Hey dad, I really want to walk away from a situation at work, it's just too much for my complex PTSD rn. I know it could be an opportunity for growth but honestly, I'm done with personal growth for a while, I want a break. I want to rest on my laurels and feel like what I've already accomplished is enough, no more learning, no more getting out of comfort zone, no more challenges. I'm exhausted, I've run out of fxxks to give, I don't want to put my fragile mental health on the line for professional growth right now.

I need to know that it's okay to walk away, it doesn't make me a bad person, or a weak person. I want to know it's okay to not be a go-getter for once, that it's okay to ease up on the effort, and not be enthusiastic about challenges for once.

How expensive and how soon does this have to be fixed? I have zero money. 2011 Kia forte.

I (28F) have been without a job for about a month. The entire time I've been mass applying to cashier and retail jobs in my area because they're always hiring and it's relatively easy to get hired. One of those places was AutoZone. my bf (35M) suggested it because his friend's mom is one of the District Managers for the stores in our area so i'd definitely get an interview at least. I didn't want to apply because I don't know shit about car parts nor do I want to work somewhere I'd have predominantly male coworkers due to not so great experiences at previous jobs with mainly male coworkers. My bf kept bringing it up every time we had a conversation about my job applications so I bit the bullet and applied just to shut him up. Well, turns out that they have been the only place that has gotten back to me about my application, I interviewed over the phone, and got hired...great 🙄🙄🙄. I have new hire orientation today from 8-4 and am not at all excited about it. Before we went to lay down in bed, he asked me if I was excited about orientation and the job. Im not but, just so he doesn't bother me about it anymore, I pretended to be. I'm honestly debating not going to the orientation and telling him I went because he doesn't get home until 5:30. The only thing is that if I don't go but say I did, what if his friends mom says something to the friend about me not being there and the friend snitches on me? Then I have a whole other can of worms to deal with.

I do not want to work there at all. Like since finding out I was hired, my entire mood has been different and even my bf has said that I "don't seem myself". I can't deal with him bothering me about it so I don't tell him that I don't want to work there and am miserable because of it. I know that not everyone likes working where they do but I didn't even want to work there in the first place. I feel like people should at least kinda want to work where they do. You may not like your work but at least you wanted to work there at one point. I didn't even want to apply.

you've been gone for half my life now. for a long time, i didn't think i'd see 40. and longer still, i didn't want to. nothing in my life that i wanted for myself has panned out. i'm not blaming you, really. you made choices that ultimately ended your life. you were the smartest person i ever met, even 20 years on. whenever anyone says i must have had really smart parents, i beam with pride. ultimately, while i am still not strong in many ways, i am kind. in some ways, that's more important. i think about how you'd feel about alexas and advanced cell phones now. i wonder how you would have found a way to do your job during the pandemic and how i know you would refuse to close even temporarily because people needed care. there's so much i've had to endure without your guidance and every struggle i face i wish i had your support to solve. mom is sick and will never be better and its so hard watching her become less and less herself.

20 years gone. an eternity left to go <3

I miss you so much. Today marks eight years since you’ve been gone, and I feel the weight of that more with each day. I got married this year on June 29th. Mom walked me down the aisle, and funny enough, my husband resembles you so much, everyone noticed it, even saying he reminds them of you. I’m incredibly grateful.

Life hasn’t been easy since you left. I worked hard to finish college with a high marks, got my econ & accounting degree, secure a job so I wouldn’t need to rely on Mom anymore, and now I’m married and pursuing my master’s degree at Columbia. You knew this was my dream, and it finally feels real. I hate to think about graduating next year without you there, just as I missed you on my wedding day. But I know you’d be proud watching me from up there. I’m happy now, and I believe you’re happy too.

Last night, you visited me in my dreams, and I felt so much peace. Honestly, this whole week you visited in my dreams. Thank you for stopping by, Pa. It felt like you were still watching over me, just like always. I love you deeply, and yes, I’ve grown into the woman you hoped I’d be. I’m healthier now, too—no more struggles with eating, my husband makes sure that I nourish my body with good food (he cooks for me every time, and he’s a good cook like you). I still remember your last advice, driving me to campus, telling me to eat well because you hated seeing me so thin. You even doubled my allowance that month, saying to spend more on food than on makeup (lol).

