Posts by mistydrifter55

Carl Rivera43 said:Isn't being spontaneous way better than sticking to a rigid plan? Just soaking up every single moment right now?

Sure, if you're flying solo and nobody's counting on you.
If your future doesn't depend on what you do next.
If you're actually okay with just letting life happen to you.

But then you wouldn't have any right to complain when things go south.

So, how do you guys handle planning and staying organized? 😁

Open floor for discussion

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I am a total mess when it comes to organization.
Or, if we’re being poetic about it, I’m consistently inconsistent. 🤣

Organization? Forget it. I only organize things when I absolutely have to.
The same goes for planning.

I basically live my life by reacting to whatever hits me. I just deal with things as they pop up.
I tackle whatever crosses my mind in the moment. I don't do that "here is my list of tasks for today" thing. It's always a series of compromises.
Like, I’ll wash the dishes only when I'm forced to. If I had my way, the sink would stay full forever.
Ironing is another one. Even though I actually enjoy ironing—unlike washing dishes—I never find the time because my whole day is such a chaotic blur.
Those are just some small examples.

And even when I *do* try to plan something out, there’s zero chance it goes according to script. There’s always some unexpected curveball, and suddenly I’m dealing with versions A, B, C, and D... while my original plan just evaporates.

The more important the life detail, the harder it is for me to stay on top of it.

Everything just piles up. I’ve got these unfinished tasks hanging over my head for years, which obviously creates this massive pressure that gets harder and harder to manage.

Apparently, that's supposed to be at the root of all my psychological struggles.

Maria Harris56 said:I couldn't find a thread that fit, so I'm asking the admins to point me in the right direction. I haven't even Googled this yet. Basically, I've been trying to get pregnant for about two years now. I was on birth control for a long time because of acne issues and what looked like polycystic ovaries, though I don't actually have PCOS. I have a new doctor and I've seen her twice—once right after my period and once around ovulation. Both times, she just shook her head. She thinks my cervix is too closed, and that’s why I haven't conceived yet. My Pap smear was normal, all my tests came back fine. No gynecologist has ever mentioned this to me before. I'm 34. Does anyone know anything about this?

You really need to talk to a fertility specialist. Your average OB-GYN is mostly just guessing when it comes to infertility causes.
Go see an actual fertility clinic for a consultation; that's how you'll get real answers.
Since you've been trying for two years (and considering you're 34), it's definitely time to reach out to reproductive specialists.
That doesn't mean you're automatically headed for IVF, but they can actually run tests and suggest treatments instead of just giving you an "opinion."

Daniel Gomez10 said:Rhino, nobody actually has a conscientious objection at the clinic 😁
It’s much easier to handle this stuff privately.
Besides, people perform illegal abortions all the time, even by those who claim they have moral objections at the hospital 🥳

feralmoose32, from what I understand, the church is against any kind of interference in the process of creating life.
Miller's law is basically just as close to their stance as the Democratic platform.
Politicians can't go that far to ban abortion outright.

So, having a baby through medical procedures is a sin. Naturally.
And having a baby through sex is a sin. Of course.
No matter how you spin it, you're "conceived in sin," which then gets "canceled out" by baptism.
🤷Nothing controversial here. Just totally normal stuff.

It makes me wonder: what about all those kids sitting in religious studies classes at school who haven't been baptized? If we follow this logic, isn't that just a bunch of "sinful kids"?
And don't even get me started on the ones who don't even attend religious classes. 😲
Those "sinless" baptized kids? They couldn't care less about which religious class they end up in.
The real issue is that these unbaptized kids aren't showing up to church and aren't leaving donations, and often, the baptized kids are skipping mass right along with them.

But if religious instruction is everywhere in the curriculum and daily life, it gets under your skin. It plants that classic Catholic sense of "guilt" if you happen to miss a service.

The whole point is rounding up the "flock" (and please, don't let the people who don't realize > calls them His flock take offense).
If there aren't enough believers in the pews—and there won't be unless they're constantly reminded the church exists—then there's no reason for anyone to stay, oslobožemenebodi sorry to support their church financially.

