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lo, /adv/. I have a pretty disturbing story for you. If you're easily bothered I would not recommend reading further. If you have any advice (a condolence would suffice) despite the content, please leave a reply.
I had a prudish grandmother. She was relatively young when I was born, so throughout my childhood she managed a store. She made enough money to live comfortably with her son. We spent the greatest weekends together.
I use the word prudish because she was OCD when it came to cleaning. Typical 50+ middle class woman. She had struggled with addiction to her prescriptions in the past, but her husband was an engineer and saw her through to sobriety.
A couple years after their divorce she took a hard fall down the stairs. She suffered some brain damage. Not long after, she lost the house.
She moved into a rattier apartment after claiming disability (she was suffering not only from brain damage , but severe arthritis and fibromyalgia at that point). From that apt to the worst complex in town after taking in a dependent/addict family member.
Here she met the worst of them. My grandmother, once so prudish and vain no one was allowed in her home, became addicted to crack and meth. More than once I caught her sleeping with:
1) mentally disabled men
2) dangerous/violent men (damaged our property)
3) considerably younger black men for drugs

I don't know how to handle this. It kills me to know that the grandmother who helped raise me is giving herself to younger men for drugs/attention.
She was never this way. All I can conclude is that the fall damaged her forever.

Insults are not needed. This is real, and it's tearing me to pieces. I'm on the verge of suicide.
My mom told me at this point, all I can do is call and tell her I love her.
It feels so wrong because she cared for me when I had no one. She raised me. If she could have seen herself now ten years ago I know for a fact she'd ask me to kill her.
Currently shacked up with another crack head in the ghetto.

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So, I'm having sort of a panic attack over something dumb I did on the group chat that caused a huge drama. (Excluded one of my friend's dumb ex that 90% of the people didn't care about or like, but didn't tell her beforehand so now I feel like shit)
How do I stop it? What do I do? Please say something because It's 6 in the morning and the amount of anxiety this is making me feel is kinda out of this world

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So for the past couple months or so I have been feeling an odd sensation. It mostly happens when I am laying in bed in the dark but can sometimes happen during the day.

Its hard to explain but it feels like I am far away from myself. Like I will have my arm across my chest and I can feel my arm on my skin but at the same time it feels like my arm is 20 feet away. At the same time the bed on my back feels 20 feet away in the other direction. Its a very odd unsettling sensation. I know that I am perfectly fine in one piece but it just feels so strange. I usually have to move around to assure myself that I am not being scattered apart.

A couple time it has been so bad that I had to switch on the light and look at myself because my mind kept telling me that I was breaking into pieces and moving away from myself.

The fuck is wrong with me? How do I either make this stop or master astral projection?

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Girl that I just started dating says that she is moving to Sacremento from where we live now: Orange County. Long story short I've liked her a lot for the past 3 years of high school and now that I am in my first year of college and she is about to graduate, we finally got together and have gone on 2 dates. I realize that's not much, but she is truly unique in how amazingly smart she is and that's all I truly want from a relationship desu. In 6 months she will be moving and I told her that I don't mind it if she'd want to break off the relationship because of reasons, but I would entirely be willing to continue with a long-distance relationship. We are going to try and figure it out over the next few months. Any suggestions/advice/comforting words or anything would be helpful, thank you guys.

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I'm an autistic loser and I was wondering if it's normal and if it is how do I ask out a cute girl behind the counter of a store I frequent

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I just got a text from this girl I used to bang. She asked me if I was married or have a girlfriend. Should I tell her about my girlfriend? I get the impression that she's a no-strings-attached type of girl, so maybe the girlfriend would be a good thing, since it means I won't want to attach any strings?

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I'm looking to do more self improvement. I've already been going to the gym for about two and a half years, I've started reading a lot more, switching up my style, and I'm starting a new job late March. Any more suggestions? Just in general.

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A lot of people comment that I have yellow skin. I got blood tests done to check for liver problems, which came back negative. Is there any other possible reason for me to be like this?

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I originally posted this on r9k, but didn't get any replies.

I have a work problem and I'm scared to go in tomorrow.

So today, before I left work, I really had to take a shit, so I rushed into my office's bathroom. I almost never go to the bathroom at work, but I just couldn't hold it in. Like literally about to explode through my ass crack. However, it was a huge shit, so it wouldn't flush. And it made a mess on the way out, where my boxers, legs and some of the floor/toilet were shit stained. So I just ran out of there. I'm pretty sure I wiped everything down before rushing out, but can't remember for sure. Now I'm scared it's still in there or worse someone found it and knew it was me (people were still in the office when I rushed in there) or that I didn't wipe everything down properly and the toilet/floor was shit stained.

