r/emotionalsupport

Have you ever experienced being bullied or abuse by your twin? e.g. subject to long term abusive behaviours e.g turning people against you, projecting shame onto you and putting you down

Dreams, do I really have them ?? I am (18f) and I feel like I m dying everyday, somebody asks me what I want to do in life, its not like I don’t want to answer them but I genuinely don’t have an answer anymore, I have given two competitive exams NEET and CUET, well didn’t score well in any of them, I feel like a loser and I really don’t know what to do anymore, I m so burnt out, I don’t have hope, desires, its been 2 months since I completed my 12^(th) and honestly it feels like somebody is choking me everyday its really tough for me to cope up with everything, I m not mentally well honestly, I have a competitive exam again tomorrow but I really don’t feel like giving it and honestly I didn’t have the courage to tell my parents that, its that bad….i might look okay on the outside but I m really not, I m really broken…and I have been crying every single night….i really don’t want to give up…but I can’t help it…I really don’t want to harm myself…and I won’t…God gave me this life to live and I will….i am a pcb student and I really need advice

Hi everyone.
I’m 27 and I lost my dad to pancreatic cancer in November 2025. Some days I manage okay, but lately the grief has been overwhelming. I miss him so much, and I don’t think I’ve really learned how to live without him.

My mom and younger brother live in another city. We speak on the phone and they support me when they can, but I don’t want to overwhelm them because they’re grieving too.

I live with my partner, but I don’t feel emotionally supported. He’ll see me crying and usually doesn’t comfort me or ask what’s wrong, so I’ve been feeling incredibly alone. I’m not looking for relationship advice, I know that’s a separate issue.

Right now, I’m just trying to figure out how to carry this grief when I don’t have much emotional support around me.

For those of you who have lost a parent or someone you loved deeply:

What helped you get through the days when the grief felt unbearable?

Did you find any routines, hobbies, books, support groups, or little rituals that made you feel less alone?

How did you comfort yourself when there wasn’t anyone there to comfort you?

I think I’m just looking for people who understand this kind of loss. I feel very alone tonight, and I’d really appreciate hearing from anyone who’s been through something similar.

Thank you for reading. 🤍

At work someone said I had body odor and so my supervisor told me that. It was said politely but still she questioned my culture, whether I use a deodorant in my country. I am in Canada now and I struggle from strong perfumes people wear. But I never pointed fingers, although I could and want and now I regret I didn’t do that.
I tried to listen to her calmly but later that day I felt shaken and cried. Few days later I told my friend from dance studio and she said she had sensitive nose and never felt me having stinky sweat. Again I feel like this was all exaggerated and untrue towards me and feel sick, I couldn’t sleep well.
Now I am reluctant to go to work because of that, don’t want to smile and help as I usually do trying to go extra mile. Because no matter what people don’t notice. They don’t know me very well and already made assumptions about my person.

I've been venting a lot lately, so bear with me.

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I'm 21, a sophomore, and I just got into a four-year school I'm transferring to after spending the better part of three years in community college. (I took a gap year first because I had a really bad car crash right after I graduated high school.) This is supposed to be exciting. I've had root canals I was more excited for.

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I've hated school my whole life. Not the work, not the boredom, but the people. In elementary and middle school I got bullied badly enough that I'd make myself throw up in the mornings, because legally my parents couldn't send me in if I was sick. If they tried anyway, I'd do it in the homeroom bathroom so I'd get sent home before first bell. I begged my dad to put me in online school, homeschooling, anything. He always brushed it off, or told me it was my own fault for not being able to get along with people, and sent me right back in. And it would be one thing if we didn't have the resources. We did, and I had a stay at home mom until he chased her away.

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That went on until middle school, when I attempted for the first time. I ended up in inpatient, then a PHP. My therapists told my dad outright that I was being badly bullied and isolated and that he needed to listen to me. Instead I got pulled from that program and dropped into another one.

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Those programs are also where I found drugs. I started smoking weed in 8th grade just to get through the school day. After I got caught the first time, my parents started randomly drug testing me, so I switched to harder things that cleared my system faster. That cycle ran until I went to rehab partway through freshman year of high school — where, again, someone recommended online school, and again my dad said no. So I went right back to using, because there was no physical way out of that building, and numbing out was the best I could do.

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From there I fell into some genuinely bad relationships. One of them blew up into false accusations during COVID, and my name got dragged so hard that I spent the rest of high school eating lunch alone under a stairwell, high out of my mind. I finally got sober on my own senior year, when I scared myself badly enough. But the damage was already done.

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What I'm left with is barely any social skills, no real sense of who I am, and anxiety that never fully shuts off. I have a vague memory of things I used to love and was good at. Things like drawing, writing, riding horses, or acting, but now I either feel nothing when I do them, or I've lost whatever skill I had.

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And I hate people. Like genuinely can't stand them. I didn't used to. I used to actually try to give humanity the benefit of the doubt. Now every kindness reads as a setup for some ulterior motive, everyone's talking shit, and the second you tell one person something it's all over the place. I know I need human contact. I can't logic my way out of the guardedness. Years of isolation and Abuse made it too clear to me how people operate.

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So now I'm about to start a four-year school, and I've been in a low-grade panic for months because I won't just be in a building full of preppy assholes, I'll be living with them for most of a year. I don't think I'll fit in. I feel underdeveloped, not that interesting, like there's no real reason for anyone to want me around.

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The best plan I've got is to buy a motorcycle and keep day trading hard, so that when I get down there I'll at least show up with a bike and some money — something that might make people want to talk to me.

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I don't really know what I'm looking for here. Maybe just to put it somewhere and not be told it's my fault for not being able to make it work socially.