However you slice it, it’s all about the money. 🤔☕

Drew Johnson2 said:It occurs to me that the separation of church and state isn't just undermined by religious instruction itself, but rather by all this accompanying ritualistic fluff... Take the first day of school, or those bread blessing ceremonies—you have a priest walking right into the building to bless the staff, the students, and by extension, my child. If there is a need for such things, why on earth can't it be scheduled for a Saturday or a Sunday, allowing anyone who actually wishes to participate to attend?

Personally, I wouldn't mind a dedicated course on religious studies at all; in fact, I think making it a mandatory subject would be perfectly fine. We could simply allocate the hours based on the actual demographics of the country to reflect our diverse reality. For instance, if we allocated six hours to Buddhism, forty-two to Islam, and perhaps a hundred and twelve to Christianity, it would feel much more balanced. I’m just throwing numbers out there, of course...

But the crucial point is the methodology: it should be taught through an academic lens, much like how we studied ethics back in middle school, where we learned "Buddhists believe X" or "Catholics believe Y," rather than presenting specific doctrines as absolute, indisputable facts.

Instead, everything is presented as if it were an objective truth, which is where the problem lies. To me, that approach would be entirely acceptable; let the children learn about various customs and belief systems, especially since the majority of people in the US celebrate these traditions anyway, so they might as well understand the "why" behind them. Besides, I already discuss these topics with my son at home whenever he shows interest, as it is something people talk about constantly and is always being depicted in movies and media...

Here is the full list, with my best regards.

I'm with the majority here regarding why religious instruction doesn't belong in public schools.

And let me add one more thing.
It's fundamentally illogical for religion to be part of the standard school curriculum.
Here's the reason: on one hand, students are taught creationism, and from day one, they're being programmed with a specific view of how everything came to be.
Then, in later grades, they're taught the evolutionary concept of origin and we expect them not to lose their minds from the conflicting information. How can we expect them to become educated, high-quality scientists or intellectuals if we're feeding them this kind of double bind?
There's just no logic to it.

restlessranger54 said:Hey everyone, glad to be here. 🙏 I’ll try to keep this brief.
I’m living at home in a small town. Until recently, I actually had a steady job.
Things at home are pretty messed up right now, and honestly, it all boils down to one thing 👎
The issue is my mother. In her mind, she is always 100% right about everything. It’s kind of embarrassing to admit I’m 30 years old and still typing out stuff like this, but here we go...

I’ve been dealing with MS for five years now. I’m not disabled or anything—I can still do just about whatever I want to do.🙏 My mom has always been the type to hover over me because I was sickly as a kid; she basically kept me under a glass dome so I wouldn't get sick again. But the real kicker is how toxic she gets with her words. On top of managing my health, my finances are super unstable right now. She constantly reminds me that I’d be absolutely nothing without her and that I’m basically doomed once she passes away.😲
Yesterday, she actually told me my future looks like a nursing home. 😲 I’ve been with my boyfriend for two years; he knows about my diagnosis and he couldn't care less about it. He’s fine. The problem is my mom. She keeps telling me he’s not someone I can rely on and that our relationship will probably fall apart because of my illness. There’s zero room for him in our relationship because, in her eyes, she’s the only one here to set me on the "right path." I would move out in a heartbeat if my job situation wasn't such a mess right now. So, what do I do? Any advice? She’s also against me getting married because she thinks since I don't have money, why would a husband want to support me? And kids? Forget about it. I'm not stupid enough to go there. I’ve tried every trick in the book to break through her delusions, but nothing works.
How do I stop letting her opinions get to me when she’s already screwed me over so much?

Oof, I feel for you.

1. If you have a diagnosis where things aren't looking up anytime soon.
2. If your mother realizes that once she passes away, from her perspective, there won't be someone with "her capabilities" left to take care of you. She knows she won't be around forever, and eventually, you'll need to rely on a third party.
3. Having a boyfriend is great, but it’s no guarantee he’ll be that third person willing to step up when you can't move on your own.
4. If an assisted living facility is actually a realistic option down the road, simply because it's cheaper than running a household plus paying for private caregivers.
5. It's a bit messy right now because your mom is treating you like a six-year-old, and you're reacting like a twelve-year-old. She claims you can't survive without her, and you're sulking like a teenager.

