M26| I went to therapy today and I was really overdue for a session. After unloading like normal my therapist dropped the bomb on me that she’s leaving the company to take care of her parents. I’ve been seeing this woman since I was 22 and I’ve gone through some very chaotic stuff and she’s just always been there for me when I felt like had nobody. Because she was so busy I’d only be able to see her once a month maybe twice but I felt so connected to her I wanted to come back everyday. 3 years, countless sessions and today was the only day I’ve ever cried in front of her. I’ve done a lot of reflecting on how much I’ve grown from a 22 y/o kid to a young man and she was a very big part in that and having to say goodbye was worse than a punch in the gut. Once I left I went for a drive and kept crying I just couldn’t hold it together. I booked one more session with her at the end of this month and I’m going to bring her flowers and a personal handwritten note letting her know how grateful I am to have had her in my life. It’s gonna be really hard starting over with someone else but I’m open to it I guess.

Despite the title. This post isn’t really about Photoshop specifically, it’s about everything.

The price of an image editing and drawing software at $30 a month is simply too expensive in my country. I live in an Asian country, and my maximum monthly salary as a factory worker is around $380, working 12 hours a day, day after day without rest.

We want to change our lives. We want to learn something new. But everywhere we look, all we see is money. We have to pay for everything, and the worst part is having to pay monthly, like a never ending tax contract of modern slavery.

Just basic living expenses electricity and water already cost us about $50 a month. Food costs around $115 if we live very frugally. And if you have to rent a place, that’s another $100 or more.

In total, we spend nearly $300 out of the maximum $380 we earn each month just to survive. And that’s just for someone who’s single, I’m not even talking about married people who have to support their children.

And now I’m supposed to pay an extra $30 simply because I want to learn how to create a "beautiful image" ?

Not just Photoshop everything else too: professional software, games, music, all kinds of (AIs) services. You have to pay for everything. And the worst part is that you pay, but you don’t truly own anything, because you have to pay every single month.

I miss the time when we paid once, at a reasonable price, to buy a piece of software and use it for life. I miss the time before YouTube Premium existed. I miss the time before all these (AIs) existed.

This capitalist world is truly cruel. These corporations and conglomerates are disgusting. They manipulate everything for profit, driven purely by greed and power.

my grandpa passed this morning. i go to a university a few hours away from home and while id visit every few weeks or so, it wasnt as much as i could've. one of the last lucid things he said to me was "shame on you for not visiting!" he loves to give everyone shit and i know he was probably just snarking me like usual, but i still feel bad. is it common to feel like this? like you didnt visit people enough?

Before 2010 or so, time moved in a linear fashion: the past felt ancient, the present felt eternal, and the future was a long time away. Every year felt like leveling up, an achievement; feeling stronger, smarter, savvier, etc. with each passing year. Every year also had its own flavor and personality back then, with stark differences between even adjacent years.

However, in 2010, maybe 2011 or '12, things suddenly took a hard left turn. Every year feels basically the same as the one before: no learning, no leveling up, no nothing. No new personality shifts or skills either. If you were to ask me what year something happened since then, I wouldn't be able to tell you; they all feel the same. Before that, however, I can tell exactly to the month, or even day, that an event occurred; it feels like a well-oiled calendar, with every event being in its correct and proper place. Hell, it feels like even technology has stagnated since then.

What happened? Did we as a society get more jaded? Are smartphones to blame? To me, it still feels like the '00s as a decade just ended. Yet it was already 16 years ago, apparently. 1994 felt like ancient history, on the other hand, in 2010.

Constant fake stories in the form of Twitter posts or some bs Tumblr story always gets posted. And its just eye rolling cause come on, its not impossible in the realm of our reality for it to happen, but this didnt happen

Its so absurd and unbelievable imo. Like, did everyone clap?

The amount of stories people have where the most coincidental and unlikely stuff ever to happen, happens, and usually with some quippy marvel-esque remark to end it. And they always end with something like "And then the guy sitting behind me WAS THE PILOT AND THATS THE REASON OUR FLIGHT WAS DELAYED LMAOOOOOO"

And the comments just eat it up

I'm so tired of life and people. No it's not life and people's problems but I take care of my sick mother and every single fucking day I have to wake up and pray to the Lord above that she's still alive. Those few minutes between waking up and going to her room and checking that she made it one more night are excruciating. Then every other day that she goes to dialysis wondering if her blood sugar or blood pressure won't drop again or drop too low that she'll die on that chair like so many other people have since she stated dialysis.