What should I do? Do I just call in sick tomorrow and hope everyone's forgotten about it by Thursday?

I present to you a funny Tinder picture as a reward for your advice.

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I keep finding issues and problems with conventional courses of action towards life itself.

I see there's no true purpose to this existence.

This world is terribly disappointing, and the foundation it's built on is sad in and of it self.

I'm not going to commit suicide, but I'm not going to reproduce either. I simply can't stomach the behavior of my fellow man. There's no way out of this reality I find myself in except escapism. I'm currently a NEET, but until recently I had a job as a carpenter's assistant, and I saw the lives other people lead.

A part of me wishes to have the ability to desire. I can't look at a shiny motor vehicle and want it. I can't look at women and want them. I can't really desire anything unless it pertains to what I'm interested in, and that's primarily drawing.

I wonder if my belief is born from defeatism, but I have a feeling it isn't. I could easily attain what the men beside me can. You can try and patch a gaping hole in a boat with tape (philosophy), but it doesn't work. There's a reason religion says this life is but provisional. It's not worth bringing more human beings into other-wise.

I wonder if this is why atheists never have children. They know about this world, and they see it with a fog-less lens.

I believe I've got Aspergers. My IQ is 130, and my mother is a black-hispanic, but my father is white. That isn't natural at all. I've rocketed past the white median IQ despite my own racial composition. People could say "You're just an out-lier!", but I don't see why I would be. Mexicans are 40-60% white, and they're not generally intelligent. I should have had difficulty in school. My sister's IQ is the average of 100.

I can only hope that my mind will change if I go out and experience the world for myself as a player instead of an observer, but I highly doubt this. Everything in the world outside of nature feels like staring at a brick-wall, and "normal" industrial world social interactions are over-whelming.

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Have any anons here had success escaping the NEET life?

I'm only a quasi-NEET (shitty part-time job) but I am a piece of shit.

>graduated college over 2 years ago
>live with parents
>never got a driver's license
>kissless virgin
>part-time job allows me to barely pay off student loans and go out once/twice weekly
>come home from work too tired & burned out to do anything
>sleep in and still wake up feeling exhausted
>on my days off, I just dick around on the computer all day
>generally have no idea what to do with my life
>feel incredibly lonely & isolated all the time

Here are, what I think are my biggest problems...

1) I feel lethargic & unmotivated all the time. Sleeping & eating well don't seem to have any positive effect. All I end up doing is dicking around on the computer all day when I want to be working out or improving my skill set (as I did today).

2) I need a new job (and more money), but I lack a real skill set & I don't know where to even start looking. I've been doing some preliminary lessons in html/CSS, but I don't actually know how to turn that into a real job.

3) Every time I get into a few days of being productive, I start to feel trapped, get overwhelmed and return to my old ways.

4) My social life is in shambles. I live in a suburb full of kids/parents/retirees, severely limited by a lack of funds/transportation. I've got one very good friend who is essentially my link to the outside world, but I can't totally rely on him for that all the time.

I would be interested in hearing if any of you have had similar problems, and if you were able to overcome them.

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At what point have you screwed up your life enough to justify suicide?

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Anons, husband and a father here who needs advice. My wife suffers from seasonal depression/ anxiety. When she gets into her moods, she's unreasonable and panicky. The smallest thing can set her off, and lead her falling into greater anxiety that can last for days.

I've been dealing with this for the past 6 years. and I'm tired. I'm at my wits end. Every day it's like rolling the dice. Who will I see at home? My loving spouse, or a nutcase? I have a great son with her, but at times, iive spent weeks taking care of him and her.

She's getting help now, after 6 years she acknowledges that it's a real problem that's slowly destroying our life. But it's just started, and today she had another flare up.

I'm tired guys, I'm not strong enough anymore. I guess I'm asking If there's anyone else out there that's dealing with something like this or has dealt with this. What did you do? should I seek counseling too?

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Need help writing a cover letter

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I have a worsening brain disease and they think it's my autism you can read my Reddit posts under dying_atheist_117 anyways I feel like a parasite on society and no longer have anything to contribute so I see suicide as my only option