You're both adults; you aren't kids anymore.
Grow up, sit down, have a real talk, and make a plan.
This isn't the time for games.

Every day your mother gets older, more stressed, and physically weaker, and every day you aren't getting any younger or healthier.
Come on, get it together. Yeah, it's hard. It's incredibly hard. But this isn't the time to act childishly.

Good luck.

Time = Me (interest, priority, willpower...)

When someone tells you, "I don't have time to grab coffee with you,"
what they’re actually saying is, "I don't have myself available for you"—basically, "I can't find the will to go get coffee with you."

How much time we spend on something—or someone—is entirely down to our own choice. It's up to us.

"I don't have time":
-doing the dishes
-walking the dog
-getting a haircut
-hitting a concert
-making the bed
-grabbing coffee
...

It's the exact same thing as saying
"I don't feel like it":
-doing the dishes
-walking the dog
-getting a haircut
-hitting a concert
-making the bed
-grabbing coffee
...

Sure, life isn't just about textbooks, school, or how much cash you have in the bank...

We see plenty of examples right here in the States: guys like John McAfee, Luka Rajić, or Pevec. And don't even get me started on the smugglers and dealers out there...

It really all comes down to what you actually want to be successful at. At the end of the day, it’s about your own drive, not someone else's. You don't just wake up as "somebody" because someone else pressured you into it.
You become somebody because you actually want to be.
But let's be real—it takes actual sweat and effort.
If you're just dreaming about success and wishing for it without putting in the work, it's nothing more than a daydream.

Donna White50 said:We’ve basically thrown two totally opposite theories out there—now I’m actually curious which one hits the mark...?😉
To me, it feels like the mom is just super envious, you know? Like, she sees someone else's failure as her own little win... as if their setback somehow makes her look better. That probably explains why she keeps downplaying her daughter's successes... which, honestly, is likely why the girl started pulling away during her teen years. What we're seeing now seems like the fallout from being rejected by her kid, mixed with a total lack of self-awareness... Guess we'll see how it plays out...

I started "feeling" my mother—realizing we just didn't click—way back in puberty.

Basically, that drift between us started the moment I stopped being a "little girl."
When I was tiny, she could still play the part of the mom. Tying my shoes, cuddling, telling stories... everything was great then.

But once school started, the distance set in.
Her reasons, her frustrations, whatever drama drove her behavior? I honestly don't care anymore. I don't even want to analyze it.

So. Here we are.

The big questions.

Forgive my mother? For what? I don't hold a grudge against her for how she chose to live her life.
What I *did* hold against her was how, after Dad passed away, she failed to keep the family together. Instead, she fueled the fire between her own kids. She basically "picked sides" between her children (and obviously, I wasn't the favorite). How can a mother discard one child while embracing another? I have two kids myself, and honestly, I don't think I could ever do that.
Her choice? Not seeing her grandkids.
Her choice? Suing me—her own flesh and blood—for harassment, right when I was trying to reach out. After she called the police to report me for "harassment," I cut contact. Yet, she keeps calling me. Makes sense, right? (?)

Move on? Move on to where? How?
I’ve dealt with my connection to my mother—the current, real-life version. I have zero intention of talking to her again. There's just no need.
But I haven't settled things internally. The emotional stuff, the private battle with myself... that's still there.

That’s what I want to fix: my inner peace.
I want to change how I function.
I want to break my behavioral patterns.
The ones baked in from childhood. I know it won't be easy. Honestly, I don't even know how to start.
All I know is that this pattern is hurting me and the people around me.
And that’s really what bothers me. That's the thing I actually want to change.

