Throwaway account because I don’t know if my mom is on Reddit. I’m 15, female. Let me preface this by saying that I am a good kid. I don’t do drugs, I keep a small circle of friends, I get good grades, I did a college course over the summer just so I could get a better job, I’ve never gotten detention.

For the past couple of months, my mom has been convinced that I’m “doing something” or that “something is going on with me,” when I’ve asked her to clarify what she means by that, she’s been really vague and the closest I’ve gotten to an answer is that she thought I was being groomed online (I’m not, I don’t talk to people online.) she brings this up every time that I do something slightly out of the ordinary for me, such as if I don’t do the dishes a couple days in a row, if I don’t take the trash out right away when it’s full, if I forget about an appointment, forget to do a task she gave me, or anything of that sort. Tonight, she sent me an angry text while I was in my room working on a craft because I didn’t do the approximately 5 dishes in the sink and I didn’t take out the trash, which I will admit, was full and I should’ve taken it out earlier. I came down to do the dishes and take out the trash and we got into an argument where she communicated that she felt disrespected by my behaviour and she felt like she was being used because she works very hard to provide for me and I “don’t give a shit,” in her words. She kept asking me over and over what I was doing and what is going on with me and I replied that I didn’t know because I don’t, I’m not doing anything, and she said that she “didn’t want to hear ‘I don’t know.’” I asked her what I can do to prove to her that I’m not doing anything, and she said that I can prove it by “showing up.”

In my opinion, my behaviour hasn’t changed very much or at all recently, I guess during summer I may have become a bit more lenient in regards to my household tasks, but I don’t think I’ve had some massive change indicative of some crisis in my life.

I feel really unappreciated after what happened tonight as I feel like it’s a good problem to have that the only thing you can get mad at your kid about is not doing the dishes when I know there are kids my age doing a lot worse stuff.

What can I do, other than trying to be more attentive to household tasks, to convince my mother that I’m not “doing anything”?

I don’t know if saying this does anything but PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEEEEE do not post this on any TikTok accounts or anything like that which read out the Reddit post, I don’t want my mom to see this.

edit: GUYS PLEASE SOMEONE GIVE ME ADVICEEEEEEE. SHE JUST TEXTED THAT SHE WANTS TO TALK TOMORROW

I am fully aware that at some point in my life I will die, but for over a month now, that idea has been tormenting me. Every time I get in the shower or think about the future, I just ask myself, "Why am I doing this if I'm going to die?" I already know it makes no sense to question it because no matter what I do, I will end up dying anyway, but I simply cannot get the idea out of my head. While everyone else is living their normal lives, I cannot stop thinking about it. I am 17 years old and I think I have anticipatory anxiety; before, I used to always think about the future, wondering what would happen next week, next month, next year, when I turned 30, until it reached a point where I stopped focusing on almost anything in my life, and I started thinking, "What about when I die?" I get FOMO about missing out on everything that will happen afterward, I don’t want to die. Plus, my mother is Christian and sometimes talks about hell and those things, and I get into a conflict because, if there were nothing, that feeling of emptiness is horrible when trying to visualize something you simply cannot imagine. People tell me "it's like before you were born"—I don't want to feel that because it is simply NOT feeling anything, and honestly, it brings me anything but peace. Some say "when you're older you'll understand, you'll be tired of everything and you'll just want to rest"—that doesn't help me either because right now I want to live forever, even though that is, first of all, impossible, and if it were possible, at some point our planet will go extinct, so if I lived forever I would be left stranded in space. And it's all piece of shit because I want to exercise and I think, "What for, if I'm going to die?" Obviously, I do it anyway because right now I'm alive and I try to focus on the now, but I feel like a hypocrite or selfish because I see a very elderly person making plans and in my mind I say, "It's incredible that they do those things knowing they are going to die," which I have no right to think because if those people love and value their life, that's completely perfect, because I am the stupid one who worries about those things and I don't know what to do. I try to imagine myself at 20 or 30 years old and I would feel old or simply that I have less lifespan left; I know that maybe I have a long time left before I die, although every day there is the possibility that something happens and I die without even realizing it. Because when someone dies, they never know the exact moment they died, because they are already dead. Meaning, tomorrow I could walk out of my house and get hit by a car, next week I could find out I have cancer, tonight I could not wake up and not even find out that I died, everything shuts off and I wouldn't suffer. If I look at it that way, it's like it's completely unnecessary to worry about dying because when I do, I won't find out, everything will shut off and I won't be able to feel anything. It is exactly that which frustrates me. I am a very vivid person who likes to feel everything, feel life, love deeply and whatever you want, so imagining myself in a plane where there is literally nothing, not even black, nothing, is simply suffocating.

