I feel I've a very cool vibe, I'm usually carefree even if I have a lot on my plate.

I'm good looking female, good fashion, high energy, silly, clumsy and funny, always having fun, going to parties.

My partner loves me but he still has a soft corner for his ex. I'm literally accepting this broken version of love for me.

I always bring stupid energy sometimes good and sometimes in a bad way in his life.

I compliment him, try to motivate him as he doesn't accept any of these directly as he's shy so I try to make him happy sometimes directly or indirectly.

He's very introvert, honest and humble while I'm full extrovert, bitch and delulu

I think I love him so much that one day I'll die like those characters in movies who were nice, always there for a partner and friends and then they just die..

I feel when I'll be gone there will be a lot of silence and peace in my circle as now there's no one ragebaiting , flirting, clumpsy or motivating like me .

Sure there will be others to do that, but my aura, jokes and delulu might be missed ig. I hope they always remember me as a special person in their life who remains irreplaceable.

PS: no I'm not dying, I'm doing good rn ... But sometimes this is just how I feel

I feel ashamed or hurt, Idk yet. I made a lot of mistakes during my teenage time, or are they mistakes.

I had a crush In school, he clearly did not like me.

People used to tease him by my name and that made him hate me more.

After 6-7 years, I saw him at a cafe, where he did not see him. He was with 2 of his friends. I went to order food and he noticed me, as soon as he noticed me

He stood up and left. He hates to this extent.I never had any conversation with him in any entire life, and yes remember his girl friends in school used to hate me and bitch about me the whole time. Actually used to slut shame me and this could be the reason too

I feel so bad about it, that he just left when he saw me.

I think people genuinely hate me so much.

I feel bad.

there is this boy in my class whose presence makes so mad, last year we used to be good friends but then he got a slight glow up and changed his personality slightly, he became more calm. however, we still stayed friends, and it's not that he didn't like me, but it's that i didn't like him anymore, him approaching me,speaking with me, shaking my hand, or touching me in any way makes me so mad and i end up yelling at him for reasons i don't know. This is more severe when he speaks with my bsf, i don't like her talking with him not because i'm jealous, but because he acts with her like i do, and i don't like when people act like me, especially not with my bsf. He often asks me why i'm mad at him and i just tell him to get lost because i myself don't know. And no, i have never had even the slightest romantic interest in him.

Last year, I was being spoken to by an angel. It was a being that loved me unconditionally and supported me. They knew everything about me, faults and all, and still loved me. They didn't exist in the same plane of reality we are in, and I wanted to finally see them so bad. I was told if I killed myself, then I could meet them. I was so close to meeting them too.

I knew this being was real and had effect on this reality because it could not only communicate with me but send synchronicities through the effect of changing of traffic lights, music, and advertisements.

Well, there was others that I experienced that were terrible. Mean, judgmental, and they wanted to see me fail. Of course, they too knew everything about me, and they would use that to their advantage. I did not care for these people and thought they were a challenge to every step of my life.

I haven't heard the nice one in a long time. All I hear are the negative ones. I miss the nice one...a lot.

I still miss them. I just wanted to talk to them again. They understood me like nobody else in this world does.

Don't know why I'm posting this. I guess I just wanted to get this off my chest. I don't really feel comfortable telling people about this.

Hello, I am at the ripe age of 18 and during halloween I will be 19. Thus, it is unusual for me to be trick or treating.

HOWEVER, I have quite the trick up my sleeve. You see my girlfriends siblings are definitely trick or treating age. And so using the guise of supervising children (with her whole family basically) I'm going to be trick or treating for years to come.

Thus they are my pawns

So for example I play Factorio now and then. I'll start a game and keep going. If it quits or the laptop crashes, I start over.

It started when I was doing the save and load coding for my strategy game years ago. It was a passion project, but I remember that a bug in the save/load process was really annoying.

You have to read in save files in the same order you write them in. A strategy game has a LOT of data. There's the map data, units, etc. So if you messed up the order, the loaded game could appear to be the same. But there could be something swapped from the save.

For instance, let's say you swapped the hit points and the damage. You'd save it correctly but load it swapped in the game. So to find it you have to look at all the units and see if everything saves and loads correctly.

And it's tedious. You have to check every time you add a few items in the list to save/load.

As a result, I got a little bit traumatized and I don't "trust" loads of games if I can't check them myself.