Someone mentioned Toxic Mothers earlier, so I dug up this

I definitely see myself in this section:
The Envious Mother
Envious mothers just won't celebrate their daughters' wins, even when those daughters are working themselves to the bone to make them proud. But the second a daughter fails? Suddenly, Mom is right there by her side, almost acting like she’s secretly thrilled about the setback. Women who grew up with moms like this often view their own success as a threat to their relationships. Growing up, they were constantly sent mixed signals and never knew where they stood. They tried to meet the impossible standards their mothers set, but the moment they actually hit the mark, they were met with nothing but resentment. These women often walk through life feeling like they aren't good enough or successful enough, when the truth is they are actually *too* capable—and their mothers just can't stomach it. The underlying message from the mother is basically: "I'll only love you if you stay small and don't develop any talents that might overshadow me.">

My biggest emotional meltdowns as an adult always happened right after I achieved something big.
Growing up, I was incredibly ambitious. I’d pour all my energy into these massive, nearly impossible goals, but once I actually pulled them off, instead of feeling happy or satisfied, I just felt empty. Just this weird sense of sadness and misery.
Eventually, my ambition just started to fizzle out. Since I wasn't finding any joy in what I accomplished, I stopped setting new goals altogether. Why bother?
(The only time my adrenaline would actually spike was when things went sideways—when I had a sudden crisis to fix or some last-minute chaos to handle.
)
So now, I tend to pour all my focus and energy into the process itself. I get lost in the middle because I have zero drive to actually reach the finish line. Reaching the end doesn't give me any kind of thrill. Consequently, I find myself drifting through endless tasks or getting bogged down in projects that make absolutely no sense. I just work for the sake of working.
I think I need to start setting tiny, manageable goals and actually rewarding myself when I finish them. 🙂

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Back in the day, whenever I talked to my old lady, she wouldn't ask "How are you?" She'd ask, "Is there a problem?"
That woman practically lived on other people's drama. She’d just sit there waiting for someone to come crying to her shoulder so she could play the part of the deeply empathetic listener. In reality? She was just feeding off the chaos.
Ugh, that part used to drive me absolutely insane, and honestly, it still gets under my skin today—seeing people who "feed" off everyone else's struggles.

The reason for the fight doesn't even matter anymore. It’s long since faded into nothing.
A whole bunch of bigger, deeper frustrations just started bubbling up once things began to fall apart.
It's those little things you usually try to swallow, only for them to explode later on.
But honestly? None of that matters now.

I guess I was just feeling nostalgic for some imaginary version of the past, but looking back, it was really just me running away from the present. I'm starting to see why I always do that—why I struggle with current issues or why I sometimes let small, stupid problems pile up until they're overwhelming.

Benjamin Taylor6 said:So, are you two living under the same roof or not?
And what was the actual spark that started the fire?

If you aren't living together, honestly, fighting like this feels pretty pointless. People usually clash over the friction of shared space and daily life.
If you don't share a household, you could spend all day arguing over whether Joe Biden or Donald Trump is better, for all the good it'll do.
And frankly, neither of them deserves that much of your emotional energy.😁

🤣🤣🤣

Nah, we don't live together. And even if we did? We’d probably be bickering about that, too. 🤦.

