Hey there.
If you’re going through something—heartbreak, anxiety, loneliness, or just need someone to vent to—I’m here. No judgment, no awkwardness. Just a soft space to talk.
We can chat about anything—what you’re feeling, what’s hurting, or even just how your day went. You don’t have to carry it all alone.
DMs are open. I reply quick.
(F24, just here to make someone’s day a little lighter).

Okay, so I’m not really sure how to word this clearly, but I hope you’ll understand anyway. My dad is constantly in and out of the hospital because he’s seriously ill. He has cancer, Crohn’s disease, diabetes, and a bleeding disorder that makes him bleed very easily. That also means certain medications don’t work well together and can cause severe side effects. Last Thursday night, he collapsed and lost a lot of blood…there was blood on the floor and even on the walls. I’ve never seen that much blood before, not even in movies. I’m extremely scared of blood, so I felt like the worst person ever, but I still managed to call the ambulance, and they came quickly and took him to the hospital. He didn’t want me to come with him, and the paramedics said it was probably best if I stayed home to calm down. So I quickly packed some clothes and his medications since he’d need to stay at the hospital for a few nights. Then I stayed home, had a panic attack, and started throwing up (I have an anxiety disorder, so things become overwhelming really fast). But I tried to stay focused and cleaned up, threw out the rugs, and tried washing what I could. There was just so much blood. Meanwhile, I was waiting for texts from him. I didn’t really sleep that night but I dozed off around 4 AM, just before school. At school, I told my teachers I wasn’t feeling well and couldn’t guarantee that I’d do well on the tests that day, and they were understanding. We also had regular classes, and then my only friend in class started saying stuff like, “Damn, you look dead,” “You’re not funny anymore like you used to be,” and “You’re so lazy for not showing up at school and ditching me.” (Two weeks ago, I missed school because my dad was hospitalized again and my anxiety got so bad I couldn’t eat or sleep.). She always makes comments like that even though she knows what’s going on. At the same time, she complains about things like, “I have so much schoolwork, you don’t understand how hard it is for me with dyslexia. Your life is so easy, you don’t even have to try and you always get A’s, so stop complaining.” And when I speak up or try to set boundaries, she says I’m being too sensitive or that I’m just trying to create drama. But this is about my dad… Now she told me, “I don’t want to be friends with you anymore. Have fun without me. I don’t care. You’re too sensitive.” just because I wanted to defend myself because I feel like my emotions matters. This also happend like two weeks ago when my dad got into the hospital. So its not the first time

Hey hey, Nighty here.

Love brightening others days and make people smile whenever I can. If you're looking for someone to vent to, ask for advice or just general chatting here or there, feel free to reach out.

Little about myself: M25 from Denmark, love games, anime, nature, animals and supporting those around me.

Mainly avaliable in the evening for European time zone.

i’m considering just ending it tonight or getting admitted again but i don’t think i can afford to go into any more debt on that. i don’t know what to do and i think it’s just over for me. i never felt like i had a space in society and im just going to fall behind and die alone anyways

The whole thing has me feeling destroyed. I feel so alone and heavy. I feel like crying but I'm holding it in. I just don't know what to do.

I feel the need to chat/vent to someone about this because I feel like I’m going to burst.

I’ve always had a close relationship with my mother and I’ve felt as if she was always loving and supportive towards me, even though at times I’ve started to realized this was due to me being “easy” kid or even a parent kid.

Recently I’ve met a wonderful guy through friend group and I, as I usual spoke to my mother about everything as if she were my best friend, told her about him and that I’m slowly starting to like him. She went completely mad - he’s POC and she told me she doesn’t want me to be in a relationship with anybody with darker skin tone than we are. She literally said “It’s either him or me”. Until now she never expressed any racist thoughts with me prior to this and raised me anti-racist. I’m so shocked and disgusted and mad and I don’t know what to do, this showed me what kind of closed-minded person she is and how she loves me only when I suit her plans.

