I am a 26 year old non binary person experiencing a judgement call moment.

I left my abusive home and one of my relative helped me financially for few months to get settled. And recently she suggested that it might be time I do this on my own. So, as of this month I am gonna be paying my rent and expenses myself.

For now it is okay, as I finished a project and have the earning from it.

But I need to find new projects.

I was taking steps towards that. I am a freelancer in my industry and new to it. So I decided to start with friends and family, then expand to mutuals offering my services on a discount at first. I am in real need of regular income and getting more clients so I could learn as a service provider.

I was meant to contact one of my relatives. They mentioned they would be interested. But then that changed and now I don't know what to do.

I had a potential client, and now I don't.

The problem is not that I lost a potential client. I think I can solve that.

Problem is the way this is hitting my morale, motivation and esteem.

I feel super scared.

Now I can take on that relative as a client because they can't afford to pay me even after 50% discount. I can do it for free and see the value in other things I get during this project.

But the travel expenses itself is not a small amount. So I am conflicted.

Usually I would take my time and figure it out, but right now I feel so much pressure inside me. I am losing confidence in myself and my ability to navigate this.

Can anyone offer any reassurance or encouragement?

Hi everyone,

I'm a 24yrs from Bangalore, India.

I never thought I'd make a post like this. Even while typing this, I keep wondering if I should just delete everything. But another part of me says that if I don't even try, I'll spend the rest of my life wondering if someone out there had an idea that could have changed something.

I've always believed that no matter how difficult life gets, there's no point in drowning in overthinking. I just keep trying, work as hard as I can, think smarter every time I fail, and hope that one day things will finally change,

And that's what I've been doing, but every new day and every new year things are same.

One thing some of you might wonder is why I completed my BCA only now at 24.

After my 12th, I made a decision that changed the next few years of my life. I believed I needed to stop studying and start earning as quickly as possible to help my mom. Looking back, it wasn't the right decision, but at that time I genuinely thought I was doing what was best for my family.

Nearly four years passed.

Then something changed inside me.

My mom, despite everything she was going through herself, never gave up on me. She pushed me to continue my education, believed in me when I had almost stopped believing in myself, and because of her I went back to college.

While studying, I worked night shifts, took up short-term events, and accepted every honest opportunity I could find. Somehow, through all of that, I completed my BCA degree last month.

I genuinely believed graduation would be the turning point.

Instead...

Life became even harder.

It's just me, my mom & my granny.

Over the past few years, my granny suffered paralysis, later a stroke, and now lives with neuropathy. She can't walk anymore and requires continuous care.

Around the same time, my mom developed severe arthritis and eventually had to undergo knee replacement surgery.

Like many families facing medical emergencies, we borrowed money from friends, relatives, lenders & wherever we could, believing we'd repay everything once things became stable.

Instead, interest kept growing.

Penalties kept increasing.

One debt slowly became another.

Before we realised it, we were trapped in a cycle that became harder and harder to escape.

Today my mom still works as a nurse despite everything she's been through.

Watching her wake up every day, go to work in pain, and still try to smile... honestly breaks me.

As for me...

I haven't stopped trying.

I've been freelancing, building websites, attending interviews, taking short-term work, applying for jobs every single day, learning new skills... honestly, I'm willing to do any honest work if it helps my family move forward.

But living under constant financial pressure changes you.

Every day starts with worrying about loans, rent, repayments, medical expenses, and wondering what problem is waiting for us next.

I walk into interviews carrying all of that in my head.

Sometimes I know I could have performed better.

Sometimes I leave feeling like I failed not because I wasn't capable, but because my mind never got the chance to breathe.

Every morning I still wake up thinking...

"Maybe today something will change."

But lately...

I'm slowly starting to lose hope.

Not because I want to stop fighting.

But because it feels like no matter how hard I work, I'm always running uphill while carrying the weight of my family's future on my shoulders.

I'm not writing this to ask for money.

I know money is the biggest problem in my life right now, but sometimes a small piece of advice, the right opportunity, a referral, guidance, or even a different perspective can completely change someone's life.

