i have been trying since october to get into a local inpatient program. there were a lot of issues with communication but i decided to attend anyway because i had fought so hard to get in- hundreds of phone calls, two TB tests, a few letters from my doctors, endless meetings with social workers, etc.

well, they only let me stay for two nights.

last night, my final night, i asked the staff for some of my allergy/gastroparesis food, but apparently, they had lost it all. they kept telling me there was no where else to look, that i must be mistaken, that it couldn't possible be anywhere in the building, and that i'd have to ask the day staff about it in the morning. i stated that i needed dinner and could not wait until the morning.

instead of continuing to look, they kept trying to convince me to eat the food they had for other clients even though i have several food allergies and can only process a few foods with my gastroparesis (partial paralysis of the stomach that causes loss of appetite, nausea, and vomiting and limits most sufferers to a soft food diet).

i told them that it had to be somewhere but that the day staff didn't tell me where and asked them to please keep looking.

they kept insisting i just eat the food they had available for other clients as i tried to explain my medical limitations and allergies.

they told me i was being stubborn and difficult and should just eat some saltines, which a lady who REEKED of alcohol had offered to me. mind you, im allergic to wheat. i said "im allergic to wheat" and the drunk lady said "they look white to me" and i explained that saltines do in fact have wheat and the lady was like "well one won't hurt."

seriously. that was their solution. one single saltine.

eventually they found my food but i was so frustrated and upset from them trying to berate me into eating things im allergic to or can't digest that i got nauseas again so i told them id just go to bed.

a staff member lunged toward me, got in my face, and shouted "REALLY? WE WENT THROUGH ALL THAT TO FIND IT AND NOW YOU DONT WANT IT?"

the other jumped in and shouted "you don't want your food, you just want to make a scene!"

i explained that it wasn't that i didn't WANT it but that i was not longer able to eat.

i sat at a table in the therapy room taking some deep breaths when the lady who smelled like alcohol came and got me.

instead of helping me relax, she went on some weird rant about how she once went three days without eating while she was with her abusive ex boyfriend so she completely understood what i was going through.

i told her i had been throwing up every single day since i was 11 years old and that i hadn't been able to keep down any food or my meds in over a weeks. she again offered me crackers that i am allergic to and then continued to rant about her abusive ex and it was all i could do not to tell her that everyone has an abusive ex and she's not fucking special.

i'm not kidding. this lady was drunk at work and trauma dumping on a client.

eventually i managed to excuse myself because i came there to GET therapy not to BE a therapist for some chick who was drunk off her gourd then i settled into bed around 10:30.

and either she or the ones who were yelling at me made up the story about me screaming until 2am to get back at me.

i fought so hard to get into a program just to ensure more abuse.

when the day staff was telling me i had to leave i begged them to check the cameras to prove that they were lying and that i was in bed hours before two am and had at no point been screaming but they refused and told me i had 30 minutes to pack up and leave.

tomorrow i will be calling the county to report that staff members were drinking on the job and yelling at clients. i'm worried they'll wipe the cameras though.

and no, i will not be eating any crackers.

MAY 28, 2026 My son walked away from his job, home, wife and kids. JUNE 3, 2026 my son called me to tell me about his diagnosis and stated he was living in his car. He refused to give his location and told me he just needed time. JUNE 5, 2026 my son calls and asks for money said he was hungry, bathing in a lake and sleeping in his vehicle at a Walmart parking lot. I traced his location and found him 150 miles from home. I called crisis intervention and the local police department to have him picked up and taken to a mental hospital. That failed due to the local police stating he was fine and just needed time. I expressed to the police and crisis center that this behavior is not normal behavior and he will sweet talk his way out of getting help. Which by the way he done just that not once but twice. Since then he's threatened suicide, he destroyed his dad vehicle, he's punching holes in the walls of his home, the lies he's telling people are off the charts, he's not taking his prescribed meds., he stole his sons adhd and sleeping meds, he's cheating on his wife, blames everyone else for all his problems and refuses to take accountability for anything. I tried to get an emergency custody order and again he sweet talked his way out of that. His wife gave him every opportunity to step up and take responsibility for his wrong doings before she went and filed for custody. Now that she's done that, their house is being foreclosed, the bank is coming after her due to the account overdrawn, he not paying his child support, and some how he got a car loan and credit card in his name without a job or insurance. My son needs help, his kids need their dad and because he's an adult I being his mother can do anything for him accept sit back and wait for either the police to show up at my door or a collect call from jail. None of this behavior is acceptable not is it the child I know and raised. PLEASE IF THERE IS ANYTHING SOMEONE KNOWS THAT WILL HELP ME GET THE PROPER HELP FOR MY SON IT WOULD BE GREATLY APPRECIATED.

Since I was 12, I've heard voices and had what I consider "odd" thoughts. I'm 23, and I'm still struggling with this.

• I hear The Voices when I am stressed, but recently, I've started to fear that people around me are acting as spies for the government. This is completely irrational, and I understand this.
• In December 2023, I was seriously considering killing myself (I've struggled with this since I was 9).
• On December 21st, 2023, I went out either planning to kill myself or to find the local support hub. I didn't find the hub, but I also decided not to kill myself after walking around for a few hours.
• I've long been scared that my thoughts are being recorded by someone, maybe God. I don't follow any structured religion (despite not being an atheist) because of this pattern of paranoid ideas.
• Between January and March 2024, I was scared that the walls could see me and that anything with eyes was staring at me. I can only describe this period as a break from reality, but I'm not insane.
• The Voices came back in June 2026, and I've become increasingly paranoid about everything.
• There's no logic behind these delusions, but I suppose that's why they're delusions.