I’m not 19 anymore. I’m a 27 y o woman now, but I’ll always be your little girl.

Thank you for everything. I love you, Dad🤍

Hi Dad,

I just wanted to talk to you because my father has decided that if I don't invite his wife who I'm no contact with to my wedding next Spring he will not come either. He also decided that if we're going to maintain no contact with her he won't be part of my younger sister or I's lives in general either. (I covered it in more detail in another recent post if you want to know more.)

I thought that this might be a possibility, as I decided I was not going to invite his wife to my wedding years ago and I felt like he might threaten to not come but it hurts that he really did it. I told him that I will accept him back and even let him walk me down the aisle if he changes his mind. I think there's a chance he's going to flip flop back and forth on it later on which is just going to pull my emotions all over the place. I want to believe it's ultimately a bluff and that he wants to be at my wedding and in my life but I just can't believe he's willing to hurt me like this.

I don't think the majority of his family would have come anyway because the cost to fly is prohibitive but one of my cousins is my bridesmaid and she thinks my grandparents wouldn't miss it for anything. When I told my grandma what happened and asked if she was still coming she just responded verbatim: Thank you for letting me know I am praying about this.

They're my only grandparents left as my maternal grandmother passed away almost exactly a year ago (have to commend my father's timing, right?) and I actually asked them to be our flower girl and ring bearer as we won't have any children and I wanted them to be included in the ceremony. I don't think I'll be able to forgive my father if his absence leads to them not coming.

I was already planning to have both of my parents walk me down the aisle because my mom really raised me and I know she would never let anything prevent her from attending my wedding. For awhile I didn't even want to offer to let him walk with us but I think deep down I do want him there.

Ultimately, I just know he genuinely can't choose me. Over his wife, his pride, anything really. Looking for fatherly support and any advice to pass onto my sister.

(17/M) Hey dad. I told you yesterday about my breakup and it’s just been kinda gnawing at me. I know that someday it will be a silly thing I’ll look back at and cringe, but right now it’s hard.

I keep remembering her voice, the way she said things, the things we did for fun, etc. It’s like there’s a ghost haunting me. Can you give me any advice or a pep talk to keep on truckin’ ? I want to learn from this and use it to get back up swinging (metaphorically of course, lol) when the time is right.

I don't know if this falls under advice or what but I'm in dire need of new songs or bands or something.

I have this bad habit of listening to one artist or band or whatever over and over and over again. I'm currently doing that with Rainbow Kitten Surprise (love that name because it's so random). I am not really picky with my songs, I do tend to lean into what the words are saying then I do the music part. But I'm still not picky.

How do I know if someone is asking me if i am okay because ive made it obvious there is something up how do i know they actually care and they arent just saying it because they feel they have to to be a nice person because i dont want to bother or force anyone to have to be there for me , my ex best friends dad is asking if i am okay because i messaged before saying thanks for acting like a dad to me ages ago that meant a lot and he said thanks i hope your well then i said i will be then he said are you okay but now i am worried i am just forcing him to be there for me , i dont want to force people to be there for me but he did message my mum when me and the girl werent friends and said that he hopes i am okay but that was years ago

Hey Dad,

I’m having a bit of a hard time in therapy. I kinda want my therapist to be my dad (natural in therapy). I’m living an emotional flashback right now to a childhood where you never were emotionally available, and if you were available, it was only hurtful. I just wish we could’ve wrote another story.

I messages my ex best friends dad basically saying thanks that he used to treat me like a daughter when me and her were friends and just said i appreciated it , he replied and basically said they are kind words and i hope your happy and doing well then also just said that its always good to be kind and thats how he was raised and thanks , from that message is he probably likely to ever talk to me as a daughter or is he just trying to be polite because i dont know what to say back and i dont want to be a burden or try to make him be there for me if he only has space for the daughter he already has

My narc mother called me 42 times when I escaped her abusive household.