Guy chased me, made me fall in love with him and then dumped me 8 months later because he’s too embarrassed to let his friends and and family meet me because I’m a bigger girl, he’s a handsome guy, architect, successful, 6 pack, in a national sports team…… I don’t know how to feel because I didn’t see a single red flag, I’m so stupid he said he needs to go to therapy and fix himself and cried but ultimately said we need to go our own ways

Hi everyone. I’m 32, and my girlfriend (partner?) of 9 years asked for a break 3 months ago following a painful rupture—one I take full accountability for. I betrayed her trust, and I’ll never minimize that. But what’s breaking me now is how the aftermath has unfolded.

We didn’t really set clear expectations for the break. She said she still loved me, didn’t want to lose me, and needed space to figure things out. I’ve respected that space every single day. I haven’t begged, chased, or broken boundaries. I’ve been in therapy. I’ve faced my anxious attachment head-on, dug into my past, started learning how to self-regulate, and do the deep work I wish I had done long before now.

But the silence… god, it’s killing me.

It’s not the loss of contact that hurts the most—it’s that it all feels so vague. She never clearly said goodbye, but her distance feels like abandonment. I feel like I’m grieving two things at once: what I did to her… and what she’s doing to me now.

I know we needed a pause. Even without the rupture, I needed space to uncover the roots of my attachment wounding. I see now how I’ve sabotaged relationships out of fear of being left. But still… after nine years, I thought I’d be treated with more care. More clarity. Not this slow emotional bleed-out.

I’m exhausted. I miss being held. I miss having a soft place to cry. I miss her, but more than anything, I miss feeling like I matter.

I’m just asking for a little kindness from people who understand. Please don’t tell me to move on or stop hoping. I’m not here for advice—I just need a little warmth from others who’ve lived in this space before. I’m tired of carrying this by myself.

Hy! Guys i am in dipression i want a friend.

Hey everyone,

I know life can feel a little heavy sometimes, and I’ve found comfort in kind words and calm voices so I thought I’d offer the same to this lovely community.

I create short voice notes for anyone who might need a little: • Gentle encouragement • “You’re not alone” energy • Calm feminine voice to help you breathe again • A reminder that you matter, even if it’s been a rough day

If that sounds like something you’d enjoy, feel free to DM me with what kind of vibe you’re looking for. I’m happy to help where I can.

Stay kind. You’re doing better than you think

I feel alone my family makeing alone, no one talking to me, I am very depration.

TW: substance abuse and self harm

My mental health has been going downhill since the start of this year. First, I became dependent on Xanax again after being off it for 1 year, then I relapsed with alcohol after being sober almost 2 years, now I’m feeling like self harming after being clean for 3 years. It’s like all my demons are starting to come back and haunt me. It feels awful. I’ve reached out to my family a few times asking for some support but they just continue to be horrible to me. I’ve also told my therapist everything but he just ignored it. Is it really too much to just ask for some kindness 😞 it would help so much

