Hey Pandas, Is There Anything You Need To Get Off Your Chest?

I had cancer several months ago I have finished chemo and scans are clear but the side effects I got are I can't have sugar it will spike then drop (Hypoglycemia) and really weird I can't have milk, ice cream, or whipped cream but I can have any other milk product I have gastroporesis. I came to school after and my science teacher made me have a panic attack first day I got iss because of her lying a*s(I have a different science teacher now) This year alone I have attempted to eat so much sugar I die but it didn't work I have tried 2 times I'm scared of hurting myself I don't get why my life has been so bad I know others are going through stuff but my brother has gotten sick twice this year and nothing else just a cold. I am seeing a physiologist and a therapist. I have been called gay because I have a gf and she's a little younger so people also call me a pedifile I just want it to stop.

This is going to get buried, but I might as well.

*trigger warning: mentions of suicide ideation*

When I was twelve, I used to frequent a website that my parents didn't like me going on. It wasn't inappropriate or anything, they just didn't approve of me going on it. Well, I went on it anyway. I continued to go on it for multiple months behind their backs before they found out. I recognize that was wrong, and I betrayed their trust, but that's not the point.

I made a friend that had mental health issues on that site, and they confided into me about it. We would talk a lot about video games, obsess over LOZ and Nintendo releases, and just overall have fun. I didn't think of them as an uber-close friend, but they were there for me and I was there for them, and they did matter a lot to me. They helped me through some of my mom's health problems and some of my issues with coming out, and I helped them with some mental health things that they were working through, encouraging them to get some help or tell someone. Right before I left the site for good, they told me that I was one of the reasons that they were still alive, that my kindness was one of the reasons they didn't commit suicide.

I do not understand the full extent of what I did for them, nor do I think I ever will, but I can't confide in anyone about it. I can't bring it up with my parents, nor my friends. The person doesn't go on the website anymore, nor do I, but they have since gotten psychiatric help, and are doing much better.

I've only ever told my sister, and I can't really talk openly about because there's honestly nothing more I can do. I can't contact the person, aside from on the website, but they don't go there anymore (aside from occasional check-ins every few months). If I were to mention it to my parents, they would freak out, and it wouldn't accomplish anything.

I know that I meant a lot to that person, and they meant a lot to me. This is something that I honestly haven't told really anyone else, but I needed to say it.

TLDR, I went on a website my parents didn't approve of behind their backs, made a friend, and that friendship helped to prevent them from killing themselves.

I’m fed up of the earning/tax situation. Yearly tax calculations

My boyfriend is in pain management for Degenerative disc disease. He's in constant pain. This past week he over did it and his back is messed up. But he's been such an a*****e. I get he's in pain, he's always in pain but f**k give me a break!! I worked 6 double shifts I a row and my body is jacked. It was crazy busy at work. I need one God damn day to rest. I'm fried, sore, and my back is killing me. And while I'm not exactly enthusiastic, I'm being calm, polite. But since this guy can't move I have to until he's better. Should be about a week. I know he's frustrated, but f**k so am I! But what about me? I've been serving people all day for a week and I have to go home and help him. It's my only day off until I'm working 4 more doubles shifts since we need the money. I'm tired. I know he can't move, he's falling over, and maybe it's selfish, but just let me have a day!!!!

I like chocolate.

I’ve been really close to a mental breakdown for the last few days.

My family refuses to listen to me, and my sister is trying to pit my mother against me because I ate some of her candy.

I’ve been forgetting things more than usual, and because of this, I’ve been grounded.

I don’t have anyone to talk too, and I’m trying really hard to hold on, but I don’t know how much longer I can.

My narcissistic sister/monster who abused me for most of my childhood just had a baby. Every time I see a photo of her, I can't help but feel pity for that little girl. I know what her fate will be and I can't bear the idea of another child going through what I did, and there is absolutely nothing I can do about it.

I've been on thus website for the past 9 hours.

i have weird almost-panic attacks. my legs will literally stop working and it'll be hard for me to breathe. i had three in one day last week. It feels like everything kind of...idk. it feels like the world keeps spinning but I spin faster and faster until I can't think anymore. i hate it, but I have really kind friends who recognize them and offer to carry my stuff — or me — when they happen.

