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Hi. I’m a 49-year-old man in Australia, hoping to connect with someone in the 30–50 age range who’d like a real conversation and a gentle, genuine connection.

I’m not after anything rushed — just someone kind, sincere, and open to getting to know someone new. I’m friendly, respectful, and I value honesty and warmth.

Starting with comments here is perfect. If we click and it feels comfortable for both of us, I’d love to eventually meet for a relaxed coffee or a simple walk somewhere public. Affection and closeness matter to me, but only at a pace that feels mutual and safe.

If you’re also looking to talk with someone real and steady, feel free to reply here. I’ll read every comment. #Australia #Loneliness

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At what age could you feel you were different than your siblings or kids in the neighborhood or at school?

I knew this at age 3, and I was extremely lonely, and it was an emotionally cold feeling in my house... until dad came around for a few hours and left for a few days. #CPTSD #PTSD #MentalHealth #Anxiety #Depression #Trauma #ComplexPosttraumaticStressDisorder

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Just problems in general #Depression #Anxiety

Hello, I am new to this app, but my name is Nash. I’m 16 years old I feel like every single day is just a loop every single day I go to school And honestly, it’s straining my mental health. It’s too much homework And I never wanted to go to school because I was so scared of the work or getting bullied People say things about me and they say it’s just a joke, but I don’t feel that type of way I don’t really have that much friends at all I’m a bit lonely I mean, I have some friends, but sometimes I feel like everybody is not my friend which is true When I come back home, I don’t even do my homework because I’m so tired of always thinking about problems overnight then the next thing is I feel like I waste my break days by just doomscrolling and I wanna lose weight and there’s other things I wanna talk about but that’s all I’m sorry. I’m just feel really upset right now.

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Lyrics from many different songs that are helping me to process what I’m going through- 2

“Something has changed within me. Something is not the same. I'm through with playing by the rules of someone else's game. Too late for second-guessing. Too late to go back to sleep. It's time to trust my instincts…
I'm through accepting limits ‘cause someone says they're so. Some things I cannot change but, til I try, I'll never know. Too long I've been afraid of losing love, I guess I've lost. Well, if that's love, it comes at much too high a cost…Everyone deserves the chance to fly. And if I'm flying solo, at least I'm flying free…”

“Don’t try to take this from me…Feels like I’m waking from the dead…I thought we could brave it all. I never thought that what would take me out was hiding down below. Lost the battle, win the war. Bringing my sinking ship back to the shore…starting over. There’s a time and a place to die, but this ain’t it. If there’s a future, [I] want it…[I] have some memories…they will remind me not to make the same mistakes again…”

“It got progressively harder to miss you…”

“[you say this is love]…but I’m still gone…I’ve got to make my peace. I’ve got to move on…[I had to wake up. I’ve] got the right to choose….[I’ve] got the right to choose. Real love, I wanna feel…real love. True love,…I wanna know what it means to really be loved “

“Reborn and shivering. Spat out on new terrain. Unsure, unconvincing, this faint and shaky hour. Day one, day one, start over again. Step one, step one, I am barely making sense, for now. I'm faking it 'til I'm pseudo making it…from scratch, begin again, but this time I as I. And not as We. Gun shy and quivering. Timid, without a hand. Feign brave with steel intent…Day one, day one, start over again. Step one, step one, with not much making sense, just yet. I'm faking it 'til I'm pseudo making it…from scratch. Begin again, but this time I as I, and not as We…”

“All the lonely shadow dances…It’s a solo song…only for the brave.”

“She was wise, full of magic and light. You could see it in her eyes….I saw it in her eyes”

“No need to hide little morning bird. You’re grown now. It’s safe now for your return…Bring all of you, broken pieces [too]…What you’re seeking’s been inside of you…don’t you change your tune. Show us the world from your own point of view. The more that you sing out the better we’ll be. Color us brighter with what you have seen…Bring all of you. What you’re seeking’s been inside of you…”

“There is a light at the end of the tunnel…’Cause now I know…there is a light inside of me. There was a shadow of a doubt but, baby, it’s never going out. There is a light inside of me”
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“Just because you’re sad or grieving doesn’t mean you’re not grateful. And it doesn’t mean you’re not hopeful. Sadness is the soul’s way of saying, ‘This mattered.’ “

“If something so impossibly catastrophic and unimaginably awful can happen, then doesn’t it also mean that something impossibly beautiful and impossibly redemptive can happen?”

