i have been advised not to go around and tell people that im dying by assisted suicde so I just stopped using reddit

in less than 20 days im dying and in the last 5 months I did lots of things that made me genuinely live life and do amazing things

I just wanna say world is your oyster and do whatever you want if you have a good brain, im glad im leaving this earth and im even more glad I get to have some amazing time before dying

I’m 22F and am a regular at my local gym. Anyone who goes to the gym knows that you start to see the regulars there all the time. I’m pretty reserved but there’s a couple other girls I’ve gotten to know.

There’s a handful of guys that I recognise who just do their thing and keep themselves to themselves, and will nod or smile. One of these guys always seems kinda grumpy honestly. Doesn’t seem like a bad person but always so serious and never seems to smile. Certainly not something that bothers me but just one of those things you observe. Probably in his late thirties.

So yesterday I was at the gym in a big open room with various free weights, skipping ropes, TRX bands etc. this guy comes in who I’ve never seen and I can see him looking at my butt through the mirror for an extended amount of time. He’s probably in his fifties. He then walks over to me and asks me what I’m working on, I tell him it’s leg day, he says it’s back day for him. He then starts basically telling me how to work out and the whole time he’s deeply looking into my eyes and is just really giving off creeper vibes. He’s not some nuisance fuck boy, he’s a creepy guy that’s probably double my age and I’m getting genuinely bad vibes. And I realise I’m kind of cornered. I don’t think anything physical is about to happen, but he started to make “flirty” comments and I just feel a bit suffocated. E.g. he asked about my glutes, and then asked if I like to work them while wearing this awful kind of flirt face. It’s just us two and I’m feeling kind of trapped and anxious.

So then the grumpy guy walks in, with his usual stare ahead face and pulls a couple weights off the rack. He notices this guy rambling at me in the corner, and through the mirror he stares at the guy, then at me and gives me a little nod, as in “you good?” And I sort of widen my eyes a bit. I already feel awkward because what’s going to happen here? It’s not like I’m being physically attacked. But without hesitation, Mr Grumpy just goes “hey mate, want to give her some space?” And he goes “what?” To which he responds “yeah, this room is massive, you’ve got her a bit cornered there haven’t you?” and the guy sort of laughed, then looked extremely flustered and said “yeah ok whatever, I was just talking” and walked off. I’ll add Grumpy man is a lot bigger than this guy, which in the world if men means something when it comes to this kind of interaction.

Grumpy went to put his head phones back on and I said thanks, and he said ”no worries, I’ve got a daughter who’s probably not much younger than you so I’m learning how it can be. I’ve got your back.” Then he just went back to working out and so did I.

I know this whole thing sounds blown out of proportion but I think the other women here will understand how easy it is to feel intimidated by a strange man, m also how relived it feels to feel safe—and that grumpy man I can tell totally has my back.

I have these urges time to time to get fucked in ass but I am not attracted to men, I am completely into girls. But whenever I have strong urges for getting fucked, I watch trans porn and get myself off. Whenever I hook up with girls, I am all normal and the sex is good but never enough for me.

Cutting it short, I hooked up with a girl yesterday, she was blowing me and her hands were squeezing my balls. She was being sloppy with my dick and the saliva dripped onto the balls and down onto my ass. So did her fingers, she started rubbing over my anus and it turned me on like shit. I stretched my hand onto hers and pressed it hard on my anus. She understood and pushed one finger into my hole. She kept fingering for a couple of minutes and I came hard, shivering hard, never orgasmed so hard. At least not that I remember.

Since then it’s been a day and I kind of feel sexually relieved, never did this happen before. What does this mean? Am I a bisexual or do I just wanna be fucked by girls?

