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Cake day: April 2nd, 2025

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  • You described it perfectly! I resonate so much with the feeling of the sun on your skin. When I visualise myself in a peaceful place, I imagine myself running through a field of tall grass with the sun’s warmth on my skin.

    If you don’t mind me asking, how come you stopped taking them? I’m asking because I can’t imagine my life without them now that I’ve learned of the difference they make. I’ve tried grounding techniques and journalling but they never helped quite as much as the medication did, so I can’t rely on those methods.


  • Love how it says “latest” because there’s been more than one 🙃 People of Minnesota (and U.S. in general), I’m so sorry for the loved ones that you’re losing. This isn’t just an injustice to the American society but to a family who has lost one of their members. Regardless of which side you stand on, that remains a fact. I feel bad for Charlie Kirk’s children as well because they’ve lost a father, I’m no hypocrite, but I know that some are incapable of being impartial on something as human and tragic as grief. The world will move on but these family members will carry this loss with them for the rest of their lives.

    Yes, I’m a sensitive person, what gave me away?


  • SSRIs. I already knew this was likely going to be my conclusion, but I really wish I started the treatment sooner. So many years feeling incompetent and damaged! Months of school missed, almost getting expelled, turning down invites, awkward friendship moments, scared of my own shadow… Anxiety is mentally brutal. It’s not just being scared or exaggerating, it’s a very real struggle that can destroy your social life – which is needed to live a healthy and prosperous life. I spent so many days unable to get myself out of bed because anything outside of that area seemed like a threat.

    I started SSRIs 8 months ago. I can’t say it’s been perfect, but that’s not what I’m aiming for. Some periods are tougher than others, but I’m so grateful I’m at a state where I actually feel like I’m living – not a shell of a person. I’m not self-sabotaging myself as much as I used to, and I’m gaining more and more independence and confidence in my daily life. I’m finally able to say that I’m happy and motivated.

    I’m sure that therapy will help resolve some of my childhood trauma, so I’m looking forward to that, but I want to go into the sessions with a clear mind. Without the medication, I wouldn’t be able to process and live by my psychologist’s advice. I’m extremely grateful to have found a treatment that works!


  • As a non-American, I’m not angry at all Americans. In fact, some have been very brave and selfless. I’m angry at Republican officials and voters, billionaires, millionaires, spineless Democrats, and non-voters. We’re in this position because of them. Unfortunately, that makes up a huge part of the American population. I applaud and admire the minority who are actually doing something, even if it’s only to offer a bottle of water to the protestors or donating goods, but it’s frustrating seeing that most are just letting it happen, whether it’s because they agree with it or don’t want to join the activists. I empathise with their need to go to work, take care of their families, and look out for their safety, but I’m sure that those out in the streets have these responsibilities as well.




  • And women, Latinx, immigrants, welfare-dependent people, the chronically ill… the list goes on and on. I don’t know why these people like shooting themselves in the foot so much. Even if they had some vendetta against a group of people because they’ve been brainwashed to believe “XYZ is abusing our system,” if they themselves need such services and could die without them, why vote against their own needs like healthcare and protection? But then again, some people didn’t even know that the One Big Beautiful Bill Act was going to significantly affect Medicaid and SNAP benefits, so the bar of intelligence really is in hell.






  • Oh how I miss that 💔 Mine passed away two years ago, and I used to love it whenever we slept next to each other. Sometimes, mine even liked to rest on my pillow like a human. I keep having this recurrent dream about her mysteriously coming back to life (which is funny because her remains are ash) and it breaks my heart every time when I wake up. I know that you already do, but please cherish these moments with everything that you’ve got! Observe as many details as you can like the facial features, the size, the ears, the softness of the fur… One of my many fears is that I’ll forget what my dog looked like and felt like.

    Sorry if this is melancholy, but I just had one of those dreams last night and your comment moved me.


  • I just woke up so I’ll talk about yesterday. I made a very solid self-development plan for 2026 and I feel proud of it. I have general anxiety so I tend to overthink and overcomplicate things, but I think I kept it as minimal and realistic as possible. I’m trying to focus on progress over perfection, so I feel relieved not to have the pressure to be “done” by the end of every month. I’m mainly doing this because it helps to know what comes next and that I’m waking up every day with a plan. Otherwise, I get overwhelmed with what to do and experience executive dysfunction. So I’m happy that I took some time for myself, reflected deeply, and invested in my future :)


  • Me with IBS-M, PCOS, possible autism (getting tested), keratosis pilaris, ultra-sensitive skin that itches endlessly, general anxiety disorder, horrid hair shedding, asthma, vitamin D deficiency, and vitamin C sensitivity 🙃

    I’m only 24, I don’t want to find out what’s coming. Depression, diabetes, and arthritis run in my family so I already know I could develop those…





  • That big fireworks from far away could somehow land on my family’s car and burn us to death. Brought to me by my older sister trying to scare me at the age of 7 🙃

    That the moon was moving and following us when we were driving.

    That going to the bathroom at a neighbour’s house was rude and that I had to hold it in until we got home. I vividly remember this one time I was sitting on my mum’s lap. She talked for hours and I couldn’t hold it anymore, but I also was embarrassed to tell her I needed to go home, so I ended up urinating on myself. I still didn’t tell anyone until my mum felt her legs warm and wet. I still hate using any toilet that isn’t mine but I at least do what I need to do now.