My boobs, I'm getting top surgery in five days!!!!🎉🎉🎉
I'm super excited I will be able to go swimming in just swimming trunks witout a binder🥳🥳🥳

I have a girlfriend. I'm not supposed to have a girlfriend until I'm 15. I have extreme anxiety, stress, and adhd. I'm worried about my friends because their relationships with their parents are worsening. etc.

I have feelings for one of my close friends but recently he has started talking and acting in rude manners towards me and me only and a few days ago he’s started to completely ghost me I’ve liked him for so long and it really hurts and I don’t know how to move on.

The “Ken” of the dog park, he is probably mid-50s. I go just about every Saturday to a big and bougie, but dope AF dog park, this isn’t the first time his dog, Scooby, has caused issues and he has blatantly ignored said issues. Last Saturday was a bundle of problems and self entitlement.

Scooby starts humping every dog in the park, my dog included. Everyone gets Scooby off their dog. Scooby’s human’s response, “it’s okay, he is fixed”. My response, “no, it isn’t okay, no one here wants their dog humped, fixed or not”. He goes off on a rant about how the dogs can’t get pregnant and dogs hump. Somehow I managed to not respond with a snarky comment about how I don’t want random guys, vasectomy or not, humping me, it is natural for humans too after all. I was proud of myself for keeping my mouth shut.

Insert a bunch of sexist, racist, and all around douchey comments from Scooby’s human. I put my earbuds in, making sure he noticed. Don’t worry, he yelled louder so I could hear. So kind.

We are hitting about two hours of Scooby and his human at the park and the chaos continues. A new dog, Felix, enters the park and Scooby humps Felix, then decides nope, I’m just going to get of top of Felix and Scooby puts his mouth around Felix’s face. Granted, I know Scooby and his human, Scooby is just dominating and has no off switch, not aggressive, nor vicious (we are regulars), Scooby’s human simply states, “Scooby will never hurt another dog”. Felix is a very submissive dog, he was whining and trying his best to let Scooby know to get the F off him and let him be. Felix’s human used basic commands and a slight push to get Scooby off his dog, no luck. Felix’s human yelled to Scooby’s human multiple times to get control of Scooby. Finally, Felix’s human grabs Scooby’s collar and pulls Scooby off his dog, as anyone would. Well he had it, Scooby’s human was livid, got up and ran over there while yelling at Felix’s human, “get your hands off my dog, don’t touch my dog! You can’t just go around and grab other people’s dogs, he is like my son and you can’t treat him like that!”

Felix’s human calmly and politely stated this isn’t the first time there have been problems caused by Scooby and he can’t keep Scooby under control, he is going to ensure the safety of Felix, which he did so with as little force as possible.

Scooby’s human had enough and was just yelling sexist and racist comments to Felix’s human. Both Felix and Scooby’s humans are white males.

Some people! Let’s see what goes down at the park this Saturday.

*ahah, here we go. might be long or might not be*
I'm so, so sick of people blowing me off, or getting yelled at for stuff i shouldnt of been yelled at for.
my mom HATES short hair on girls. I had hated my long hair for awhile,.and she let me get.it cut to my shoulder. Well, like a month ago, my dismorphia and such reached the roof and i wound up cutting my hair about to mt chin and LOVED HOW IT LOOKED. Well, she flips the absolute F**K out, telling me i broke her trust (we will get tmback to that later) and such. Continuing in comments :)

Uh, well… let’s give this a go…

First thing: growing up gives me shivers, and I dunno (might sound weird) pulls at my soul a little bit? So does thinking of Heaven and forever. I mean, I wouldn’t my beliefs, but thinking of endless something, I just get anxious. I’d rather not classify which anxious though, or else it may turn into a phobia or panic attack. I think of this often at night, and it keeps me from sleeping well.