So I work in a warehouse, great job, fantastic pay, 3 days only. Love it. What i didn't love was the lack of safety and teamwork.

We work with very dangerous equipment, one wrong move, and you're 100% dead. When I started working here 5 months ago, my first thought was, "The training sucks." they didn't explain much, and everyone knew I had to kind of wing it and figure it out. None of the experienced staff wanted to tl help out the new guys because they feared they would be replaced.

I've posted on here a few times about how many dangerous situations I've been in.

Last week, I was asked to change role, I went from loading the machine with new materials using a cart. To have to use an overhead crane to move material around. Absolutely NOBODY wanted to give me proper training for the crane that I had never used. So I had to figure it out, I asked fpr help and was told to just use my head. I was so mad I nearly walked out, but it was my last day before I was off, so I pushed through it.

That Monday, I went to the HR office and went on a huge rant to them, I also had them review footage as proof of everything. I was with them for nearly 2hours

Today, I had a coworker call me, and they asked me to be careful the next few days because they're holding meetings and letting lots of people go. At least 5 people have been fired, and i can't help but feel super guilty that im the reason so many jobs got lost. I was so guilty I was debating calling in tomorrow just to avoid having to look at anyone

I just wanted to see if there’s any different advice on how I can continue like this or fix it on Reddit compared to the average dry person? I’m mentioning something specific that just happened because it made me go from 50 to 0 really fast.

Basically my entire life I’ve never had a single stable connection with ANYONE and now when I talk to people and start to get close my mind will give me massive episodes and headaches that I can’t sleep through. I have 0 close friends and recently I had an online friend which I already don’t like but my best friend of 2 years just decided to stop talking to everyone including me with no explanations so I didn’t really care anymore.

It was a few months in and they deleted their whole account, right as I got a little attached and my mind was doing it again. There was no problem and they made it seem like they were going to keep talking to me until at least when school starts, then I’d have lunchbox friends to me to make me feel better but it’s so much earlier than I planned. I knew we weren’t gonna talk for over or even just a year because of how it was but this was really early, there were no disinterests or problems, and they were just referring to future chats so it just makes 0 sense. Also just like to mention they knew I had recently been in the hospital for an attempt so that just makes me feel worse that they pretended to care cuz clearly they didn’t.

