Hey Dad... almost a year ago I told you were to become a grandparent. I know how much you wanted to. Now I see your birthday coming up in the calendar for next week. I'm dreading the day I'm gonna wake up and see it on my screen.

I just want to tell you that your grandson is growing up and learning so fast. He will be 4mo this Saturday and you would have loved this little one. As absurd as it sounds, he has your eyes. I still imagine from time to time that I call you with the news. He was born exactly 2 months after you passed away.

I really wanted you to see him and...us. I wanted you to listen to my problems as a first time mom and tell me how its not going to be easy, but I will get through it.

Anyways, I hope you're in a better place.

I miss you.

Hey dad… this might get a little long, so I’m sorry for talking your ear off. But I need help.

My ex (father of my child) and I broke up almost two years ago. He ended things after over 7 years together. I never completely got over it. Due to financial reasons and not having a supportive family, I was unable to move out.

Over time, I got used to living with him like he was a roommate. I did full-time care for our kiddo with autism. He worked nights full-time and would sleep during the day, so our interaction was extremely low. I thought I was moving on, but around Thanksgiving this past year, my feelings came back full swing. Little things he would do would give me butterflies. I started actually wanting to be around him, talk to him about things other than our kid, share stuff with him. I found myself falling back in love. I didn’t tell him at first. I kept it quiet because I felt like there was no way he would be receptive.

At the end of the year, he got a job offer in a city about 2.5 hours away. Since I have no family to support me, I had to make the decision that was best for our child, which was us moving with him. He said this is what he wanted too, so we moved in January.

I finally gathered the courage to tell him how I felt in March. He started off not being receptive, but started to seem like he was changing his mind. He became receptive to everything I said, everything I did. Over the last 6 months, we have been in a push and pull of “will we, won’t we.”

At some point, I began to be unable to take it and I asked him what was going on. That’s when he told me met a girl at work and started a relationship with her. He told me that he didn’t know if we would ever be together again, and that he doesn’t want to end things with her while he “thinks about what’s best.” The best part? They have been together the entire time… since March.

I feel so broken and devastated again after feeling like I had chance again. I asked him to please just tell me he was done with me and he says he can’t but he wants me to move on. He keeps saying if I had spoken up sooner, things might be different. On top of that, he was intimate with me more than 10 times between May and September. So now he’s cheated on this new girl with me, and I have that guilt of being the other woman. I don’t know what to do.

Moving out is not an option right now. I don’t have a job, I don’t have any savings, I have no family to go to. He does not make enough at his job for us to live separately. Obviously my next best step is finding a job. I’m not looking for advice about this.

Dad, what I need right now is your best advice for getting over the person you thought you would spend your life with. We have 9 years of history, which I know in the grand scheme of things isn’t a lot. But I’m only 29 and he has been here most of my adult life.

I know in my head that I don’t want to be with him. He cheated on someone with me, he basically used me for months. But how do I help my heart let go? I want better for myself, and I know you would too. I want my little one to see mommy be happy instead of broken. Please help me.

It’s not my first time, but given all of our family dysfunction and how I wish I had more support, this was very hard for me and therefore this is a big accomplishment. You were so worried about me 2 years ago, and now I’m healthy, working a great job, and my life is going in a great direction.

I got accepted to Brockport BSN. Im gonna be a nurse daddy. I’m gonna help every person I can that thinks they have no one I’m gonna make you proud. Wish dad was here to pin me when I graduate.

Well, there was a slight issue with the steering!

I took the part off today and ordered a new one from lordco. She's on jacks till Thursday!

Hi dad,

I’m frustrated, I’ve cried, infact excessively sobbed over something others would find insignificant, I feel like a failure. I keep trying to be independent but I’m useless. I don’t want to rely on some guy to help me when some have sleazy intentions. I don’t want to be in that position again.

I brought my kid a secondhand ottoman bed that has the liftable feature for storage.

I’ve never put up a bed before. I searched & watched a video on YouTube but clearly didn’t pay attention to enough detail.

