ppl, while going door to door and sending thousands of emails and messages online.

This month, I have some big yearly payments because of self-employment. Obviously, I can't meet it - I have no income, living with my parents and all that loser stuff. I had a potential client that I was talking to for months now, and he just told me he is not interested anymore.

But I am fighting, you know? I've been applying for some freelance stuff. I had this convo on Fiverr and got a task to do. It was a really cool opportunity, so I did my best, and honestly, I was proud of the result. I did more than they asked me and, in my opinion, it was some quality stuff. It's been three days now since I sent it, with no reply.

I also have a friend living nearby. She and her mom own a very successful restaurant here. We were talking about me providing some value to her place for weeks now. To the point when I offered her to do it literally for free, because I thought this place would look good in my portfolio. She's not interested even now. I won't beg, I'm just shooked and disappointed.

AND ON TOP OF ALL THAT. I've decided to give therapy another chance. It's always a struggle since it's so expensive and hard to find a good one. But I thought I did - he's a scholar and has all the certificates and stuff. So I signed in for Wednesday (today), really looking forward to talking to someone about all that, to get some understanding of my situation. I do not have any social circles; I mostly just talk with mom.

They asked me to fill out the form before therapy; it was like an hour-long questionnaire where I was honest to the bone about my struggle and need for urgent help. I've been reading "I hate you, don't leave me" for the past few days to be better prepared for the conversation. Looking forward to this meeting has helped me survive the past few days. And 2 hours before the time of the meeting, I got a call - not even from the doctor himself - telling me he got sick and he cannot meet me for an ONLINE session.

No wonder I am addicted to the screen and parasocial relationships, since I could not find any compassion irl. I just feel so directionless right now. I was getting somewhat optimistic and productive, and after getting that call, everything collapsed.

Thank you if you read all that, and if you wanna reach out and just talk for a while, I would love that. Getting BPD recognised was actually a big relief, suddenly having the knowledge to name many of my day-to-day actions, not just feeling like a piece of shit lazy loser.

Anyone struggling, I get you, men. Stay strong.

I’ve been seeing my six year old through chemo since November and it’s been really hitting me this week. It’s a heavy topic and can feel very isolating, but just having someone who’d listen and be kind would help me so much. Just discovered this sub but it seems like such a wonderful idea. Anyone interested in being a kind voice for me?

so i (13f) recently changed schools, and in my new school there is a guy who likes me. My bestf (13f) is in my previous school so i sent her a voicenote on insta, maybe she replied afterwards and my mum listened to the voicenote, ever since that day, she has constantly been taunting me on my voicenote, and see, the thing is, if she referred to it in private rather than in front of my elder sister(18f) who calls me "unlovable" and "unfuckable". but she does taunt me in front of my sis, which led my sister to continue on with insisting that im unlovable and no guy would ever like me.

Today, i asked my sis if she had done an MUN before, she replied no, and said that her friends would always be like i found such a hot guy and shi, and i said not my fault your friends were like that and my mum said no no your friends are also like that and she reiterated the voicenote. Afterwards, me and my sister were talking and then me and my mom had an argument i which i said that she never fails to make me feel inferior whether it be about school, sports, looks or even about me being skinny. and she told me that i have no right to be respected bcus she is the one who feeds me and carried me in her womb and that if i want respect from her i should start cleaning my own clothes, cooking my own food etc. etc. if i want her to respect me... i really am so tired from these constant taunts that are only meant for belittling every little aspect of my life... the constant pressure at school to keep up and the fact that no friends of mine would understand this is worse...

I had friends once, but I pushed a lot of people away during a period where I was angry, emotionally unstable and overwhelmed. I changed a lot since then, but sometimes it feels like the damage is already done and everyone else moved on while I’m stuck grieving a version of my life that no longer exists.

I keep seeing people talk about their unforgettable teenage years, their friend groups, parties, relationships, memories, and I feel like I missed something fundamental. Like everyone else got a “coming of age” experience except me.

The weird thing is that my life wasn’t empty. I make art, I study animation, I’ve worked on projects I’m genuinely proud of, and I’ve grown a lot as a person. But emotionally I still feel behind. Like I spent so much time surviving my own mind that I forgot to actually live.

I don’t even know if I’m looking for advice. I think I just want to know if anyone else reached their mid-20s feeling this kind of grief and loneliness. Like mourning memories you never got to have.

i’ll get straight to it, I have this deep sense of hopelessness and I always feel burned out. Recently, I just lost my car and it’s making things so much more difficult. I’ve gone through this multiple times and it just gets more soul crushing every single time. I don’t have family who I can talk to who will give me any advice other than to pray. ( im not christian like them so they dont understand ) I have a few friends, but they aren’t available as much as I’d like them to be. I have sort of a girlfriend relationship going on, but I hate to burden her with my awful thoughts. I can’t afford a therapist, I just need someone who is slightly emotionally intelligent. Because I feel as though I am completely ignorant in my emotions. As long as you’re willing to listen, I’d love to call maybe once or twice a month. I’m just really struggling and I need someone who can give me real advice.

