TheComfortCorner | v.6

[niico]

ugh. my neck hurts like crap(i probably slept wrong but..), i cranked my shoulder(i was at a judo tournament and my arm got stuck under my back and the girl i was fighting pushed down), and i'm so sore and shaken up. and, someone hit my moms car and i'm really worried about her; she didn't get hurt but she is really shaken up. i'm at a point where i hate my life.

[goldcrest]

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[Arthur Morgan]

I feel really bad at the moment. I feel really lonely despite my family and friends around me. I don't feel like I can or should talk to anyone about my problems because I'd probably be putting a burden on their shoulders. I don't want them to think that I'm overreacting or being stupid or attention seeking but I'm starting to feel like I'm losing my mind. I try to be happy (fake it til you make it) but I know that I'm overacting and just annoying people with it. I don't know what to do with myself. I feel like I've got no future and I'm going to be stuck in this pit forever. I just really need someone to talk to me, tell me that I'm okay and I've got everything under control, and mean it.

Sorry if that's kinda long. I've never done this before.

[Vinson]

I've had a rough few hours, honestly...
I ride horses, and have been for almost four years now. I had found a schooling horse I really liked - he was tall enough for my lanky figure, extremely responsive, yet stubborn, a go horse. He was quite honestly my dream horse. I had been riding him once a week for the past few months, up until maybe a month and a half ago. Then my trainer started putting me on different horses, which I didn't mind at all, change is good. But I missed Timmy, the horse I had been riding previously. I finally mustered up the courage to ask about it after getting put on a not-so-nice horse. She said that, because of a difference of opinions, Timmy wasn't allowed to do jumping lessons anymore. I was devastated. She knew I loved that horse, and I knew it wasn't her idea to not allow Timmy to jump. So I went into the office and requested special permission to do a jumping lesson on Timmy. The desk lady said she would try, because she knew I loved him, too, and I went home hopeful. That was two weeks ago. I didn't ride last Saturday, instead riding the Tuesday before that. I went and visited Timmy once I had brought my mount back to his stall. I gave him a little scoop of pellets - he loves them - a few carrots, and a few horse treats. I pet him, rubbed his nose, smiled. I said 'Bye, Timmy!' and had to go home.
So I walk into the office to see who I'm riding today - a new horse named Thor - and I ask one of the desk ladies if maybe I could ride Timmy next week. Her smile immediately dropped. "Timmy's gone," she said, and I barely held myself together. I don't know what I said next, but her response was "Yeah, he left a few days ago." I managed to give her a sad smile and I walked out. I was numb. I choked up, I felt tears coming, but I held them back. They sold him. They sold Timmy.
It didn't make it any better that the horse I rode today, Thor, looked almost exactly like Timmy. Didn't help he was skinny and tall, like Timmy. Didn't help that he had a bouncy trot, that he didn't want to stop, that he plowed through jumps...just like Timmy. I could barely hold myself together. I went and got my water bottle, and I could barely drink, my hands were shaking so much.
To take Thor back to his stall, I had to pass by Timmy's stall. It almost killed me, seeing that empty stall. Seeing the name card that read Timmy. Seeing his neighbor poke his head out of his stall in hope that he would get a carrot or a treat because if I was there, it meant Timmy would be getting something and he wanted it, too. I was shaking when I locked the stall door. I couldn't look at Timmy's stall. I didn't. I got in the car with my mom and my siblings, and, halfway back home, started crying. I managed to reel myself back in, ate lunch when we got home, but as soon as I got in the shower, the tears came back. I let them fall. I needed to get it out. I'm devastated, right now. I don't know how I'm going to live with this...
The last time I saw him was nearly two weeks ago. I'm moving in a week from Thursday, and I knew I was going to have to say goodbye sooner or later. But I didn't think they would have sold him before I left. I didn't think the last time I would have talked to him, let him eat out of the palm of my hand, would have been that Tuesday. I know I told him goodbye, but it wasn't really goodbye. It was a simple goodbye, and I had thought I would have seen him again next week, whether I rode him or not. I would have been able to give him a carrot or two, rub the bases of his ears, give him a hug. I don't know if he'll even remember me, that kind person with the carrots and the treats that tasted like peppermints, who wouldn't dare crop him, who always fit in a currying session even when they didn't have time. I loved that horse...and now he's gone. Timmy's gone, and there's a hole in my heart.
I always had a connection with him. Our bodies would move fluidly together, him being so responsive to the slightest squeeze of my calves, and I would have done anything for that horse. It's like loosing a family member, honestly, and I don't know if I can deal with it.

[angely-sugar]

I have to get my wisdom teeth removed soon. All 4 of 'em, at the same time. I've tried everything to not be scared, but they don't work, and simply put, I'm terrified. I know I won't feel anything, but the thought is really scary.

I am going through the same thing, dear. It'll be done in about a month and to be honest I'm terrified. I have never been medically sedated or had an IV in my arm, the former being one of my biggest fears.

However, I'm not that scared of actually having the teeth pulled, as I have had several teeth pulled (all baby teeth, but they had bigger roots than my wisdom teeth) in the past, and it's not as bad as you make it out to be.

And depending on your age, the risk is extremely low. Even if you are older, the probability that something will go wrong is small, as all of the dentists/surgeons are professionals. Mine even said her removed his own son's wisdom teeth.

I wish you the best. If you need to talk about it any more, my PM box is open.

Thank you so much, friend... That makes me feel a little better.