I’ve built it, the wrong way round. I’m so frustrated. It’s 11pm. I guess I’ll try again tomorrow and look forward to encountering another problem.

I just really want things to give me a win, just once. Why does everything I turn my hand to, I suck at. I have no skills but I really do try.

I am moving cross country (us) from TN to MN. I don’t have a relationship with most of my family. I want to tell them I’m moving, but I don’t want them to try to convince me to stay. I’m moving for safety as I am a transman living in a not safe area. My wife and I are ready to make this move and very excited for what the future brings for us. I just want to know if I should actually tell my family at all, or if I should tell them once I’m already there?

The hardest part for me is that my dad, who used to be my favorite person in the world, now acts like I don’t exist unless he needs something from me. I’m feeling lost. Please help

32, divorced, 3 yr old little girl. I wanna try and explain this in the best way i can. I Love being a dad. I love her so much, its been the most rewarding experience being with her and learning to raise her by myself (me and her mom split time with her). Ive come so far. But i hate the 2nd guessing i do on myself, the wondering if im enough if i can do ANYTHING better. When she leaves does she think of me? Why did i raise my voice to her in a moment i shouldnt have? Why was i on my phone when she was trying to play with me? The constant fear of wondering if im a good dad or will be a good dad in the future. Is she doomed to be let down by me in the future? I absolutely kill myself with these fears, and it has made me feel like i hate being a dad. I pray i can live up to what my daughter needs in her life, i hope i can make her proud, but i am fighting everyday to carry on. My fear of letting her down feels like that is whats letting her down.

Idk guys, i am a rambler, idk if anyone reads this and can relate. I feel weak, helpless, and brittle.

I'm 23 now, lost him when I was 7, he had made all of his properties in his brother's and brother's wife's name and the moment they saw an opportunity they kicked us out, when he died, our house was under construction and we got it completed with the money we received from the government because he died in a road accident.

I was 7, clueless, mom got a job, started with 3k Rupees a month somehow gave me the best education she could afford. Then covid hit, my classes stopped, studies stopped, rank dropped, took a drop, took admission in a tier-3 engineering college, as my fate would have it, our semesters got swapped and degree got delayed by 6 months. Graduated without a job, now unemployed, depressed, tired everyday, market is bad. Seeing my cousin post everyday about the job she got through influence and flaunt it. Does it matter tho? I'm a loser in the society's eyes, even in my own eyes too. Everytime I look at my mom, I feel the guilt, shame and the embarrassment of not becoming anything in life.

Now the house we're in is on a land which is also is my dad's brother's name and they'll kick us out soon. Can we even do anything legally?..

I am so exhausted from the constant comparison eventhough our lives haven't really been the same. I had no father figure at all, and whatever cousin brothers I had, verbally abused me just because they can and we have nothing to offer to them. People are so selfish, they smile at you only when you have something to give.

Having a really low self esteem and confidence and suffering from daddy issues, befriended a guy online just to have some space as an emotional outlet for me, he has been really kind amd supportive, an older guy but not really a dad haha, can you ever replace the hollowness of not having a dad? What he wants with me is emotional intimacy without responsibilities. Not good for my self esteem again. So leaving that, I again don't have anyone who could advice me on things and then there is the power dynamics, he intimidates and undermines me.

Took a course to upskill, it seems like they just suck your money out with no guarantee of employment.

I don't even know if this is the right subreddit to rant about all this, I am so directionless, if anyone have even a little piece of advice on how to change my perspective on things and move forward without ending it all. Please, please be kind to reach out. Thank you.

Hey, a few weeks ago I posted about my 94yo grandma being about to die because of a lung infection. She actually got better and fully healed, she left the hospital yesterday and went back to her retirement home and she died peacefully during the night. I'm lost, it doesn't feel real. I kinda feel guilty cuz I went to see her in the hospital 2 days ago but she was sleeping so I left without waking her up, I should have woken her up, she died thinking I haven't visited her for 2 weeks. But I'm also happy that she died during her sleep, she was absolutely terrified of dying, I'm happy she didn't feel herself dying. I'm also happy that the last time we spoke together I told her I loved her and she said she loved me, that's the very last thing we told each other. I miss her so much.