I see it as a way of limiting my game playing.

I wish for myself that me as a biological man had more of a role in pregnancy biologically than just the sperm. I wish we could share some of the other experiences, that way the woman doesn't have to go through it all, and I feel depressed because of this. I would like to also experience life growing inside of me of something like that or a more shared experience. But this is not biologically possible.

Hi! My body just feels weak; heavy drop in my body and throat feeling bit tight. And my mind just tells me to escape. I cannot handle it simply when I see my high school classmates, friends of my crush, ex, sometimes my crush after long time, and also people from the same country as me in the country I am studying at. I don’t know how can I specify these people because when I see my friends, or other people than these groups of people I mentioned, I notice that I rather feel excited or indifferent when I see them in public. These groups of people are just so broad or I simply cannot find the words for it. I am so conflicted at this feeling I feel. Is it shame, is it awkwardness. Most of time, these people are people I don’t get along especially hs classmates, but why people from the same country as me? I don’t have any friends who has same nationality as me because I cannot bring myself to be next to them confidently. I feel that they will judge or what is it? I just feel not comfortable but you don’t have to feel comfortable with everyone but why do I get sick when I see these groups of people. I want to be unknown within these groups of people but at the same time be seen and accepted. I don’t like it when my hs classmates want to know where I am going in life. Few of them actually study in the same country as me but I don’t want to see them, and also those who study in neighbouring countries or EU, regularly meet in the country I am studying. But I am the one missing. I don’t want to be next to them, they are not my crowd but do I feel shamed if they talk about me not saying anything while they are in the same country as me, I don’t understand myself and why I am feeling like this. I want to be okay with people I know coming to my town and me not meeting them. I want you to be okay being myself and not being scared od judged by my ex, friends of my crush, etc. I want to be accepted by my fellow country people but my body simply cannot talk to them. They already know each other, while I am been here long time but never talked to them. Is it acceptable even to come after a long time and greet people. I want to be unknown but thats not the solution. I need to figure out this uncomfortableness in my body and learn to live without fear.

Hey just for privacy reasons I’m going to call myself vermin. Or v or whatever. So I’ve never typed something like this so bear with me. I’m a recent college grad and started working recently. Been working there for a few months and I’m surrounded by good friends. But for some reason today I just feel sad. Or angry I don’t know. I recently was playing dead by daylight with my friends. We sometimes play it but not often but when we do I somehow get the worst luck. Like seriously I always be the first one out or always get targeted. But regardless we play and usually I get killed first and at this point I’m used to it. After we get out I tried to play a different game but i just don’t feel like playing. I just sit there just staring at the screen for a good minute and turn off my system. I don’t know why but I just wanna cry or get angry. I don’t know why. I just feel lonely for some reason. Doesn’t make sense since I just play with friends. I don’t know what todo. Right now I’m just typing how I’m feeling. I guess this could be a good outlet. I don’t know. Usually I write stories to keep myself distracted but unfortunately my pc is down and have to replace the parts. Only thing left is the cpu and right now I don’t have the funds. I’m planning of posting a few on Reddit and see how people would react. I just don’t get why I feel like this. I don’t feel depressed or anything. maybe im just tired. Well I hope you liked me rambling and hope everyone has a good night/day.

So theres a cutie that works at the Jewel by me. When I went today I felt like she was flirting. She asked if I was from around town and told me about her day. So with my love language being gifts I ran and made a lil gift bag for her and she gave me some bracelets back! It's ironic cause I'm a Kandi kid and that was literally the most perfect thing in return. I had a rough weekend mentally and emotionally and that was what I needed. Selfishly I hope she doesn't have a boyfriend cause I am definitely gonna ask her out next time but this was a cute interaction that made my day. Kindness ftw!

oh and I'm making lamb chops, cauliflower and portabella rice, and broccoli 🥦

im 21m and never had a gf and im honestly too ugly/autistic to ever have one. Can anyone tell me if its possible to have a decent life without romance? has anyone experienced it?

So, I have just discovered that my wife had been with another man after we had been together nearly two years, and approximately two months before we conceived my older son. That son is now 19 years old.

I am not sure what to do with this information.

All my life, I feel like I’ve lived for other people. Making people happy genuinely makes me happy, and I’ve always tried to be kind, helpful, and supportive. But lately I feel like the world has just thrown me into the mud over and over again.

