Feels thread. Post any stories from your life or otherwise. Heartwarming, tragic, and hopeful

Feels thread. Post any stories from your life or otherwise. Heartwarming, tragic, and hopeful.

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Throughout my childhood and through high school I was an awkward quiet kid. I had friends because my cousin was the same age and in the same schools. I was always the kid who was in the back walking alone since there was no more room to stand next to people on the side walk. Always the one that no one would have noticed if I was missing. Lived my life in my head. Always felt alone. Home life wasn’t all that great. Mom worked 2 jobs and ever since my father left she seemed to resent me and my brother. My brother was your typical chad. Good at sports and popular. He was always out with friends doing some shit. Good brother though. Always checked on me.

Once I started college, all the acquaintances I had all drifter apart and left my life one way or another. Now I was left completely alone. Tried making friends at college but never managed to other than the usual mandatory group projects. Communing didn’t help. I had never know about bills and much responsibility so once student loans and bills started to come I was overwhelmed. Had to work full time and go to school full time to full fill my mother/families expectations and financial needs. Got myself way over my head in student debt and had little financial aid. All this added to my already troubled mind.

Was now in my 3rd year well over 50k debt as a 21 year old. My depression and loneliness were at an all time high. Couldn’t get help from mother, brother was doing his own thing. I started to perform badly at school grades began to drop. Fell into academic probation. Felt like a fuck up and dumb. Work life to school life became routine and a spun deeper into depression. Looked for help from my mom. Was given the cold shoulder. Told to deal with it. Quickly realized I had never heard her say I love you, not ever say she was proud of me. Days got darker and I chose to end my meaningless life. Thought no one would even notice or care. Took countless sleeping pills to fall asleep for one last time.

Woke up in the hospital. My brother had found me. Mother never came to visit. Was in therapy for months. Still depressed through the therapy, I understood I had to act well to leave therapy. Was released to go home. Came home. Nothing really changed other than brother was more attentive. My mother spoke to me, but it was clear she cared more about how this situation made our family look to her friends and family than about my well being.

Couple months passed, no job, had to sell my car for money. Had wait for summer classes since I was on probation. I was running out of money, and bills piling up. I looked to end it again.

Walking to store to purchase more pills. A cat walks up to me. Meowing and clearly in pain. Has a fucked up foot and looks to have been mauled by another animal. Looks half dead already. Other people are around and think someone will help him. Begin to walk away and notice no one even pays attention to him. He stumbles away and lays down under a parked car. Little guy had a hopeless look. I’ll never forget that face. Forgot what I was doing and took that little guy home. Cleaned his wounds, fed him some formula. And let him rest. I cared for this animal and brought him back to stable health took him to the vet and got him proper medicine. I have never felt love from anything like the love from this animal. It is clear that he is endlessly great full for what I did for him. It is truly something to experience.

I devoted myself to this cat. I took up a job as a dishwasher to help pay for bills and provide scraps of food for him and I. Worked hard and long hours, but coming home to him felt rewarding. Eventually went back to school. Worked my way to being a cook and part time manager of the restaurant.

I'm starting to recall my childhood memories, I liked even just to walk with my friends saying shit about each other, enjoying hitting each other with snowballs

Now I don't feel anything, even when having sex and everything seems to be all rirght

I am now 26, graduated, decent job, still have massive student debt, married, have my own apartment. Have multiple rescued animals. 3 Dogs, 3 cats, and a pigeon. Met my wife while she was going through a rough time as well. Helped her through her depression and we fell in love.

Life gets better anons, don’t give up.

Pic related. Catto that saved me. 2 days after I found him.

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ty user, i needed this today.

i feel that, user. fucking, smoking, drinking, blaring music from my speakers, dreams of violence and twisted premises, menial and ultimately trivial school work i could be done with in a month if i could muster the motivation, none of it makes me feel less empty. is this reality or television memories? youtu.be/VzBxSk12M-g

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Time changes us all people drift apart and we are left with memories.
Sometimes we cant relive them. Best to try and make new ones. Live life day by day and try to make each day memorable

Got anything on your mind user? It helps to get them off you chest.

ty i am also the poster right below that. it's just the same old shit, with a new date slapped on the packaging

One time I ask for no onions of my Whopper Jr. and they still put onions on it.