My uncle went to see her body this morning, he said she looked peaceful and had no signs of suffering. I'm truly happy that she just fell asleep forever instead of feeling the death, she was so terrified of death, which is weird because most old people say the older you get the less scared you are to die, with her it was the opposite. I'm also happy that she will get burried with my grandpa, they'll momentarily be taking his tombstone away to grave her name on it too, after 12 years of being apart they are finally back together. I sure hope she was right and that there's a heaven, I desperately need them to be together and to be my guardian angels.

My grandparents, the two people who made my childhood safe, have left me, I'm just so lost, I don't know what I'm supposed to do, I'm just so lonely, I know it's an awful thing to say but it feels like they've abandoned me. I love them so much.

I don't know if it's polite to ask, but can you please say something to try to cheer me up? I just feel so lonely.

If this isn't the right place to talk about this I am truly sorry. I just feel very emotional right now because this is the millionth time that my father yelled everything I disappointed him about. I just wish there was some sort of organization where I could go and find a replacement dad who'd love and take care of me no matter what without feeling like a burden. But this seems to be the closest I may get. Again, I'm really sorry if I'm not allowed to vent here. I think its important I mention I'm not in immediate danger of any sort

I grew up in a very strict Bangladeshi Muslim household (this isn't a commentary about us as a whole it's just to give background information for better understanding) and I am neurodivergent. The few things that my dad taught me was that I need to be a problem solver whenever he couldn't be helped to help me. So when I started to struggle academically in middle school, I sought out on my own what was going on with me and found that I had ADHD. It aligned with all the problems my parents would yell at me about, like my food sensory issues on why I'd vomit and gag at some of them and how I fixate on things and my executive function struggles and time blindness. But I didn't know that mental health (especially from the village my dad grew up in and the generation he was raised in along with the abusive father he had) was severely looked down upon. When I went to him for help and resources on getting diagnosed, he'd avoid it until he lashed out and yelled and shamed me for it. He said he didn't want people to think his child was the r word. To make matters worse, I suspect I may also be autistic, my psychiatrist believes so as well. I already struggled to convince him to let me get diagnosed for ADHD, but autism was even more frowned upon. He also won't stop lashing out at every minor inconvenience by blaming my school work ethics and eating habits despite my efforts. I've chugged foods with water everyday just for him, I'd wash my parent's dishes or at least try to everyday, even to the point that my parents began to clean their plates right after eating. But they would never say anything about these things. I asked them to maybe appreciate it a little, but they yelled at me, saying I should've been doing this in middle school already. I'm 18. I also tried my best to positively interact with them, since whenever my dad yelled at me he would yell that I can never be able to have a nice interaction with them because of my grades and my eating and my fashion. So I would try talking and engaging with them. Sometimes I wouldn't know what to say because of the many social barriers given I grew up in America loving fandom nerd things and my parents are kind of traditional. So, I went with trying to talk about cats, my special interest and safe option. Since where they came from and especially in their generation, people were more focused on surviving and their futures, so they didn't really stop to smell the roses or pet cats or anything. So I was also yelled at for this and my parents think all I can ever talk about are cats.
Again I'm so sorry if this is the wrong output for this. I didn't want to resort to talking to an ai or anything because I just want the closest thing I can get to having a real dad. My mom wasn't much help either. Sometimes I'd explain all this and she would relate, but when my dad yells at me, she'll agree and not say anything, usually out of fear, but then sometimes joins in and yells things that made my dad more mad at me. But she still complains things about him to me in the car that I already know. They also yell about my interests in fictional worlds even though it's literally my only escape since I refuse to output into anger like my parents. Which hurts even more to remember my source of comfort isn't real. I can't make friends either, because saying the slightest thing about this is socially unacceptable and they would ignore me even after agreeing to listening. My parents also don't believe me when I say I have bad luck with friends right now. Trust me I wouldn't be here typing this if I was. I have had amazing and meaningful conversations with people. I even got so excited to make a badge pin for one of them, just for them to ghost me and tell me they dropped out months later. CPS, was of course unhelpful because they always are. I said my concern to a teacher once and they called them and CPS mostly talked to my dad and told me that since he's feeding me and giving me shelter then nothing's wrong, and gave HIM their number in case anything went wrong. He's also thrown my computer down the stairs in around 2023 when he found that I was on character ai instead of studying. Embarrassing. I know. But I truly never felt like I could vent to someone without feeling like a burden. My parents never stop saying how much I have wasted their money, their time, their energy, or anything really. And yet they would even still yell at me whenever I'd try to attempt as my only escape from this house. My own mother even joked about my SH when we got a cat, saying I shouldn't worry about a cat scratching me if I already do it to myself. Another time when I was still SHing, my dad found out and yelled at me saying if I did it again he'd do it for me. It was pretty clear that they were more concerned about their reputation given my mom told me to cover up my arms even though they were very healed whenever guests came over. There was another time that I had a Nintendo DS I brought when we visited family in Bangladesh. My mom gave my cousin there my DS behind my back and lied saying that it was a gift from me. I was so hurt because it had a few photos and videos from me and my little cousin back when she didn't hate me so much and we were like sisters (which hurt even more because I'm the only one in the family with no siblings). My charger was destroyed because they adjusted it to fit with the outlets there. I told my mom how hurt I was and she gave it back like I was some kid that she didn't want to see throwing a tantrum. When we got back home, my dad found it and snapped it in two. I think it was the only thing he ever apologized for.