[sparrow;]

I'm not the best at giving advice, but PM me if you need someone to talk to, or to rant to. I'll listen c:
*hugs everyone*

[.headrush.]

hng-
Cancer is always on my mind.
whenever I find a weird lump I go instant panic mode.
I haven't been diagnosed for it and I don't
Belive I have it but I'm a 'better safe that sorry'
kind of person.
I respect everybody who is battling cancer.
I'm just freaking out right now over a large lump.
I'm not asking for medical advice- it's not allowed.
just some comfort? <3

[silky.moth.is.gone]

Everyone loves to insult me and leave me. My best friends all keep leaving me for no reason. Am i a problem to them?
I know that sounds stupid. I just feel like - what's the point in being kind anymore?
Everyone is constantly telling me to kill myself, that im ugly, im fat, im a 'tranny' and i'm sick of it.
And i keep getting into arguments with my parents all the time. I keep doing horrible things because
i think it'll make me feel better. I don't know what to do. I'm not going to kill myself - i know i wont. It's just disgusting
and insulting what people say to me. They call me insane, or a psychopath sometimes and the worst part is - sometimes i believe it. I haven't slept properly for days and my stomach cramps are getting worse. All of my anxiety is just horrible and i dont know how to stop it. My parents end up arguing with me because i'm struggling to get into school but i dont know what to do about it, and i just want the anxiety to go away.
Anyone who i could vent too or anything would be great. I'm just sick of everyone at the moment and some help would be great..

[Lincoln]

-snip-

As always, you know you can come to me and rant your heart out <3
I just want to point out, that you're not fat, or ugly. You're gorgeous just the way you are. And lets face it, they're your parents. Parents will always fight and argue with you. You're not a "tranny", you are a boy, and you always will be. Don't let them get you down, they know nothing.
I know for a fact that school is amazingly stressful, and I feel you. Friends will come and go throughout our lives, but thats just how it works. Keep your chin up, and remember, without the sad days, and the anxiety you're feeling right now, you couldn't have happiness.

[chaney]

I've had a rough few hours, honestly...
I ride horses, and have been for almost four years now. I had found a schooling horse I really liked - he was tall enough for my lanky figure, extremely responsive, yet stubborn, a go horse. He was quite honestly my dream horse. I had been riding him once a week for the past few months, up until maybe a month and a half ago. Then my trainer started putting me on different horses, which I didn't mind at all, change is good. But I missed Timmy, the horse I had been riding previously. I finally mustered up the courage to ask about it after getting put on a not-so-nice horse. She said that, because of a difference of opinions, Timmy wasn't allowed to do jumping lessons anymore. I was devastated. She knew I loved that horse, and I knew it wasn't her idea to not allow Timmy to jump. So I went into the office and requested special permission to do a jumping lesson on Timmy. The desk lady said she would try, because she knew I loved him, too, and I went home hopeful. That was two weeks ago. I didn't ride last Saturday, instead riding the Tuesday before that. I went and visited Timmy once I had brought my mount back to his stall. I gave him a little scoop of pellets - he loves them - a few carrots, and a few horse treats. I pet him, rubbed his nose, smiled. I said 'Bye, Timmy!' and had to go home.
So I walk into the office to see who I'm riding today - a new horse named Thor - and I ask one of the desk ladies if maybe I could ride Timmy next week. Her smile immediately dropped. "Timmy's gone," she said, and I barely held myself together. I don't know what I said next, but her response was "Yeah, he left a few days ago." I managed to give her a sad smile and I walked out. I was numb. I choked up, I felt tears coming, but I held them back. They sold him. They sold Timmy.
It didn't make it any better that the horse I rode today, Thor, looked almost exactly like Timmy. Didn't help he was skinny and tall, like Timmy. Didn't help that he had a bouncy trot, that he didn't want to stop, that he plowed through jumps...just like Timmy. I could barely hold myself together. I went and got my water bottle, and I could barely drink, my hands were shaking so much.
To take Thor back to his stall, I had to pass by Timmy's stall. It almost killed me, seeing that empty stall. Seeing the name card that read Timmy. Seeing his neighbor poke his head out of his stall in hope that he would get a carrot or a treat because if I was there, it meant Timmy would be getting something and he wanted it, too. I was shaking when I locked the stall door. I couldn't look at Timmy's stall. I didn't. I got in the car with my mom and my siblings, and, halfway back home, started crying. I managed to reel myself back in, ate lunch when we got home, but as soon as I got in the shower, the tears came back. I let them fall. I needed to get it out. I'm devastated, right now. I don't know how I'm going to live with this...
The last time I saw him was nearly two weeks ago. I'm moving in a week from Thursday, and I knew I was going to have to say goodbye sooner or later. But I didn't think they would have sold him before I left. I didn't think the last time I would have talked to him, let him eat out of the palm of my hand, would have been that Tuesday. I know I told him goodbye, but it wasn't really goodbye. It was a simple goodbye, and I had thought I would have seen him again next week, whether I rode him or not. I would have been able to give him a carrot or two, rub the bases of his ears, give him a hug. I don't know if he'll even remember me, that kind person with the carrots and the treats that tasted like peppermints, who wouldn't dare crop him, who always fit in a currying session even when they didn't have time. I loved that horse...and now he's gone. Timmy's gone, and there's a hole in my heart.
I always had a connection with him. Our bodies would move fluidly together, him being so responsive to the slightest squeeze of my calves, and I would have done anything for that horse. It's like loosing a family member, honestly, and I don't know if I can deal with it.

-hug- i dont even understand what its like to loose an animal you love, and i honestly cant relate to what youre going through. trust me, you can get through this. if you ever need a vent, pm me.