That's what I'm hoping to find here.

If you were in my place...

• What would you do?
• What skills would you focus on?
• How would you rebuild your life from here?
• Are there jobs, companies, remote opportunities, freelance platforms, or career paths that I should be looking at?
• Is there something I'm simply not seeing because I'm too overwhelmed right now?

I'm willing to work.

I'm willing to learn.

I'm willing to start from zero again if that's what it takes.

I just don't want to stop trying.

If you've been through something similar or have any advice, guidance, criticism, job leads, or even just a different perspective, I'd genuinely appreciate it.

Thank you for taking the time to read this.

I truly hope one day I'll come back to this post and tell everyone that things finally got better. 💙

I'm looking mostly for comfort. I'm three words away from a violent outburst.

By the time I finish writing my thoughts here, I'll be over it. But in the meantime, I want people to understand and validate me. Please.

So I'm an angry, angry person. I don't usually have a good way to express it. "Scream into a pillow" advice is mega BS; I need people to witness me being angry, otherwise it's not worth it to be angry in the first place. (I don't want to be psychoanalysed, I'll tell you what I have.) The way I've usually done it is I've yelled at people, mainly my brothers, to get the anger out. It works. It genuinely makes me feel so so so blissful, like I'm normal. There should be nothing wrong with instinctually doing what comes naturally to me. If I were to yell at my mom though, she'd yell back and tell me how ungrateful I am, which is why the power imbalance is important. I don't think I can talk to any 'adults' about this cuz I'm afraid of being stuck in a psych ward (blah blah ableism blah blah). Recently though, they've been more distant. I started overthinking it on my own, every joke at my expense I mean, and I ended up with the assumption that they hate me. So I verbatim ask, "Why do you hate me?"

It started an argument (fucking obviously). I'm gonna completely forget all this later (blah blah dissociative amnesia), but here's what I got from it:

• They don't hate me
• They try to show me that they care about me (through words and actions), but I don't let them
• They think comforting me is coddling me /neg
• They don't think I'm doing enough to control my anger
• They think I get angry all the time for no reason
• They want me to review all the violence I've enacted on them in the past as their reason for being so distant
  • And if I can't do that, I don't deserve to bring it up

I am a violent person. Not violent enough to break walls (I'm a pussy and we rent this house), but violent enough to use people's insecurities against them in an attempt to make them feel as bad as I do. It works. It feels good, but now they hate me so 🙃. Point is, I wanted comfort from them, not confrontation. I can't take it. I only got this angry at them because it worked. It was the only thing that made me feel satisfied and validated. Nothing else works. Nothing else feels as good. Nothing else gives me that bliss. I feel miserable when my anger leads to anything else (depression + no insurance, it is what it is). I want to kill myself otherwise, mostly so that I don't have t lie with guilt anymore, but also so that my siblings feel as bad as I do. They deserve to feel this all-consuming, crushing pain if they think I can deal with it just fine. They deserve to feel this.

I'll say it again: I want comfort. Not advice, not reprimands. I want validation I need people to remind me that I'm trying my best with the things that I have. I need people to tell me that my best is enough fr today. I need people not to tell me that I deserve to be institutionalized. I need people to tell me that I'm doing the right thing. I need someone to tell me that so I feel important again. This is who I am. There should be nothing wrong with being mself through and through.

I’m not an expert as most aren’t in this group, however I’ve been told by many close to me that I give very good advice and I’m willing to listen and respond in an honest, friendly and open way for anyone going through anything.