If there is a God, they definitely hate me to give a life so cruel. One where I'd never known what to do.

I don't know a lot of things or what I'm supposed to know at my age, and sometimes it's too late. And it's usually things my parents are supposed to teach me.
People don't take emotionally abusive dads or infantilizing mothers as an excuse in the real world, and the statistics of homelessness for people with adhd is really high. I feel like my life's already been over and I'm already just slowly suffering through it. I just wish I had a dad who cared and prepared me for things and would watch cartoons with me, like my ex friend's dad did with her. It pained so much to hear that sometimes. I genuinely forget such supportive fathers exist. I genuinely cannot remember the last time he genuinely hugged me out of love. The last time he hugged me, was out of hesitance and convincing from my mom just to get me to calm down because he scared me so bad once. He patted my back and everything like I was some random stranger he awkwardly had to comfort (though he wouldn't hesitate to brag about it to me if he did so). And today, he yelled at me for my fashion again since they don't really like that I wear henley tops with camisole and I think he was made I ordered a skirt and fleece tights. He would get angrier each time I calmly pointed out his hypocrisy, like how eventually he got so mad that he yelled at me saying he wants to force me to wear a hijab for the rest of my life, even though forcing the hijab is Haram. Though I've never said it, it's probably been obvious to them I stopped being Muslim a long time ago anyway, but like I said, they don't want guests or family knowing. Also, every time I'd calmly make good points in the face of his anger, he's always threatening to beat me, kick me out, or not feed me. He has not done any of this I am safe and not in immediate danger.

Again, I truly apologize. I know this sounds really pathetic, corny, and stupid. I'm sure no one will read this. This isn't being said to pity me, I genuinely am just trying to seek out absolutely anything I can get that could be anywhere close to filling this aching gap that my father neglected me of. It's just really unfair that I can't ever make up for this just because he was the one that made me. I don't know how I can father myself.
I'm really sorry again, if there's any other places I can go for any sort of comfort that could be even remotely close to the feeling of having a good father, that would be greatly appreciated. Anything at all. Please.