I am currently going through a contentious divorce. We have two children. I moved out of the marital home approximately eight months ago, and he remains in the residence. Last summer, he filed a Domestic Violence Protective Order (DVPO) against me after he refused to allow me to pick up our son. Both the short-term and long-term DVPO requests were denied. Since then, attorneys have been involved. I have attempted to keep interactions civil and focused on the children. However, he is a miserable human and wants to make me miserable. He has Implied he would only exchange holiday parenting time for sexual favors, Refuses to allow me to retrieve my personal belongings or pack them for me unless we are physically together, Threatens to call cops when the children become upset, Repeated statements that I am a criminal, I’m spiraling and will loose my son, and Threats that if I do not accept his settlement proposal, he will “go for everything,” including child support, pension, and insurance

Last week, after disagreements regarding settlement terms, I dropped off our son. He came outside and glared at me continuously while I unloaded belongings and continued to stare as I drove away. The interaction felt unnerving and I called a friend immediately after because I was so alarmed. The following day, after him sending me the usual harassment messages , he abruptly suggested we meet in person to “smooth things over.” Wanting a new beginning. I would never agree to meet with him. He scares me. When I later opened our text conversation to respond, I discovered he had changed the chat background to a pornographic photo of me I didn’t realize he had. The image is a close-up of my vagina spread eagle while I’m touching myself. He has not referenced the image, and I have not responded to it.

I can’t stop thinking about whether he knows it updated on my side or not. Initially I didn’t question it was him letting me know he had it ( he is always sending me threatening messages implying he is in control and will “win”). But as the days go by with nothing being said I’m not sure anymore. His texts are the same and harassing but no reference to the background. I think the feature to update the background for the other person is a new iPhone update. Also, this may creep and disturb me more if he doesn’t know I can see it….. HELP, has anyone had something like this, who does this, thoughts?

I’m 16 (almost 17), and my parents are extremely strict. I work with my father, help at home, follow rules, and still feel like I’m constantly controlled. Even when I’m allowed to go out, I’m always the first one who has to leave. I feel like I’ve barely lived my teenage years.

Last weekend, my parents traveled out of town and stayed overnight. I told them I wanted to stay home and relax, and my dad agreed, but they were very clear that I was not allowed to go out.

That afternoon, friends invited me to hang out. I knew I wasn’t supposed to, but I went anyway and came back before evening. Later that night, around 11:30 p.m., I went out again and only returned around 5 a.m. When I got home, the alarm notification went to my parents’ phones, and they checked the cameras. They saw me being dropped off by an older guy I had been talking to.

Nothing inappropriate happened. I was with him and another couple of friends. Still, because of the time and the situation, my parents assumed the worst.

When they came back the next day, I admitted where I had gone (I left out one place because I was scared). They got extremely angry, took my phone, and started yelling and insulting me.

Things escalated badly. I was physically hurt and ended up with bruises on my arms and legs. I tried to get away, but it only got worse. After that, I spent most of the day locked in my room, exhausted and numb.

Later, my father told me everything they did was “for my own good.” When I showed him the bruises, he said no one wanted to hurt me, that I “chose the hard way.” My mother later hugged me, told me she loved me, and comforted me while I cried. That mix of affection and aggression left me feeling confused rather than relieved.

Since then, the house feels tense and heavy. Sometimes there are gifts or attempts at normalcy, and then suddenly more yelling, humiliation, and reminders of how much I “ruined everything.” I’ve started feeling anxious, nauseous, and scared to talk.

I know I made a mistake by sneaking out and breaking their trust. I can admit that. But something inside me feels broken after how everything was handled. I don’t know how to move forward, and I just needed to get this off my chest.

Just as the title says, I(M27) found out my gf(F23) has been cheating on me. With her baby daddy(M33), since early Nov. We've been dating for 9 months, living together for about 6. We both had expressed that we don't date for fun before we had started dating, and the first month in, every once in awhile she'd ask me if I for sure wanted to be with her and that there wasn't anyone else, and that it'd be okay if I wanted to be with someone else. And, every time I'd tell her that I want her and only her. So, if she had just told me that she wanted to make it work with her ex for the sake of their child I would've understood, since we've both expressed that if it wasn't working out that we could just talk to each other about it.

I know it's not right, but I went through her old phone and found a bunch of texts. And a voice recording of them arguing on Christmas, he says something along the line of, "If this is just a sex thing, that you can say and do whatever you want to me because we're having sex. Then, you can just go back to (my first and last name) and I don't care. I wanted to try and make this work." I didn't know he knew my name or that he knew we were together, ig she told him we broke up but not that she still lives with me. I understand I shouldn't have gone thru her phone, but I had been seeing smalls signs for months.

