Anonymous
7/1/2025, 8:49:39 PM No.33301661
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I live in a small town in the Midwest, and for the past 28 years I was kinda stuck here. Lately it feels unbearable, I feel like I'm drowning with sorrow and regret and I really can't stand this place anymore.
Constant flashbacks, on how I could've done things differently, and how I noticed that I lived life for others and not for myself at all.
Lost my mom a few months ago from cancer, had to take care of her since the medical bills kept pilling up. She died in my arms, my dogs died as well, I sometimes can't shake the cold that remains from that feeling.
I'm thinking about moving out and starting over, but for whatever reason I have this conflicting thought in my head about it, even though I can't stand this place, is it because of the comfort zone that this place has created?
I'm employed, have a decent job that can be done remotely, most of my friends left this hellhole, and yet I still found a few others which I can go out and stuff, but I feel alone all the damn time, even If I'm surrounded by people.
It has got to the point where I feel the burning sensation in my chest constantly, like a sharp knife that slowly puts pressure on my sternum.
I don't drink, I don't smoke, don't do drugs, I go to the gym regularly, and yet I feel like my mind is under this great mist and I'm trying to move forward while having anchors tied to my neck.
If anyone has similar stories, and how they started over.
I live in a small town in the Midwest, and for the past 28 years I was kinda stuck here. Lately it feels unbearable, I feel like I'm drowning with sorrow and regret and I really can't stand this place anymore.
Constant flashbacks, on how I could've done things differently, and how I noticed that I lived life for others and not for myself at all.
Lost my mom a few months ago from cancer, had to take care of her since the medical bills kept pilling up. She died in my arms, my dogs died as well, I sometimes can't shake the cold that remains from that feeling.
I'm thinking about moving out and starting over, but for whatever reason I have this conflicting thought in my head about it, even though I can't stand this place, is it because of the comfort zone that this place has created?
I'm employed, have a decent job that can be done remotely, most of my friends left this hellhole, and yet I still found a few others which I can go out and stuff, but I feel alone all the damn time, even If I'm surrounded by people.
It has got to the point where I feel the burning sensation in my chest constantly, like a sharp knife that slowly puts pressure on my sternum.
I don't drink, I don't smoke, don't do drugs, I go to the gym regularly, and yet I feel like my mind is under this great mist and I'm trying to move forward while having anchors tied to my neck.
If anyone has similar stories, and how they started over.
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