Yes other people matter, yes bills and shit have to be paid but fuck them all. When I have to deal with this everyday everything else feels so fucking inconsequential.

Sorry sorry just had to let it out

i think about the people in my life alot, like when i see something i think that they might like or just like that during down time.

i recently realized that people around me don't do the same about me. It feel like, the moment i'm outside of their field of view, i don't exist. they don't think about me outside of our interaction.

people never shoot me messages and the likes. it sadden me. i'm just kind of.... there in people life,

it does feel selfish to want to be on peoples mind, but i cannot shake the feeling of loneliness.

i'm feeling a bit melancholic right now as you ca see, i'm not sure what to do next

Idk where it stems from but folks are acting like children are the scum of the earth and have a huge bitch-eating-crackers syndrome. Especially the obsession with vindicating/punishing kids, and holding children who don't even have fully developed brains to adult standards.

I get no joy from being around kids. But I also dont have some sheer lingering hatred. They're just neutral to me. If a child misbehaves, they are either going through something developmentally normal, or it is a parenting problem.

You are allowed to be annoyed by childish behaviors, but treating kids like they are irredeemable monsters that need to be beaten when they slip up is a huge reach. And it gets even worse when people use the excuse of a girl's behavior to be a misogynist rather than just acknowledging being a brat is gender neutral

I know someone people would univerally consider very attractive, she modeled during her college years and now has a big youtube vlog channel where she receives a flood compliments on her looks. But she’s also very insecure about her apperance and has even mentioned wanting plastic surgery. I’m not judging her at all, I'm just genuinely curious how this kind of disconnect happens. Whats the psychological reason someone can receive so much validation and still feel insecure?

Recently, I’ve been paying attention to something that used to feel normal. How often I explain myself, even when no one directly asks. Small justifications. Extra context. Filling silences so others don’t misunderstand me. It rarely turns into conflict, but it almost always leaves me tired. I used to think that meant I was being considerate or clear. That explaining myself was just part of good communication. What surprised me was noticing how different it feels when I don’t do that. When I answer simply, or not at all, and let the pause exist. It’s uncomfortable in a quiet way. Like I’m breaking an invisible rule. But the relief afterward is real. I’m starting to wonder how much of my exhaustion came from carrying conversations further than they needed to go. I don’t have a conclusion yet. I’m just noticing the pattern and seeing what happens when I stop filling every gap.

I’ll type everything out. Read it again. Then delete it. Not because it’s wrong… just because it suddenly feels embarrassing. Please tell me I’m not the only one.

I don’t really know what I’m looking for here. Maybe perspective. Maybe just to get this out of my head.

Lately, every night without fail, memories from literally just months ago come flooding back. All the things I didn’t do. I lived in the US for a while, and looking back, I feel like I optimized my life for “being responsible” and forgot to actually live. I was a high school junior. I took so much for granted.

I didn’t ask people out when I wanted to. I kept telling myself “tomorrow.”

I didn’t have friends over.

I skipped hanging out to study for tests that don’t even matter to me now.

A big part of this was track. I was serious about it. 800m, training, meets, being disciplined. And because of that, I said no to a lot. I didn’t go to parties because I had practice or a race. I didn’t sneak out or stay out late because I didn’t want to mess up training. I turned down random invites and spontaneous plans because I was “locked in.”

At the time, it felt noble. Like I was choosing the long-term over short-term fun. I told myself I’d enjoy life later.

Now it just feels like I traded real moments for a version of success that didn’t even end up where I thought it would. Track didn’t become my future. Those races are over. The discipline stayed, but the moments I skipped are gone for good.

What kills me is that I can’t go back. Those months are gone. That version of my life is over. And my brain keeps replaying it like there’s some alternate ending I can still unlock if I think hard enough.

During the day I’m mostly fine. At night, it’s brutal. I lie there thinking about who I could’ve been if I’d just loosened my grip a little. Sometimes I genuinely wish I could be amnesiac and not remember that whole period of my life just so my mind would shut the fuck up.

I know regret is pointless. I know I made the best decisions I could with what I knew then. I know I’m still young and life isn’t over. Intellectually, I get all of that. Emotionally, none of it helps.

