I cured my fears on my own. I just had to know what my fears were, and they were numerous. I was afraid of people, especially loud people. I was afraid of aggression on their part. I have an aggressive father, he yelled at me all my childhood, and I, as an adult, was afraid of even the quarrels of neighbors behind the wall. I put on headphones, turned on music, but it didn't help. I was afraid of contracting some terrible disease and listened to myself: "what - something stabbed? Is it cancer?". I was unsuccessfully treated by a psychotherapist, and I was constantly afraid that nothing would help me. It didn't help me!I felt sick, hopeless, I couldn't work because I had fears that I wouldn't be able to do the job. And fears of socializing at work. I had thoughts of not wanting to live, and I was looking for a way, because all life was unbearable. I didn't like my appearance either, and I periodically exhausted myself with diets. One very beautiful day in my life, a cousin was brought to me. Her mother had died, and I was an adult relative. There was no one else to take her to - my father was a drunk and aggressive.It was either me or the orphanage. I'm a kind person, and I didn't want my sister in an orphanage. But, my God, I'm a nobody who can't do anything. I can't be trusted with a teenager. I figured I'd give it a try, and if anything, my sister would run away from me. My sister arrived sad, crying after the death of her mother (my aunt). I was uncomfortable showing that I was anxious and depressed, so I started to play "confidence" in order to support the child a little. Later on, my self-confident image had to be abandoned. The child looked at me with wide-open eyes of hope and pleading for help with everything.I couldn't let her faith in me down. Somehow she had no doubt that I could do anything. I was ashamed to admit that I was anxious, sick, with a million fears. I cried secretly from her and tried to look confident in front of the baby.I realized that to be a mother (and in fact I had replaced her) was to be a "superhero". Every day with my child marked my fears, complexes and longings. I had to cook, clean, do laundry, sew clothes, overcome my fear of socializing in crowded places, I slept like an elephant because I was tired. I began to like my strong image, it "grew on me". My strong fears remained - of aggressive people, of quarrels.One day I went to pick up my sister from school and saw her being bullied by boys. Before, I would have cowered in fear at the conflict of others. In that moment, my outrage was so strong that I forgot about the fear. How could they even touch my sister?I didn't think about fear when I saw my sister crying. I don't know where I got the courage, but I screamed, chased the boys away, pushed them away from my sister. When it was over, I realized I was a different person. Something strong, confident. I saw the blood on my hand, and I realized I wasn't afraid of blood either. From that day on, my new life without fears began....

i just quit my job cos of my sudden worsen depression. and then my girlfriend left me cos she cant take it anymore with me keep quitting jobs. Im getting worse its been already 21 days of just staying home doing nothing. Taking clonazepam just so that i can sleep.

I have already received support on the site and I am grateful to all those who are not indifferent! I have a situation again!! My ex-wife was recently hit by a car. But no, not directly hit, but pushed slightly from behind when she stopped in front of a crosswalk. The car was also no longer driving, but rolling slowly, and the impact was not severe. From the sudden jolt my wife fell down, but from the injuries only a bruise. But the wife's scare is intense. She can't walk down the street now, she's always looking around. And I drive her around, helping her. She's an ex-wife, but she's a human being. But how can I help her? She shouts before every crosswalk "let a man through!". I feel sorry for her, but my patience leaves me. And then, I was in a hurry and I passed in front of a pedestrian. Yes, I broke the rules, but it was in the yard. And she hit me! Yes, she did! And she yelled at me for not letting the pedestrian pass. I opened the door and threw her out into the street. Yeah. I did a bad thing, but I can't do it anymore. She called later and apologized. She said she didn't know what was wrong with her. Promised to get treatment. I don't feel good either.

In the past, I experienced a sudden loss of communication with three of my closest friends. It happened in quick succession, and it's concerning that none of them are friends with each other. I can't help but wonder if I'm the reason for this sudden change.

Despite my best efforts to keep in touch, such as sending them birthday texts once a year, I never receive a response. It's frustrating because I know people who still talk to them and have their numbers. I'm certain they haven't changed their numbers or anything.

Whenever I come across their social media posts or old pictures of us together, it triggers negative emotions in me. I feel angry, self-conscious, and depressed. I'm not sure what to do. Is there any chance of rekindling our friendship, or should I accept that it's a lost cause?