My wife is sleeping with other men.
short flight to Seattle the other day, my first flight in almost three years. I used to fly all the time and travel extensively, but this time I nearly had a panic attack just being in the airport. Scared of everyone, scared to touch anything, totally OCD about germs. No one talking or smiling. Really bad vibes, but at least I ventured out! I’m hoping we can get back to normal at some point
I'm not a big fan of Freud, but I do enjoy watching strangers eating bananas. You can learn a lot about someone who's snacking down on one, especially if they think nobody is watching.
Even better if they're really hungry. Or angry.
I have subconscious ideas that affect how I interact with the world. They cause me to believe that I’m not wanted, I don’t belong, and that something is wrong with me. If I created a program and installed these principles, how would it function, if at all?
Things haven’t been going very well at work. I’m stuck in a dead end job where the hours aren’t great and the people are shitty. The company I work for is one of those “Top 100 Employers in BC”, which is really bullshit. I have grown tired of favouritism, layers of bureaucracy and the lack of support from the Union. I’m looking to work somewhere else in the meantime and pray that something much better is waiting around the corner. Reading about how Elon Musk bought Twitter and has high functioning Autism gives me a bit of hope because if he can become hugely successful, so can I. I’m trying.
My Dad is in the early stages of prostate cancer. It's affecting me so much that I can't even eat, sleep or think. We're really close and I don't want anything to happen to him. He reassures me that it's treatable so all I can do is hope. If something happens to him, then the thought of dealing with relatives on his side of the family frightens me. My Dad has told me many many stories of how his brothers and sisters caused him nothing but trouble and heartache throughout his life. Passive aggression runs in his family because these people are ignorant, hypocritical and don't know how to communicate. I have so many cousins that I don't even talk to. I don't consider any of them family. I guess family doesn't necessarily mean the people whom you were born with. Couldn't care less about any of them. I just want my Dad to pull through and stay healthy.
I started to transition from male to female...but stopped, because I didn't pass...I was seen as a crossdresser or drag queen which I did not identify as....I felt more female, still on estrogen, but don't know why, I say I'm non-binary, but don't think I'm considered non-binary enough, plus I'm over 60, tall receding hairline, deep booming voice, tall, I guess I just was transitioning because I was unhappy with who I was before, I have always been kind of feminine in my mannerisms, very unattractive with my weird looking nose & buck teeth... I've always liked women, still do...I guess I'm just resigned to being a straight cis guy who loves women.
On top of it being a blue sky sunny day, I saw the cutest thing: A guy on a drive with his cat stopped at a traffic light. It was bumping up against his chest and nuzzling his chin. I can go home now feeling all warm and fuzzy on the inside.
My former industry is crying for experienced people like myself but I have no sympathy after all the inventive ways they came up with to take advantage of me since the 2008 recession.
I’m 24 and have had chronic depression for almost half of my life. While I am fairly privileged with financial support from my parents while pursuing law school, I have thought about ending my life almost everyday for the past 6+ years. Over this time, I’ve gone to two therapists and have also tried taking different antidepressants, but honestly my thoughts have only become more frequent and intense. The only thing that keeps me from following through with suicide is a feeling of obligation to my parents and the knowledge that it would cause my loved ones a lot of pain. I almost find a sense of comfort in telling myself that I will eventually do it once my parents die, but I also realize how messed up that is. I have many things to feel grateful for, and yet I feel an intense sense of hopelessness. I really don’t know where to go from here.