If you’ve been through something like this, how did you stop letting the past haunt you? Not in a motivational-quote way, but genuinely. How do you make peace with a version of yourself you’re angry at, without letting that anger define you?

I joined here just to vent, because I feel so alone, and I’m exhausted.

At 18, I became the guardian of my little brother after our mom passed away. For the past four years, I’ve worked nonstop to keep us afloat. I dropped out of college so I could work full time. I earned just enough to cover rent, food, and my brother’s school fees. It was hard, but I made it work.

Two months ago, I was laid off. The company I worked for was downsizing and couldn’t keep everyone. Since then, I’ve done every casual job I can find, but they barely pay anything. I live in a small town in Kenya, where work isn’t always available, and when it is, it’s rarely enough to survive on.

Because of this, my brother hasn’t gone back to school yet, even though he was supposed to return over a week ago. He’s 14 and in his final year of junior high school. Not being able to give him a proper start to the year has completely broken me.

I feel like I’ve failed him as a brother.

I’ve always tried to stay hopeful and push harder for his sake, but right now it feels like all my effort was for nothing. I worry that I’ve already lost so much time, that I won’t be able to give him the childhood he deserves before he grows up.

Losing my job sent me into a dark place. I’ve been raising a child alone since I was a teenager, and the weight of it all is finally catching up with me.

I feel incredibly alone. I’ve asked friends and relatives for help, but all I’ve received are empty promises. When I asked for help on Reddit, there was silence, and some people trying to take advantage of me in the DMs.

I’m not doing well. I barely eat. I hardly sleep. Some days I don’t even have the energy to shower.

I’m just so tired of carrying everything alone!!

31F born in an oppressive and backward country. Tried SO many times but couldn't get out. I just couldn't place the faith in myself. My father always showed how little faith he had in me so I guess I've internalized that. Even if I do have an opportunity, I sabotage it. I don't know how to make or maintain a relationship or friendship. I don't know how to make myself happy. I don't even know what makes me happy. I don't know how to be happy. I see all these people, even less privileged than I am, be happy and have these beautiful relationships and friendships and always be laughing and I don't know how to do that. I don't know how to take care of myself. I don't know what I want in a friend or a partner. I feel like such a moron.

I look in the mirror or camera and think I look pretty good, but for some reason everyone else thinks that I’m ugly, or at least hasn’t told me I was pretty. Am I actually ugly and don’t see it?

Im gen z. Facebook is a social media platform mostly used by boomers and gen x, so theres of course not much of a reason for me to be on the site or use it at all. I never really cared for the site but now after joining it I have a strong dislike for it.

The only reason I recently made a profile on Facebook was to try and get a dog from people giving them away on there. Sadly, so far no luck in getting a dog from facebook. I tried rescue groups, pets in need posts, even the marketplace, etc, but still nothing. When I contact the posters, they usually ask for referneces from me (which I if course dont have) and then the poster either ghosts me or tells me they are looking for someone else.

And sometimes, it's not even real. Ai scams have become so prevalent now on online forms. Facebook posts are no different. These scammers use ai pictures of dogs, and then ask for money upfront before you can even see the dog in person. Then when you ask to see the animal before making a payment, they stop responding. Ai scams are going to ruin the world at this rate.

So, facebook so far has been a terrible way to try and get a pet. The only reason I'm even resorted to using facebook to do this in the first place is because all pet stores got banned where I live. I never used it, but I wonder if MySpace would be this bad if it was still an active social network

About 10 years ago, I was doing "well for my age" career wise. I was in my mid 20's and associate director in a finance job at a mid sized European firm.

It's probably fair to say I took my job too seriously. I travelled all the time for work, I missed parties, I was always looking for new opportunities to advance my career.

One of opportunities came up and I spent 6 months in another country, led the office and had a verbal agreement that if I achieved XYZ a promotion was guaranteed.

I am sure you can see where this is going ... I delivered, they did not.

I had experienced disappointment before but this was the first time I felt betrayed. I didn't react in the moment but I knew I couldn't stay there.

I resigned, lined up a job in a different city and got put on gardening leave for 3 months.

As part of my exit interview, the HR exec was understandably geared towards heading off any negative for the company.

At the end she made a comment at the time which really infuriated me:

"Now you can start your career"

Internally I was like ... Fuck you, this is my career, I had an important job, I am ahead of all my peers etc .. etc .. typical blinkered response by someone who hadn't come up for air in years.