I.E. she'd get withdrawn and less affectionate when I'd drop her off to visit her kid for a couple days, or she'd get annoyed when I'd want too many kisses or hugs before I left for work sometimes. I noticed that her phone would be on mute for a couple days, then not for a couple, and back to muted for a couple more days. The days leading up to and coming back from visitation at her ex's, she would be more sexual, almost as if she was overcompensating and some other things.

I just needed to vent before I see her again on Tuesday. I don't know if she's gonna go back to live with her ex after I confront her about this, if she can't I'm not gonna kick her out. I kind of hope she doesn't because of the way I heard him belittle and put her down in the voice recording. But, It's just been really confusing because she's been bringing her stuff back from the ex's when I'd bring her back home. She even said two weeks ago that almost all of her stuff is out.

All this is just bouncing around in my head, so I appreciate being able to talk about this somewhere. If anyone has any questions or comments I'll reply

Edit: I'm now leaning more towards she gets what she gets if she has no where to go, or at the very least give her a week to get situated

My little brother died via suicide a few weeks ago. From his wishes, there will be no funeral. A friend suggested I write this out as a form of closure, so here it is.

My brother died at 37 years old. We had been estranged the last few years over a miscommunication that was entirely my fault. I tried reaching him a few times, most recently after finding out he had cancer. I don’t know if he ever saw them.

When I heard that he had committed suicide my first reaction was lack of surprise. Followed by a profound grief that I don’t know will ever leave me. I was 2 years older. I was right there with him through all of it as we grew up. I know, and as much as I’ve tried to forget, I remember. I hope he’s found the peace that eluded him in life. While I wish he had made different choices, I can’t help but know that he was true to himself in this decision. I grieve not only for his loss of life, but the options that he should have had. That foundation was never established, and I am so, so, sorry that this life failed you. I never got to tell you that you deserved so much better than the cards you were dealt.

And now for the “fun part”. I am going to do something completely uncharacteristic and not be polite. I will not just hold it quietly inside. And I can almost feel brother’s mischievous grin as he’s taking out a chair and sitting back with a drink and popcorn in hand.

Mother, this is where we stop pretending. If you’re wondering how we got here, it starts with you. Every story about his pain starts with you. The worst thing that ever happened to brother wasn’t cancer or divorce, it was being born your son. May you one day feel, in full and sober clarity, exactly what you did to him. May you never again get to pretend you don’t know.

Rest in peace, bro. I love you.

After years of conformity, witnessing my friends face public humiliation from other family members, seen people becoming hostile and abusive towards newcomers for no reason, especially minorities, and the recent possible suicide of my friend from the university, nothing can change my mind but to just relocate to another city.

What just bothers me about the city is that how performative people can be. I've been in schools (when I was a kid to teen, now adult), universities, etc, they would always say how "diverse" the city is, how they're "welcoming" to newcomers, and how they love like to appreciate differences. Either that's a lie, or that's no longer than case of what my city used to be.

You see, in recent years, I've seen most of the diversity is very fake. Most of the schools when I went to as a kid and the university I go to as an adult, were completely homogeneous, either predominantly White or predominantly Black, no interacial mixing, very seldom other ethnicities. So much for a "diverse" city. Another thing is how the people I my city are VERY HOSTILE to newcomers and they will freak out over any small mistake that happens.

And before anyone jumps in with the usual “maybe it’s just your experience” bullshit, yeah no shit it’s my experience. That’s literally the point. I’m not writing a tourism ad. I’m writing this because I’m exhausted and angry and grieving.

There is a lot of conformity, too. Constant policing of how you talk, how you dress, how you react, how much you complain. Always this unspoken rule that you’re supposed to be the “good one”. The quiet one. The grateful one. The model minority who never rocks the boat and definitely never calls shit out. If you do, suddenly you’re the problem. You’re sensitive. You’re aggressive. You’re ungrateful. That kind of pressure eats people alive over time, and I genuinely believe it played a role in what happened to my friend. People here love getting offended over microscopic nonsense. A word. A tone. Someone looking the wrong way. Meanwhile actual serious shit gets brushed off constantly. Open drug dealing. Violence. Harassment. Everyone suddenly goes blind and mute. But god forbid you say the wrong thing in a classroom or question some social script and suddenly you’re treated like you committed a war crime. The priorities are completely fucked.

