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Welcome to Help Minds Heal
You’re not broken. You’re not weak. And you’re not alone.
Help Minds Heal is a quiet, supportive space for people who are struggling, thinking deeply, or just feeling worn down by life. This forum exists so you can talk openly - at your own pace - with others who understand what it’s like to carry things silently.
There’s no pressure to be “positive”, no judgement for how you feel, and no expectation to have the right words. Whether you want to share what’s been on your mind, listen to others, or simply sit with people who get it, you’re welcome.
Join when you’re ready. We’re glad you’re here.
Anxious
Social Anxiety Disorder
Social anxiety disorder isn’t about being shy or disliking people. It’s about fear around being seen, judged, or evaluated by others, often to an intense degree.
People with...
People with...
❕Trigger Warning
I don’t want to die. I just don’t want to feel like this.
There is a difference.
….I just wish more people understood that.
….I just wish more people understood that.
You can be in a room full of people
laughing
talking
normal
And still feel completely separate.
Like there’s a sheet of glass between you and everyone else.
Anyone else?
laughing
talking
normal
And still feel completely separate.
Like there’s a sheet of glass between you and everyone else.
Anyone else?
❕Trigger Warning
Does anyone else get triggered by small things?
things?
Not the big obvious stuff.
The small things.
A tone of voice.
A door closing.
Someone standing too close.
And suddenly your body reacts before your brain...
Not the big obvious stuff.
The small things.
A tone of voice.
A door closing.
Someone standing too close.
And suddenly your body reacts before your brain...
You ever say “I’m fine” and then feel your whole body stiffen up?
Because you’re not fine.
You’re just… being. Not ready to explain.
Because you’re not fine.
You’re just… being. Not ready to explain.
I can think about doing something for 6 hours.
Stress about it.
Feel guilty about it.
And still not start.
Then at 10:47pm I suddenly clean the kitchen like I’m possessed.
Stress about it.
Feel guilty about it.
And still not start.
Then at 10:47pm I suddenly clean the kitchen like I’m possessed.
Like… the day itself is fine. You get stuff done, even laugh. You’re productive. Even feel a bit like your old self again.
And then it ends.
And instead of feeling satisfied...
And then it ends.
And instead of feeling satisfied...
Why is it that during the day you cope…
…but at night your brain decides to replay everything
from 2009 to yesterday???
Very frustrating.
…but at night your brain decides to replay everything
from 2009 to yesterday???
Very frustrating.
Grief
My Gran was an alcoholic
This is the bit I don’t like admitting.
My gran was an alcoholic. It was always there. Not loud, not dramatic, just part of who she was. Something everyone knew and no one...
My gran was an alcoholic. It was always there. Not loud, not dramatic, just part of who she was. Something everyone knew and no one...