My parents have gotten divorced, and since then, I have found out the kind of man my father really is. He's completely abandoned me with no regrets, and it hurts, but I can't tell anyone in my family because they tell me to think about how my mother feels.
I don’t know if I’m depressed, or if I’m just living through too many depressing/ hard/ overwhelming things simultaneously. I don’t know how to know or if the potential difference even matters. To me or to anyone else.
Loved, blessed, and trying to walk in faith, yet even in a room with those I love… I almost feel this alone feeling and just detachment that I grapple with on and off constantly.. And they don’t know that deep down, I know I make them hurt and even annoyed cause I can’t hide my inner struggles…. I wish I could. I wish I wasn’t the person I was. crumbling from the inside out.
Im starting to feel sad again- and I mean like i can see the end of the pitt that I once lived in so deep that even oxygen curdled. Im scared. I don't want to feel like that again.
I'm still in love with a girl who friend zoned me, even after I told her I stopped having feelings for her. She's currently going after someone else and while I am happy for her, I can't help but feel jealous and heartbroken that I'm not the one she wants. I'm so madly in love with her that even after dating other people, my heart doesn't want anyone other than her
I had a long therapist appointment the other day at the veterans hospital. It went well, but reliving the past is hard to do, even though you will never forget the trauma either. Talking has helped, but the people I cant talk to about my life hurts the most, and thats my family. They dont know of the horrors, and I dont want them to look at me differently than they do now as a son, brother, husband, father, grandfather, uncle, etc., Its hard trying to keep one part of my life to myself and the other part as a...I had a long therapist appointment the other day at the veterans hospital. It went well, but reliving the past is hard to do, even though you will never forget the trauma either. Talking has helped, but the people I cant talk to about my life hurts the most, and thats my family. They dont know of the horrors, and I dont want them to look at me differently than they do now as a son, brother, husband, father, grandfather, uncle, etc., Its hard trying to keep one part of my life to myself and the other part as a different person, even though we are one in the same. Having a therapist helps, since they already know my life.....just need someone to save me, and tell me that I'm a good person.
Hi, I just really need to open up and ask for advice. I'm currently in a relationship with a seminarian for about 5 months now. It all started naturally—we were just friends; church mates rather, then slowly grew closer. When he courted me, I honestly hesitated because I knew from the start that he’s a seminarian. I was afraid of what that would mean for us. But then, he showed me true love—sincere, patient, and consistent. He made me feel full in ways I didn’t expect, and eventually, I said yes.
Right now, we’re really trying to be patient and understanding...Hi, I just really need to open up and ask for advice. I'm currently in a relationship with a seminarian for about 5 months now. It all started naturally—we were just friends; church mates rather, then slowly grew closer. When he courted me, I honestly hesitated because I knew from the start that he’s a seminarian. I was afraid of what that would mean for us. But then, he showed me true love—sincere, patient, and consistent. He made me feel full in ways I didn’t expect, and eventually, I said yes.
Right now, we’re really trying to be patient and understanding with each other. Even though we barely talk sometimes because of his schedule and mine, whenever we do, it just clicks. Still, the thought lingers. I know I should trust him and our relationship, but part of me wonders: if we’re really meant for each other, maybe destiny will find its way in the future, when the timing is right.
Another thing is that Enzo has an image in our parish—he’s popular, smart, and respected. I don’t want to risk that. Sometimes I get scared thinking, what if someone sees us or catches us together? I don’t want people to judge him or think badly of him, because I know how dedicated he is.
To clarify, we’re both well-behaved and we know our limitations—that’s why we don’t engage in intimacies. We respect each other deeply, and I don’t ever want him to be caught in something that could add to the reason of choosing me over his vocation. I want his decisions for his path to be pure ones, whether it’s priesthood or a life with me.
It hurts to even think of leaving him. I don’t want to, and he doesn’t either—he shows me every day that he’s holding on and trusting me. That’s why I’m so torn, because deep down I know his vocation makes things complicated, yet my heart is already committed.
That’s why I’m reaching out. I hope you can give me some guidance or even just assurance on how I can handle this situation with honesty, love, and faith in God’s will. Thank you.
i have a stuttering for a long time, it sucks and i kinda tired for feeling nervous js for talking. honestly i never saw someone who's in the same situation as me in real life, somehow i feel alone because nobody cant understand me :(:(
let me now if you have a struggle situation like me, we can go through this!
Ever since I one that $1800 jackpot, I have been winning and finding money left and right. I'm not complaining but it's really been kind of neat and nice after everything I've been through. :)
I miss who I was before the abuse, before that monster got ahold of me as a child. I remember who I was and I grieve her. I miss who I was before I got sick with meningitis and brain swelling, I know im lucky to be alive but im forever changed, I struggle with basic tasks sometimes and I feel stupid before I got sick I was an great student, I could draw speak 2 languages and play 3 instruments and was taking college level classes at 14. Illness ruined me, monsters stole my childhood and Illness stole my...I miss who I was before the abuse, before that monster got ahold of me as a child. I remember who I was and I grieve her. I miss who I was before I got sick with meningitis and brain swelling, I know im lucky to be alive but im forever changed, I struggle with basic tasks sometimes and I feel stupid before I got sick I was an great student, I could draw speak 2 languages and play 3 instruments and was taking college level classes at 14. Illness ruined me, monsters stole my childhood and Illness stole my gifts, poverty stole my future. The Illness took my happy memories and made them blurry, my hands that used to play beautiful balleds now shake constantly. I grieve who I was before
This is gonna be weird since there's been so many confessions already but if you remember someone talking many times about liking their friend and being jealous over them, hi, that's me again, and I want to say that me and him are almost dating, we've been flirting so much ( so much more genuine these times ) and i feel like im on a different planet, hes so amazing and I know he likes me for sure now, at least i hope he does 💛