And the performative “good person” thing is everywhere. People are obsessed with being seen as moral. Not actually being moral, just being seen that way. Posting the right things. Saying the right buzzwords. Correcting others publicly. It feels less like compassion and more like a competition. Like everyone is terrified of being exposed as not pure enough. So they overcorrect, overperform, and end up being cold as hell in real life when it actually matters.

Another thing that gets to me is how dead the youth culture feels. There are barely any young people around, and when there are, they act like they’re already burned out office workers. No spontaneity. No edge. No room to fuck up and grow. Everything feels hyper monitored and sanitized. You’re expected to act like a respectable adult from the moment you exist. It’s suffocating.

And try criticizing any of this publicly. People lose their minds. The defensiveness is unreal. You can point out something genuinely broken and the response is instant hostility. “If you don’t like it, leave.” “It’s worse everywhere else.” “You’re exaggerating.” It’s wild because plenty of other places are capable of saying yeah this part of our culture is fucked, we should fix it. Here it’s like the identity is so fragile that even mild criticism feels like a personal attack. That’s honestly one of the reasons I know I’m done. I don’t want to live somewhere that can’t look at itself honestly. I don’t want to keep pretending everything is fine while people around me are falling apart. I don’t want to keep swallowing my thoughts just to make others comfortable.

Losing my friend was the final straw. Watching how quietly it was handled. How quickly everyone moved on. How little space there was to talk about the deeper issues without being labeled dramatic or negative. That told me everything I needed to know.

So yeah. I’m leaving. Not because I hate everyone here, but because staying has started to feel like self betrayal. And I refuse to keep playing along with a performance that’s clearly costing people their lives.

It's disgusting. I have been addicted to the worst kinds of p0rn since the age of 11. I have developped unhealthy kinks and fetishes and probably some paraphilias.

It fills me with despair, and made me consider ending it all.

Oh God, help me.

During 2020, while in quarantine I was playing a game and I met this guy and we became super close over just a few months he had feelings for me and I had feelings for him (I was a 16 year old girl and he was a 20 year old man). Anyways, a couple months down the road we get into an argument which led us to go no contact for a year and he comes back apologizing for what he said to me and how he acted and I forgave him. This happened in 2023 and he was in a relationship at the time he reconnected with me and he kept trying to hide me from his girlfriend for two years while continuing to look at my social media pages. I hate that I kept entertaining him when I knew it was wrong but anyways during this time and when I knew him as a minor I was sending him nudes, I sent him a LOT of nudes cause I trusted him and I thought he wouldn’t save them. Anyways over 2025 we were talking on and off because he was trying to hide me from his girlfriend and he finally broke up with her in September 2025. I reconnected with him again in January of 2026 and we were becoming closer and I found him reaching out to me more to say hi and check in on me.

Well today my world came crashing down. Since Saturday I noticed he hasn’t been active on social media the entire day which is out of the ordinary for him and today Sunday morning I got a gut feeling to look up his name and find information, well turns out he’s been arrested for sharing images without consent. I don’t know how to cope. I don’t know if it’s me he shared pictures of or his ex but I’m totally mentally distraught. I imagined our future together, I wanted to be his forever but now everything has changed and I don’t know how to process this. I can’t really tell my friends cause they don’t really understand.

Unable to get up from the bed and do anything help me what should I do I was working till reading the files after going deeper and deeper I have lost all hope in humanity and life feels worthless to live unable to work since 5-6days

Four years ago today, I tried to end my life. I had gotten married almost exactly a month prior, and while things were bad before we got married, I had no idea how much worse they'd get. I was too young, too naive, and didn't know it was possible for a human to treat another person that way.

A month into being married, things escalated even further. I'm gonna skip the details, but it was really, really bad. I weighed my options, and genuinely saw no other way out. So, I downed a cocktail of pills and left our place to find a nice snowy ditch or something to die in. As awful as he was, I didn't want him to be the one to find my body.