Second: I recently discovered that I am prone to being infatuated to my crushes if I am close to them, and I learned the symptoms and am very disappointed/sorry for my dear friends. I may have a crush regardless, but I am trying to keep my distance because A) he is an online friend (never seen him in person) and B) I do not want to become obsessed again. Some symptoms I had that make me certain it was not healthy are: he told me his favorite flower was a sunflower (he didn’t know until I asked him that specific question tho) and I began to love sunflowers myself, admiring them for every little thing, growing some myself, and constantly listening to Sunflower by Post-Malone saying it was my favorite song at the time (I still love it, but not obsessed). That’s just one example. I also thought of him every day many times, and tho it wasn’t based on looks I loved his spirit for scripture and kind, socially relaxed attitude. I know, it’s dangerous meeting people on the internet, but another friend I met separately now talks with him on messenger, so I assume he’s who he is. Also, he’s never asked for private information (I was just stupid and volunteered it after he did) and he’s never been weird, just respectful and supportive and patient with all my ramblings about life. I dunno, for me, I’d rather die and meet him in Heaven and see him then, or never see him there but not mind as much. My parents said “you are NOT talking to boys on your own” and they already disapprove of talking to people on the internet, so I figured better not get caught on double and just say goodbye (until) forever.

Uhhh, last one: I’m having a hard time not getting sucked into believing bad things. I don’t want to put any of you down or tell you you’re going to Hell, I’m not sure or clear on that myself, but I don’t want to let these doubts of who I am run me. It already ran me with MBTI personality types, “oh, that person is an ESTP, my friend is an ENTP” none of that junk. It makes me self-centered and narcissistic (though my online friend told me he didn’t observe that from me) in my opinion, and I start blurring through life with these labels in my head. I mean, yeah, I lean more on introversion and thinking rather than feeling, but the more I think on it, how rare my type is or who shares my type or who died on my birthday (three famous people, very famous jsyk) I start going into this box I made for myself and say “yep, this is all I am, no room for liking something different. You are a girl who loves purple and foxes, for eternity, and you are a rare mythical creature that must wait for her soulmate to appear, extroversion and all, and run the race with you until you both reach Heaven.” There it is again, that anxiety of getting old and dying.

On the humorous side, I accidentally first typed “when he told me his favorite flower was orange” instead of sunflower lol. I’m tired. This was all I could think of. Bored Panda, internet, roblox, why would I need social media if I have you causing enough brain melting and drama as it is?

How do you find Will Smith in the snow?

Just follow the fresh prints 😌

i am pretty much afraid of every invertebrate . EVERY.

You see, when I was in 1st grade, I got stung by a wasp and cried like hell due to the pain. Since then, I've had an irrational fear of literally every animal that doesn't have a spine.

There are , however, certain conditions where even the presence of some of these guys will not scare me, eg: an open field where a Butterfly/Bee/Wasp/Hornet is definitely not hovering to and fro me.

Oh yes, i am afraid of Butterflies as well. Dragonflies and damselflies? Small ones sitting far off from me are ok. Bees? Small ones and stingless ones are ok. Moths? Only the tiny ones are ok. Houseflies? Mostly annoying, but there's the occasionally large specimen that takes a liking to me and scares me. Same with Mosquitoes. Snails and Slugs? idk, maybe not yet( I have never seen a wild slug ). Millipedes? I've only encountered small ones yet, so no idea.Centipedes? oh yeah. Arachnids? Well, if a Jumping Spider in my line of sight suddenly jumps and disappears, I will start rubbing my self all over reflexively. Other than that, I have actually let a Daddy Longlegs walk over my hand, although I could've moved it away.

I have tried to win over this irrational fear in multiple ways, but so far, I haven't had much success.

Bouche. I want to get Bouche off my chest, as she's standing on it. Ouch!

I was to the point of almost killing myself because I was tired of everything and couldn't take it anymore. I was crying but it didn't happen - obviously- and I was just crying and crying for like 4 1/2 hours straight.

There’s quite a bit of stuff going on up in my head that’s not exactly positive but I don’t know what it means or how to interpret it. I don’t want to talk about it irl because a) I don’t want to bother ppl and b) I can’t explain it well because I don’t know how to explain it without making it seem confusing or over exaggerating it. I don’t think anyone’s on this thread anymore so I guess I’m just typing into empty space pointlessly, but what’s the harm I guess. If anyone does see this then know that you deserve to have a good day, and remember to treat other people well.

The chest binder and the Jackson-Pratt drainage bottle. Had a right-side mastectomy a few days ago (breast cancer) and I hate the way the elastic binder feels when it constantly scrunches up. I have to empty the J-P bottle every 6 to 8 hours and it's gross. I just want to be healed up and able to go about life again.