Ok, just to start off I was forced to come back and live here (so right now I'm in my abusive home). When I escaped I left a note saying that I don't want to be found at all and I said don't file me as a missing person. After I decided to go no contact and then off my phone- when I turned on my phone my narc mother kept calling me and me; when I turned back on my phone she called me like 7 times and my narc sister asked if I was okay and how our mother has been trying to call me. It gotten so bad that I was like you know what I can't keep dealing with this and I answered the phone, my narc mother was yelling at me saying why did I turn my phone off shes been trying to call me and how she was on her way to the police station to file me as a missing person (AFTER I SPECIFICALLY TOLD HER NOT TO).

She would not leave me alone, she gave me bullshit saying how was wants to send me money for me and my cat (who she also abused). She would not leave me alone. I'm also pretty sure she made my former aunt text me trying to coax me into coming back. I do not even feel safe at all, and of top of that right now I can't even work to save money because Ive been getting really bad chest pains over my heart, I have bad back pain, my wrist is fucked up and on top of that I knee pain.

Literally I just wanted and want my narc mother and her family to leave me alone especially when she would not stop calling me. I was crying, stressed and frustrated with the whole calling me.

Hey everyone,

So I'm [25M] a US medical student doing a research year abroad in Europe. I've been seeing a woman [29F], including sleeping together (myself with a condom) – while she's very nice and sex is great, I learned recently that she's not on birth control and would 100% keep a pregnancy.

This freaked me out – it's been cool to be in Europe, but I still miss the US and am excited to come back. If she got pregnant, it would make things 100x more complicated: who knows if I'd be able to finish my schooling, I'd be stuck here far from my family, etc, etc. I looked up condom fail rates and they're about 15% over a year. Not odds I'd bet on.

She's said she'd consider getting on birth control, but honestly even with that I think I'd be really paranoid. The thought of never being able to go back is so scary to me.

Would I be reasonable to end things? Or am I being crazy?

Update: Hey everyone, thank you so much for the advice and the kick in the pants I needed. I'll let her know tomorrow that I'd like to end things.

It's been about a month since I answered your calls from prison. I have no excuse other than every time I hear your sober voice - I am reminded that in a short month this existence of you will be trampled and stomped out by some substance. I mourn your existence even though you're still calling, daily.

I want things to be different. I want you to be my father, my sons grandfather. I want to wake up to texts from you or be able to call and ask for your advice/opinion/viewpoints... because sober you always has the best of it all.

Instead I will try my best to shove your existence to the back of my head until the crippling anxiety takes over when I am wondering if you're alive. When I can't help but remember the days I used to climb into bed between you and mom & now you're sleeping on the cold hard pavement on some dirty stret.

I love you dad & I want you to always remember that. I love you enough to let you finish off your life doing what you've always loved the most - drugs.

...<rubs eyes>... Well, well, well... It's morning ...<peeks outside>... You know what? I think dad needs some more snoozing time under this fluffy comforter. ...<leaves top of head visible, mumbles from under comforter>... Mhvove ooh

• Love, Dad

I lost a very important relationship today. I very kindly and respectfully put some boundaries in place, and was met with the most cruel and hateful response. He knew exactly what to say in order to absolutely shatter me into a million pieces all because I drew a very simple line. I know this boundary hurt him, but my boundaries do not warrant this kind of verbal abuse. I’ve experienced a few heartbreaks in my life, but I don’t know how to handle the way my heart hurts from this one :(

I always called you by your first name because you didn't act like a father. You were a socioath, a predator and an abuser. But can we pretend you weren't those things for a minute?

One of the only positive things I remember between us is watching you play through Banjo-Kazooie as a kid. I fell in love with it and its sequel because of you. It still has such a special place in my heart. But I can't play it anymore. It makes me nostalgic and lonely. The only person who I share those memories with is you and we can't reminisce because I had to cut you out of my life. Because with the good times came the worst times. I wonder if you ever miss me watching you play. Probably not because I don't think you truly felt good emotions, which is sad. But I can dream.