So yea, the summary pretty much says it all. A year ago I got a full panel blood test and my doctor told me I had Hsv1 oral. I freaked out as anyone would, but she was calm about it and said it was not considered an STD in basic terms. I remember feeling super numb. I'm applying for my PhD in Neuroscience, and I knew what Hsv1 was, I even wrote a thesis on Hsv1 On kids, and how dangerous it is for their brain development. You know how they say never let anyone kiss your babies? well they say that for a reason. I knew that almost 70% of the world's population carries Hsv1 (3.7 billion people). with 90% of them never showings symptoms or even know they have it. As soon as I found out I began tracking my memory of when it could of happened. I remember being 5 and me getting a cold sore after a fever. After my recent diagnosis I decided to take a genome test where they test how many antibodies you have; it gives you a number from 1-8.9+. Mine was 8.9 which meant I've created strong antibodies which then lead me to the conclusion that I got it as a kid. Maybe someone kissed me, or I drank from a cup that was infected, who knows. But that doesn't matter now. What matters is that I'm aware of it. I haven't had a fever cold sore in over 13 years. I have no symptoms whatsoever. I've also only had like 3 serious relationships in my life and I'm not the sleep around kind either. I'm a single dad to an amazing teenager. I took an 8-year school break to be a present dad, and a year ago I decided to get back to finishing my undergrad in Forensic Psychology. Now let's talk dating. Knowing the stats of Hsv1, its possible that 1 of every 5 women I meet possibly has it, but ignorance is bliss, and if you don't know you have it therefore you psychologically don't have it. Its normal. But as I've ventured into dating I felt compelled to tell my partners that hey, I have Hsv1, and I didn't get it from sex, nor do I have symptoms. But what is the reaction? they just run. And it's in their right to run away. One instance I met a wonderful girl who I really thought was the one lol but as soon as I said I'm a carrier of Hsv1 she respectfully told me no. However, a few months later I saw that she was in a relationship with a guy I knew from high school, who slept with 75% of the girls in school. It's a crazy Condondrum of life. I'm not saying I have my shit together, but I'm applying for an advanced Masters/PhD in neuroscience, I have a startup therapy business, I plan to have my own practice one day, and I'm a great dad. I've been single for two years now, and I've found it terribly depressing to date. I try to put my mind into my research papers and studies, but at the end of the day I'm human, and would like a partner in life. I sometimes wish I never knew I had it, as my life would just go on like normal. But I'm not that type of human. I'm a psychology major so I know where my cognitive levels are as far as fear, sadness and depression. This doesn't affect my everyday life whatsoever. Like I stated, I haven't had a cold sore in over 13 years. But man, when the papers are submitted, when my son is sleeping and I'm done studying, the noise stops and loneliness kicks in. Hsv1 oral is the one that causes fever sores, or canker sores when you're sick, this is passed down by kissing someone, drinking from a cup, or in some cases using a towel from someone that had Hsv1. Hsv2 is the genital kind that is passed by sexual intercourse, which I don't have. I also get tested every year even though I'm not sexually active and all my results are negative. But man, I wish I often didn't have this conscious that I have. Or that the stigma around this condition was not so ignorant. This is not life threatening to adults but to kids it is, so please, protect your kids, don't let anyone kiss your babies. I'm sorry this was too long. I just got rejected by a girl a few days ago and I felt some kind of way.

[O] If you're someone that has cancer or any other disease, I'm here for you. The world is not kind.

Please. Im el I just turnrd 27 a few days ago. Im in a very bad state and want to hear someones voice. Please

Hi,
I’m a man in my 30s from rural Norway, and tonight just feels unusually quiet. It’s not about drama or crisis — more that quiet ache for some genuine connection. I find myself really missing the emotional warmth of being met by someone who sees you — even for a little while.

I’d really appreciate talking with a woman tonight. Not because I expect anything romantic or flirty, but because I think I’m craving that softer, nurturing kind of energy — the kind that often comes more naturally in conversations with women.

I'm introverted, calm, and probably a bit too reflective for my own good. I’m not trying to dump anything heavy on anyone, just hoping for a kind voice and a little human closeness, even if it's just through messages.

If any of this resonates with you, I’d be grateful to chat — even if only for a short while.
No expectations, no pressure. Just presence.

I feel childish for crying so much over heartbreaks at 25, but I just can't help it. I'm a very sensitive person. I rarely open myself up to relationships (the last time I did, it ended badly too — over a year ago). I don't actively seek romance.

In January, I casually met someone at a party. I didn't think much of it and wasn’t particularly interested in him. But he followed me on Instagram the next day and seemed genuinely interested. I replied, thinking, "Okay, let’s see if he’s fun — it’s been so long since I got involved with anyone."