Am I selfish for choosing to go with my mom after so many years?
For context, my dad, my brother, and I left my mom six years ago when I was still a kid. I never got to choose who I wanted to go with. My dad made that decision for us and took us with him. My mom always tried to contact my brother and me, but my brother didn’t want to talk to her. I did want to talk to her, but I was simply too scared because I knew how my dad would react.
My mom and dad did not end their relationship on good terms. When they were together, they would always argue in front of me and my siblings. One day, my dad decided to pack my brothers’ and my things and leave my mom and my three other siblings behind. I was a kid, so I didn’t really have a say in any of it.
Recently, my mom followed me on TikTok. For the first time, I felt like I was old enough to decide for myself whether I wanted to talk to her or not. I chose to talk to her. After six years, I finally got to see my mom again, and I was so happy. I stayed at her house for a couple of days without my dad knowing, and honestly, that was the happiest I’ve been in a while.
At my mom’s house, it feels like a true family. They have amazing Christmases, amazing birthdays, and they all gather together and watch movies. Everyone spends time together, and I got to experience the kind of family environment I had been missing for years.
Here with my dad, it’s the complete opposite. We live with my aunts, but I barely talk to them. I haven’t really celebrated my birthday since we left. No one makes a big deal about my birthday, tells me happy birthday, or throws me a party. My aunts invite my cousin and her husband over for Christmas, but I can never go downstairs because my dad doesn’t let me. He’s usually in his room, and I’m also not close with my aunts, so I just stay in my room.
I feel like I don’t really talk to anyone except my dad. I’m in my room alone all day. Since my brother moved out, I don’t really have anyone. I’m not close with him either because he’s mean to me, so I feel like I’ve been alone for a long time.
Yesterday, I finally told my dad that I had been talking to my mom. He reacted really badly. He called me a bunch of names and got extremely angry. Later, he calmed down, but then he started making me feel like I had to choose between him and my mom all over again. He was trying to manipulate me and even went as far as saying that if I left, something bad would happen to him.
He called my brother over, and the two of them started saying things about my mom that I don’t believe are true. My brother was calling me trash and saying a bunch of hurtful things. Both my brother and my dad kept telling me that I’m a different person since I started talking to my mom. They also said that my mom is going to make me her maid if I move in with her.
But I don’t believe that. My mom has already shown me so much love. In the short time I’ve been able to reconnect with her, she has given me a kind of love and connection that I feel like I’ve been missing for the past six years. She has even told me that she would never stop me from talking to my dad. She wants me to go with her, and honestly, I want to go with her too.
I don’t want to hurt my dad, and I don’t want to feel like I’m betraying him. But I also don’t want to spend my life feeling like I have to choose between my parents. I didn’t choose to leave my mom six years ago. I was a child, and that decision was made for me.
Now I’m older, and for the first time, I feel like I have a choice in what kind of relationship I want with my mom.
So am I selfish for wanting to go with my mom? Am I making the wrong choice, or am I finally making a choice for myself?

*for context, i am 23 years old and my partner is 22 years old, we have been together since i was 17. In the beginning of our relationship, everything was great. we had our bumps but every relationship does so we both continued on with making our relationship work. fast forward a couple years, we were living together and i kept finding things on his phone. him searching up someone that he used to date, SOOO much 🌽, only🪭’s website, having a whole account created on it as well, random emails from bots i think? idek at this point to be honest, from random women saying they wants to meet up or just super sexual talk, he never replied to any of them though. when confronted about all of the above, he lied to me every single time, even though i knew the truth. we end up arguing, i end up crying myself to sleep, i forgive him, cycle repeats.

he has made it super clear to me all throughout our relationship that he doesn’t want me to work and he wants to provide. even after me applying for jobs, it starts an argument between us. so i stopped applying and let him supply for me, literally everything.

fast forward 1 year later, I got pregnant & i was still finding things on his phone, and he would continue to lie about it. Even freshly post partum, it would be the same exact things, find it on his phone and he lies, I’d cry my heart out to him and beg him to stop & he’d flip it on me and calls me crazy and insecure and controlling and tell me things like " if i wanted to do things like that, I’d be single, I wouldn’t be with you. "

Fast forward to a couple months ago, My homegirl was over and he went to bed earlier than usual as he had work in the morning. I stayed out in the living room with my friend while he " went to sleep ". I always watch my daughter on her baby cam and he sleeps right next to her and low and behold I see him pull up a 🌽 video and pull his pants down and even get a nut rag. I barged into the room and caught him in the act of him tryna beat his shi. he was so apologetic afterwards, I asked him if all those times I caught him before if he lied and he said yes. It has changed our whole relationship. I’m honestly at a loss of what I should do.. he has supplied everything for me and I know it’s so stupid on my end to not have a back up plan but damn I really thought I would be spending forever with this person… my confidence is shattered, I literally hate looking at myself in the mirror, everyday I’m trying my hardest to make myself look pretty so i can feel good about myself.. not eating because maybe it’s because i gained too much weight after having our daughter? I don’t even know. I’m so down about myself. We have a whole child together, I don’t know how to let go. He has told me that I can go through his phone whenever I want, I can ask him anything that I have concerns about, he basically told me that he knows he shattered the trust between us and will do anything to make it right.

