Snook - Shocking Reddit Confession Threads

Episode Date: January 5, 2026

From the terrible tale of a man losing hundreds of thousands gambling, to someone confessing to ruining their life over substance use, these are some Shocking Reddit Confession Threads. I hope every OP in this video is doing better now. Would you like to see me make similar videos in the future? Leave your thoughts down below in the comment section, and make sure to like and subscribe!Join the Patreon! https://www.patreon.com/SnookYTFollow me on instagram and Spotify!If your story or post was included in today's video and you wish for it to be taken down, please reach out to this email. [e-mail] And yes, I'm a human voice.NEXT SUB GOAL - 100,000 followers! And rate 5 stars! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Hey, what's up guys and welcome back to the channel. And today we're getting into some shocking Reddit confession threads. You guys have been loving the Reddit confession threads. So I'm going to keep recording them as long as you guys keep watching them. So comment down below and let me know if you'd like to see another one in the future. And today, like the title says, we have some shocking, terrifying, depressing and horrifying confessions. And yeah, this video will be long enough already. So I'll keep this interest short.

But make sure to like the video. subscribe to the channel and I just want to say thank you so much for stopping by and watching the channel means the world and sit back relax and without further ado let's get into some shocking reddit confession threads I left my wife because I thought she was cheating she became a h addict I found out she never cheated disclaimer I have always been an emotional stupid dumbass wrecking ball of a person I wish I could say this was out of the norm I've been in since I was 11 years old. I met my wife in 2005 in a nightclub in lower Manhattan, and she was an amazing person, and we connected right away. We dated, then got married in 2007,

I was 23, she was 25, but we were in love, and to us, it didn't really matter. We actually had a good marriage, and I loved her, and she loved me. I was shocked at how much we got along for so many years. Meanwhile, most people in relationships started to hate me almost like after three months. She still adored me after seven years, but leave it up to me to screw that up completely. In 2014, I had suspicions she was cheating on me. Not strong suspicions, but she had a coworker who she was friends with, who was, well, really attractive. I just thought, why be friends with this guy? She didn't often make friends with her coworkers. Why this guy specifically?

Because he was hot? She was secretive about him, which made me way more suspicious. I remember one day she told me that she had a secret about him, which she would eventually tell me. I probably should have listened and understood what she said more. The hints she was dropping seemed really obvious in retrospect. I didn't get any of her hints. For a bit, she got defensive over the phone.

That was when I sort of began really suspecting things. One day, I checked her phone, and all I saw was him texting her saying he really needs to speak to her right now, like a bunch of texts. Also texts about inappropriate intimate stuff, but it was really the, I need to see you now texts, which really threw me off. I didn't even confront her. That's the worst part. I just left and went to New Mexico to go stay with my parents. I was so sure she cheated on me. Nothing could convince me otherwise.

I was so hurt that I became S-word for a tiny bit. Then I went to therapy and got better. But I blocked her in every possible way I could. She had no idea why I left. My therapist kept telling me to contact her. I never listened. I actually lied to my therapist and said I did. There were some times where she called my parents and I talked to her

and just said that I knew she was cheating, and that I couldn't be with her, and that was that, and then I just hung up. It was too horrible and emotional, and I just wanted to put it all behind me somehow. I wanted to act as if it never happened. I didn't have the boss to deal with it. I didn't file divorce papers at that time.

I never explained anything further than that. I just hung up. In 2015, I painfully reconnected with her. I never told her why I left. I felt horrible, but I also felt angry at her for cheating on me. I never wanted to know who she cheated on me with or what the situation was. I just wanted her out of my life. But when I finally connected with her, I just found an entirely new person.

She was in and out of rehab. She was a pill addict. She said it started after I left her, that she had a lot of pills left over from a surgery she had. She had a knee surgery in 2013 and started taking them a lot to deal the pain of me leaving her. Then she connected with her friend who started selling pills to her. Anyways, after a bit more of talking with her online over quite a few weeks, I eventually told her the situation as to why I thought she cheated. It was sort of this unspoken thing beforehand. I told her I didn't want her to bring it up. Then I just asked her straight up. And she told her,

me. That was her co-worker, and he was gay. She hung out with him a lot, and he would often call her and text her to come over so they could talk about his problems. I checked his Facebook, and he came out officially as gay in 2014. Before that, he was in the closet. Also, the inappropriate, intimate stuff they were talking about suddenly made so much sense. They were comparing the way women and men have intimate times to the way men have intimate with men. But it didn't seem obvious by the texts I read. It just kind of sounded like they were planning to do intimate time with each other. In retrospect, it seemed painfully obvious, but at the time it wasn't.