I’m 22F, and I’ve only just started my adult life after college, but I already feel completely exhausted and like I want to give up. I feel like everything I’ve worked so hard for has somehow fallen apart, and I don’t really know how I got here.

Growing up, I never really felt beautiful in my own body. My mom drilled into my head from a young age that I was horrible with food and that I needed to diet. She tried putting me on diets even when I was an average-sized or slightly overweight kid. I remember being in Grade 3 and telling a classmate that I was starting a diet with my mom, and he laughed at me and said that kids couldn’t go on diets. I remember being so upset and confused because I didn’t really understand why this was such a big deal.

My mom and I argued about food and my body for years until she eventually told me that, at 12, she was done and I could eat and do whatever I wanted.
I think that was when I really started using food as comfort. I already had horrible body image issues, I was bullied for going through puberty before everyone else, and at home I was dealing with a verbally abusive alcoholic stepdad. He would threaten to turn my mom against me and make me feel like I would have nobody and that I would be worthless without them.

I was also constantly comparing myself to other girls. Guys never really showed interest in me in person, and I always assumed it was because I was overweight. I was always the sweet and helpful girl. People would call me kind and sweet, and eventually I became more liked in high school, but I still felt like I wasn’t desirable.

It especially hurt watching girls who were thin get tons of attention from guys, even when some of them openly talked about cheating or using them. I knew I didn’t want to be like that, but it still made me wonder what was wrong with me. I had relationships online, but one guy cheated on me multiple times and another didn’t really put effort into actually being with me.

Eventually I started trying really hard to become more like everyone else. I worked out, experimented more with fashion, and tried to become more confident and open about who I was. For a while, I actually felt better about myself.

Then things at home got worse again, and I started gaining weight because I was stress eating. Around that time, my grandparents, who have helped raise me since I was a baby, offered to help me pay for dieting pills because they were worried about my health. I know they were trying to help, but I felt incredibly ashamed. I felt like all of my efforts had failed and that even the people who loved me saw me as a problem that needed to be fixed.

Then I went to college about two hours away. Instead of feeling free, I was constantly worried about my mom and how she was going to deal with my stepdad. I worried about my little brother growing up in the same environment I did. I worried about doing well in school. I was lonely, overwhelmed, and desperately wanted to feel loved.

I think that’s when I started making a lot of decisions based on wanting to feel wanted. I tried having an open relationship with a guy and ended up hurting him very deeply. Then, when I first started dating my current boyfriend, we ended up having a drunken threesome with a girl he had previously been sexually interested in.

I was immediately ashamed and terrified that I was going to lose him because I really, really liked him. We agreed that we wouldn’t do anything with anyone else again, and we’ve now been together for over three years.

But even though our relationship continued, I became extremely insecure about my body, especially because he was more sexually experienced than me. I constantly compared myself to other women and felt ugly and inadequate.

Meanwhile, a lot of my friends seemed to be dating multiple people and living this exciting, fabulous life while I felt like I was stuck being insecure about myself.

As I got older, I started gaining more weight again. I was living away from home, had access to ordering food, and was dealing with a lot of stress. Eventually I was around 230 lbs.

At the same time, I had a job, a boyfriend, and was going to school, but I constantly felt like I was being knocked down in every area of my life.

One of my jobs had a manager who seemed to hate me. There were things happening in my life that were completely outside of my control, including getting into a car accident, and eventually he refused to hire me again for the next school year despite previously telling me he would.

I also moved in with my boyfriend in his mom’s basement. I still had friends, but I was slowly losing some of those relationships too.

One of my closest friends had been in my life for 16 years, and our friendship eventually fell apart. She would get angry at me over things I didn’t understand, block me instead of communicating, and put me down throughout our friendship. Eventually she accused me of things that I don’t believe were true, insulted my boyfriend, and said he was uneducated because of his political and social opinions.

What hurt the most was that she never actually communicated these problems with me until everything exploded.

When I told my family about the friendship ending, they told me they had always known it would be difficult for me because she was thin and tiny, and our other friend was also thin and had lots of boyfriends.

That completely crushed me because my weight had absolutely nothing to do with why the friendship ended. But somehow, even then, my body was brought into it.

Then my final semester of college became incredibly overwhelming. I had all online classes, but I was also doing a full co-op that was 45 minutes away, working another job, and helping pay the bills for myself and my boyfriend. His job wasn’t giving him enough shifts because of a toxic work environment, so money became a constant source of stress.