today, his phone dings twice and I ask who it is and he tells me " my friends " so I said " oh okay.. can I see? “ and he tossed his phone to me upset and said " bro when is this going to end " it hasn’t even been 2 months and I’ve BARELY asked him about anything thus far. He gets mad when I question him at all about literally anything. I don’t know what to do. I just want to keep my distance at this point and let things play out.. maybe get a work from home job and stack up some money? idek. advice please, if you were in my shoes, men or women, what would you do?

hi all,

to make a long story short, i (26f) attempted to move out of my childhood home a few weeks ago. for the first two weeks, i was crying nonstop and became quite depressed. i was speaking to friends, family, and my therapist almost daily because i couldn't be alone.

i returned home for two weeks while still paying rent on the other apartment to recover and to complete my final exams (i'm in grad school with no income), in a better headspace.

now that finals are done, i need to make a decision about the apartment. do i break the lease and move home, break the lease and search for an apartment with a childhood friend, or go back to the apartment and try to be alone?

i went to the apartment today to take my therapy call and i felt fine, but then i had a weird interaction with a neighbor on my floor, and i don't want to go back, but i also crave a level of independence. and it's not like i haven't lived away from home before. i did in college and for a few months post-grad.

i don't know if i'm looking for reasons to leave or what to do about this situation, in general. any/all advice is helpful, especially if you have been in a similar situation. thanks in advance!

I don’t know he’s cute and he’s very tall I’m 19 though and I don’t want to play step mom, he’s 24 and has full custody, I tried to keep an open mind but it just feels weird.

Like the question says I wanted to ask what would be your advice in how to build a happy life as an adult? Currently I'm 22 and not far from graduating from college.

What are your thoughts on this situation?

Curious of your thoughts on this. If someone almost gets their stuff stolen and almost hurt while volunteering, then hours later tells the person in charge and this person in charge just asks some questions about what happened and says nothing like glad you're ok, are you ok, or do you still want to continue volunteering today. The person in charge ultimately goes silent.

This person in charge and some others then stand on a corner working, while the volunteer is on another corner, and no one comes over to her during this shift or after to check in. What's your opinion of this leader? Do you think empathy was missing? Thanks!

hi! im 16 and i really struggle with my mental health a lot, i’ve been self harming since i was really young. Recently, my parents took in my 14 year old cousin as she needed a place to stay. Her staying here impacted my mental health from the beginning, it was a huge change and it caused me to relapse on both my eating disorder and self harming. My main problem with her is the fact that she walks around with fresh, day old scratches all over her from self harm, they’re not gaping or anything, but seeing that clicked something in me and caused all my progress to crash. Maybe two weeks ago, my mom was pointing out a scar that was on my leg, talking about the weird placement whilst my cousin was in the room, the cut was pretty deep so the scars are very visible. the next day, my cousin got into the car with her joggers rolled up to her thighs for whatever reason, showing the scratches that hadn’t been there the day prior in the exact same spot as my scars. Last night, i was hospitalised for the first time because i self harmed too harshly and needed a crisis team and whatnot. Whilst i was in the hospital with my mom and dad, my cousin who was home alone with my siblings started screaming and crying the house down for whatever reason, banging her head on the door and self harming, obviously scaring my siblings. I’m back home now with the help i need, but she constantly keeps asking about what happened and how i did it because it was so ‘deep’ and its affecting me more than i’ll really admit. I know she probably has struggles of her own, but in my mind it just seems like a constant battle and like i’ll never get better because she’ll always be there and walking around with it on show. We’ve tried to get her help but she won’t accept it, i just don’t know what to do.

Should I keep the baby? I’m wondering if

1, anyone else never wanted kids, had them, and how they feel about that choice.

2, i don’t feel connected to the baby (12 weeks) at all either so if you’ve felt that way too please let me know.

3 if its normal to be this afraid and unsure about having kids? I feel like my story was just traumatic so I don’t want to blame myself for feeling this way. But I never hear anyone talk about the fear and uncertainty, and it makes me feel like I should get an abortion for feeling that way.

Full disclosure, I can’t post this anywhere I actually want to :/ throwaway acct

I don’t know anything about motherhood or pregnancy either so I really just feel like I’m walking blind.