I just wish I didn't fucking freak out and leave. I think if I ever mentioned his name, it would have clicked for her. And she would have told me why it was just a misunderstanding. But she had zero idea why I suspected her of cheating. I left to my wife, never spoke to her again, and went halfway across the country over a misspoken series of texts that I read because I was a sneaky fucking bastard, and I was too emotional to even ask my wife what the problem was. I just left.

I never asked her to clarify anything. She would go on to become a H addict from a pill addict. She posts sometimes about how she is three weeks sober, but it's never longer than that. I'm basically an alcoholic and live near my parents in Albuquerque. I have zero interest in finding a girlfriend. Instead, I have a bunch of meaningless one-night stands when I go out on weekends. I am almost always hammered and booger-surgered up or adderalled up when I go out on the weekends. I sort of have friends, but not really.

They're just a bunch of alcoholics and party people in the area who I link up with on weekends. I can't be away from my parents now. They're the only people I enjoy being around. I'm just an emotionally fragile mess who feels like they completely ruin someone's life over something so stupid. I know it sounds stupid, but for the past few years,

my parents are the only friends I have and the only people I really see besides the people at my job in the woman I sleep with, who I never make connections with. I cannot help but think I will literally never get out of this. The fact that I really don't really never get out of this. The fact that I ruined her life over this.

I go to therapy, but it doesn't help enough. I still sometimes talk to her. We officially got divorced. Nothing split in 2017. She is a age addict, and I am horribly depressed, so we have some relations, but I can't help but think that I ruined her life far, far more than I ruined mine. And the worst part is, the only reason of... I am in pain is because I ruined her life.

And just, man, that's such a insane confession. Yeah, that's just a good reason to not jump to conclusions. Even one of the top comments says, damn, dude, I'll remember this next time I want to jump to conclusions. But wow, I mean, he just read something on his girlfriend's phone or his wife's phone, seemed intimate, seemed, you know, like she was cheating and just flipped out, moved across the country, and ruined her life. Wow, I just, I hope the O.P. is doing better now. I really do. I mean, it's been seven years since this post. Seven years is a long, long time, and who knows what the O.P's

doing now. I just hope the O.P. is doing better now. I hope the O.P.'s wife or ex-wife is doing better now because yeah by the end of this post it didn't seem like either of them were in a good spot at all but seven years is a long time to hopefully heal and hopefully they are doing better now there hasn't been a single update from the opi this is the only post on the opes entire reddit account so i just have to i just have to hope that they're doing better but there's no way to know and now let's read some top comments someone says you effed up you still love her she loved you she might still reach out to her and explain what happened and ask for forgiveness it might work it might not either way it sounds like you need each other and i mean a lot of the comments

are just kind of flaming the op for reasons that are obvious but um yeah geez that is just such a sad post such a depressing post as the title of this video so shocking that's how he ruined his life and her life by just jumping to conclusions, doing something rational, and I hope we can all learn a lesson from this and, you know, say, let's not jump to conclusions

and instead talk to one another and figure stuff out because jumping to conclusions really doesn't help anybody. And so, yeah, like I said earlier, I just hope the O.P. And the O.P.'s ex-wife is doing better now.

I'm dying and have told nobody. This might be somewhat long, but I basically just made this Reddit account to talk about it. Some introductions first. I'm 22 male and for the greater part of a year, I have noticed myself growing gradually weaker. I am an avid golfer. He used to be able to hit drives upwards of 290 to 300 yards. Now I'm lucky to hit it 220 to 30 yards. In addition, I am also someone who used to enjoy jogging until multiple repetitive falls, more or less force me to quit. There are other symptoms that raise concern, but I won't bore anyone with the

extensive details. At any rate, about six months, I had my initial consultation with my neurologist, and he was very dismissive of my symptoms, saying they were likely caused by anxiety and to not read further into it. After some protests on my part, he agreed to perform some diagnostic testing in a few months if nothing had improved. Four months go by, and of course, things got worse. Perplexed, my neurologist ordered an EMG, which, if you did not know, is a test which involves measuring the activity of nerves in the body through the use of needle electrodes. Sounds awful, truly was not that bad.

