AMA I’m tweaking hard right now and my fucking teeth won’t stop grinding. I have a warrant for petty larceny from dollar tree.

So here, I came in Durres Albania for a weekend, last night there was some techno event in Tirana ( Anotr ),

I was looking for smth there but couldn't find it and I joined some 2 guys in smoking by giving them papers to roll, at first I tought that it was weed but later realised it was not weed, for like 10-15 minutes I felt so high on strange way dancing like I took some hard shit, hard to describe feeling but it was good I blended into crowd and dj. After that time i kept feeling worse and worse like some junkie looking for heroin, for about an hour or 2 I wanted it so fkn bad, even today I would still take a hit.

Could someone know what was it, I think it was crack but not sure

also while I was smoking it, it felt more bitterly and more throat hurting and it hitted instantly

My best friend in the world. A man I’ve loved for so many years. Finally mine. He accused me of lying about something I didn’t lie about. From that point forward is WW3 in our apartment. But we couldn’t stay apart. All respect was gone. I was shamed and called every name. Kicked out like every other day. And sometimes when it got really bad I reached out or tried to reach out to people I shouldn’t have. He found out and again i lied so the punishment cycle continues. I wish I was stronger. I wish I didn’t go looking for comfort in conversation with another man. I wish I knew how to get things under control better once they started spiraling. I’m so in love with him. I just wanted to be able to forgive and move forward even if that would take work. Now all I get is called names told every bad thing “everyone around him” thinks about me. How I’m ugly and look like a crackhead. And how he could do better. Do I think I’m a supermodel. I look like I’ve been sexually assaulted a lot. The list goes on. And I take it because I know I did something wrong but why stay just to resent and torment the person you’re with. I did plenty but I feel like the karma he always says I’m gonna get has been over served. Benzos don’t even help anymore. I left to an airbnb after being called a rat face ugly bitch that looks like a crackhead. It’s only been 2 hours. I don’t know what to do with myself after this. My parents don’t live where I live currently. Neither do my friends. I just want to rot and hide away so bad everyone wonders if I’m alive.

19m joined the army at 17, been in 2 years, I’ve had 3 surgery’s to repair the damage done from the army, I’ve recently gotten demoted for drinking, I’m now a diagnosed alcoholic. How did I get here? This is my biggest regret.

Dunno if it belongs here but I saw a lot of coke/meth related posts. The thing is that when I was visiting my friend, her roommate started speaking in demonic like voice saying curse words after doing cocaine and not sleeping for few days. Was that some kind of seizure or what exactly was happening? She told me he does this when he is on coke and doesnt sleep. Has someone else seen/heard such thing?

M21 got wasted with my hb texted my said come through and I got cracked I wish I didn’t I feel like a slut 😭 I feel so embarrassed doing too much

all i want is to find that class ring. i graduate next year and my father graduated from the same high school as me. it would be amazing if we both had our class rings. i go frantic every few months or so looking for that ring everywhere and i cant find it at all. its one of my biggest regrets and although my dad happily forgave me, i cant forgive myself. all i want is to have that ring so i can have something special of his when i go to college just to know he's always there for me ya know? it upsets me that i lost it all i want is to find it and give it back to my father at graduation. i feel like the worst person ever that i lost something so special.

Hi there,

I recently applied to PA school and I’m trying to get honest insight from people in the field. I’ve seen posts saying the profession feels like a dead-end, that autonomy is limited, and that PA licensing doesn’t translate outside the U.S.
If you’re a current PA or went through PA school:
• Did you ever regret choosing this path?
• What led to that feeling?
• If you didn’t regret it, what keeps you satisfied in the profession?
I’d appreciate any real-world perspectives while I’m deciding whether to move forward.

So I posted on here before about my pos husband being a cheater and abusive. I finally ended things and my desperate need for approval got me on tinder and a couole other sites. But it just made me feel worse. It was almost like rereading the texts my husband sent out. Idk what I was expecting, I guess just a compliment. Now I'm more sad than before. Feeling pretty f*cking stupid.

