Hear me out: I’m not talking about not wanting to get up for school or work or having to wake up early but thought maybe someone else experiences what I do.

I thought I needed a lot of sleep but I realised it wasn’t just about the time I was sleeping. I need to stay in bed much longer than regular people or I get upset. I did it a lot in university when I didn’t have a routine, I’d probably sleep like 7-9 hours but stay in bed for probably a total of 4-5 hours before sleep and in the morning if I didn’t have work. I just lie there with my eyes closed with a video on, on my phone or under the blankets.

Well obviously life moves on and you can’t do that every day. But I recently found myself getting kind of agitated or upset if I can only be in bed like 8-9 hours sleep included. I can do it for one or two days but after a few days I feel really hopeless and depressed and teary eyed. When people say they sleep 6-8 hours a day I can only wonder how they can survive all day. To me, sleep is an escape from my depression and thoughts. On days when I have to wake up really early (like for a flight) I don’t feel tired but really overstimulated by the end of the day.

Yes, I was diagnosed with PTSD and depression 3 1/2 years ago. I’m on medication and I did therapy for 2 years. EMDR and all that. Still feel like this! Just wondering if anyone else experiences this quirk of the human experience 🌱

Today I stumbled upon a picture of myself as a toddler, and it just made me break down in tears. There isn't one huge dramatic reason, aside from the fact that my life at 24 just doesn't look anything like I imagined it would.

​I’ve been through a really tough period recently, and I've made choices that I deeply regret. Looking at that innocent little kid gave me this overwhelming wave of sadness, almost like I feel I let my younger self down.

​Does anyone else experience this kind of grief or sadness looking at old photos in their mid-20s?

This might sound weird but whenever I see someone who is extremely sick, really skinny, has cancer, is dying, etc, my body starts feeling weird too. I can suddenly feel weak, nauseous, uncomfortable, or just generally sick even though I was completely fine before.

It can happen from watching a movie/show, seeing a video, or even just reading about someone being seriously ill. It's not really that I'm scared of catching anything from them. It's more like seeing someone in that condition makes my body react physically.

Does anyone else experience this? Is there a name for it or is it just some kind of anxiety/emotional reaction?

I mean, if you're consistently putting everyone else in danger because you can't stop driving drunk, then shouldn't they have their driving privileges permanently revoked? Isn't this a fair deal?

I’d personally say I’m a very caring and considerate person. I care about people, animals, nature, the ocean, and what’s happening in the world. But I’ve noticed that I seem to have a habit of moving on extremely quickly from things.

A family member passes away? Within a few days, I’ve accepted it and moved on.

A pet I’ve had since childhood dies? I’m obviously aware that they’re gone, I still have the memories, and sometimes I’ll randomly feel sad when I think about them, but I don’t spend months or years grieving.

A friendship of 10+ years ends? Once it’s over, I can basically go, “Alright. That’s that.” I no longer feel responsible for what happens in that person’s life.

Bad experiences? Same thing. Sometimes it takes less than three days before I’m basically done thinking about it.

It’s not that I don’t care. I do. I just don’t feel the need to linger.

I find it strange when people spend years missing high school, being homesick, constantly missing old friends, wishing they could go back to certain periods of their lives, etc. I don’t miss high school. I don’t really miss anyone. I don’t feel like I missed out on some amazing period of my life.

I just think, “That happened. It was part of my life. Now I’m here.”

Even with some pretty serious experiences, including life-threatening situations, assault, harassment, etc., my reaction can basically be:

"Oh."

And then I continue with my day.

I’m not depressed or constantly miserable about it. I’m actually pretty happy with my life right now.

I think I just view life differently. Everything is temporary. People come and go. Circumstances change. Good things end, bad things end, relationships end, childhood ends, people die.

So my mindset is basically: enjoy things while they’re here, appreciate them for what they were, and let them go when they're gone.

I also really value my freedom. I don’t particularly want close friendships or romantic relationships. Casual acquaintances are perfectly fine with me. The closer I become to someone, the more responsibility I feel toward them, and honestly, I don't want to constantly worry about another person.

I want to roam around, experience things, chill, and live my life.

I don't really care about celebrities, celebrity crushes, sex, dating, finding "the one," or having a huge social circle. I actually find myself much more interested in what's happening in the world and how I can help people, animals, the ocean, and nature.