As the test began, the technician was very amicable and talkative, but as soon as the first needle went into my arm, her demeanor changed immediately, as if any levity had suddenly been drained from her. That was the first time I began to truly worry. Upon completing the test, she immediately sent the results to my neurologist, who, that very same day, arranged for additional testing including, but not limited to, MRI, extensive neurological exam, strength tests, and an additional EMG, the whole shebang. to be completed within the week. At any rate, following the completion of the second EMG, this time by my neurologist himself,

I was summoned into his office. After jotting down some quick notes and doing some mental aerobics, he asked very politely for me to sit down. And before the words even left his mouth, I immediately knew what was going to come out. And that's essentially the story of how I went from being a perfectly normal 22-year-old to being told that I had Lou Gehrig's disease and three to five years of life left.

And I just quickly looked up Lou Gehrig's disease and apparently it's a progressive neurological disorder that attacks every nerve cell in the brain and spinal cord causing loss of voluntary muscle control, weakness and eventually paralysis with death often resulting from respiratory failure, though mental function remains intact. So that is beyond terrifying. And then the OP continues saying, All things considered, I consider myself extremely fortunate

that I still have most of faculties about me for the time being. But on to the reason I made this post. Since my diagnosis, which was about two months ago, I have yet to tell anyone in person about it. My family and I have never been

particularly close and most of my friends are college buddies who now live close to 500 miles away. Of course, everyone is bound to to find out eventually, but I would honestly be okay if they never did. The mere thought of burdening everyone as I slowly turn into furniture is almost more debilitating than the knowledge that my body is growing slightly more useless every day. I know it is the right choice to garner a support system, but it's almost as if I don't

really want one. I just want to disappear. Forgotten by all those who would otherwise, pity my circumstances. I'm fully aware that I have no choice in the matter. This is just my way of exercising some minor control over my life

before I lose control over everything else. And I mean, God, that is just so depressing and so terrifying because with ALS, it's just a slow deterioration of your body. And it's not like, I mean, all horrible terminal diseases

are like that, but like, it's just terrifying how you're you just slowly lose muscle function, but you remain intact in your brain, and then you just can't use your body anymore, and then you just eventually die. I mean, that is terrifying and so, so depressing. And now let's get into some top comments. Someone says, maybe this won't make you feel better. O.P., but at the very least, knowing that you have three to five years allows you to prioritize the things you want to do in the time you have left. Young people die suddenly every day, and never get the chance to think about what they would have or should have done.

We're all going to die eventually. And personally, I hope I'm one of the people who gets plenty of advance warning. But of course, I'm sure it's different when you're actually in that position. Anyway, don't worry about paying back your student loans, your credit card debt, or watching what you eat. Go do whatever the heck you want to do. Enjoy your freedom. And then someone replies saying, three of those last years could be him lying in a hospital bed 24-7 unable to talk,

eat, swallow, or breathe properly. The pulmonary system is the last to give in. And ALS patients often spend a long time absolutely paralyzed before actual biological death occurs. I'm really, really sorry to be a spoil sport here, but it could be only even a few months before he's bedbound. One of my patients had, like less than a year from the initial diagnosis, week right on, unsteady balance until the last stage where he slash she was in a ventilator only able to blink. It took him slash her actually several years in that state to die.

Jesus, man. Someone else says, unless you have a highly toxic relationship with your mother, tell her. I'm fighting back tears just thinking that it could be my son hiding something so serious from me. mothers usually only want what is best for their children for them to be happy and healthy give her the chance to be there for you you will need help down the line you will need someone to speak and advocate for you someone who only has your best interest at heart often that is a mother or a spouse and yeah that is just so so sad and the final comment i'll read is holy shit dude i'm so sorry i don't have advocate S word, but I think in that circumstance I would live my life as well as I possibly could for as long as I could and then get it medically assisted if at all possible. Cheers, mate. Live in love as hard as you can. I can't do much, but I'll raise a glass for you. And then the O.P. actually responds to the saying, as it were, one of the first things I considered

