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An exerpt I wrote about myself. Shared as a last attempt to get some help. Not in a great place right now.

Me
For as long as I can remember I’ve been struggling with my happiness. Now I just don’t have the motivation for anything, for life. I’m not even sure who I am anymore. My relationship with the mother of my children broke up in 2019, lets just say it was an acrimonious split that led to a nasty court battle so I could even see my children

My financial problems started shortly after. I took the kids away to Butlins and because I’m stupid, I spent all my money on it, my rent money, my council tax money. This was November, right before Christmas and I HAVE to be the one that spends the most. I can’t stand it if people think bad of me, so I ignored my bills to spend on the kids. For me after the damage my ex had done to my reputation with the kids it was all I had left. I had to outspend her. It set in a sequence of events I have never recovered from. The council got an attachment of earnings order on my wages and because of this I didn’t pay my rent. It is still unpaid to this day.

I thought I could the reason I felt sad every day was because I was lonely. My brother was happy in a new relationship, and I wanted what they had. I got my wish. After about six months of looking, I matched with someone on POF. It went really well and we started a serious relationship. Neither of us drove, so I saw her a could of times a week and travelled by taxi. The times suited me. I was happy with that and once it started to be more it began to annoy me. She loved me with every fibre in her and I said the same to her, but it wasn’t true. I’d began to like my own space and my time alone. It was an inconvenience to see her. I realised I cared for her a lot, but I didn’t love her like she loved me.

I was too scared to end things though. I’m scared to death of confrontation, and my constant need to please wouldn’t let me hurt her. So, I did what I always do, I pushed her away. I lied, I hid things and I told her what she wanted to hear to keep the peace. It all blew up eventually; she found out about my financial problems. My ex didn’t help. She messaged her directly and made-up horrendous lies about me to get her to split up with me.

The sex was an issue too. I was unable to perform regularly. I could bring her to orgasm in other ways regularly, but she wanted sex. I started to hate my penis and wish I didn’t have one. This was an issue with my ex too. Eventually she’d had enough and left leaving me alone again with my suicidal thoughts, which are now nearly every day.

Since I have been an adult I’ve effeminate man. I’m sensitive to small things. My family have regularly suggested that I should be gay because of how I am sometimes. My ex told me she was genuinely scared I was going to tell her I was gay. I don’t fancy men though. I like women, but I think it’s more than that. I have constantly felt ever since I was older that I could be in the wrong skin. In the wrong body.

My mum told me that throughout her whole pregnancy she believed me to be a girl, she was shocked when I came out a boy. Is that what I was supposed to be? I think about it every day now and I’m just so confused. I was brought up in a strict catholic household. These feelings feel wrong and dirty. I am much mire liberal than her, I disagree with just about all of her beliefs, yet I can’t accept what these feelings are.

When I play a game, I always choose a female protagonist, it actually annoys me if there isn’t one. I’ve ditched a game before because of this. Is this the reason for my sadness? Why didn’t getting in a relationship with someone who loved me help?

Where am I now? I have never told anyone these thoughts that I may be in the wrong body and I don’t intend to. I am sad everyday and I constantly feel I would rather not be here. I try to talk myself out of killing myself with reasons like it would break my nans heart or the kids are just too young to process it. I have considered crashing my car just to get out of having to go to work because it gives me anxiety.

My relationship with my children is improving slowly. They come here more and I’ve had to work damn hard to get it to that. After what happened with my ex

Add to that my intrusive thoughts about my body and my financial problems. I live in constant fear that I am going to come home from work, and I’ve been kicked out of my house. I’m scared of every knock at the door, and I won’t open my mail.

I hate myself constantly, I’m no good and I don’t know why I am the way I am. I’ve tried to seek help recently and it hasn’t worked. It’s like trying to force yourself into the middle of a rubber band ball. The NHS passed me on to someone who passed me on to someone. Every time I have to start from the start explaining the surface level problems, but nobody digs any deeper. They have passed me onto housing help now. That’s not what I want, I want someone to help me find out who I’m supposed to be. Why am I the way I am and what can do to want to be here, to experience life.

I don’t know why I’m even writing this. Maybe it will end up being my suicide note when they find me. Who am I kidding, I’m too scared to ever act on these feelings. This started as something I could record to send to therapy when they ask, ‘what’s wrong with you?’ and I just carried on writing, though I could never afford it. Maybe when I get kicked out of my house it will be the thing that tips me over the end. Just wanted to write how I feel down. So if anything did ever happen, people would know why. Maybe it will be something I can look upon in happier times. I doubt it though. #MentalHealth #Depression #Suicide

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Anxiety and relationships.