“I can’t say what will happen. But I can tell…[and] show [myself] what is possible”

#Relationships #EmotionalAbuse #manipulation #Grief

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The Quiet Healing of an Older Soul

#MentalHealth #MensMentalHealth #healingjourney #olderandwiser #MentalHealthAwareness #menandmentalhealth #growth #PeaceOfMind #resilience #keeppushing #healingtakestime #emotionalstrength

I woke up today feeling something I haven’t felt in a long time #peace . Not the kind that comes from everything going right but the kind that comes when you finally stop fighting what’s out of your control.

As an older man, life has taught me lessons I didn’t ask for. I’ve walked through anger, loneliness, disappointment and silence that could swallow a person whole. I used to carry everything inside, thinking it was strength until it started breaking me quietly.

There was a time I couldn’t recognize myself. My temper was short, my patience even shorter. I pushed people away without meaning to. I told myself I was fine when, deep down, I was falling apart. But age has a way of softening a man. It humbles you. It teaches you that healing isn’t about forgetting the pain; it’s about learning to live beyond it.

These days, I take things slower. I listen more. I spend more time outside, breathing in moments instead of rushing through them. My mind still gets loud sometimes but now I know how to quiet it with prayer, reflection and gratitude for simply being alive.

I’m not fully healed yet but I can say this: I’m no longer who I was. And maybe that’s enough for today.

If you’ve ever been through a similar journey; if you’ve had to rebuild yourself quietly... I’d love to hear how you found your peace too.

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New Worship Song

Jesus Is Patient

Jesus is patient with us when
Jesus is patient with us when we are going through a hard time
Amen and thank you Lord for this blessing

Jesus is patient with us when
Jesus is patient when we are sick or hurt
Amen and thank you Lord for this blessing

Jesus is patient with us when
Jesus is patient when we are overwhelmed or sad
Amen and thank you Lord for this blessing

Jesus is patient with us when
Jesus is patient we are tired or lonely
Amen and thank you Lord for this blessing

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For What Words Are Worth

I never wanted to be the loudest mind in a quiet room. It just kept happening — truth slipping out like breath, not prophecy... and people watched as if revelation were some secret I was chosen to carry, when really, I’ve just grown tired of pretending the obvious is complicated. There is a strange punishment in clarity: the clearer I speak, the more they insist it must be wisdom. They praise what they cannot imitate — not realizing I never meant to teach, only to meet... and I pay for it in solitude; I do not seek pedestals — as pedestals are prisons disguised as altars.

the truth leaves my mouth

the quiet room now stares back

just lost, not profound

Sometimes I wonder: if someone else finally said what I see so clearly, would I feel relief or wounded, as if deprived of my special individuality? Or would it maybe just feel like peace in the resound — proof that I am not the last of my kind in this quiet world full of loud people who say nothing.

empty lecture hall

my words still echo louder

than the mere applause

​​​​​​​There’s a particular kind of loneliness reserved for the ones who think in layers... for those who speak in truths before others manage metaphors. They call it depth, but it feels more like exile. A mind sharpened by solitude learns too early that brilliance is not applause — it’s the ache of standing where no one else stands yet. I wanted company — not a crown.

pedestal is glass

they see the light, not the height

I long for flat ground

On World Poetry Day, they celebrate voices like mine — voices that bleed neat and beautiful on paper. They see the poem, but not the person whispering lines into a void that rarely whispers back. They say poets change the world, but I know the truth: poets survive it. We do not write because we wish to be revered— we write because silence feels like drowning. Some search for fame — I search for reflection. The rare soul who arrives not to admire or follow — but to answer... someone whose silence carries thought, and whose voice arrives not as an emulation, but presence.

late revelations

I write to not disappear,

not to be profound

Poets do not break by screaming; poets break by going quiet. Until then, I keep writing — not for the audience, but for the possibility... and if no one arrives to speak in my cadence, I will not dim my voice... I'm not sure if I even know how. I will build a language they must learn or lose; not chosen — just unwilling to disappear.

the dialogue fades

only sequins and applause

I wait for the thought

#MightyPoets

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