post-diagnosis was S-word, even though it is undeniably a self-centered thing to do. I can can't envision myself peacefully living out my final days locked inside my own bodily prison. That, in my opinion, is nothing short of sheer torture. And yeah, that is so haunting. And this was posted nine years ago. And it's been nine years since the OP made a comment so we can only assume the worst that the OP has since passed away. Hopefully the OP lived out their final days,

what they loved and um wow that just really really hits i mean hits hard i mean it's so shocking and so sad and so depressing to be diagnosed to something especially so young 22 and he only found out he had a few years left to live and the final years might not even be really living they will be like he said trapped inside his bodily prison wow yeah super super super sad and i mean the opes name is enter oblivion which we can only assume relates to death entering the oblivion of whatever death i mean yeah that is just really really sad and rest in peace the op i hope he's in a better place now back in the 1980s i used to run drugs guns and women between two major cities i did some terrible things. Ask me anything. On this, the day before Thanksgiving, I keep thinking about how

blessed I am with the life I now have, a loving family, a successful career, a beautiful wife who I love more than anything. At the same time, I cringe during this time of a year when I think back to the life I used to lead. All the names and locations in this confession have been fabricated, but, with a nod to old memories, not being 100% reliable, what I shall confess here is true. Also, before I begin, let me state that I am not proud of this period of my life. I'm absolutely ashamed about it. Out of high school, I went to work at a manufacturing plant that my father and his before him had both worked at their entire lives. I made pretty decent money and owned my first house when I was only 19 while most of my friends were working shitty jobs

and living in small, shitty dorms at various universities. I thought of them as suckers at the time. But despite my decent pay, it was never enough. Enter James, a guy I only barely knew in high school. Like me, he had a fake ID and frequented a very sleazy bar slash strip joint just outside of our hometown. I didn't have many friends at that point because most of them were away at university, improving their lives. I guess that's why I gravitated towards James. Eventually, we started hanging out regularly. For a time, I even let him live at my house.

One day, James asked me if I'd like to make $400 cash. Who wouldn't? And all I had to do was drive a car of his from the city nearby to a city about four hours away. That was it. He'd even give me an extra $50 to buy a bus ticket home after, so I did it without many questions. That's how it began. Every few weeks, he'd asked me if I'd be willing to do anything. And though I knew something shady must be going on, I figured what the hell. All I had to do was drive, drop the car off at a certain address, and then catch a bus back home. Easy money, no questions asked. One day, during one of the drives, the car was,

car, which was a junker, they always were, got a flat. When I opened the trunk to get out the spare, I saw a large black duffel bag, the kind hikers used to pack up large tents, but I knew there was no tent inside. When I opened it, I was only mildly surprised to see it filled with guns. I never mentioned the flat or my discovery of the guns to James. The money was too good, and I didn't want to piss them off. But over time, we just eventually, and naturally, cut out all the bullshit, stopped using code words, stopped pretending I didn't know what I was doing. About a year later, I knew full well that I was transporting either guns or drugs, and usually both, every other weekend. I asked for and received a raise, $600 a trip plus expenses. I never met the people on the

other end during this time. I would just drop off the car at either a house or apartment complex in the other city, then get the fuck out of there. Meanwhile, back at home, James had become my best friend. He knew how to party. He knew everyone at the local bars and strip joints. He must have gotten me laid a dozen times, and I'm talking with girls who were hot as fuck. I had serious girlfriends during this time too, but whenever I had some kind of beef with James, he'd show up at the door with some young haughty that barely spoke English. Some, I suspect, were no older than 16. But they were always very submissive and compliant, and they always showed me a good time. I knew in the back of my head that these girls were being mistreated, that there were most

likely escorts, that they were basically slaves. But I ignored all my reservations. I liked having intimate time with them, and I treated them like shit because it made. made me feel good somehow. Eventually, James asked me to drive three girls to the other city and dropped them off at a bar. They were transferring, he told me. I agreed. During that drive, one of them tried to escape during a stop at a rest area. She literally threw up in the door and took off running as soon as I stopped the car. I chased her down, tackled her, and dragged her back to the car while she wailed in tears and blubbering things in Polish or Russian. After that, I still didn't stop.