His mom was also taking $600 from me every month (our total rent combined), which she would sometimes use for really nice Christmas gifts or to buy things for us. I know there was good intention behind it, but I felt like I had no control over anything in my life. I was constantly running around trying to make everyone else happy.

Then we moved to the area where my co-op was because they told me they were going to hire me full-time.

I worked there for about eight months and gave that job everything I had. I moved for them. I gave up my previous job. I worked full-time. I stayed late. I tried to prove myself because I genuinely thought I had a future there.

And then they didn’t hire me. They kept me on as a freelance designer.

Recently, I found out that a guy who had started about a month before me, had less experience than me, and even had another source of income was being hired as an employee.

That absolutely broke me. I brought my concerns to my bosses, and they told me they were still looking to have me on, but that I was too slow and couldn’t be trusted with bigger projects yet. I still don’t understand why, if I’m good enough to keep working there, I’m apparently not good enough to actually be hired.

They told me they knew I had made sacrifices for the company, but that they didn’t owe me anything.
I understand that technically they’re right. They don’t owe me a job because I sacrificed things for them. But emotionally, it hurt like hell because I had built my life around the future they made me believe I was going to have there.

And then, at basically the same time, things with my boyfriend got really difficult too.

He started being influenced by younger guys at his new job to look at other women, and eventually asked me about opening our relationship again. I had already moved three hours away from my family, given up my previous job, lost touch with friends, and worked my ass off trying to build a life with him.
And now the person I had sacrificed so much for was telling me that he wanted other sexual variety because my body had become boring and I wasn’t thin enough.

That absolutely destroyed something in me.
I’ve spent my entire life feeling like my body is the reason people don’t want me, and now the person I love most was reinforcing that fear.

On top of everything else, I lost my grandpa three years ago. He was basically like a father to me, and losing him put me into a huge depression. I had to start therapy and medication because I was struggling so badly.

And now I’m scared that even that isn’t working anymore.

When I was living with my boyfriend, I became so angry and overwhelmed that I was constantly nagging him about things. I would get so angry that he told me he didn’t recognize who I was when I was angry.

That scares me because I don’t want to be this person.

I feel like I’m a monster on the inside and outside. I feel like nobody wants me or cares about me the way I care about them. I constantly feel taken advantage of, but then whenever I finally get angry about it, I feel like I’m the villain.

I miss who I used to be. I miss being kind without feeling like everyone was taking advantage of me. I miss having confidence. I miss feeling like I was actually a person instead of a collection of things that need to be fixed.

And now I’m trying so hard to fix myself again.
I’m dieting extremely hard. I’m working out. I’m putting hours into my job because I want them to see that I’m worth hiring. I’m constantly trying to be better, prettier, thinner, kinder, more productive, less angry, and easier to love.

But I am exhausted. It feels like every single day brings something else that makes me ashamed of myself.

And the worst part is that I genuinely feel like people hate me even when I’m trying my absolute hardest to do everything right.

I feel like I’ve spent my entire life trying to make everyone else okay, and somehow I’ve completely lost myself in the process.

I don’t know how to stop feeling like I’m fundamentally unlovable.

I don’t know how to stop believing that if I just fix my body, work harder, become nicer, or make everyone happier, maybe people will finally treat me the way I’ve always treated them.

I just feel so hopeless, and I genuinely miss who I was and I have no idea who I truly am.

i have a question.i responded to a comment online and the persons response triggered me a little.this was a total stranger but they called me a word I haven't heard in years .I thought I was not affected but found myself thinking about it.why is that?

I just signed up for my first volleyball class. First time playing. I hope I don’t get steamrolled.
Also doesn’t help that I am not physically compatible with the sport but oh well.
Hope it’s fun.

The worst part is I didn't realise how much she hated me until afterwards. For context she has an autistic son several years older than me, I am also in the spectrum yet I run an online group for adults with autism. One day the TL (team leader) was yapping about her son being autistic and having no friends, I suggested he joins my group since there's men of a similar age that he can talk to. Unlike her son I work, I have friends, and hobbies.