Hey Dad(s), I think I just need to vent, but I'd love some encouragement or advice.

Been an interesting few months for sure in the wake of losing my little brother in February, I was also his caretaker so in losing him I basically lost my job too. I've been doing a lot of work on myself and had a lot of new experiences, but I feel as though I'm hitting a wall.

I've put myself out there, made a lot of friends, and I haven't shied away from the grief. If anything I've leaned into it, I cry when it comes and it's gotten easier to talk about him and how he passed. Which I guess is a good sign. It almost feels like I want to feel in pain about it more as a way to keep him close. As I write this it's though I wish I could cry but I can't.

Now I'm trying to work on myself, I feel like I've been doing amazing work sometimes. The me from a year or two ago would probably be pretty impressed by what I've done in a fairly short span of time, but many times I feel as though I am stuck in hole I've barely begun to dig myself out of.

I still have yet to get a job that pays as well as when I was caring for him and I've wracked up a fair amount of credit card debt, I feel anxiety about paying it off. I don't think I want to be a Caretaker for other clients anymore and I need to find something new to try. It's exciting I suppose, but feels more scary tbh.

My other hurdle rn is this disconnect between my body and mind, it's really hard for me to feel passionate about most things. Whether it be joy in general things or sexual things, or the urge to produce or create things. I find it very frustrating, I feel like I'm hollow. Like I need to gaslight myself into being happy or something.

I'm realizing how hard I am on myself too. Giving myself grace and credit feels like such a challenge. I really hope I can be my own best friend and be easy on myself one day. I say sorry too often, and I've been looking at my own patterns and past traumas so much that my eyes are sore af.

I've learned so much about life through his passing though, to appreciate things I would have taken for granted, to have compassion for the loss of others, and that in the grand scheme of things what feels so intense and anxiety inducing is 9/10ths of the time almost completely inconsequential.

I miss him, so so much. And I hate that I'm already forgetting things. I have dreams about him though, when before I'd only have nightmares if I remembered them. They've all been so mellow and sincere, he's there laughing and creating art, often times he is tall and wise and feels more like a teacher than someone I need to care for. I look forward to navigating through this journey and feeling his presence transform and fold into my life in other ways. I want to do the things we enjoyed together without pain, I've seen so many things I'd have loved to share with him, I don't want to freeze and wallow in the grief. I hope I feel his laugh and smile when I play a game or watch a movie he would've loved, feel his hands move with me when I create art, or feel his strength when I move my body.

If you read through all of this, thank you. I appreciate your time. I have some friends and family I can speak to but it always feels like they're dealing with their own issues, and hardly anyone reaches out to me to check in. I feel like a burden at times, though I know I shouldn't view it that way. I wish I felt like my own parents could provide relief to me but the more I look at them the more childlike they seem. I took care of others all my life, it's time to care for myself.

I started my new apprenticeship in IT in September and I absolutely love it. The work is fun, the classes in school are super interesting, so that means that I -finally- -finally- found a work that‘s right for me.

But I‘m so tired. I‘m struggling with my mental health, as I have adhd and depression. I know I am disabled (I even got the official disability marker in Germany) but I‘m so frustrated with myself. How do I forgive myself for not being able to function normally? I come home from work and I rarely have enough energy for house work -and- other responsibilities (like paperwork).

I just want a hug. I want a break but I already called in sick four days this month. I know I won‘t lose my apprenticeship only because calling in sick but I‘m still really anxious. My probationary period is until the end of the year.

My psychiatrist said he can‘t really help me and my appointment with my new doc is in December. I want them to check if I have any deficits with vitamins or something like that. Also gonna check with the doctor at work if I maybe can try a part time apprenticeship… But also have to wait for that.

I’m luckily not alone and I have a lot of support but… I am so tired. I really need a hug and someone that tells me that I‘m doing okay. Someone that believes that I‘m trying my best.

