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If you don’t know, then this question isn’t for you.
So it’s spam?
Something not being for you doesn’t mean it’s not for anyone.
This community isn’t “ask a fraction of lemmy,” it’s “ask lemmy.”
So it is, so the question remains, What’s stopping you from moving on?
Personally it’s starting all over but everyones situation is a little different.
So if op asked about a niche topic you had no idea about would it be spam as well, just because you had nothing to say?
From my question. What’s stopping you?
Yea, that is my thought too.
Trauma, really. Therapy helps, and time has as well, but yeah
Also, Psychedelics, for me.
poverty,trauma
Replanning my whole future all over again without that person.
I’m sorry friend. It’s very, very hard. And rewarding. But hard.
Divorce in my country means I will basically never see my son again.
Pain. Moving hurts. Not moving hurts. It hurts.
$1800 lease breaking fee. It’s up in March and even that feels like it’s going to break my sanity. I’ll get there though.
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I appreciate the input, but I think I’m just going to ride it out. It’s greystar, which bought the building after I moved in but I am the idiot that renewed the lease after without finding out more about them. Big national company colluding with other big national companies and documentation of them telling their managers not to ever negotiate.
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Corporations are the devil and they are buying up all the whole housing industry and we are all becoming victimized by it.
My fucking broke down piece of crap car.
I need to find a decent job in the place I wanna move to. If you have something on this, lemme know!
This all depends on your area of expertise, but in general, I would say you either get to pick your job or pick where you live, not both. If it is a specialized type of work, you need to move to wherever they have positions. If you’re okay working retail, you can work anywhere.
I simply don’t won’t to carry on without them. There is more to it but that’s most of it. All I have are boxes of aches now.
Hey there. I’ve been there. It’s so hard and seems impossible, you’re completely right. My heart aches for you.
Take some time to grieve and start to get back to a routine, slowly expose yourself to people by going to a restaurant or aquarium. Reflect on how you can feel connected to the world again, think of what brings you joy and start to do it again. Or even, what you think would bring you joy and dip your foot in it. Go for a road trip to a nearby forest or mountain or piece of nature that you haven’t taken the time to visit yet. Breathe some fresh air daily. You can do this, you can move forward. You aren’t leaving them behind. Some days get easier and some don’t, but you can get through it.
I can’t afford therapy. Severe childhood abuse and resulting depression isn’t something you can just get over with inspirational quotes.
Fear and culturally defined gender roles
Are you spying on me?
How’d you know I’ve spent the last month completely stuck in a literal US State that I don’t live in, but got kinda comfortably complacent here because it’s so peaceful and the price of fuel is fantastic compared to the state I need to go to where the jobs there pay much better because the cost of living is so much higher which also means there’s more stress & traffic & crime,
so it makes me want to stay here where I am with no stress, no crime, no traffic, but the pay here would be lower but I’ve got to make a decision soon before my bank account runs dry, I need to get a job somewhere soon,
So every day all day long my mind keeps ping-ponging back & forth between these two options, so the result is I’ve been sitting here doing nothing because each decision would affect the rest of my life in drastically different ways, and choosing one or the other is agonizing and I just can’t.
Executive functions on overload and shut off.
For a whole month.
HOW DID YOU KNOW?
Shame, ability, and demotivation, depending on what you’re asking about.
This was a very neat experiment indeed! Even though I started it about mid-way on my grief period.
Every time I thought about the lady that left me, I clicked my clicker (the red line).We were together for 1-2 months. I recall it took 2-3 months to get over it.