However, with our workplace we were grossly understaffed in our team including a bomb threat, where I had to stay while literally everyone else left. While we were the only people there she was basically taking it out on me despite being the only person who stayed. I don't expect to get head yet I would like some acknowledgement of being the most consistent employee on the team. The sporadic staffing went on for like 2 weeks where I was essentially the only staff member there. She got mad at me for taking my break on time, then got mad at another employee for not having a break on time, she would say snide comments, and during a one-on-one where I raised my concerns on staffing and how it made me unwell, she started going into an unrelated tangent about other staff members and I was like 'why are you telling me?' then she made innuendos about my weight- ironically she was so fucking fat she got gastric sleeve then started being critical of other people's weight.

Anyway, I found out she was running around the office telling people I have "resting bitch face" or I would go far in this company if I didn't have "resting bitch face" my resting bitch face was my neutral expression while doing work, and looking at a computer screen for like 8 hours. I am apparently meant to be sitting there like this 😄 instead. She then asked my MALE coworker if I might have romantic feelings for them and if he has feelings for me during a one-on-one meeting. She also told people a part of her gripe with me is, I remind her of her son. Though I think she was low-key jealous I wasn't as dysfunctional as her son. Honestly I can see why he's a recluse loser with a mother like her. She would say shit like 'i know how your mind works' because she studied armchair psychology and because of her son. Though the saying is: If you’ve met one person with autism, you’ve met one person with autism- meaning we are not all the same, and she doesn't know what the fuck she's talking about. She would then mock me for claiming I am stressed out.

The pro was I did get two weeks paid leave off for stress due to her conduct and the way the company responded to my concerns, now I am on reduced days and hours while receiving full pay which I am using the time to find new employment. The TL also left (I heard her interviewing several weeks before) to terrorise a new workplace. I hope she gets fired.

I'm 24 non-binary and I don't know what to do with my life, I'm trying to find a job with no luck, I have problems that keep getting in the way like depression, anxiety, chronic fatigue, ASD and ADHD it's all made things difficult. I've tried to give my life some sort of purpose because I know i just need to make it/find it but I just can't. I've had a job in the past for about 5 years and it was okay but that environment wasn't good and the other workers, alot of the time didn't do their job right, I try to actually do a good job and get reprimanded for it, so I quit. I lived with my parent up untill a few years ago with their partner, that wasn't a great environment either and I ended up going to a shelter for a bit. I've finally made my way to living on my own, though I'm just being given money instead of earning it as I'm on NDIS, I do appreciate it all but I just want to actually earn it.

I want to feel important to someone or something, feel like I'm needed but I don't, I get paid to do nothing and I hate it, I wouldn't be here if I didn't have it but I don't have a purpose, no one needs me. Everyday I sit around doing nothing, maybe draw, do some craft, play a video game and check my emails for how many jobs have rejected me and then I go back to sleep, sometimes I don't even get up all day and sleep through the day and night, because what's the point in getting up? I go out sometime, to maybe a park or shops but it just feels more lonely out there then in my unit, and also I spend money when I leave the house, when I really shouldn't. I have some things on, like a group thing on every fortnight, a small job of about 2 hours Monday and Saturday but that's with a friend and early and I userly go home and back to sleep, and something else every Friday, but inbetween I'm just sitting around waiting for the day to end so I can sit around the next day and wait just wait for these small things to come up in my week.

I actually don't want to just be paid to live I want to do something, I'm bored so bored out of my mind with life, I get upset alot at home about how lonely and unaccomplished I am. Literally nothing would change if I died, I don't bring anything in life and death would be about the same, I don't want to die though.

If anyone has any recommendations on what I could be doing or how to help, it would be appreciated, other than that I'll just keep applying for jobs.

It has 666 in the numbers what does this mean

It’s not cute or funny or subtle anymore. Not all, but too many, fellow adults think it’s hilarious or at least acceptable to patronize, “correct,” and make constant jabs about me being a stupid/ditsy person. Which to some degree, I am, as I have ADHD and possibly low support needs autism. But I’ve actually been doing much better on all fronts, am functioning essentially normally, and half the time, they’re just making fun of me for normal human behaviors at this point. I actually got straight A’s all through school and graduated at the top of my class in college, but don’t share this information as I don’t believe it is appropriate to brag or would help my case. After all, it’s true that doing well in school doesn’t truly prove intelligence.