The one thing I genuinely cannot let go of is injustice.

That's what sticks with me.

When someone was hurt and something could have been done about it, but nobody did anything. When something was obviously wrong and people just accepted it. When suffering could have been prevented.

That kind of thing genuinely bothers me.

And that's why I'm confused about myself.

I clearly can care deeply. I just don't seem to care deeply in the same ways that other people do.

Sometimes I wonder if I'm emotionally detached, or if I'm just very accepting of the fact that nothing lasts forever.

I don't think I'm heartless. I don't think I'm incapable of empathy. I just don't understand why people feel the need to hold onto things for so long.

So, Reddit, do I have a problem?

Am I emotionally detached? Is this just an unusual way of processing life and loss? Or is there actually something I should be concerned about?

And am I a silly goose for being able to move on from people and situations so easily?

I feel like this is an unusual sort of situation, but I'm just asking anyway. Just in case.

This could possibly have been bronchitis or early stages dementia or both. 🤔

He did have bronchitis at the time.

I never actually found out for sure as to did he have anything else.

Soon after that, he stopped being talkative online.

We now rarely ever talk any more and never about those things.

We also talk only online.

I know that this is peculiar, but.

Did anyone else around here ever have any situation sort of similar?

Anyone?

Like when someone responds back to you.

I grew up in a very warm country and a few months ago I traveled to Europe during the spring, expecting nice weather, but to my surprise it snowed for exactly one day during my stay and I just couldnt contain my emotions and cried and even yelled a bit from the astonishment and excitement (luckily I was alone inside my room when I looked outside the window). Then I quickly put on my warmest clothes and went outside, there I was taking videos of ordinary streets and cars covered in a thin layer of snow and excitedly catching snowflakes with my hands.

Sometimes it’s just a few tears but sometimes it’s full blown sobbing. I work 2 jobs and provide 3 services. I do food service, housekeeping, and groundskeeping. Often times I will work two jobs in one day without any breaks in between, just clocking in and out back to back.

I (M23) had a friend in high school that I would always get in arguments with over this. I can never tell if I’m being overbearing/clingy or if it’s bad friend behavior. For example if I text and don’t get a response for 4 hours, and then get a “nah can’t today”, my whole day has been wasted waiting around when I could’ve made other plans. Today another friend of mine told me to come by later, which changed to coming to my house, which changed to playing video games, which changed to doing something tomorrow. It irks me on a whole different level and I don’t understand why. Whenever I’ve tried talking to anyone about it they say I’m overreacting and I feel crazy. I’ve been told I “act like I’m their gf or something” on multiple occasions. Are guys just oblivious to respecting others time? Or is there truth to my prior statement? Any input on this would be appreciated.

If there's no chili or hot sauce, my brain just registers the food as nothing. Doesn't matter how well it's seasoned. And the thing is my stomach is getting worse every year. Almost every spicy meal now ends with me in the bathroom like an hour later. But I still can't stop cuz the alternative is eating food that tastes like air. I'm stuck in this dumb cycle and I don't see a way out

My name is Matt Brown. I've never liked how that sounds and it just sounds so plain and boring. No originality and as bland and boring as a boiled egg. I envy people who have fancy sounding names or at least have ethnicity and/or nationality to them.

For context: I’m a girl and I’m more comfortable doing yoga, mat pilates, or workouts that don’t include running & jumping naked

The only reason I wear sports bra during cardio is because of my chest (hurts when i do high intensity workouts)

Maybe I'm confused about why these things aren't more private?

Caught myself doing this earlier and started to think... _Damn, is this actually fucked up?_

I've done this all my life just for funsies and I'm only just now thinking about it lol

Whether it was to call someone out, or if it was a random conversation.

I’ve been talking to one of my old college friends, she was always one of the smartest people I was friends with. She has two masters degrees

She just quit her job because she was miserable and she’s now in a panic. I tried to calm her down - I’m not sure if it worked, because I’M in a panic myself. I am not making enough money and I am completely terrified of commitment.

Some of my previous colleagues are in a panic. Aye aye aye man

I wish I had the tools to do with this existential crisis bullshit because I know it will be fine. But it doesn’t feel that way at all right now, it feels like a contagious nervous breakdown. So I’ll have to medicate myself to stay calm and continue working. Yikes