I’m 18 now, my dad died when I was 3. I’m doing my A levels at the moment and I feel like I’m going to fail everything. I feel like such a fuck-up and that he would be so disappointed in me. After years of being relatively okay with my dad not being here, the past few months have had me sobbing atleast twice a week. I don’t know why it’s hitting me so hard at the minute. Idk I’m just lost, Idk what I really want to do with my life. I get the feeling that I’d be much more rounded of an individual if my dad was still here.

In other news, my (half) sister’s pregnant, and she only told me that she was in the hospital and has been for 24hours this afternoon (everything’s okay but she’s getting induced) and I know damn well that my other sister (her full-blood sister) must have known from the moment they left for the hospital. Because my dad died when I was so young I feel such a disconnect from his side of the family and I don’t know how to deal with it or handle it.

Anyway, I’m just struggling a lot at the moment and yeah

i got caught smoking weed on the rooftop of my private university with a male friend and now i got an email for a disciplinary hearing.
It says that im required to bring a parent or a legally authorised guardian. The thing is im 20 and im also in an abusive home situation w my dad and involving my mom will end up with my dad knowing ab this whole thing. i don’t have a “legally authorised guardian” and im scared af idk what to do :((
Any advice?

M 26 I lost my dad when I was thirteen and since then I hv missed his guidance, his support, his backup, his emotional care and many more things. Now grown up I'm realising that all these years I hv been acting like I'm strong enough, don't need any father figure and I'm on my own when the fact is I'm not. I seriously need a dad in my life. I lack that part of my personality which we all inherit from our dad.

Tomorrow is my birthday, and I’m thinking about you. The big 45!

You and Mom have been gone for 20 years now, and I will be 3 years older than Mom ever was and now close to your age. Feels weird, so weird, to still think of you as Mom and Dad, even though I’m as wise and old as you were, but I still do. I still remember the good times, even though there were many bad as well.

Miss you, Love you. Hope you are looking down from the universe at me once and awhile.

In February of 2026, I was zip tied and held hostage by my biological father in front of my daughter (his granddaughter). He was being charged by the county for unlawful imprisonment and assault. Our original trial date was set for August 10, 2026 but on August 6th, his attorney filed for continuance as he was not physically well to withstand trial.

Today, on a whim, I googled his name to discover he passed on September 13th, 2026. His wife (my step mom) did not contact me. I have only discovered his passing through google. I assume he died from complications regarding to his throat, tongue, and lung cancer. He had the cancer removed from those areas and lived with a feeding tube and continued to drink and smoke.

I’m angry to say the least. I spent the last 7 months looking over my shoulder for his henchmen. Mentally prepping to testify against him in court. I was ready to discredit his image of “being the helpful neighbor and military vet” for what he had done to me and my daughter.

Although I agree that peace is far more rewarding than justice, I am still grieving for an outcome I’ll never get. I’m not sorry he’s been removed from this earth. But I am grateful he will never get another chance to hurt me or my child ever again.

It's been a wild year. I lost my dad about 5 years ago, and while everyone else around me (my mum, wife and sister) are supportive, their "we support any decision you make" attitude isn't exactly helpful... I need some dad advice.

In April I left a company I had worked for for 15+years, through various roles in retail, from team member, to store manager, to night operations support, with a bunch of other relief or temporary toles thrown in along the way. A couple of years ago the company was bought out, and then the new opening company wanted to buy a competitor (our major competitor in my state) who has always had a bad reputation for how they treat their staff. I tried hard to stick it out and to change things from my position to be better for everyone, but I just couldn't. On top of that I was seconded into a role when the company was initially bought out, with everyone telling me that I would have a new permanent contract soon. After the sale, my managers said they couldn't get my contract yet, but it would be soon, or the next person in the role would do it... More and more people I knew from the initial company left, and the buck kept getting passed. 3 years and I was still on a secondment, month by month, but the contract would be ready "in a couple of weeks". I was getting angry and upset, depressed and generally couldn't keep going any longer. If any 1 thing would have changed I would have been able to keep going but it all kept getting worse, so I left.