I keep seeing a repeated pattern in my life where even small requests even to those who are supposed to be close to me, including (former) boyfriends and parents, say, for time or effort, get balked at or denied. (Don’t want to get into the dirty details here.) Can someone please reassure me that I’m not too much for asking, that I’m valuable enough and that my requests are valid enough not to receive these kinds of responses?

I saw a reel once where someone said:

“People who have no friends usually have a reason. There’s probably something wrong with them.”

At first, I ignored it.

But lately, I can’t stop thinking about it.

Since 7th grade, I only had two close friends. And honestly, our group was pretty popular in school. People knew us. People talked to us. It’s not like I was invisible or incapable of making friends.

I just never felt the need to let other people into my space.

I genuinely believed the three of us would always stay together, so I never really tried building deep friendships with anyone else. I thought I already had my people.

Then class 11th happened.

In class 11th, I experienced my first relationship breakup and my first friendship breakup at the same time.

I got betrayed by love for the first time.

And when I needed my friend the most, she abandoned me too.

I had gotten into a relationship in 10th grade, and when we broke up in 11th, it was messy. That’s when everything started changing.

One of my closest friends stayed friends with my ex after the breakup. I told her it hurt me. I explained that things between me and him ended badly and I wasn’t comfortable with them staying close.

But she said:

“He never did anything wrong to me.”

“We’re just friends.”

Eventually, I cut her off.

Later, I found out they started dating.

And I don’t think people understand what that kind of pain does to someone.

Losing a relationship hurts.

But losing your best friend during that same heartbreak changes something inside you.

It felt like I lost two people at once.

The person I loved.

And the person I thought would stay beside me while I healed.

After that, me and my other friend became even closer because now it felt like we only had each other left. And honestly? I thought that was enough. I didn’t need a hundred friends. I just needed one person who would stay loyal.

But then she betrayed me too.

The whole story about that is already on my Reddit page if anyone wants the full context.

And I think that’s the part nobody understands.

People say:

“If someone has no friends, there must be something wrong with them.”

But what if the reason someone has nobody left is because the few people they trusted broke them enough to stop opening up to others?

I never really let people into my life.

Not because I hated people.

Not because I thought I was better than anyone.

I just thought I already had genuine friendships.

So I never searched for more.

And now the same people I trusted the most are the reason I have nobody left.

That’s what hurts.

Not the loneliness itself.

But realizing the people you built your entire comfort around didn’t even think twice before doing things that would destroy you emotionally.

So tell me honestly—

Am I really wrong for expecting loyalty from the people I considered my best friends?

Should I have just accepted everything quietly and stayed?

Or do people nowadays simply not value friendships the same way anymore?

Because at this point, I genuinely don’t know if I’m too emotional, too attached, or just surrounded by the wrong people.

I haven’t talked to my first best friend in almost three years now, and somehow I learned how to live with that loss. But I think the only reason I could move on back then was because I still had someone beside me. I still had my other best friend, so even after losing one person, I never truly felt alone.

But now it’s been months since I’ve talked to her too, and this time the silence feels heavier.

It’s not like I have absolutely nobody. I do have people I can talk to. But there’s a difference between talking to people and feeling understood by someone who actually knows how much a person meant

Sometimes I turn my pain into anger and say harsh things about her, because being angry feels easier than accepting that I still grieve someone who hurt me.

But the real grief behind it — the attachment, the comfort, the emotional dependence, the emptiness she left in my life — I never truly talk about that part with anyone.

Because I don’t think anyone around me fully understands what she was to me.

And maybe that’s why this friendship breakup hurts differently from the first one. Back then, I lost a person. This time, it feels like I lost the last place where I felt emotionally safe.

And I think that’s the part nobody understands.

I really want honest opinions.

I have major depression and am so sick of feeling this way. I’m sick of trying new medications only to wind up feeling the same. I’m upset that TMS treatment didn’t help.

I haven’t made a new friend since I left college over a decade ago. Instead I just hid inside of relationships. Now I’m 34 and worried that it’s too late, or that I’ll never work up the courage to even try.

This time last year it seemed like I was reconnecting with someone who I see as the love of my life, but it just didn’t work out. A month ago I made the mistake of texting her repeatedly and wound up being blocked. It feels devastating because even when we were apart we were still on good terms.

I’m sick of going on first dates that never go anywhere. I feel like whatever part of me was charming or funny or attractive just died with that relationship.

I feel so jealous and resentful when i see couples together, and then i just feel worse about myself for feeling that way.

I’m scared that one day I’m going to end my own life. Being this alone is unbearably painful, and it just keeps feeling worse

I am struggling and some of it is my fault and some of it not but I need someone to talk to because I feel like I am almost at my wits end. 😞

I’m 18 and work fast food. Today I got overwhelmed during an order because I forgot how to fold a wrap properly, and instead of asking for help I awkwardly walked away because I panicked. My coworker got upset and later during closing we kept clashing over little things like trash/sweeping order and she said I was being uncooperative and not taking criticism well.
The thing is, I KNOW I handled parts of it badly. I apologized to the customer and I plan on apologizing to my coworker too. But now I can’t stop replaying everything in my head and feeling like I’m secretly a bad person or terrible worker.
I take criticism really personally and when I feel embarrassed I either shut down or get defensive. I’m trying to work on it but tonight made me feel awful. I genuinely care about being kind and doing the right thing, which is why I think I spiral so much after mistakes.
Has anyone else dealt with this kind of shame/anxiety after work mistakes? How do you stop replaying it forever in your head?