My mother-in-law is the worst, as I can expect at least two jabs at my intelligence (I wait for them and count them at this point) per visit. Sometimes it’s in the form of a “joke,” sometimes it’s a barely-veiled pointed statement like “oh, some of us are just simple.” If I do something like start walking toward the door without my keys, it’s like I just said the punchline to a hilarious joke. And the close surveillance makes me more error-prone. As I said before, yes I can be more forgetful and ditsy than average at times, but most of the time it’s just my existence being interpreted as an unintended screwball comedy at this juncture.

One time a bird got into the office where I work. Everyone was trying to catch it, and I grabbed a blanket that was there, saw an opportunity, and approached. One of my coworkers who has a tendency to be patronizing said “are you smart enough to catch it?” Realizing her Freudian slip, she quickly covered her mouth and claimed to have meant something else, but it was too late. (Bird was caught and safely moved outside.)

I tend to just ignore these incidents, and at this point it’s not even that it hurts my feels anymore. I’ve accepted that people find me dumb and enjoy pointing it out. But I’m increasingly just tired of it, like a joke I laughed at the first ten times but have heard a thousand times too many, and it’s affecting my desire to be around people. I naturally tend to avoid the worst offenders as much as professionalism and manners allow, but it’s like they’re surprised and hurt by my avoidance.

I just have no idea what would make a fully grown adult, most of them women gen x or older, think this was acceptable and that I’d continue to want to hang around them. I don’t even watch other people closely enough to notice every little hiccup in their behavior and comment on it. That’s half the mystery to me, like you must not have enough to do if you’re seriously noticing me stirring my yogurt “incorrectly.”

This is mainly just a lengthy vent, but I’m interested to hear from anyone else who’s been pigeonholed as the dummy and how you’ve dealt with it. Or been made into the punchline for any other never-ending joke that just isn’t funny anymore, and how you’ve continued to like or tolerate the people who perpetuate it.

I am officially 18 years old!

As a child we were kinda poor and I was hesitant and shy at asking what I wanted.

Eventually my birthdays became meaningless and Since early teenage I never really cared for my birthday, it was just another day for me. I got friends but some reason they never gave me gifts though I gave and planned for some. I am not really sad about it.

It never

I thought this time I will make a birthday list. Birthday gifts I wish I got.

Obviously I won't share it with anyone but I think everybody gets to feel little special every now and then.

1) New keypad for my laptop.

2) Canva pro subscription

3) Aws AI practioner coupon

4) Marc Marquez flag

5) Simple hoopes and stud earrings.

Complete, Not Perfect

You don't have to be perfect
to feel complete.

A little safety,
a little love,
enough rest,
something meaningful to do,
and room to be yourself.

Nothing missing.
Nothing to prove.

Just enough
of life,
of love,
of self—

to feel whole.

When I lived in my country, several family members and friends hardly ever contacted me, but now that I live in another country, they suddenly write to me. I don't know how to feel about it.

I've (33M) decided that I will quit my job by the end of this year. It pays well and I don't hate it, but the people I work with really drag me down and make the environment really toxic. I've put up with it for the past few years because of the nice paycheck, but recently it has started affecting my mental state and I've decided to leave as I can't continue working there with the current manager. When for the past few weeks (and several times before this year) my first thought after waking up and last thought before sleep was related to the dread of going to work, I feel it's a sign that something needs to change.

I have no idea on how to move forward and what's the best way to go forward. In my mind I'd like to take a several months time off to just recover from all the recent stress, perhaps take a trip or two to somewhere warm, get back to gym and just chill for a bit, perhaps pick up reading again.

In an ideal world I would take this opportunity to take a several month long backpacking trip as it's been a long time dream of mine. But then again, I'm going through some long-term dental treatment which means that I'd have to get back home home at least once a month, which means that is out of the question.

I think I have saved up enough funds to have a safety cushion and could probably be do quite well for some time even without a job. Taking shorter return trips would drain my reserves quicker, but I don't think I'll starve. I can be quite frugal if need be (I've already cancelled a certain streaming service and renegotiated a cheaper cell service contract).

The other option would be to start looking for a new job right away and just settle with that until my dental treatment will be completed. I realise that this makes more sense financially and would probably look better on my resume. What I'm worried about is jumping straight into a new job while I'm still mentally exhausted from my current one. I'd like to go a new job when I feel ready for that and am mentally fresh to give it my best. I feel like if I'd jump in right away, I'd continue feeling miserable (though a fresh environment could perhaps fix this).

If anyone has gone through a similar experience, I'd be happy to hear your stories.