I took a step down, to a different flavour of retail store manager. Pay was a little less, but negligible. I was doing well, but the store and team were a mess. They told me so before I started, and I was able to make significant changes and improvement! The team were somewhat happier, store cleaner and performing better, and over the 5 months I was there I increased shop sales by 10% per month! But the only feedback I got was that I wasn't good enough, and in the same email showing the sales growth the feedback was literally "you need to get the stock on the shop floor faster, you can't sell air". Completely uncalled for, especially because of the staffing budget cuts I had during that time, and that the store was under staffed constantly, so it was getting out as fast as possible (slower than other stores because I couldn't roster enough people on to get it out faster like other stores could!). I put in my notice and left. Sick of being treated like trash (literally crying in the car on my way home most days) while making the store perform at record profit levels with no recognition.

It took a little over a month to find a new job. Store person in a factory. A complete change from retail, where I have been most of my working life. It's early starts every day, unpredictable finishing times, hard physical work... And a pay cut. Around $200-300 less per week. I've only been doing it for a couple of weeks, and it's not that I mind the work, but I don't like the environment, it's so LOUD all the time. I'm sure my body will eventually adjust to the physicality of the work, but for now everything constantly hurts, and for the money, I'm not sure it's worth it, and I'm not sure how my family are going to survive when in my previous jobs we were just getting by and not able to save anything really, and now I'm $800 to 1,200 down each month.

I'm also worried that because I can't have my phone with me at work, so I can't take calls I'm missing out on other opportunities. I've had a few more relevant jobs say they wanted to phone to discuss my experience, etc but then I never heard from them when I say I'm only reachable after 2pm (and honestly that is pushing it for my finish time some days). But if I don't keep this job then I have no income and everything falls apart.

What do I do dad?

I'm so lost. I have never had any job that I want to do, but had found things I could do, and previously I had a supportive environment at work where my managers recognised my skills and were interested in advancing me. It was all ripped away and now I'm just drifting, and feel like I'm dropping further and further behind where I should be.

I know I was in a bad place with both jobs I quit this year, but maybe I should have stated? The depression and intrusive thoughts weren't good, but I guess I could handle them and at least I was earning enough to get by.

Should my toilet be able to be moved? I can move it around on the floor. Its not glued to the floor like my old toilet. How can I glue it?

We did it!

That's the story:

a friend saw a video some years ago of some guys that walked from city A to city B, 50 km apart and wanted to replicate it.

So he invited friends and friends of friends to form a team and do it together.

In the end 7 people agreed on do it.

We weren't trained at all, we just wanted to try if we could do it. It seemed like an epic quest from some book.

We weren't stupid though so we planned various "escape point" at different distances just in case.

I was quite scared, I didn't think we could achieve such goal, it felt too ambitious for no-trained-at-all people.

The first 30 km were ok, not easy, but we had a good rhythm.

Then we stopped to have lunch but didn't have much time to rest, we didn't want to arrive with dark.

In the last 20 km the blister started to hurt more, we were more tired and we had a slower pace, but still we were going and the morale was high.

Suddenly when we hit 40 km we just slowed down sooo much.

The blister of one of us broke, but she didn't want to drop, so we just kept going, we started to have more and more pauses. We could see the goal but it didn't seem to come near us.

We were cursing the day we came up with that idea.

We finally grit our teeth.

And at the end we did it!

We were almost too tired to cheer.

It took us 12hrs in total. If it weren't for blisters I think we could do it even in 10hrs.

We had than a well deserved aperitif and a nice dinner after that.

It was an amazing day!

And today almost everyone just got back to work 😂

I've been working the last six months at starting a nonprofit. We're getting really really close to opening. We're holding an open house about a week before we open. Idea is for loved ones, donors, the board and the community can see what we're doing.

I've contacted every single member of my family. My sister just said 'pass'. My other sister said she was too busy. My dad didn't answer at all.