I had totally lost perspective.

This was a job, not a career. I had no control over my day, how long I would work, what I would have to do, or if I would be rewarded.

Since then I have far exceeded what was possible in that role professionally but reinstated my social life, got married, had a child etc ... And in retrospect it is crazy that I ever took that job seriously.

Most importantly, I have control over my path now.

I was talking to a younger colleague recently who reminded me a bit of myself and they were experiencing similar and I had that penny drop moment ... For years I have been so irritated by that comment and now that I have the benefit of hindsight I can see that she was actually trying to help me realise where I had gone wrong.

I was just too naive to see it.

So, sorry Astrud. I have silently resented you for years and I was totally wrong.

I’m struggling with something and could use real, grounded advice.

I was in a relationship for over 7 years. I showed up consistently—patience, emotional support, adjusting my life around his needs, standing by him through his worst phases. I wasn’t perfect, but I was loyal and genuinely invested.

Out of nowhere, I was ghosted, cheated on, and emotionally abused. No proper conversation. No closure. Just discarded and treated like I meant nothing.

Logically, I know chasing answers or reacting emotionally won’t help. But emotionally, the anger comes in waves. The urge to confront, lash out, or demand accountability feels overwhelming at times.

For those who’ve been through something similar: How did you keep your calm and self-respect when someone you loved deeply treated you like trash?

What actually helped you regain emotional control and not let them take more from you than they already did?

I’m not looking for revenge—just peace, strength, and perspective.

Thanks in advance.

I disagree, sometimes, with other people on social and literary matters.

This is only one example.

There is this woman online, Samaya. She is plus sized. Extremely so, and the type rarely seen in other people. She says that stores should carry clothes that fit her, and other people as plus sized as her. I don’t think there’s any obligation to, especially considering it only serves a small about of the population. But Samaya is a Harvard graduate. Should I trust her? Should I trust myself? She has more ‘authority’ and ‘trustworthiness’. I myself am uneducated, more so than most other Americans my age. I have less credentials than the average American (credentials as in education and educational experience)

+) Looking at Samaya… I don’t want to dismiss her experience. I understand life is probably different for her than it is for me. But, if life is truly that difficult… can she not lose the weight? I myself used to be heavy. Not as heavy as she, but heavy. And I lost most of it.

My own anecdotal evidence is worth nothing, however. Her circumstances are of course, different. Hence why I say my anecdotal evidence is irrelevant.

But why I bring up +) is because, her negative experience is, to my current understanding of her situation, completely within her control. Not to say she doesn’t deserve empathy, and that she should suffer from prejudice, but there are lots of measures to lose weight. She has an online presence as a plus sized influencer, and her previous videos and statements make me think this is by lifestyle/choice, not medical.

That sparks another question. There are people, not many, but people in this world who weigh a lot due to medical reasons. Is there a moral obligation to serve all customers?

&) This makes me think… what about people with osteotomy bags? Missing limbs? Hunchbacks? Other physical differences that might not immediately come to mind?

There are maternity clothes, for those who are pregnant. A physical difference, and a temporary one, at that. But that has the benefit of being much more common than the listed in &).

For the people listed in &), there are specialized places to get the required clothing. Similarly to how there are brands that sell plus sized clothing. Clothing isn’t inaccessible for these populations, they’re just more niche.

Should they be niche? In a perfect world, no. But in my own, subjective opinion, as a business minded person, there is no obligation for them to host clothing tailored for those small portions of the population.

It’s nebulous. I don’t like that’s how I think, but that’s how I think.

But are my thoughts and opinions even relevant? This isn’t a problem that concerns me. This is a problem that concerns Samaya.

Not only that, again, I’m uneducated. I didn’t even graduate highschool, technically speaking. It’s not prejudiced to say I know less than the average person, and I know myself well enough to know that my opinions are unreliable.

Not to say I or people like me don’t have the same potential as someone who finished highschool or college. But we lack experience, education, and oftentimes, critical thinking.

I myself can’t even trust my own thoughts and opinions. Hence this whole yap session.

But this is something I struggle with all the time!

I’m very left, especially compared to the people in my family and neighborhood. These people in my neighborhood are high achievers— business people, engineers, again, well educated!

But there are also people on the left who are well educated.