I ran the girls too, but always bound their ankles together with twine before leaving. I ran them both ways, from my city to the other and back. I still ran the drugs and guns too, and I made a lot of money in the process. Everything began to finally change from me when James had me help him start recruiting locals. I know it's horrible, but the foreign girls were easy to ignore since I never really understood them. Only one in the three ever knew much English, and even them. they were usually quiet. The local girls, they weighed on my conscience.

I suddenly saw them as human. One in particular begged me to bring her home, and she was as young as my little sister, so I did. I brought her home. The scariest moment of my life was when James showed up in my house after that. He was furious, and he was caring, as always. He actually drew his peace on me.

I don't know how, but somehow I talked him down from murdering me right then and there. I did a few more runs for him after that, but no women slash girls. Eventually, I got lucky. The plant I worked at had ordered increased production. Seven-day work weeks. James knew he couldn't pay me enough to make up for me quitting that job, so he accepted the fact I no longer could be one of his runners.

After a few months, he stopped even asking me. I got my shit together during that time. I became very religious as the guilt for what I had done consumed me. I remain religious to this day, though not so much as back then. Eventually, I ended up becoming one of these suckers I used to sneer at. I went back to school, I got a degree, and I've been working in my field of study ever since. No idea why I got so lucky. Had I been pulled over once in any of those drives, I would have been fucked.

Those days will forever haunt my nightmares. When I think of those poor girls especially, My own daughters are older than some of the ones I essentially are worded back then. To this day, too. Whenever I read about a shooting in that city, I brought so many guns to, I wonder if possibly one of the weapons had been delivered there by me. The drug ODs too, the lives ruined by the drugs. Jesus, help me, but you can ask me anything if you want in the meantime.

And before we move on to the comments, I just want to say quickly, this is such a different confession than usual. I mean, this isn't asked me anything, a drug runner, a weapon runner, this is so much different than usual. And right off the bat, I just have to say, it's great that the OP got out of it when he could and didn't stay in that life for much longer. I mean, it's horrible for what he did, but I'm glad he feels some sort of remorse for it and he feels sorry for what he did. And it's hopefully doing better now. trying to give back to his community or do something because yeah that life usually doesn't leave a lot of people but anyways let's get into some comments someone asks saying i know this is hypothetical but if the plant hadn't increased production or if he matched the money would you have stayed in

was it just this that made you stop or were you leaning towards getting now already and then the opi responds saying if the plant hadn't increased a production i would probably have tried to a way to get out anyway. I was almost entirely clean of drugs at this point, and the guilt of what I had been doing, combined with my realization that I was risking my life and freedom, had me thinking of ways to get out. But James was a scary man when he wanted to be. I had seen it. I knew I couldn't just go to him and say I wanted it out. The increased production gave me the perfect excuse. While he was pissed about it, James just told me I had to do what I had to do. If he had promised to match the money, I'd still have tried to get it out, but it would have been more tempting to stay in probably because that work was a lot easier and I was still struggling with my sobriety.

Someone else says, do you know what happened to James? Where is he now? And then the O.P responds saying, James ended up moving for reasons, I don't know. The last communication I ever received from him was a letter asking me if I'd be interested in joining him in a new business venture. I never replied to that letter. Years later, I found out he died from an OD. According to the Social Security Death Index, he died half a country away shortly after he sent me that letter. And then the commenter replies saying,

Sad stuff, man. Glad you got out of it and turned your life around. And then the opi responds saying, thanks. The really hard thing is looking into my past and seeing such evil. I can blame the drugs and my youth in the appeal of money, but at the end of the day, I know I was just an evil son of a bitch. Those girls.

I think about those girls all the time. I often wonder what they're doing now, if they ever escaped. But I can't find out because I never knew their names. And then the O.P responds to a few more comments, but those were the top ones and the most relevant. But, yeah, I just hope he's doing better now. The O.P. is doing better now.

I'm glad he got out of that life. and, you know, can do something to hopefully make himself feel better or give back to his community or hopefully reach out to one of those girls to see how they're doing. But such a sad story. And yeah, I hope everybody involved is doing better now and doing something more honest for a living. I wish we had never adopted this kid. My wife and I had been trying for a couple of years to have our own kids. But we found out we could not.