I don’t want to get an abortion, It just feels like a decision I’ll regret for life. I know deep down no matter what I do, nothing will ever be the same. I’ll be grieving a huge part of myself either way

The story:

The way I found out was my dr took a test just to be safe, I didnt have any of the regular pregnancy symptoms (but now I know I did have some, although very mild, and they just weren’t the normal ones). The next day she called with the news, completely shocked (didn’t help)

I didn’t realize until that moment, just how much of my identity was based in not wanting children. And not only that, but my entire past present and future, career, relationships, and future plans and dreams basically burst into flames in a split second. And tbh, I NEVER thought birth control failure could happen to me.

It was just like the entire world exploded. I wish I could explain the level of destruction I felt. I don’t know if anyone will ever get it. I just keep replaying that moment.

To make the whole thing worse, she called me in for emergency labs, said I need an emergency ultrasound. Every place I called congratulated me, then said it was too complicated so they can’t help. I can’t even tell you how hard it was hearing that over and over on the worst day of my life.

2 days later I got an emergency ultrasound after grieving my entire life and bawling my eyes out for those 2 days. After our few conversations, me and my bf agreed to have an abortion although he did make it very clear, it was up to me, and only me.

But as soon as he saw the ultrasound he fell in love. I cannot say the same. I wasn’t even in my body. It didn’t feel real.

They scheduled the abortion appt for the next Thursday. Which is now 2 days away. Not that I really wanted it, but they said they have people there to basically convince you against abortion, and I just wanted that.

I say all this just to give a clear picture on how I feel. I know I could be a good mom, and there are 1000 reasons I want to keep the baby. I just don’t know if it’s a good idea for ME to have a baby, and my boyfriend says he’s also worried about me having one just because I’m so unsure.

And I just really want someone to understand.

All people in my family have a weak immune system just like me. I am in my 20s. Actually we can't help. We have other problems in life which keeps us chronically stressed.

I don't even take flu seriously as it happens once a year to me. When it hits me, I feel sick for many days and my whole family too. It is extremely terrible for my employment. Employers can fire me if I take so many leaves. My other coworkers just take 2-3 day leave for this illness and I have to sit at home for whole week.

Cannot even drive because there is risk of accident. Cannot even walk out as flu comes back. I had to eat tons of medications. It's so frustrating. I wish I never get this infection.

I have been reevaluating my life over the last several months, and have found a few things to be fairly unsettling. First, let me say I am currently in a sort of ongoing high-stress situation in life which I have no control over, nor a clear idea of when it will end. But suffice to say that it involves where in the world I will be living for the next few years.

In flipping through some old journals, I was struck by how often I express a sense of aimlessness, purposelessness, and always a hopelessness that things will ever change long term. Every big life event leads to some short lived improvement, but then something else changes, or something ends, and I'm right back to where I was. This pattern, I think, aside from being related to my temperament, is also a direct result of us (me and my spouse) ignoring the mental health red flags I've waved, or that have been waved about me, every time we've made a big life decision.

We've moved overseas multiple times, even though we knew (especially the second time) that it could be incredibly impactful on my mental health. We've chosen to live in the state of not being able to fully put down roots and settle, even though I have expressed over and over again that the thing I want most in the world is security, home, and simplicity.

Why do I do this to myself? We've made these decisions together, so I don't want anyone to think I was coerced into any of it. But we've together made decisions that I can see SO clearly now had major negative effects on my mental (and at times physical) health, and we were definitely aware of that possibility, so why the hell would we go ahead with them?

I guess I'm just questioning what to do now. I'm not working at the moment, partially because of our current situation, but also partially because I'm in the entertainment industry and where I live there is no work. But what do you do when you realise that you've basically shot yourself in the foot multiple times throughout your life? Basically I've set myself up for really poor mental health long term, and to be frank, my spouse has gone along with it.

Sorry for the rant, I'm just at a loss with what to do with my life in general, more and more.

