I hope everyone is having a great day. We are all humans and each one of us matters.

Three months sober today but nobody in my life knows how hard it's been. I just needed to say it somewhere.

Going through a breakup after 6 years. I keep reaching for my phone to text them about little things and then remembering.

Just needed somewhere to say it: I'm tired. Not sleepy-tired. The other kind.

I think I'm finally ready to leave. I've been telling myself it isn't that bad for two years. Writing it here makes it real.

Caring for my mum with dementia. Today she didn't know my name. I smiled and held her hand anyway. I'll grieve later, when she's asleep.

Saw the sea for the first time in years today. Cried a little. Good tears.

I don't have anything dramatic. Life is just grey lately. Going through the motions. Thanks for being here.

I lost my job last week and I haven't told my family yet. Every morning I get dressed like I'm still going in. I don't know how much longer I can keep pretending.

My anxiety has been so loud lately I can barely hear myself think. Just trying to make it to tomorrow.

Some days getting out of bed is the whole achievement. Today I managed a shower too. Small wins.

My dog died yesterday. Sixteen years. The house is so quiet I can hear my own heartbeat and I hate it.

Does it ever stop hurting?

Turned 40 alone today. No messages. Bought myself a slice of cake. It's fine. It's fine. It's fine.

Everyone keeps saying it gets better. When?

Sober six months today. Told no one in my real life. So I'm telling you. Six months.

Does anyone else feel completely invisible? Like you could disappear and it would take days for anyone to notice.

I moved to a new city for a fresh start and I've never felt more alone. I haven't had a real conversation in two weeks.

I feel like I'm failing at everything: work, being a parent, being a partner. Everyone seems to have it figured out except me.

First day with no panic attack in three weeks. Small, but I wanted to tell someone.

I aced an interview today after eight months of rejections. I almost didn't apply. To anyone in the pile of no's right now: keep going.

I relapsed. Day one again. I'm so ashamed.

My teenager hugged me today, unprompted, for the first time in a year. I went to the bathroom and cried with joy.

Lonely in a marriage is the loneliest kind of lonely.