So… I need to get this off my chest.

We were never officially together, but it felt real. Like, really real. The kind where you talk every day, you build routines, and it just feels like it’s heading somewhere. Ever since Valentine’s Day, I kept thinking, “maybe today’s the day he’ll finally ask me out.” And every day… he didn’t.

My friends kept telling me to leave. Saying things like “he’s not good for you” or “why are you waiting around for him?” But the thing is—they didn’t see him the way I did. I believed in him. I thought it would turn into something real eventually.

Then one Monday night—March 9th at 10:30—he ended it. Yeah, I remember the exact time. I was already having a rough night, and then that text came in. I genuinely thought it couldn’t be real. I even pinched myself, like maybe I was dreaming or something. But nope… that was it.

And sometimes it still doesn’t feel real. Like maybe I’ll wake up and things will go back to normal. Like he’ll be there again, waiting for me so we can walk to school together.

I still haven’t deleted our photos. Every once in a while I go back and look at them, and it just hits me all over again. And seeing him at school? That doesn’t help either. Because somehow… I still like him. It’s been months, and I’m still not over it.

I know that probably sounds pathetic. But he meant a lot to me. He really did.

I miss the little things the most—late night talks, having someone say goodnight every day, waking up and checking my phone hoping there’d be a message from him (yeah… I still do that). And honestly? Even after everything, part of me would still take him back. I know how that sounds, but it’s the truth.

Sometimes I wonder if he misses me too. Or if he’s already moved on and I’m just stuck here holding onto something that’s already gone.

I still have the pink bracelet he gave me. And I even catch myself wondering if he still has my hair tie.

Idk I just needed to say this somewhere. I probably won’t send it to him… but yeah.

I miss him. A lot.

I had to get over to the drive-able Target (which meant catching an Uber) in order to buy more toilet paper which there’s zero of in my apartment. I put off going straight there and filled my cart with a bunch of groceries instead to make it look less obvious.

But finally after wandering around the pharmacy section for a while and not finding any, I got the nerve to ask the woman who was at the desk of the pharmacy area (if that makes sense) if she knew where they were. Which apparently she didn’t but she told me I should ask someone who has a red shirt.

That said, I was upset that my working up that nerve wasn’t even worth it so I found my way to the checkout instead. And now I’m waiting for a ride back with my apparently $113 worth of heavy groceries so I can put them away and then go back out to the CVS that’s in walking distance which probably would have made more sense in the first place.

Implications of suicide

So I have this friend who is pretty much the only person I vent to and feel truly safe around. I'm literally too attached to this person, like I would die if they didn't want to be friends with me anymore. I think about her all the time she even haunts me in my dreams sometimes she is the best person Everything was fine until she started relapsing and I'm scared. I'm scared that she might be gone and idk what to do. Every time she vents on the gc I get so scared bc if she goes I go and I just want security and I can't find it anymore. Back when we first became friends she would hang out with me every day all the time and it was just us against the world and I was happy. Now she became friends with some other people which I, after a long period of hating them due to feeling like she liked them more than me and ruining our beautiful time soent together, became friends with too. Despite that at times I still hate them and wish it was just us. I would give them up for her. And its so annoying because ever since then it has started to feel like she cares less and less even though she says she doesn't. Like every conversation every word used to be meaningful but now it feels like nothing happens now woth all these people. She also seems likes she's more distant now and I cant handle this. Seeing her sad makes me sad. I miss her all the time I miss her ever when she's there. But it is clear she doesn't care as much about me as I do for her and thinking about that fact makes me hate her. She doesn't seem like its such a big deal when we cant see each other. Whenever I'm sick I'm sad that I don't see her but she says its no big deal but it is it feels like we barely see each other anyways so we can't see each other even less. Lately she seems less interested in the friendship. We barely text and we don't even text for hours like we used too and it makes me angry but also I cant be angry at her she's too perfect. Sometimes I think such selfish things and I get so mad for no reason bc she's going through stuff or bc she's having fun with others and I hide it but its killing me on the inside. I feel so selfish for these thoughts but I just want us to be together forever (in a very platonic manner). I cry over these thoughts and she probably doesn't care. She doesn't care about me like she used to. I used to be the most important, or so I think I was, but now I'm not but she still is mine and that hurts. She knows how i get paranoid but she sometimes does things that trigger that and i cant tell her in fear it'll drive her away and she's the only person I vent to and I cant vent to anyone abt this but she does know that my attachment is unhealthy but doesn't really do anything about it and just treats me like a normal person despite everything. Once I confronted her bc I was in deep delusions that she hated me and it seemed to rly upset her so I cant do that again bc if she's sad im sad and I just feel guilty and selfish for these emotions.