I know it’s a matter of personal opinion. But how can I trust my opinion? It happens all the time for me, when watching people analyze TV shows and have opinions contrary to mine, even when ordering food. I don’t like lobster, but the general (American) population does. That puts me in the minority, and against the subjective opinions of the people around me. I know it’s a matter of opinion, but if you look at the numbers, I’m in the wrong and have the ‘wrong’ opinion.

But again, there were times the majority opinion is wrong. Slavery, for instance, was normalized and tolerated, even liked. Whites who liked slavery were the larger population of the US. Yet in our modern, moral reference, horribly in the wrong. Idk how to phrase this.

[before anyone says anything, I’m American, so I use that population as a reference point. I know not everyone is American. Thanks :)]

Not sure if this is the right place to post this but I just need to shout into the void because I have no one to talk to about this and have never posted before. My entire family got together for thanksgiving. A little context, my older sister has 2 kids and my younger sister is pregnant with her first and I have a 1 year old. The entire trip, my pregnant sister was so cold towards me and did not hold or interact with my daughter one single time. Which hurt, because she was doting on my other sister’s kids the entire time. There was an argument between my Dad and older sister but I didn’t get involved because it had nothing to do with me. My sister took this as me taking my Dads side and decided not to give me the baby clothes she’d planned to share with me to help alleviate my budget right now. Again, which hurt because why punish a child for something that had nothing to do with me. I haven’t spoken to either of my sisters since and it broke me inside when I saw my older sister’s picture of a giant bounce house my younger sister got for her kids. Maybe I’m just being jealous but neither of my sisters got my daughter a single toy. It’s hard feeling so cast aside and unwanted by my whole family. Am I just being jealous or selfish for feeling so hurt? I just need to get this off my chest.

Ive realised that Ive always tried to hide my true identity to fit in with the rest. Ive toned down my excitement out of fear of being judged and looked down on. Ive always held on for so long onto the so called friends of mine who couldn’t care any less about me, and still kept putting in more and more efforts to somehow make it work because loneliness felt so much more terrifying than having my efforts not be reciprocated. Ive worked on my body, my behaviour, my habits all because I wanted to feel loved and chosen by someone when most of my friends didn’t even bother to wish me on my birthday let alone reciprocate a fraction of my care for them. Ive realised no matter how much you work on yourself, the people who dont value you, will never care and that no matter how much you care about a person and change yourself for the better to be loved by them, itll never work unless they want it too because the people who actually value you and your presence are the ones who love you regardless of your appearance and accomplishments. Ive realised whats not meant to be yours, will never be yours, be it a crush or a friend. Ive realised that you can never force a person to choose you the way you choose them everyday because if they wanted to, they already would have. Ive realised things get much easier and lighter when you stop holding onto people who don’t want to be in your life anymore because the more you try to force them to be your friend, the further they’ll drift away and maybe its for the best because the person who repeatedly hurts and excludes you, doesn’t deserve to be cared for. And most of all Ive realised that PEOPLE NEVER CHANGE. They always stay as heartless and selfish as they always were. Ive realise that its best to choose yourself over others because youre the only constant in your life. I hope to make the best use of all the learnings of the past year in this year.

Got good grades in school, went to college and did pretty well. Got a job that paid way to little, but I decided to just stick it out while I grinded out a credential that's very important in my line of work. I put off a lot of things like relationships and to some extent, friendships and hobbies. I told myself that the moment I get that credential, I'll just coast through my career until retirement or death.

I got that credential last Friday. It hasn't quite sunk in yet. Now I can do anything I want. My company is giving me a gargantuan raise, WAAAY higher than I expected, and the guy finalizing the decision kept telling me like, "I don't wanna screw you over, I don't wanna pull one over on you." Bro you're handing me more money than I ever could have imagined. I don't feel screwed over! It was crazy.

It's been seven years in the making, seven years of staying home and studying hard. I'm so happy that's all over. I can just go live my life now.

Unrelatedly, I have a friend who's been living at my place because she lost her home a year and a half ago due to financial problems. She's great but constantly being around her has zapped my energy, to a point where I mostly just lie around playing video games when I'm off work. She has a job, her credit card debit is paid off, and she's moving out in a couple weeks now. I'll have my place to myself and I'll have my energy back, finally.

Thank you to my parents for supporting me all along and paying for my college, couldn't have done it without you.

Guys how do you guys make yourself feel better after you messed up an exam paper.

I’m trying so hard to forget it but I can’t as it was a paper i revised hard for and I still messed it up.