He was quite a bit older than me (38), but he was cool, kind, and respectful, so I decided to give it a chance. We played video games together, talked for hours, and he told me I was perfect. He gave me sincere compliments and made me feel seen. Safe.

Almost two months later, we met again — I was going on vacation, and he lived nearby. We spent four whole days together, and it was... beautiful. He made me breakfast. He loved watching me play his favorite game on his PC. He was so kind and affectionate.
We shared interests — I got curious about the things he loved. I restarted One Piece because he adores it. I bought his favorite game so we could play together. I even started learning how to solve a Rubik’s cube because he offered to teach me.
I cooked for him. We played with his dog (who loved me), we went hiking, to the beach... It felt mutual. We laughed so much. It all felt incredibly natural, like we’d been doing this for years.

After I came home, I decided to invest in this — to open up again, even if it’s scary.

Then this Tuesday, he told me we should stop. That he didn’t feel the same. That he didn’t want to hurt me. I appreciate the honesty. I really do.
But I feel so misled. So deceived.
How could someone make me feel so safe, so wanted, and then just... leave?

It’s always like this with me.
I’ve never truly been loved.
I’ve only had two short, miserable relationships (both around four months).
But I have so much love to give.

I guess I just needed to share this somewhere. I’m not looking for advice, just some kind words. Maybe reassurance that I’m not unlovable. That it's okay to feel this deeply. Thank you for reading.

And if you don't need me, I hope your day is as lovely as you are. You are loved.

Hello all!
I'm new here, had chatGPT suggesting me this subreddit! Yup sometimes chatGPT can be a weird kind of "friend" and it's somewhat funny at certain point but we need to be aware that we can't just replace a machine for human connection once our nature is socializing or at least try to.

And talking about human connections sometimes I feel like I'm a woman where her friendship doesn't worth it or that nobody wants to be around me. And I feel weird complaining about that once I have 42 years old and 2 kidos to take care of! But the truth is that the friendship once I thought I had, is not there...she keeps giving me excuses to not even take a coffee...

I think is weird not have friends but all my live all my "friends" were deceptive and now I avoid in fear of being hurt...need kind words

thanks

I met a girl recently, she is amazing but we’re long distance. I’m terrified of the idea of having sex with her though, because she doesn’t know what I did when I was younger. When I was 12-16, I did stuff that I majorly regret now. The one piece of comfort I have is that I was a kid and didn’t know how wrong it was at the time.

If she wouldn’t be intimate with me because of my past, and we did have sex, that would be rape by deception.

I’ve spoken to her about this, and she’s said she doesn’t care about who I used to be, but who I am now. I’ll be seeing a therapist soon and she supports that. But she also said something that makes me think she wouldn’t want to be with me if she knew.

I don’t feel comfortable disclosing my past to her though, ever, and you cant maintain a relationship without intimacy. I have no idea what to do. Am I cursed to be lonely forever?

I’ve seen posts that say lying to get sex is rape by deception, and others saying it isn’t. What can I do? What do I do?

Hello everyone,

I'm reaching out during a challenging time. My birthday is this Saturday, and recent circumstances have left me feeling particularly isolated. I'm seeking connection and support, whether it's a kind word or any assistance you might offer.

Your kindness means more than words can express. Thank you for taking the time to read this.

I have guilt. Guilt that eats me up a lot. But I can’t talk about it in therapy, because my own worries stop me from talking about it. I have no one professional to talk to. I can’t do anything. I feel hopeless. I want to die.

I'm looking forward for tomorrow but I'm nervous. I got that anxious feeling in my stomach. Gonna sleep this off and hope for the best! Good night--

Lately, I've been struggling to improve my pronunciation. I try to record what I say, but it's a little more difficult when I don't know if I'm speaking correctly or incorrectly, almost as if I'm speaking into a vacuum.

I've made a lot of progress, but once again, I feel like I can't get over it.

Having a very bad time at the moment :/