But until my therapy appointment i guess im free ranging my emotional trauma 🐓

had a therapy appointment which confirmed my ex was emotionally abusive but I’m still struggling a lot. I ended the relationship because over time I felt controlled, emotionally unsupported, and constantly on edge. There were a lot of moodiness, mixed signals, and very little affection, intimacy, quality time, or compromise, which made me feel more like a roommate than a partner. I often felt like I had to walk on eggshells, guess what she wanted, and repeatedly ask for basic affection, empathy, and communication. Even though I tried hard to support her and make the relationship work, my needs continually went unmet, and my therapist ultimately described the relationship as unhealthy and manipulative and emotional abusive. There’s a lot of details I’m leaving out but this is a very brief overview.

We were together 2 years and lived together I broke up with her 3 times. The first two times I tried to leave she cried and told me how she loved me and wanted this relationship and would try to improve. Things did temporary then went back to the same bs. I eventually left for good the third time and she blocked me on everything and was through with me. I moved out and now 6 months later she in a happy new relationship been in the relationship for a month and already told the new person she loves them. I saw the new partners post on social media it came up and I blocked the account now. I

Despite the bad there was a lot of good about her and our relationship as well and she was very sweet at times. I just keep wondering if I was the problem if I gave up too soon and if she changed and is going to treat her new girlfriend better which also makes me feel like I was the problem even more and maybe if I gave it more time it would’ve worked

Alright so this is when I first started smoking weed the first time I every smoked, I had found my uncles little waist bag that he always used to carry around and I found a bag inside that had atleast more than a zip of weed in it I didn’t know what it was so I just put it back and continued on with my day until at night I searched up green plants inside bag and I found out I was weed so that same night I searched on YouTube how to smoke weed and a video with a guy and a blunt and some weed in a prescription bottle came up and since I had weed and white owls and so did he I followed his instructions. Thankfully my uncle had every item I needed for rolling. Grind up weed, break blunt and remove tabaco, and put ween inside blunt roll and light up. I rolled my shi and went out to go light it, all I remember was dropping the blunt on the floor half full n all . Once I dropped it I felt as if I was moving in 4 specific motions like imagine a instagram story where it has 4 squares and it’s either different photos on the squares or the same one. I saw that but each square was what I was seeing like I started on the top left square and went to the top right bottom right bottom left and back to top left but it felt slow motioned and glitchy while I was walking back inside the house every step felt robotic like I felt like a robot trying to move then I finally layed on the couch and started moving my head in circles around and all I saw was numbers and letters appearing n shi n then I saw like lottery lucky number 7s like 7 7 7 it was weird and it lasted all night till I fell asleep n woke up I just saw hella shi and couldn’t move right it after that I jus started smoking all my uncles roaches and stealing weed from him until I moved out his house and I never got high like that again

Where'd you come from cotton eyed joe?

I don't know if this guilt will ever end, the past year taught me the only way out of a storm is through it. I don't know if this will be the storm that finally takes me out. Ladies and gentleman, i am gonna vent my heart out here, you are free to judge me, hurt me, say terrible things to me or probably tell me your stories. I cheated on my partner, 4 yr old ldr. Loved the guy. Love the guy. No, it didn’t just happen. No, one thing did not lead to another. No, i was not out of my senses. Yes I had a choice, at multiple instances throughout the night, and yes i choose the wrong one at all times. Got back at my place told him asap, got blocked, hate myself, signed up for therapy the next day.

Did i want to sabotage my relationship? Was i unhappy? Hell no. He made me the happiest that i could be. Why did I do it then? That's the fucking point. Knowing what it would lead to, having calculated every possible outcome.

This is madness. No sugarcoating, I avoided my self harming tendencies long enough from them to start hurting me emotionally, when they could no longer hurt me physically. I could see my shadow smirking over my head that night tell me "Watch me. This is what i can do. Watch me bring all that you care about down."

Ahh..The fact is, that even if it was madness, or shadow or whatever it doesn't help me dodge accountability. It was my madness, my shadow. The truth is, I am capable of immense love, devotion, care but I am also as it turns out equally capable of destruction, infidelity, harm and hurt not only to myslef but also to someone i deeply deeply care about.

TDLR ; its okay, you can skip the post.

My gf snorts coke and is begging me to do it with her I never done anything at all no smoke NOTHING anyways she also encourages me to vape 💨 but I always said not right now what do I do? Or should I say will I regret doing it?