Thank you to anyone that‘s reading this. I‘m really bad with answering comments sometimes but I‘ll read every single one! <3

I was out of work for over a year because of disability discrimination in my previous workplace. During that time I became a certified peer counselor through my state, and I just started a job at a local mental health crisis center. My bio dad thinks my job is too dangerous for me and that I shouldn't deign myself to be around "junkies and psychos." I worked really hard to overcome health challenges and get this job but it feels like nobody in my life cares because they've learned to underestimate me and it's not their idea of a "good" middle-class career.

Hello dads! I turn 20 today and it’s feeling kind of weird, saying goodbye to my teen hood. It’s only 20 past midnight but so far it feels shockingly unceremonious despite this being a start to a new decade of my life for me. Crazy to think that in 7 years I will be nearing 30… I can’t even imagine it for too long, otherwise I’ll freak out lol

Unfortunately my day won’t be very exciting, I have a morning shift in 9 hrs and then a night class until 9pm. I’m feeling okay about it though, can’t really complain.

At the start of the month I had an insane fight with my actual dad, who came home drunk and proceeded to go absolutely ballistic over me for what I believe to be extremely trivial reasons. TLDR, I had been very quiet and reserved when he came home to talk to me that night, bordering on the line of sassy. I admit I wasn’t exactly in the best mood, but in my defense, I had not been home for 2 days (2 sleepovers with a hang out in between), and had been on my feet since 7 am, only having a small bite to eat and one bottle of water after parading around a renfaire for 10 hrs. I was quite literally just about to go to bed when he came to talk to me and I tried to suggest we talk the next morning after I got some sleep. Yeahhh, that did not go very well for me 😭

To make things short, my dad proceeded to yell at me for half an hour, saying all sorts of hurtful things, calling me a piece of shit and making all these claims about how I was disrespectful, how I went out places without telling him (he never asks, and also, does not tell me where he’s going. I wake up most weekends without a clue where my parents are… because we are all adults. With our own lives.) yelled about how I didn’t get him a birthday gift the week prior, and when I explained to him that I did and it was just arriving late, he just plainly stated I was lying even though I had the receipt to prove it. He shouted about how I don’t clean my room— obviously, not true— how I do nothing around the house and go out wasting his money— not true as well, I have a job— and all this nonsense. It was obvious he was just saying dumb stuff because he was drunk, but it really got to me.

I’m having a very stressful semester and at the time, a lot of shit was going on in my life, most of it bad. So hearing all that made me break down and I had started begging him to just let me go to bed and that I was too tired to argue. He then proceeded to mock my crying, and openly admitted that he was doing this to me for his own pleasure.

I’m long since over it, as it’s been almost a month, but what still gets me is that he never apologized. my dad does and says some pretty terrible shit every now and then, and not once has he apologized for it since I was 6 years old. Even when I may be partially in the wrong, even if I talk back or do something he doesn’t like, he always takes it way too far and forever blames me for having ‘started it’

That night I left my home because he had almost put his hands on my mother and I, and I felt upset and unsafe and just wanted to go to sleep, so I went to my cousin. The next day he said that if I ever ran out like that again, I’d ought to not come back.

It’s just crazy to me that someone meant to be my parent could say all those horrible things to their only kid, y’know? My relationship with him had never been good, and I don’t think there’s any coming back from this now. Which sucks because he’d honestly been okay for the past 6 months, we barely fought, and I’d even started to get a long with him a little bit. All that progress, gone right down the drain, probably for good.

I have been giving him the silent treatment since then and while I’m over the initial hurt and shock of that experience, it sucks knowing that I’ve turned 20 and that I will not get to have my father tell me he’s proud of me, or that he’s sorry for all the things he’s said and done to me in the past two decades. I’m sure he’ll say happy birthday, but I don’t know if I even want him to anymore.

I often see my friend’s fathers and am so envious of how kind, compassionate, and gentle they are with their kids. How they’re not afraid to tell their kids they look nice, or that they’re proud of them, and how they’d never, EVER shout at them the way my father did to me. At least, not without eventually apologizing.