Ok this might be the most stupid problem you'll have to read about today but, i have extremely bad sensory issues and have my whole life. In the past 2-3 years I havent really slept on a bed ive been on the floor or couches (my own choice) so about a year ago when I moved in with my dad I started sleeping on a bed again bc his floors are hardwood. Issue is the sheet wrinkles up almost as soon as I touch it and I cant stand it! Especially on my legs, feet and arms I feel like im gonna cry. Its 6am rn ive been up since 4 bc this sheet is absolutely driving me insane and im about to rip it off and sleep without one 😭 is there anything I can do i hate the feeling of a sheetless bed but I hate sheet wrinkles even more 😩 any advice? If not im going back to sleeping on the floor coz this sheet thing is not it

Guys be honest. Am I in the wrong?

You see I wanted to show my older sister chat msgs that my classmates did but well I wasn't rlly a active person on the GC, while I was doing something my sister chatted on the GC, it wasn't anything srs just a joke. But I don't really like chatting on the GC.

So I got rlly mad and started yelling at her telling her why would she do that?? and that she did that before. She sent a message on my friend who I was sort of fighting with at that time. My friend sent a msg don't talk to me again, and my older sister who saw the message took my phone and sent a gif(meme). Ofc my friend got rlly mad.

My older sister said why am I yelling at her, I said because what you did was wrong. Then everything escalated, she got mad like crazy mad and threw a mug out of anger, and told me I dont have the right to yell at her, because she does everything for me. which, I understand very well. She let's me do stuff my parents never let me do. I Understand Very well that.

Yes I know yelling at her was too much I am already aware of that, idk what got over me and started yelling but that's how it has always been, when something goes wrong I started to yell or be very frustrated..

pls be honest with me, critic me, tell me. am I wrong?"

Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about how different everyone’s timelines are. It seems like some people my age already have their career figured out, own a home, have a family, or know exactly where they’re going, while others are still trying to figure things out.

I know comparing yourself to other people isn’t productive, but it can be difficult when it feels like everyone else is moving forward. Sometimes I wonder if I’m actually behind or if this is just a normal part of growing up.

For those of you who have felt this way, did you eventually find your direction? What helped you stop feeling like you were falling behind?

So normally I don’t post on Reddit but in recent years, I think I should have done this for my (30f) owns mental health. For context and background in my early 20s life was getting out of control and none of my family was supporting me when multiple people including some parts of my family had pasted away. During this time people were showing their true colors in my family and there was only one person in my life, my adoptive sister, she was adopted late into the family and she was the only person that was there for me. We have been through a lot but recently I have felt that I have also been used by her, when she lost her job I had to take out loans on top of paying my student loans. I fell behind on paying them and now most of them are in collections. What can I do? Do I file for bankruptcy? I have so many questions and not enough answers. Right now mentally I am going through a lot. I really wanted to buy a house and start my own family but if this keeps up I honestly may crash out.

I’m scared about what comes next. I have everything—my family: mom, dad, grandpa, grandma, and brother. But what will happen if they die? How will I go on living? What should I do? I don’t want a girlfriend, a child, or anything like that; I just want to play PC games and hang out with my friends, and I don’t want to lose my family. Please tell me in the comments how I can calm down.

so recently my step dad had attacked my siblings (over 18) over absolutely nothing, i had to hide for an hour protecting my younger siblings making sure they felt safe. while id been doing that, my step dad was destroying the house. police said quote on quote “he turned the house upside down”

im 16F, and really afraid of my step dad, always have been (for 8 years) my mum keeps defending him and basically begging i stay at home when shes also telling me that she wants him to stay there too. i told my mum “if hes here, then i dont wanna be here” and she went on and on and on defending him saying hes gonna change.

im staying at my uncles house right now, its about an hour drive away from my home and things just feel so weird now, i have no contact with one of my older siblings, refuse to talk to my mum, and quite literally haven’t slept in this place in years!

thats my issue, i cant sleep. i havent been able to sleep well at all, im constantly stuck awake now and idk what to do, ive tried everything recommended to sleep and yet nothing works.

ive tried: journaling my feelings out my mind keeping lights off keeping quiet relaxing myself maintaining the perfect temperature sleeping with socks on turned my phone off for hours stopped thinking then tried thinking of something to start a dream

yet nothing. please help, im not safe at home and cant sleeep anywhere else no matter how hard i try, any recommendations?