I hate the NDP AFTER 40 YEARS. I’m 65 and under doctor’s orders been in ISOLATION with my wife with numerous chronic conditions. My health is manageable (diabetic) but the virus will kill me. My neighbours won’t wear a mask. In isolation for over a year now told to go to the end of the line (April). I will vote Adrian Dix out of office. My wife can’t work because she could bring the virus home. 500,000 diabetics in B.C. The government has let us down.
Hello. I have been struggling with depression for a long time now. I’ve dropped out from college twice this year and I feel like an absolute failure. The thing that pushed me over was having my last miscarriage as I found out I cannot have my own children. I just don’t want to exist anymore. It’s very hard to find help in my city as no one is taking patients. And online therapy I do not have the money for. I feel so hopeless that I’m started to neglect my dog. It makes me feel so horrible I can do this to him. I know that this is basically a rant but I do not have anyone else to talk to because my husband works to make money and I don’t want to make him worried about me. Thank you kind strangers I appreciate you for listening.
When I lay down for bed I secretly wish a women even an ugly one would sneak in my room and wake me up by lifting her dress and sitting on my face. I'll never have this happen but it keeps running through my mind. I should get help but it's embarrassing to talk about.
I decided to stop taking anti-depressants for good. I’m sure they definitely work for other people who really need them, but I realize that they’re not for me. When I first started going through withdrawal, I thought that I was on the verge of having a stroke. I haven’t taken any anti-psychotic drugs for a week now but it’s still in my system. Not sure how long it will take, but I hope to get back on track soon.
I'm wasting my whole life waiting. Waiting for my partner to come home on my day off so we can have yet another boring evening. Waiting until another shift at work starts, to make money that one day I can spend on travel. Finishing another worthless degree so that the future can be better. Waiting for my partner to realize I'm not feeling great so she can give me a cuddle and tell me it'll be okay. Lying in bed waiting for the day to end hoping the next one will be better.
What a pathetic life I choose to live.
I need to decide within the next month or two if I can afford to stay here. I am almost out of money, covid ruined my work. Do I sell everything, and go home to the east coast? Or do I bunker down, get whatever job I can, and continue to exist barely making the rent and food? I need to make a major life decision and have no one to talk to. I change my mind every day, I'm really stressed about it. I mean...what can you do when you just don't know what to do?
Soon after the pandemic started I started washing all my groceries as soon as I got home. I live with a frail senior with many serious health issues and was terrified that I would bring covid into the house on the groceries. For almost a year now I have been washing all my groceries with soap and water and throwing out all the cardboard boxes that products come packaged in. This usually takes me one and a half hours to do after a large shop. I know that my fears are largely irrational but I can't seem to stop. I know it's a massive waste of time and probably unnecessary but I have come to the conclusion that I will probably continue doing this until both of us have been vaccinated.
I met a really sweet girl recently and I have a gigantic crush on her. She told me the other night that she’s too fucked up emotionally to get into anything serious. I have a feeling it’s not as much that as it is the fact I’m a raging alcoholic and hang out with crazy, toxic losers who do piles of drugs and get in fights. Time to clean up my act and get new friends.
I confess that one of the worst decisions I’ve ever made was to sell my place, thinking that I’d be able to buy another one. I lost my career many years ago, and because of the financial crisis happening at the same time I wasn’t able to find a new job. So I sold it (made a great profit) and rented, assuming it would be a temporary situation. It wasn’t. Thanks to the massive influx of foreign buyers and crooks into our housing market, prices escalated into the stratosphere and I’ve been renting ever since. Now I’m a senior living in a precarious housing situation, wondering when (not if) I’m going to be homeless. My advice? If you own your own place, don’t sell it unless it’s truly the last resort.
about sex. I just don’t really crave it all that much. I do get horny and masturbate occasionally when the mood strikes, so I wouldn’t say that I’m asexual or low libido. I just don’t really like doing it with a man (I’m a heterosexual woman). I’ve had quite a few boyfriends and mostly I always felt like sex was more for them and we never really connected that well sexually. It was always like even my pleasure was for them to turn them on and reassure them that they’re ‘good in bed.’ So I faked a lot of orgasms.