The one good thing to come out of this is that hopefully, he feels bad enough to give me a real nice expensive birthday gift today LOL. Assuming he got me anything to begin with. I can’t tell if he’s still mad at me or not, as neither of us have been speaking to each other, but he’s tried to say hi to me on occasion and I usually brush it off. Guess I’ll see how that goes later today.

So yeah, sorry for the rant! I had not expected to go off like that, and I don’t wish to dwell on such negativity on this special day of mine. I’ve lurked this sub before but never posted on it because I felt silly— it still kind of does feel silly LOL— but I think today I would really appreciate some words of kindness :) thanks to anyone that’s read this far ahead, I haven’t really unpacked this to anyone as of late so it’s nice to get it off my chest.

Here’s to my roaring 20s LOL 🍻

Hey dad!

Long time since we've talked. I've had so many changes over the past two years. Can you believe I graduated with my BSN last year?!

Speaking of which, I recently stepped outside of bedside nursing. The hours were long, the days were exhausting, and I was missing so much time with my kiddos I knew I was not going to be getting back. It was a hard decision but it was needed.

Its only been a month and a half since I left and started in this new position. This one is a specialty that I've had some roundabout experience with but was very transparent about needing training in. While most companies offer 6-8 weeks of onboard training in this particular speciality with most of it out in the field, this company only gave me 21 days of training with almost half of it being online/in-office. To add to that, what training I did receive in the field was haphazard and not structured in any way at all. Then when it came time for me to be on my own, it was just decided by my manager who didn't even know where I was in my training. I just came to work and saw from my patient load that I was now on my own. I did mention to my manager that I hadn't had training in some areas I was assigned to, and they replied with "Oh, I thought you had trained in that." I also mentioned I was overwhelmed and felt I needed more training time. I was told I would get more but didn't really get anymore that was beneficial. Plus, I had to manage my own caseload on top of "shadowing" other peoples' caseloads in the day. I've also ran into many experiences here that I needed to have training on but didn't. I have patients and their families trusting me to know what I am doing. I am suppose to be their guiding light and rock on what will be one of their hardest challenges and experiences of their life. I take that responsibility personally. Right now, with the lack of training, I feel like a sham. I feel like I am lying to them when they tell me they trust me because this is my specialty and they trust that I know what I am doing.

Luckily, I have some awesome friends I have made along the way that work in the same career field I do. My friend was able to get me a similar position within her company and the training is way more structured and employee driven. However I cant shake feeling bad for leaving so soon. I know how much cost goes into training a new employee and how short-staffed they already with me on board. I'm leaving them in a worse position now resigning.

I've already signed on with the new company and sent in my resignation letter. I'm praying I don't get cornered into having an exit interview or conversations with anyone for the remainder that I am there. But I just feel so bad. I'm never one to just give up on situation, Im pragmatic and find ways to make things work. I also dont lilke leaving people in a bind due to my decisions/doing. I feel like I am doing just that. I cant shake the feeling of being selfish in this moment.

Last time I posted here it wasn't exactly positive but now stuff is getting better! I reorganized my entire room, all my nerdy extracurriculars started, and I got to come out to my favorite teacher! I've been doing my hobbies more, and this year in robotics I've been being more useful! I'm getting to work on more stuff with the robot, I've been organizing the cart, tool box, and closet.(They haven't been organized fully in years) I've been dating my gf for 6 whole months! I love her so much. Someone who caused alot of issues during robotics is probably gonna kicked out soon(they make insensitive jokes about people, example: he called a Muslim girl on a different robotics team a camel at the scrimmage we had last week) I carved pumpkins with my gf she made her's a meme, I named mine depression(I mad a sad face), I didn't have a mental freak out thing after the band concert last week! And since my older brother left robotics I have been helping out my favorite teacher(the robotics coach, she also teaches special ed) more, replacing my brother's role(which was helping the teacher out and doing whatever he was required to). I've been trying to convince the teacher that im the better brother, because I was the first one to bring a girlfriend to an actual family event, and I'm a bit more helpful. And i have all my routines set up for first semester! Archery unit had started in gym, and my bow at home might get restrung to be right handed so I can use it! And my relationship with my grandfather is getting better! He might start bringing me fishing and hunting again! And my asthma finally got diagnosed, and i might get diagnosed with dyslexia!(I really need help with that, i can hardly read a text book without paragraphs disappearing) I can finally feel full on emotions again!(They disappeared in December2023)