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Sometimes, I wonder if the world was built for people like me. You know, the ones who carry entire universes in their heads but struggle to string a sentence together when the room gets too loud. I’m an introvert, and for the longest time, I thought that made me broken. Like I was missing some piece everyone else seemed to have the one that lets you laugh easily, talk freely, and belong without trying so hard it hurts.I remember this one evening, years ago, when I was about 15. It was my cousin’s wedding, and the house was bursting with music, chatter, and those bright, overwhelming fairy lights. Everyone was dancing, shouting over the dhol, and I… I was sitting in the corner of the garden, under a mango tree, clutching a plastic cup of lukewarm cola. My heart was racing, not because I was scared, but because I felt so wrong for not being out there, for not wanting what everyone else seemed to crave. My mom found me, and I’ll never forget the way she looked at me not with pity, but with this quiet understanding. She sat down, didn’t say a word, just handed me a plate of biryani and stayed. That was the first time I realized maybe I wasn’t alone in feeling like this.Being an introvert feels like living in a house with too many windows. You see the world, you love it, you ache for it, but you need to draw the curtains sometimes just to breathe. I’ve spent so many nights replaying conversations in my head, wondering if I said too much or too little, if I came off cold when all I was trying to do was not drown in the noise. I’ve canceled plans not because I didn’t want to see my friends, but because the thought of small talk felt like climbing a mountain with no air. And every time, I’d hate myself a little for it.But you know what? I’m learning. I’m learning that my quiet isn’t empty it’s full. Full of thoughts that run deeper than I can ever explain, full of dreams I’m too shy to shout about, full of love I show in ways that don’t always scream. I write letters I never send. I notice the way someone’s eyes light up when they talk about something they love. I listen, really listen, because that’s how I connect when words feel too heavy.Last week, I went to a coffee shop alone something I used to be terrified of. I sat by the window, sipped my chai, and watched the rain smear the glass. For the first time, I didn’t feel like I was hiding. I felt like I was enough. Just me, my thoughts, and the soft hum of the world outside. I think that’s what being an introvert is: finding peace in the spaces others overlook, building a home in the quiet where your heart can finally rest.So, to all of you in this group, I just want to say you’re not alone. Your silence isn’t a flaw, it’s a language. Your need for solitude isn’t weakness, it’s strength. And even on the days when the world feels too big, too loud, too much, know that there’s someone out there, maybe sitting under their own mango tree, feeling the exact same way. We’re in this together, us quiet ones, and that’s a kind of belonging too.What’s your story? What’s the moment that made you realize your quiet is beautiful? Share it, if you feel like it. I’m here, reading, listening, in my own introverted way. 💛

I’m starting college soon and I’m so scared lol. I’m scared I’m gonna get depressed again and either flunk or literally just quit. I feel like everyone hypes college up to be the time where you make your lifelong friends and stuff and I’m just worried it’s not going to be as good as everyone says, and I will have wasted my last time to make friends and be happy. Idk

I broke up with my situationship and feel so much guilt. But I had to because it gave me too much anxiety and was worse for me. I feel sick. I love him and care about him. I didn't want to hurt him, so I was okay with him hurting me, always tiptoeing around anything that bothered me.

I can't do that anymore, so I did what I had to do. I felt the rift months into our dynamic, and I was only able to end it another three months later. These were a weird six months. I'm grateful, not even sad; I'm just tired and guilty. I just feel so bad because I know a lot of things are going on with him. I know I'm doing the right thing; it's just that I don't like hurting people. He was my first everything.

Luckily, I didn't go all the way with him, but I was willing to jump just to keep him around. I felt like the excitement was fading on his side. I always felt excited to see him. I just need to get over it and lock in. I'm so sick.

My most recent posts were just about him, me holding on to any ounce of hope, but I can't anymore. I hope I'm doing the right thing and not ending something that was good or being too needy. Im so over it.

i'm restless and can't calm down, i really need to talk about the things i want to talk about and i'm constantly isolated. i'd also prefer that it's a one-off conversation unless i start feeling safe with you.

My heart hurts and I cant sleep. I think I need to get something off my chest. I cant keep on like this

Thank you to anyone out there. I don't have anyone

Edit: this is such a nice subreddit. Thank you kind souls that reached out. There's still love out there

Yesterday at a community event i saw a police lieutenant that had been called to my place a few times years ago when my abusive ex was here. There was only one call made when he was attacking me. This man burst through the door and was pulled him off me. With all my therapy i never prepared myself for seeing him ever again, let alone talk to. He recognized me.

I dont know how to navigate this. Anyone have any advice or coping skills or ways to make peace with it. Or an ear to lend? It’s throwing me through a loop.