When you’ve lived in a survival-based, uncertain environment for most of your life, you tend to develop control patterns that quietly cloud your judgment throughout adulthood.

I discovered this very late in life.

For years, I thought I was simply “intuitive.” I believed I could predict patterns before they happened. I thought I always knew when something was wrong.

But the truth is: it wasn’t intuition. It was a survival mechanism.

Unfortunately, I became someone who was constantly scanning for danger, waiting for something to go wrong. I would overanalyze everything, replay conversations in my head for hours, search for hidden meanings, connect patterns that didn’t exist, and mentally prepare myself for abandonment, disappointment, or betrayal before anything even happened.

And it’s exhausting.

I’m not a genius. I’m not psychic. I can’t see the future.

I’m just a wounded person who spent most of their life trying to protect themselves through a false sense of control.

Coming to this realization took so much energy from me that today, I sometimes don’t even know how to regulate my nervous system anymore. I don’t know what is true intuition and what is simply anxiety speaking.

And I think many of us see this most clearly in our relationships — romantic or not.

We overgive. We overlove. We overexplain. We overcheck. We overanalyze.

And in the end, everything we fear seems to happen anyway, almost like a painful manifestation of our own fears.

So how do we regulate?

What’s helping me — and I’m still learning — is slowing down before reacting. Sitting with discomfort instead of immediately trying to control it. Allowing people to show me who they are over time instead of trying to predict outcomes. Journaling instead of spiraling. Talking kindly to myself instead of treating anxiety like intuition. Resting. Going outside. Breathing. Creating. Letting my body feel safe again.

Most importantly, I’m learning that peace does not come from control.

It comes from safety within yourself.

#Anxiety #MentalHealth #healingjourney #reclaimyourself

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I'm new here!

Hi, I’m kmw19. I’m here to learn healthier ways to manage my borderline personality disorder and better understand myself. I struggle daily with relationships, friendships, intimacy, and family connections, and sometimes it feels overwhelming trying to balance my emotions and reactions.I joined this space because I want growth, support, and understanding. I want to learn how to communicate better, cope in healthier ways, and build more stable relationships while continuing to work on myself every day.I’m here to talk, listen, learn from others, and connect with people who understand the ups and downs that come with BPD. Please be kind — healing is a process, and I’m doing my best.#MightyTogether #BorderlinePersonalityDisorder #BipolarDisorder #PTSD #ADHD #Anxiety #Depression

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I’m new here!

Hi, my name is EH8988eh.

#MightyTogether . If I’m being fully honest, I think I view myself like the giant in a story.
Not the beautiful girl the misunderstood one. The big, angry, almost monstrous character that people fear or misunderstand until someone finally loves them enough to see the softness underneath.

Because underneath all of it, I do have the same softness the sweet girls have. I love deeply. I care deeply. I want tenderness, romance, safety, gentleness.
But I think growing up, my mother made femininity feel unsafe for me. Her words, actions, and judgments slowly pulled it out of me until I became hard in places I was supposed to stay soft.

So now I think I move through relationships carrying both people inside me at once:
the girl who desperately wants love, and the angry giant who learned not to expect it.

And because I’m still searching for the kind of love and emotional safety I never fully received growing up, I sometimes tolerate silence, inconsistency, or emotional distance longer than I should because some part of me is still hoping to finally be chosen gently.

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Mental Health Awareness Month: PTSD

Mental Health Awareness Month lands differently when you say PTSD out loud and then hesitate, like you need to qualify it. Not “serious enough,” not “like others,” as if pain has a ranking system and yours needs approval before it counts. I don’t buy that. Triggers do not wait for permission, and neither does the body when something old gets tapped. You have your list, and every one of those carries weight, history, and a mark that did not come from nowhere.

Lipreading was never just a skill, it was survival dressed up as effort. Sitting there trying to catch fragments, guessing at meaning, watching mouths move faster than clarity ever arrived. The pressure to get it right, the fear of getting it wrong, the quiet exhaustion of always being “almost” in the conversation. That kind of constant strain leaves a residue. Even now, certain situations can snap you right back into that space, where your brain is sprinting and your body is bracing at the same time.