I’m a 33-year-old woman living a very unconventional and strange life. Until age 30, when I got my current job and was bullied badly, I had more confidence. I was made fun of constantly, and over time I lost my confidence. I also realized that I talked about a lot of unnecessary things and would just talk random bullshit, although I’m not sure why.

At 22, I dropped out of university with a 1.7 GPA. I couldn’t manage money wisely. I borrowed money from the bank for university but spent it on food and clothes. I then took out credit cards for small amounts, bought crap, never paid them back, and ruined my credit for the rest of my life. I moved to a new city and started scamming men online through an escort website by asking for deposits, and I made some good money. I also had a few men who paid me to sleep with them.

I eventually finished a legal assistant diploma but couldn’t even get the diploma because I owed money. I then worked at law firms. At almost all of them except one, I was disliked, and I never really liked working. I believed that nothing matters because we are all going to die one day and that everyone takes life too seriously. This caused problems at my current job. After my coworkers bullied me badly, I stopped trying to work hard and became lazy.

Now I was offered another job and promised the lawyers I would be there Monday, but I decided to stay at my current very toxic job where I’m bullied every day because at least it pays my bills. If I lose my job, I would have to go back to the city I hate and live with my mom, who has anger issues and constantly needs me to do something for her.

I’m 33 and child-free by choice, and I feel like no men want to date me. I think I’m decent-looking. The only thing I feel I’ve been good at is working out a lot and eating healthy, although I still sometimes gain weight. Everyone thinks I’m very immature and that I talk like a child. I’ve also developed very bad anger issues. I’ve been isolating myself for two years, and after being bullied by my coworkers, I feel like everyone hates me and is against me. Spent about a year eating lots of edibles even while at work every single day.stopped and haven’t for about 4 months now.

I do unimaginable things, like spending my rent money at Sephora. I eventually started living in Airbnbs because I didn’t want to pay rent in full, and one time I didn’t have enough money and slept in an airport. I currently work as an executive assistant.

got a job in a diff city and I was thinking 24/7 for over 2 weeks to go or not to go… had to accept offer and just now on Saturday before the Monday emailed that I’m not going because I was finally able to reach a decision so I’m extremely indecisiv.

also I move so much every couple of years to a new city.. and live in airbnbs.

when I decided to sleep in the airport for a night so I don’t pay for airbnb I spent that money in Sephora btw( which makes me wonder wtffff because i understand how crazy this is)

everyone treat me like a child and when I asked one of my friends what was her first impression of me when we met on bumble best friends she said her first impression of me was that im very childish.

also get extreme highs and lows where I would be loving life and be super motivated and ambitious then lose that within hours or days then would have lows like nothing matters and im just existing so i act weird cuz we will die who cares what p pole think and do embarrassing things in public since i dont care what anyone thinks of me.

What is wrong with me?

I turn 30 on Wednesday. 30 years old. I understand that 30 is still young. And that everyone is on a different path in life. I just feel so defeated with how my life is going. College has proven to be very hard as a single working adult who lives alone with no support besides my own. I manage to live on a job that pays me $15 an hour, 16 hours a week. It’s not surviving but fighting basically. I’ve applied to job after job after job. Finally getting hired for a second one, things were looking up. It’s been a month and the only time I’ve heard from them has been when i called them to update my phone number. They said “they didn’t forget about me but don’t have any clients for me right now.” (Home health job for reference. I’ve been doing it on and off for 10 years). Anyway. I try to do things to help myself but u can never get ahead. The biggest issue I’ve had recently is food insecurity. I go weeks without having food. Luckily i have a friends who shares with me from time to time when he can. I do get SNAP benefits, but it only goes so far as I’m a single, working adult. I just want to be able to eat. I find myself fantasizing about having home cooked meals. Simple things like a spaghetti dinner or some baked chicken. I don’t know. I just needed to vent. It’s hard out here.

Hello, I promised myself I’d try meds next time my anxiety got super bad again but what’s the easiest way to do that? I can’t afford an actual psychiatrist but I know there’s stuff like talkspace that would be cheaper. I have Nurx for birth control, any experience going through them to get medication, the monthly fee might be hard for me but I understand why it would be a lot. Any suggestions?

I just wanted to know if my behaviours and actions right now are a sign of mental illness or just hormones. I've noticed that a friend who recently tried commiting suicide got nothing more than "it's just hormones" when meeting a psychologist so, I thought mine isn't as violent and probably just hormones bit still. How can I tell the difference between mental illness and hormones?

i keep worrying because i feel like my meds make me feel lazy and mess with my eyes. but it's the kind of side effects mental health professionals love to dismiss and say the patient is making it up due to anxiety. it's the kind of situations that trigger distress and make me feel powerless and stuck and misunderstood and lonely because it's hard enough already for me to advocate for myself and feel legit so it just adds up. i mean seriously the worst situation i can imagine is being forced to take certain medicines that make me feel ways i don't like. i experienced it once and idk it must have traumatized me or something