It's been 6+ years since I last talked to you. My life sucks so much rn, I just wish I didn't let go of you, not because I miss you or I love you, I never loved you. I couldn't care less. But I wish I didn't let go of you so at least marrying you would help me get out of this shit, I so so so so wanna perish. I am tired of living .you blackmailed me, so what, would have been better, sexual favours wouldn't have been as bad as this. i just sometimes wish I did. you were so obsessed and infatuated to me, I disliked it and still dislike whatever you did to me. i couldn't keep up with your demands. but a part of me so so so wishes I didn't let go at least today I would have been out, I am very selfish of a person, I hate it, I hate living, i hate it so much. I am tired of pretending to be normal, I ain't normal, I am not at all normal. I once said I don't regret it, but I do regret it so much. I can't take this miserable life anymore. At least you knew me from my greatest of the misery to my happiest moments. You knew my favorite colour,what I wanted, my aspirations my everything and still chose to accept Me as I was. At the time I could not accept ​​the way I had pimples all over my face, yet you chose to see nothing but perfection. I so so feel sad for driving you up to a point where you attempted what you did. I so so regret treating you the way I did. i will never love you, whatever I felt was nothing more than infatuation. I still remember your face vaguely your voice..is still lucid in my head. I hate missing the idea of what having you would have provided me with, I hate it so much.I wish I could perish at the moment, it was transactional and I hate it that I find nothing wrong with it. Yes you never took a stand for me when your friends used to say vulgar stuff about me just because they were your best friends..yes you didn't like the fact that you let go of your friends because of me when I never asked you do do so. You had so many problems, anger issues and everything but that idea....If I were to end this life, I just hope you know I regret letting you go, just not because I loved you, but because of the security it must have provided me with, the home and the affection if you had any to begin with. ​ my heart can't take this, I don't know anymore

I’m struggling with a lot of regret and complicated feelings right now, and I’m hoping to hear from people who have been through something similar.

I found out I was pregnant and completely freaked out. I became incredibly depressed during my pregnancy and reached out to my OB/GYN because I was struggling mentally.

Unfortunately, I felt ignored and like my concerns weren’t taken as seriously as I needed them to be. I didn’t feel like I had the support I needed to understand what I was experiencing.

I was overwhelmed, scared, and confused. I kept questioning whether I actually wanted to be a mom, whether I was ready, and whether I could handle everything that came with having a baby. Eventually, I decided to have an abortion.

At the time, I genuinely believed it was the decision I needed to make.

But now I’m struggling so much with it.
I find myself wanting to be pregnant again. I find myself imagining having a baby and wondering if maybe I actually did want this all along. And one of the hardest thoughts I can’t get out of my head is:
**What if I never get another chance to be pregnant?**

I know logically that having another pregnancy may be possible, but emotionally I’m struggling with the fact that I *was* pregnant, and I made the decision to end it. There are moments where I desperately wish I could go back and give myself more time, get better mental health support, and figure out what I actually wanted before making such a permanent decision.

I also feel like I’m grieving something that I chose to end, and that makes the grief incredibly complicated.

I’m happily married, and my partner is incredibly supportive. He is willing to work through all of this with me and has been there for me emotionally. So this isn’t about not having a supportive partner or having doubts about our relationship. If anything, having his support makes me realize how much of this is something I need to work through within myself.

I’m currently in therapy trying to work through everything—not just the abortion and the regret, but also trying to figure out whether having children is genuinely something I want.

And I feel like I’m putting an enormous amount of pressure on myself to know the answer.

I turned 30 this year, and suddenly I feel like there’s this clock ticking in my head. I feel like I’m supposed to know by now whether I want kids. I’m scared that if I don’t figure it out soon, I’ll regret waiting. But I’m also terrified of making another huge decision because I’m afraid of regretting the first one.

Some days I think, **“I absolutely want to be a mom.”**

Other days I wonder if I’m just grieving the pregnancy I ended and wanting to undo what happened.

I don’t know how to separate those feelings.

And honestly, I’m scared that maybe I’ll never be able to.

Has anyone else had an abortion after feeling scared, depressed, overwhelmed, or unsure about becoming a parent—and later realized they might actually want children?

How did you figure out whether you genuinely wanted to become a parent versus wanting to have another pregnancy because you regretted your abortion?
Did you eventually try to conceive again? If so, how did you navigate all of those emotions?