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Been homeless 3 times in my life, currently am rn. This is the longest time we've gone without a home of our own (2 years). I can't play vydia because they're in storage, all I have is my guitar and my phone to keep me occupied. Been in and out of other peoples houses and extended stay hotels over this time. My family is in shambles, mom and dad always argued and fought for as long as I could remember. Mom tried to contact her Ex 3 years ago and left comments and likes on his social and his wife and kids social. They left each other for about a month before she came home, this was before our 3rd stint homeless. Tried to kill myself by running to the freeway to go jump off, got picked up by my dad about half a mile from my house. All I want is to get a house and be happy but no matter what my parents are just gonna hate each other and then love each other like they didn't just have a serious argument. The only things keeping me alive are my fear to go through with killing myself and guitar. The happiest I've been since 2017 was when I went to see Buckethead live on his 2019 tour in Glendale. Seeing my favorite guitar player live was such a powerful sight. Buckethead does his standard stuff, shredding, nun chucks, and the toy exchange. I screamed like an autistic badger as he pulled the bag out to start the exchange and proceeded to whip out the lightsaber i wanted to give him (Buckethead loves star wars). after some screaming and almost crying because I thought he ignored me, he took the lightsaber and put it on top of his amplifier while he gave the rest of the toys to P-Sticks, his roadie. He handed me an undertaker action figure but someone else grabbed it before I could get it, Buckethead glared at the guy for a split second through his mask and proceeded to pull out a tech deck and give it to me. I took it like I was a jew grabbing coins. I touched. Buckethead's fretting hand, we had a moment of interaction. That was one of the greatest experiences of my life.

I would do it again if I could. To be able to interact with one of your idols, not only musically but as a person, even for the breifest of moments was truly an eye opening experience for me. I'm still homeless and depressed, but Buckethead made it better.

I feel you. At some point life does become very routine very stale. Its the little things and micro interaction we may have that take us out of it. Its never a bad idea to break routine every once in a while. Im the op and i can honestly say dark days never truly leave us. We just get better at holding them back. We build a dam to hold it back and hope it never breaks. But leaks do happen.

guess I'm back in this shithole again kek
>Depression
it's back in full force after a few months of feeling really good.
seemingly out of nowhere these thoughts of suicide, self-hatred, and loneliness are back. I don't now what to do, this shit always comes back.
I don't know how long I can live on with this shit.

You seem to cherish your guitar and music most. Music can really take us place man. Im sorry you have gone through all that. You gotta remember our parents are individuals with their own issues. Do you play/sing much?

Accepting that you will live with this is always a good start. Something ive had to learn the hard way. Focusing on how to mediate these thoughts is a great way to deal with your emotions. Finding thing to love and distract you can help user. During your high time what did you do? How sis you spend your time in contrast to how you are spending it now?

v powerful analogy. i feel that way, too. the problems dont lesson, i just get better at dealing with them. here's hoping for a brighter tomorrow.

Here here user, to a better tomorrow my friend. You aren't alone. Remember that.

not even in my own head lol. ty user, i'll try to keep it in mind.

>be me
>start flirting with cutie at community college
>fresh 18
>i'm 24
>nice.jpeg
>she seems receptive
>ask her to get coffee across the street from campus
>she says yes
>play it smooth
>pay for her latte and cinnamon roll
>we chat for a bit
>conversation turns sexual
>we start talking about what we prefer in a partner
>she says she likes uncircumcised men
>suddenly feel a rumbly grumbly in my tumbly
>oh no, it's the coffee poos
>continue conversation though
>tell her i'm circumcised
>says it's not a dealbreaker
>:)
>suddenly my drawers are full
>my Yea Forums hole has betrayed me
>my britches are no match for the blue cheese burger and milkshake i had last night
>i am saturated
>the smell permeates the air
>i try to play it cool
>she notices though
>gives me a quizzical look
>asks if i just shit myself
>"mmmmm....no?"
>she sees through my clever ruse
>she gets up and leaves
>i am sitting in poo
>why did i not make it to loo
>godammit pajeet you done it again
>why does this always happen to kind and sexy pajeet

25 % of my family died between my ages of 5 and 9 including my father. From 9 to 19 another 70% of those that were left died. Every year since then I have averaged two deaths per year. I'm 42 now. I had a large family. I have my mother, one aunt, and seven cousins still alive. Possibly one uncle but no one can find him to verify. If he's alive, he would be 80 and probably suffering from dementia or Alzheimer.

i hope you're giving him all the scratches and wet food he desires. i just had to put my little girl down a few days ago. she was always super lively and hardly ever left my feet alone. you could crack a can open and she'd hear it from a mile away. woke up one day and she was super sluggish and laying in her own piss. the vet said she had sudden and catastrophic kidney failure. a genetic thing. i've been racking my brain for any signs that i could have caught earlier but there are none. the vet said cats are super good about hiding any pain they might be in and i believe her. she was only 7 though. feels unfair. never a bad day with her, she was always so happy and never had a mean bone in her body. luckily i still have my other rescue but she's 16 now. i know her time is coming soon but she's still super active and runs around like a kitten. i'm holding onto those moments for now.

You are one tough mf to deal woth all that. I mean death is a part of life. If that makes sense lol. Cherish the moments you have left with them.

Absolutely lol. He has no more front teeth so only wet food for him. Sorry to hear about your loss. I have heard that female cats are even better at hiding pain than males. Cant beat your self about that man im sure you gave her an amazing life. I was never a cat person until this dude. They are loving animals. Treat them right and theyll return the love tenfold. Glad the 16 yo was a rescue too. You truly see how thankful they are.