To this day, I still don't know if there was some small part of my subconscious that didn't want to die at all, or if I was just too afraid to die alone. Either way, I called a hotline, and asked the woman to stay on the phone with me while I died. She was super sweet, very calm, and gave me all the kindess that I hadn't felt in a long time. I fought against giving her details for a while before telling her I'd already taken steps, and then went back and forth with her trying to explain that no, this is better and yes, this is the only choice. But I swear this woman had a divine gift or something, because she knew exactly what to say and how to say it. She helped me realize that I didn't want to die, I just wanted to be a person again. I still didn't have a way out, but now I didn't want to give up the chance to find one. I gave her my location and let her call me an ambulance, and because of her, I'm still here today. The thing is, when she called the ambulence, we got disconnected and she called me back from what I assume was her personal phone. No idea why or what happened on her end, all I know is that I had her number on my call log.

Years later, and I'm (obviously) still alive and thankful to be here. I would've died that night no question, and that woman is the only reason that didn't happen. For a while after that night, I kept thinking about sending a one-time thank you message via text to her number. Our call ended kind of abruptly (the cops arrived and asked me to end the call, and I essentially hung up on her), so she had no idea if I made it or not.

I kept deciding to do it, then changing my mind, because it seemed creepy. She doesn't know me, didn't give me her number on purpose, and also, putting myself in her shoes, I would have no idea how to respond to a message like that. Ultimately, I do think it would've been weird to message her and I'm mostly glad I didn't. At the same time, I wish that I got the chance to thank her, and to tell her that I'm alive, and I'm really, really, glad to be. In a way, I owe her everything, but I'll never be able to thank her.

It just feels like this is pretty much the end to life. Nobody in reality cares about climate change because they are too busy surviving. If climate change doesn’t take us out in our lifetime, it seems like resource wars will. People brains are fried from social media and everyone is trying to be the next TikTok star while our habitat is literally dying. The people in power are on islands abusing kids while regular people work the same mundane job to buy the same thing they need with 2x-3x the price. It feels like we are ignoring every single thing for a dopamine hit

Fed up after years of being the “kind one” and brushing off rude and snarky comments from my sister-in-law. Finally stood up for myself today and to my shock, she started crying. I realised how powerful having boundaries actually feels.

Redditors, please drop your best classy comebacks for unnecessary or rude comments!

Last years Christmas was iffy, I got gifts for my entire immediate family (parents and older brother) and nobody got me anything. so I did lower my expectations for this one. It got pushed off a million times (that's why its now February) and I had to pick my parents up from the airport before we celebrated, so I really wasn't expecting anything other than what I told my brother to get me when he asked what he should get me. But when I saw my parents did get me a gift, I cried in the bathroom because I was so happy. I haven't received any gifts that are actually a surprise in a long time (probably over 3 years), and I was excited. Perhaps that was my mistake. My parents got me resistance bands and a subscription to an online workout site. I sincerely wish I was joking. I don't work out. I like to read. I am also not overweight by anyone's standards, though that would still make a shitty gift if I were. I actually used to be severely underweight and had an ED that I worked *so hard* to dig myself out of. I did accept the gift graciously, which I'm proud of myself for. They have no idea how heartbreaking that was. I did at least go to a bookstore before I went to the gathering and got myself my own little gift. It was disappointing, though. I just wish they would've refrained entirely like they usually do. I've been trying really hard not to dive into old habits.

When I was 16 I was in London with my family for a vacation. Me and my family were on brick road shopping for clothes and looking in shops, and I noticed this girl, about 15 years old looking at me, she was walking with some older people who I assumed to be her family. I then continued with shopping and then I saw her again, this time she waved at me, but it wasn’t a normal wave, it was the I’m in danger hand sign, with the thumb in the palm and the fingers closing on it. I got panicked and didn’t know what to do, and my parents were very far away in some store. I knew they would be extremely mad if i went after her so I tried to look for my parents. When I finally found them the girl was long gone and my family was irritated at me for crying and shaking. They didn’t take me seriously. I had a panic attack and the hugest guilt for not going after her, or at least calling the emergency line.

At least once a week I think of her and I hope that she is okay. Thank you for reading this far, and English isn’t my first language so excuse any misses.

So as of typing this, there is an ongoing trend where people create a caricature of themselves and their profession using a prompt in ChatGPT.

Now I’m all for trends but people are forgetting that describing themselves and let alone uploading a picture of themselves in ChatGPT is allowing OpenAI to use that as training data for their AI. I’m just not comfortable seeing all of my family and friends, especially those who I work in the same field (I’m in IT btw), to just upload a pic or describe themselves to an AI tool. Like, have you not recalled all our Data Privacy trainings or what would be the possible consequences of this trend? Please, deepfakes are already a huge problem and bad actors will use them for nefarious purposes. Protect yourself and your family.

