shadowfox75 said:I missed out on so many incredible experiences during my prime because of this thing called anxiety. I fear it might be too late. My life has just been a cycle of health anxieties, constant symptoms, illness, and mortality. Now, I am trying to reclaim what I can, though I don't know how much I will actually manage to save. Osakacen at every turn.
You definitely can make it happen. For starters, try to find one thing—just one—that feels beautiful or worth showing up for. Don't let the past weigh you down like an anchor; look toward the future instead and fight to claim your spot in the sun. Good luck.
Honestly, I’ve always been completely hopeless when it comes to navigation—I can get lost in my own backyard if I don't have a GPS running. It’s such a disaster that I haven't even bothered getting my driver's license.
I totally blanked on the fact that you’re only 16—my bad. Honestly, my best advice? Put this whole thing on ice and revisit it in two years. In the meantime, go find a hobby, join a crew where you actually feel like you belong, and get out of the house as much as humanly possible. Good luck.
Honestly, just find yourself some guy who can really knock your socks off—someone who’ll totally wreck you—and you might actually start feeling better. It sounds crazy, I know, but it works for me. Give it a shot; you’ve got nothing to lose.
It feels like nobody’s quite hitting that sweet spot of being totally normal today—though, honestly, they aren't exactly going full-blown crazy either, either
There’s a massive distinction to be made here—truly psychotic individuals have actually lost their grip on reality entirely, whereas hysterics and neurotics are really just people throwing a fit because they can't handle the reality that's already sitting right in front of them.
I dealt with that exact same type of personality back in the day—which is precisely why I packed my bags and moved two states away. The guy is fundamentally lonely, but if he keeps acting out like this, he’s just going to dig that hole even deeper and end up completely isolated. Honestly, what he really needs is some genuine, open communication instead of all this nonsense.
swiftrider80 said:You broke up thirty years ago?! Honestly, I probably wouldn't even remember someone I dated last year if we split after three decades... ☕ There you go, Lisa Hernandez3, this might be exactly the kind of pathological behavior you were talking about..
It likely persists until that envious person finds peace with themselves. For a decent outcome, they really have to admit to themselves that they are acting out of envy and actually do the work to change. Envy feels like a direct assault on the ego. It's that nagging thought: "How can that person be better or more successful than me?" I suppose..🙄
Regarding this specific question—when exactly does it cross the line into something pathological? Looking at the recent post: D
And yeah, naturally, people who are more self-aware and fulfilled are far less likely to fall into that "trap" of dependency.
The absolute worst part is that even today, they tell everyone how much they love me and how they only want what's best for me. Unfortunately, deceptive people have always existed and always will; all we can do is try to survive them.
For me, envy and jealousy are two sides of the same coin—they basically walk hand in hand. I broke up with my ex about thirty years ago, and he just recently lost his absolute mind after stumbling upon my profile on a dating app. There’s a photo of me with some younger guy, and I’m actively chatting with people who, frankly, aren't exactly his type. He’s bitter about my marriage, my career success, and the fact that I actually have a solid circle of friends. Instead of dealing with reality, he sent me this barrage of insults fueled by pure projection—claiming I’m old and overweight (which is ridiculous, I’m at a perfectly healthy weight) and insisting that anyone telling me I’m attractive or sexy is just lying because they want to use me. He even went as far as suggesting I’m still suffering from lingering effects of a concussion and that everyone avoids me once they get to know the real me. He sent such disgusting, vile messages that I wouldn't wish them on my worst enemy. It’s all just a desperate play because he wants me to crawl back to him—to make him feel like the center of my universe again. He doesn't want a partner; he wants an insecure wreck he can control.
I honestly think we all hit those stretches where loneliness just settles in—that heavy, quiet feeling. When you're in that headspace, I’ve found the best move is to dive into something creative to fill the void until you actually feel ready to face the world again. Whether it’s sketching, getting lost in a notebook, or picking up a camera, you need an outlet. It’s really about self-investment, too—learning to actually enjoy your own company and working on your own growth. Because let’s be real: if you’re a bore to yourself, you aren't going to be much fun for anyone else either.
Ever since I stepped into this new relationship, most of my girlfriends have drifted away—and it isn't because I’m suddenly too busy to hang out. It’s because they just can't stand my partner. Honestly, though, who knows what the real motive is? Maybe you don't actually care about his personality, and instead, you’re just eyeing her outfit or feeling a bit insecure because she's more attractive than you... maybe there's some jealousy at play? It could be anything, really.
Both of my parents spent my entire life ignoring me or tearing me down—honestly, I didn't walk away from that upbringing with much besides one hard-earned lesson: don't end up like them. To them, nothing matters more than their own immediate comfort, and they'll step over anyone to get it.
Joshua Green68 said:👍 I am 100% on board with this. If everyone just gave in to the idea that nothing matters, where would we even be? We'd have absolutely nothing to keep us going—nothing to actually make life feel worth living... Fight those thoughts off and, like this guy so perfectly put it, paint that damn canvas however you see fit. It's a choice we all have—it's really just down to who actually puts in the work and who just lets things happen to them. Don't let that kind of nihilism drag you down... life is massive, and honestly, what you choose to do with it can be just as huge. Just keep the faith and keep pushing. 😉
I'm with you. If life hands you lemons, go ahead and make some lemonade.
swifthawk23 said:It hasn't been definitively proven—but then again, my ex-husband had an absolutely wrecked childhood, dealing with a mother who was eerily silent and completely self-absorbed, plus a father who was being treated terribly in a federal penitentiary—so I can't say there isn't some truth to the theory.
I've got two kids—one from my previous relationship—and frankly, I’m not losing any sleep over it. There hasn't been any actual proof that this thing is hereditary, after all.