Bullies leave a different kind of imprint, sharper and more direct. Not just the obvious moments, but the accumulation, the repeated message that you were an easy target, that something about you could be picked at, laughed at, dismissed. That stuff does not just fade because time passes. It builds a reflex, a quick scan of the room, a readiness to defend or withdraw. You learn to read danger before it fully shows up, and that hyper-awareness can stick around long after the people are gone.

Gossip cuts in a quieter way, especially when it comes from people you once trusted. There is a sting in realizing conversations were happening without you, about you, shaping perceptions you never had a chance to correct. It chips at your sense of belonging. You start second-guessing who is safe, who is real, who is just smiling while carrying something else behind your back. That kind of fracture does not make noise, but it changes how you step into any community after that.

Marriage brings its own layer, because it touches identity, expectation, and vulnerability all at once. When things strain or break, it is not just about the relationship, it is about what you thought was stable, what you invested, what you hoped would hold. Triggers here can show up in the smallest moments, a tone, a memory, a pattern that echoes something unresolved. It can pull you into reflection, regret, or defensiveness before you even realize what started it.

Employment adds another pressure point, one that blends survival with self-worth. Work is supposed to be structure, but it can also be a place where old patterns resurface, being misunderstood, underestimated, or having to prove yourself over and over again. The stress of navigating that, especially in spaces that were not built with you in mind, can turn everyday situations into quiet battles. The toll builds slowly, then all at once, until even small things feel heavier than they should.

Life does not need a dramatic headline to leave marks. Potholes are enough when you hit them again and again. What matters is not how your story compares to someone else’s, but how it lives in you, how it shapes your reactions, your caution, your resilience. You are not exaggerating. You are responding to a history your body remembers, even when your mind tries to downplay it.

This is why I am forever grateful for Grizz, not as a cure, not as a fix, but as something steadier than all the noise. He anchors me when my mind starts drifting back into those old rooms, those old patterns, those quiet hits that add up. There is no judgment in him, no second-guessing, no need to explain or perform. Just presence. Just weight against my shoulder, a quiet reminder that I am here, now, not back there. He helps stabilize my center, the part of me that gets pulled in too many directions at once. In a life full of potholes, he does not fill them, but he walks beside me, steady enough that I do not lose my footing.

#Trauma #PTSD #Anxiety

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Teamwork Makes The Dream Work Leadership Training Series Part 1

Teamwork Makes The Dream Work Leadership Training Series Part 1

www.youtube.com/watch

Leadership is defined as the action of leading a group of people or an organization.
Some leadership roles include working with a group or organization towards a common goal, organizing tasks, problem solving and using everyone’s strengths.
Leaders should never overpromise there time, but instead make a promise about they are going to do.
Some examples of things that leaders should promise include making their role full or part time, who will support them, and what their responsibilities are.
There are many things that people should consider before becoming a leader such as if they have any other commitments, are you physically, emotionally, and mentally able to take on this role right now, and do have the right skills and resources for this role?
One way that people can figure out if they have what it takes to be a leader is by writing down their technology skills, personal assets and strengths, as well as their relationship, and community and eligibility specific supports.
Last but not least, before a people decides if they want to become a leader they should figure out if they actually want to take on the role by asking themselves questions like would I truly enjoy it, would I rather do something else, and should I talk to someone who has experience in this role?

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Teamwork Makes The Dream Work Leadership Training Series Part 2 www.youtube.com/watch

Teamwork Makes The Dream Work Leadership Training Series Part 2 www.youtube.com/watch

Teamwork makes the dreamwork is the phrase that stuck with me the most from the first training viedo.
The insights that I gained from the first training video include how how hard it is to be a successful leader and what skills you have to have.
The most critical things that I learned from the first training video were how hard it is to be a successful leader, what it takes to be a successful leader, and do never give up on your dreams.
To be a successful leader you to attend every meeting, be a people person, want to do it, have all the required support, and carry out all of the necessary duties and responsibilities.
One great strategy that help people figure out if they have what it takes to be a successful leader is writing down all of their personal strengths and assets, technology skills, as well as any relationships that they may have with other people, and what community or eligibly supports they may have.

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How To Be A Good Leader

How To Be A Good Leader

Lead by example
Communicate clearly
Listen actively
Have a passion about their work
Be positive and encouraging
Never stop learning
Respect each other
Build healthy relationships
Be very empathetic and understanding
Be calm and not anxious

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