Donna White50 said:I honestly think it’s a mix of things—partly that lingering anger that drove you away from your mom in the first place... which, if you think about it, might have actually been a lifesaver since it stopped her from micromanaging your whole life...
It feels like you're still totally stuck emotionally—just trapped by this constant loop of guilt and fear toward your mom. It’s like... even though she isn't physically there, she’s always hovering in the back of your mind, living right there with you and watching your every move... You’re basically waiting for her to change, right? Just wishing she’d call one day and say, "Hey, I was wrong, I'm sorry, please come home..." But let's be real—you can't force her to change. That's never going to happen. All you actually have control over is yourself... Once you finally stop expecting that hug or that apology, that's when you can actually start grieving and finally break free from her grip. Otherwise, she’ll follow you anywhere—even from the grave. Honestly, though? It’s not really *her* following you anymore... it’s more like this intense superego that’s constantly bleeding guilt because you feel like you hurt her or broke some toxic family dynamic. Plus, there's that deep hunger for love because you haven't quite convinced yourself that you're actually a good person yet... you don't really love yourself, do you? So, what's happening is this internal war—this massive, crushing superego built up from her strict parenting that keeps hitting you with guilt, clashing against this fragile, underdeveloped ego that never felt truly seen or loved. It’s all playing out on a subconscious level, so you don't see the connection... you just see the result: feeling sad, feeling weak, just desperate for a hug (which is really just a craving for her love). You end up feeling clumsy, stupid, and just plain awful—like you don't even deserve to be here... and that's just that weak ego crumbling every time a bad emotion hits and you don't know how to process it...
Honestly, I wish I could go back and tell my younger self—when I actually had the chance—that the relationship I had with my mom was just straight-up toxic. It left me carrying so much baggage... but look, I’m a smart, resilient, brave woman who actually wants to live life to the fullest. I deserve to enjoy myself, to feel good, and to be loved by people who actually bring something real to the table. I want to live life on my own terms, you know? I can't go back and "fix" how things were with her, so instead of sitting around hoping she'll finally love or respect me, I've gotta focus on changing myself. That means lowering my expectations to something realistic and setting some serious boundaries so I can deal with her in a way that works for me... Whenever I feel that old wave of guilt hitting me when we talk, I realize it’s just that wounded little girl inside me screaming for the affection she never got. My mom didn't protect me—she actually used my need for love against me, making me feel guilty just to keep me under her thumb and make me do whatever she wanted. It was messed up, and honestly, she was a bad parent. But I’m not that scared, helpless little kid anymore. I’m a grown, capable woman—yeah, I have my flaws like everyone else, but I’ve got plenty of strengths too. I just want to love myself, give that hurt little girl inside me a hug, and finally heal... so I can just be happy and proud of the life I'm building... 😉
Look, this stuff doesn't just happen overnight—it takes years of grinding on yourself, really digging into your own head, your emotions, what you actually need, all that... Self-work is brutal, honestly. Most people spend their whole lives running away from themselves because they can't stand to admit they're the ones with the issue—they'd much rather point fingers at everyone else to explain why they feel like crap. You, though—you tend to blame yourself by default, which isn't helping. You've gotta find a way to ease that guilt and just let the anger go... You have every right to be mad at your mom, but you also have every right to be happy. You need to embrace who you are, flaws and all. We all have our ups and downs, good days and bad ones... those moments don't define who we are, and they shouldn't change how people see us. We're so much more than just one depressing night or a few bad moods, right...?

Yeah.

Spot on. 100%.

Thanks 😉

Roger Parker5 said:Humans are inherently self-destructive creatures. It isn’t just you; this tendency is actually baked into the very progress of our civilization.
What we can actually control is how we manage that destructive streak. It would be nothing more than an illusion—a total utopia—to expect it to just vanish.

Someone already pointed out to you earlier that masochism isn't strictly limited to physical pain.

Have you dealt with specific struggles in the past that pushed you toward a depressive state? I suspect that perhaps some of your current, day-to-day issues are what's driving this intense longing for your mother's presence and protection?
Or maybe not. Maybe that craving stems from the core of the issue itself, independent of any daily stressors. But from what I've gathered so far, you haven't felt this need for closeness before, largely because you're fully aware of how much your mother's influence actually tears you down.

Donna White50 said:It sounds like you never really got the chance to let out all that anger and frustration toward your mom—or just life in general—so instead, you just bottle it all up inside. When you do that, those feelings start leaking out through self-punishment or this weird, masochistic streak... it's like you're looking for pain. A lot of times, that’s just a pattern you picked up growing up—maybe you had a manipulative mother who used affection as a weapon or punished you by withholding love. You basically learned the hard way that suffering is some kind of prerequisite just to feel okay again, or to finally feel like you actually deserve a hug or some actual love afterward...
Now that you're all grown up, whenever life gets heavy or you hit an emotional wall, you just fall right back into that old pattern—you start punishing yourself, putting yourself down, and basically robbing yourself of any chance at being happy. It’s like your inner critic has completely lost its mind and you're just desperate for some kind of release... Some people deal with it through physical pain, others spiral into depression, then you've got the folks who lean into hypersexuality, or even just reckless, "don't care if I live or die" behavior... it's all just ways to vent that pressure...