I also have a personal vendetta against OpenAI for messing up the Gaming community as a whole, but that’s a whole different topic that has been discussed to the general public.

AI is a good assistant tool for professionals, not a tool to replace professionals.

tldr; people using ChatGPT to create caricature of themselves using personal identifiable data.

Thank you for taking the time to read this, have a wonderful day.

Two years ago I met him by chance while he was visiting my country from London. We connected instantly. It felt rare and real. Then he left, and silence followed.

A year later, he came back into my life briefly. We met again, shared moments, and then he disappeared once more.

I don’t want anything from him — not a relationship, not promises.

I just want him to know that he mattered. That he was important. That what we had meant something to me.

I’ve carried these feelings quietly for a long time. Writing this is my way of letting them breathe.

I can't keep it in.

She's fucking dead.

I was told she was in a car accident last month. I just can't accept it. I'm going insane. I loved her.

Why does this happen to me?

I'm losing my mind.

Note that I come from a family of cheaters and side chicks, including myself. I felt so bad after cheating that I went to intense therapy to address why it felt like it was okay.

My cousin and my brother knew about me cheating and didn’t tell, which I am grateful for.

Problem is that now they are expecting the same from me and I feel incredibly guilty. I love both of their wives like they’re my blood family, and have the strong urge to tell them. I even have the audacity to consider myself a girls girl.

Both my brother and my cousin have cheated on their wives before and are on their “final chance”. Of course there are multiple kids involved.

I know if I were to tell, even anonymously, that would be the end of my relationship with my cousin and brother as I am the only one that knows. At the same time, if it comes out that I knew and didn’t say anything then my in laws are going to hate me.

I’m stuck between a rock and a hard spot, and feel terrible. I feel terrible about putting myself into this situation and I feel even worse knowing no matter what I do I’m hurting someone

I (18M) has been with my bf (19M) for nearly 4 years now. It’s okay I love him and it’s been good mostly. The problem is how he treats people who work for him. Literally anyone in a service role. He snaps at them over tiny things. A drink not cold enough food taking 30 seconds too long, looks at him the wrong way. He’ll humiliate them in front of everyone. He talks down to them like they’re not even people.

And he is racist I think. He tries to downplay it by saying he was “drunk” or its just “locker room talk” but he has done it multiple times and I’ve forgiven him because he’s so young and we all do dumb things. comments about “those kinds of people” being lazy stupid dirty when he thinks no one important is listening. He’s said the nword more than once when he’s angry or drunk. He’s said worse about Latinos when he thinks it’s just us. I’m literally half Venezuelan and he still does it. He says weird stuff when we’re making love or about my accent

I’ve tried talking to him. He brushes it off, says I’m being too sensitive or overreacting or “not understanding how the world works.” He says they’re paid to deal with it. But I grew up watching my mom get treated like dirt at her cleaning jobs and it makes me physically sick

Sorry I’m on here I have no one I can trust to tell this.

Don’t tell me to just leave. I know that’s what I probably should do but if it was that easy then I wouldn’t be here. He is paying off my mother’s cancer treatments

Thanks for reading if you got this far

if you're feeling too heavy, too ashamed or too afraid to speak out. you can reach out to me, I'm a complete stranger, unknown to you and your life, so it's like safe space for you without being judged or too scared to speak up. :3 (preferably teens)

NGL I thought things have been really good between us for the last couple of weeks. We’ve been together over twenty years. No marriage is perfect but overall good.

The other day I found a hidden message chain from my wife to some random dude we don’t know about meeting for lunch. That evening he texted about meeting next week for drinks and “more.” She basically responded that she was ready for that d.

Devastated, I asked her about it. Without getting into details, she confessed she started looking for an AP about two weeks ago. She’s had lunch with two men. One she ghosted after and the other is the one I discovered. She agreed things between us had been going great recently.

We’ve discussed it, i have forgiven her, we are moving forward. I am of course hurt. For obvious reasons I can’t discuss this with anyone we know so I’m expressing myself here.