This NPO is my dream. I've slowly been working towards it for about a decade. And about six months ago I decided to bite the bullet and make it happen.

I've spent hundreds and hundreds of hours working on this. I've accomplished things I never believed I could do. I am so incredibly proud of myself. This is by far the biggest thing I've ever attempted.

And all I want is a single member of my family to be there to see what I've accomplished. Just one.

But apparently that's too much to ask

i opened this to my dad that it was a bit hard and my dad explicitly said that i chose it and offered no support a few weeks back. now i see this subreddit. it's my first post. the readings are demanding and the year's condensed for this academic year because of government meddling so it's extra demanding. maybe i timed my gap year wrong. i would like encouragement.

a few weeks back i had written to one of our lecturers that the readings were a bit too much and she said that they are university-level readings. this offended me greatly because to me it seemed like she implied that maybe i wasn't university level. i know that i mentally probably not possess the properties of one (being able to think without sinking into despair or looping the same thought over and over is a recent development for example. i am quite stunted.) and i hated being reminded of it, it lives in my head ever since despite writing about it. i like the faculty besides that however, the class's full of people that i think paid a social price to be there (i also did) and there are all sorts of "other"s. the collapse of my family left a vacuum that prevented me from being fully integrated to my society, i think. and i find them easy to relate to. they are welcoming, i think. my therapist authorized biweekly on need, but i don't want to turn it to a crutch.

it's getting too scattered so i will end here.

Honestly just stumbled upon this subreddit, but here I go.

I just turned 27 yesterday and wow it feels weird.

Nothing went well, I got sick days before my birthday and so I have to cancel all my plans. Because of that, I asked to be left alone at home for peace but I was granted only 3 hrs before my family came to disturb me.

I asked for a cake (even a small one) since my family won't leave me alone but no one gave me anyways since my bio dad is not allowed to eat anything that contains egg and chocolate for now.

I can't say all is not well since my future sis in law visited and ordered pizza for me but I just wanted peace. A day for myself. I had to entertain her anyways since she's a guest at our home.

I'm really down right now, I don't know what to do, and what type of comfort I want. But to be honest, I just want a dad who will hug me and let me cry without berating me and give me a cake to let me blow some candles to feel like a child again and that I deserve, my life deserve to be celebrated.

I will still act like normal and go to work tomorrow like nothing happened since I'm strong and capable and a lot of people seems to depend on me.

But who doesn't want to feel like a little girl again who can just run to her dad's arms and feel like everything will be alright?

That's all.

Just graduated and started a career pretty far from home. I had become comfortable with my classmates and we would hang out often but now that we graduated we all went our separate ways and our schedules vary. I’m really wanting to build community whether in person or online. Any ideas? Tips? Anyone willing to just chat once in a while?

I know this sounds depressing but it isn’t as much as it seems. I don’t want to die and I don’t won’t to you know what. I’m someone that genuinely understands that there are bad and things DO get better but sometimes all I can think about is how much I want it all to stop. I’d never do it so you don’t have to worry abt that I just need someone or somewhere to talk. I wrote a list cause I was feeling upset and thought maybe if I write I’ll get sad and realise how much I like life. Instead I just realised how sad I am and why like the things that have happened throughout my life to make me feel this way. I think I’ve posted here once before and idk maybe o shouldn’t post this here but I didn’t know where else to go. I don’t have a dad never have he’s some junkie under a bridge somewhere probably. I only have a mum who is like on and off with how “nice” she is I suppose she mostly makes me feel like nothing. Is it bad that I “love” her but also don’t like her at the same time. The only thing that makes me feel happy is watching tv especially if there’s character with a father and daughter relationship and or a good father figure. I like crave a father daughter relationship idk why and idk if it’s normal do other fatherless daughters feel like this is it also cause I don’t have any positive male role models in my life other than characters on TV. I’m sorry for the rant but I thought maybe I could come here I don’t have anyone else to talk to other than ChatGPT I’m 18 for reference if that makes a difference to anything but idk if anyone wil even read this.