Missing your mom... honestly, it’s more than just being sentimental. It feels like this deep craving for love mixed with a total fear of actually stepping up and handling adult life—you know? Like, when you feel that crushing pressure and start doubting yourself, you just want to lean on someone else because being independent feels impossible. So instead of facing it, you end up retreating—either by chasing those "good old days" through nostalgia or just spiraling into self-sabotage...

You really have to work through that deep-seated resentment toward your mother—it’s like, you need to settle those old scores internally first. You've gotta totally rewire how you see yourself from the ground up. Once you actually start believing that you're capable, smart, and genuinely worthy of love, that's when you finally break out of that cycle of putting yourself down... it's tough, though. You have to recognize all those toxic patterns she shoved onto you, or even the ways you started mimicking her just because, well, she was your primary role model growing up. Honestly? Trying to do this solo is an uphill battle. You might make some progress, but then things get stressful and you end up falling right back into self-sabotage... it's much better to work with a therapist or join a support group. It helps to have that extra layer of guidance...😉

I actually do understand the root cause.
It’s pretty straightforward.
The timeline goes like this: Fighting with my mom as an adult. Growing apart. Anger. Depression. Regret.

Look, we fought. Years have passed since then. I just can't seem to find peace or accept how things are.
On one hand, I'm furious, and on the other, I'm falling apart.

And that bolded part? That's probably the "falling apart" bit. Cause and effect.

Donna White50 said:It sounds like you never really got the chance to let out all that anger and frustration toward your mom—or just life in general—so instead, you just bottle it all up inside. When you do that, those feelings start leaking out through self-punishment or this weird, masochistic streak... it's like you're looking for pain. A lot of times, that’s just a pattern you picked up growing up—maybe you had a manipulative mother who used affection as a weapon or punished you by withholding love. You basically learned the hard way that suffering is some kind of prerequisite just to feel okay again, or to finally feel like you actually deserve a hug or some actual love afterward...
Now that you're all grown up, whenever life gets heavy or you hit an emotional wall, you just fall right back into that old pattern—you start punishing yourself, putting yourself down, and basically robbing yourself of any chance at being happy. It’s like your inner critic has completely lost its mind and you're just desperate for some kind of release... Some people deal with it through physical pain, others spiral into depression, then you've got the folks who lean into hypersexuality, or even just reckless, "don't care if I live or die" behavior... it's all just ways to vent that pressure...

Missing your mom... honestly, it’s more than just being sentimental. It feels like this deep craving for love mixed with a total fear of actually stepping up and handling adult life—you know? Like, when you feel that crushing pressure and start doubting yourself, you just want to lean on someone else because being independent feels impossible. So instead of facing it, you end up retreating—either by chasing those "good old days" through nostalgia or just spiraling into self-sabotage...

You really have to work through that deep-seated resentment toward your mother—it’s like, you need to settle those old scores internally first. You've gotta totally rewire how you see yourself from the ground up. Once you actually start believing that you're capable, smart, and genuinely worthy of love, that's when you finally break out of that cycle of putting yourself down... it's tough, though. You have to recognize all those toxic patterns she shoved onto you, or even the ways you started mimicking her just because, well, she was your primary role model growing up. Honestly? Trying to do this solo is an uphill battle. You might make some progress, but then things get stressful and you end up falling right back into self-sabotage... it's much better to work with a therapist or join a support group. It helps to have that extra layer of guidance...😉

Is there an on/off switch for all of this somewhere? 😁

I’ve been wanting to write this for a while, but I couldn't settle on a title that actually captured everything weighing me down.

In the end, I realized it all boils down to good old-fashioned "self-destruction."

The reason I'm finally putting pen to paper is because I’m feeling a void right now. It sounds trivial, but I miss "Mom." Not my mother—the woman who gave birth to me—but *Mom*. That childhood feeling where you felt safe, where her mere presence made every worry vanish, and where one look from her could make your whole world feel right.