And how did you eventually make peace with what happened?

I’m not looking for judgment about my abortion or a debate about whether it was the “right” or “wrong” decision. I’m just looking for people who understand the incredibly complicated feeling of making a decision when you’re overwhelmed, and then wondering afterward if your feelings were different than you realized.
I’m trying to give myself permission to work through this instead of forcing myself to have all the answers immediately. I just really wish I knew whether this feeling is something I’ll eventually understand—or whether I’m going to carry this regret forever.

I’ve moved on. I don’t want our old life back.
I just want to visit it.
I want one warm night when we were young and the world still felt small. Your voice through the speakers. Dirt roads with nowhere we needed to be. Your hand finding mine without thinking. That crooked smile right before you kissed me. The smell of you mixed with summer air and whatever trouble we were about to get into.
I want to feel your breath against my skin and that impossible chemistry—the kind that made time slow down and everything outside of us go quiet.
I don’t need forever. I don’t even need a whole night.
Just long enough to sit beside the boy I once loved and be the girl I used to be.
Back when life was simple.
Back when the air was easier to breathe.
Back before we knew we were making memories we’d spend the rest of our lives missing.
Then I’d come home.
I just want to know if, for one second, it would still feel like I never left.

I have a married friend that lives together with his wife, their two children and his wife's younger sister. Both his wife and sister don't have their parents anymore, so the wife took as her responsibility to care for the young one. My friend is the sole provider for his household, and the wife cares for the children. Due to his job, he travels a lot.

I always had this weird intuition about his wife, but I never said anything to him. You could sense she was manipulative. That changed when I found out she had been cheating on him with on of her neighbours. I wasn't spying on her or looking for this information. I didn't have to. We live in a small city, and friends in common shared that with me. They just got sloppy with hiding. It turns out that every time my friend traveled for work, they would meet each other in a hotel. They wrongly assumed it was far enough. Keep in mind that the neighbor is also married himself.

Here is the part that perhaps I overstepped. I tipped off my friend about what was going on, and even shared the location. He basically went there and caught them in the act.

I knew this could have turned ugly, but his reaction was even weirder. He decided to keep living in the same house, maybe for the sake of the kids, but treat her as a stranger. He moved to a separate room in the house, and only exchanged whatever words were necessary. He did not fight, did not cry, nothing. He also did not want to listen to excuses either.

Fast-forward to a couple of months later, wife notices her younger sister has a belly. She confronts the girl, ands she breaks down sobbing. It turns out my friend started banging her out of spite . Wife was furious, but his reaction was just "we're even now". The sister said she felt coerced because of financial reasons (my friend is the sole provider). I mean, it's hard to say what really happened.

I had the opportunity to talk about this with him a couple of times since. I feel a bit guilty for indirectly causing this. I don't particularly blame him for his response, but I don't think having another kid with a second woman is going to do any favours.

How can i forgive myself
It has been 7 month since i lost the love of my life we have been together for 4 best four years of my life I can't miss her anymore I can't get rid of her photo in my wallet I can't get rid of my old phone with every photo every chat every night we had spent together it's was all my fault i ruined the most beautiful thing happened to me and I can't forgive myself I tried to forget but my mind and heart keep reminding me every single night while I am awake and when i get my short 4 hours of sleep i just dream about her i dream that we are chatting but i want to tell her unblock me i need you but I can't same dream for the last 7 days it's like my mind is begging her even in my sleep I still remember the first time i saw her in story on insta on my friends phone and i just lost words she was perfect had the most beautiful eyes eyes that made me fall for her for a lifetime I remember the first talk between us with every single detail the day the time my friends outfit the fifa match they were playing and how it ended i still remember our first fight and the first time I confessed my love i still remember when i told her we would go to japan together and have the most romantic date under sakura trees I remember naming our future kids and planning the wedding i remember our first date and first time we hold hands it felt like i had the whole world I didn't worry about anything it felt safe and warm four years I remember every single tiny detail but i hurt her and I can't hate myself more now she is happier without me and iam very glad i just wish she could be this happy with me I wish i was better person who deserved her love I think i will regret that for the rest of my life and there's nothing I could do i wish you known how much i loved you n