Here's some negatives tho: I have been going back to doing everything in 3's again.(If i don't my brain doesn't function great) am getting flirted with by people who know I don't like them and getting called gf.(I will be going to the principal about this since it's making it so I cant focus on my 4th that well) Dysphoria, I can't say I got a big boy bruise(I'm pretty dumb I get bruises alot) without getting corrected by my family, saying "don't you mean big girl bruise? You aren't a boy", it sucks. Because of a situation in between my friends I ended up relasping again(10 days clean now!). General family issues(they've hated me my whole life for whatever their reasons are) I have lost control over my anger again(I'm not gonna be able to function properly for a while since I haven't been given any help whatsoever) today during robotics I took the whole time to sort the cart, whenever someone slightly moved something I had to put it back or else I couldn't function(I don't understand why my brain is like this) 1st quarter just ended, I had multiple B's standardized testings scores(from last year) got back, I had average grades, and my father said they weren't good enough(I have a great relationship with my dad except for grades). And to end off the negatives I've been getting in more fights with my parents recently.

Overall I'd say I'm doing well, I can ignore most of the negatives (even though I should probably work on fixing those) sorry for how long this is, alot happened in the past three months

I had rehersal for a musical I’m in, I’m ensemble, and I’m an alto. We were singing in groups and they decided that because Altos were too quiet, they needed to step aside to sing solo with everyone watching.

I have anxiety, so I was freaking out already. Double so when I got pulled aside to assess my vocal range. Then, one of the guys pulled me aside and I could sing the note. So, I started crying. He comforted me, but I still felt so embarrassed and upset.

I feel like giving up. I’m not really well liked by any of the people in the production, I’m not good at hearing pitch, I’m part of ensemble, I do not feel talented or important to the production. I can’t dance, either.

How do I not give up? I feel like quitting.

I’m sitting g on my ass doing nothing. I feel useless. If it helps at all maybe you can pretend to be Scout? I’m getting into this game called Team Fortress 2, it’s fun. Scout is my favorite character. Maybe hearing a “hey CHUCKLENUTS do your homework” will help? Honestly I’m desperate. I love you dad.

For context I live in Colorado where the legal system supports deadbeats as long as they want to be involved not necessarily are involved.

My wife and I have been in a custody/child support battle with her ex for 2 years. We just won our child support case however as we went through the system, her ex has quit his job and now we have even more hoops to jump through with the state to get what we are owed from the past as well as now present. I don't care about the money I want to adopt our daughter as that's what she is to me. I have raised this girl since she was 2 and it devastates me that I have to share her with her biological dad who doesn't care to show up or support her in anything she does whether it's financial or not. My wife discovered that after 1 full year of not receiving child support payments that we would be able to petition the courts to revoke his rights. I have done my research and unfortunately Colorado doesn't really support this and fights for the biodad to still keep his rights as it's "in the best interest of the child" We have already received confirmation that his wages are to be garnished and the dude quit his job to avoid paying. Next we assume he'll leave the state once we request the state to take action against him. If he does this (moves states) and we petition the courts to revoke his rights. He has the opportunity to reconfigure the whole custodial time arrangement... I'm losing hope fighting for my Daughter. I'm out of money and have already tripled my debt to get to where we are.

Is there anything I'm possibly missing that will help me hold hope without going bankrupt further? I grew up with a dad but without a father. And I just want things to be different for my baby.

I came out to mom as trans and she's been yelling at me ever since saying shit like "You'll never be a girl to me, you're my son, and always will be" and stuff in that direction in general and I just don't know what to do anymore

Hi, i'm not having the best day, very depressed today and feeling very dysphoric, tried watching some wholesome content on Youtube and parents were a common theme, I just want someone to say that everything will be ok and its ok to be who i want to be, my chosen name is Nightfall btw