Is this just nostalgia for a time that passed?
Or is it part of that "I don't want to grow up" phase?

Since I have a natural tendency toward self-destruction and playing the victim—patterns I picked up directly from my mother—it turns out I’m currently missing the very person who made me this unstable and dissatisfied.

I’m stuck in a depressive loop, grieving things that aren't even there anymore.
I’m angry at her—at her actions, our relationship, and my own reactions to her.
She’s manipulative and a master of emotional blackmail. She’s the type of person who acts like a vampire, slowly draining your blood, your emotions, and your energy, all while acting like she’s some kind of deity. Like she’s the only one meant to exist, and her needs are the only ones that matter.

Of course, it’s all incredibly deep and complicated.

I know we already have threads about toxic parents and their kids, but I want to talk about how we *feel*. I don't just want us to nod along and agree that "parents are the problem."

I cut contact with my mother a long time ago. As far as I'm concerned, she doesn't exist anymore. There is zero communication between us.
And yet, I’m killing myself with these nostalgic feelings.
I haven't processed these emotions, so I keep digging deep into the past, searching and searching, only to end up feeling pathetic. I always end up destroying myself. It’s almost like I’m seeking out that self-annihilation.

It’s obvious that this self-destructive streak is wired deep into me, and it's wired wrong. When I start digging through the wreckage, instead of feeling bad, my adrenaline spikes and I somehow feel better. I actually find a weird sort of enjoyment in my own suffering.
It’s sick, really.

Then there's this closed loop that's so hard to break. I destroy myself, and I enjoy it at the same time.

Luckily, I’m not a masochist; I don't go as far as physical self-harm. My head is just a mess.

I’m reporting this thread for being off-topic.

http://www.forum.us/showthread.php?t=606807

You can see why.
It’s honestly embarrassing that stuff like this gets posted in a place like this.
Instead of cracking down on the actual fights, we’re just fueling more drama here.

👎

It’s total chaos and a complete mess.
A huge chunk of the private clinics have no idea if they’ll even have a contract for next year.
Take Nemetov, for example. They had openings before, but now they’re fully booked through the end of the year, and as for next year? They’re still completely in the dark.

Could be a migraine.
Go see a doctor.

Quick question.

My period lasted about a day and a half.
Then nothing for three days.
On the fourth day, I had some light brown spotting—just a little bit.
After that? Zilch.
Now it’s day five and still nothing.
I did pee on the morning my period was due, so there's no doubt about the pregnancy test.
🤷

Last month, I started taking Dufastone. It was the first of three cycles I'm supposed to go through.
Lately, my periods have been pretty light anyway—usually lasting 3 or 4 days followed by another 3 or 4 days of spotting.
So, I was really hoping the progesterone would finally get things back on track.
Instead, things just got worse.
🤷

Any suggestions?

Fine, I'll go get my hormone levels checked during my next cycle, but I'd love to hear what you guys think in the meantime. 😬
Why would it be this short? 😕

wanderinggardener62 said:I’m currently about twelve days late for my period, and while I did go ahead and take a pregnancy test, the result came back negative—which is just so confusing, really. I feel like I’m experiencing every single classic symptom of being pregnant, though; I mean, I find myself constantly snacking, and I have these very specific cravings that are totally unlike anything I usually go for. Plus, my bathroom habits have shifted quite a bit, much like they did during my first pregnancy, and I just can't seem to shake this feeling of being overheated all the time, which also feels exactly like how I felt the first time around. I am also feeling significantly more exhausted than usual... and I’ve been so incredibly tearful over the smallest, most trivial things lately. To make matters even more intense, certain smells that I normally wouldn't mind are making me feel quite nauseous, especially in the mornings. My breasts have also become noticeably larger, too. So, I suppose I'm left wondering if I am just imagining things or if these are simply premenstrual symptoms, but I honestly feel like I have this deep intuition that I might actually be pregnant.

You could always grab a different brand of test and try again; there’s a CVS or Walgreens on almost every corner.
Or just wait until Monday and get a blood test at your doctor's office. That'll give you a 100% certain answer.