So we went the way we had talked about many times. times before and went through adoption because, hey, every kid needs a home, right? That's when we came across our now adopted son. Nate. Names changed, of course. Nate was the son of a horrible mom who fucked who she could for drugs, money, etc. His biological father had some sense and convinced moms who put all three of her kids. Nate was the only one of his. The other two, a brother and sister were from unknown slash different fathers. She agreed. And that was when Nate was about six. He was technically removed due to deplorable living conditions and abuse, but she didn't fight to keep him. We met him for the first time last year. I was sketchy on him. He appeared to

have ADHD, not a deal breaker, but wouldn't have been my first choice. He never looked at us, jumped up and ran around the restaurant we met at, and had a hard time focusing. Hell, he's a nine-year-old kid. Kids have a hard time sitting still and get nervous, I figured. My wife fell in love with him. I was still sketchy about it, but we had met other kids, so he wasn't our first choice at the time. We started getting more info on him, planned on meeting him more, etc. It was a learning curve. We took him to chuggy cheese, just to hang with him for all day. He was all over the place. that kids no biggie we started finding out more from the foster parents who we didn't care for they seemed to be brainwashing their kids and seemed to be in it for the money nothing major but

i was still being cautious we figured maybe he had either ADHD or some high-functioning autism again not a deal-breaker but it was something i'm not used to my wife had experience volunteer and career with special needs children He seemed to be growing on us. Called us mom and dad once. We started having fun together. It seemed to be a good fit. We noticed, closer to the day we took him home for six months before finalizing the adoption,

he had addictions. Mostly video games. Not too unusual. Again, he's a kid. Kids are supposed to love video games. Fuck, we both like them. Why not? But he became aggressive.

Like, wouldn't listen. to you, and if you turn them off or threaten to take them away, he'd become violent and throw the controller, kick in a chair, etc. We nipped that in the ass as soon as possible, limiting him and explaining why. We eventually took it away altogether, maybe explain later. He saw a therapist, psychologist, optometrist, general physician, and several other professionals. One diagnosed him with ADHD, another thought autism, another thought reactive attachment disorder. All seemed less than great, but we're attached. We'd get through this.

That was about a year ago now. Ever since then, at least every other day, if not every day, we have to put him in restraints. All okay per DHS, his therapist and others. We've had to get on to him. We've tried different reward systems. We've tried starting nice slash second chances. We've tried everything we can think of.

Fuck, even trying to show unconditional love when we feel nearly defeated. He's constantly lying about everything and anything. He plays dumb. He threatens to be bad, which we aren't afraid of. We've shown him many times we're not afraid of him. He breaks things.

He has no emotions, anything. Never shows remorse unless he's told to. Tell them you're sorry. Does what he wants. even when he knows it's going to get things taken away, he's tried and somewhat succeeded to hurt his dog, several times because he wants to see how it feels pain. He's been pure hell. He understands, but he doesn't care from what we can tell. Just tonight, we had a date night and dropped him off to a parent's night out group at the local Y.

We had a great time just being able to be ourselves. We get back, I go in to pick him up, the assistants there pull me aside and tell me he has caught trying to, well not so much trying, he did grab several girls parts twice. That was all the info I needed. I grabbed him, a bit embarrassed, brought him to the car, and had him explain to my wife what happened. Of course, we've been talking to him for several hours now, explaining why that was bad, etc. but again, he shows no remorse and just makes up excuse after excuse. Long story short, he wanted to, and so he did. After everything we've been through, I honestly regret adopting him.

I don't know if I'd adopt again if I was given the chance. Even if given the chance to go back in time and change my mind on him and switch to another kid, I don't think I would. We'd be much happier without him. or any other child in our home. I wish Nate had never come into our lives. And I'm pretty sure my wife wishes the exact same thing. And now let's get into some comments.

And boy, these comments are honest and harsh. Let's get into it. Give him back to the state. It's not worth it to keep him. He has had a shitty life, but he is clearly beyond your means and abilities. It's sad, but it has to be done for your sanity. and quality of life.

Then someone replies saying, seconded. Things don't work out. I feel like O.P. and Mrs. O.P. were rushed into this decision. This kid was born addicted to whatever the fuck his biological mom was on, and now you have the deranged juvenile running your house. Has O.P. talked to wife about giving him back? Then someone replies saying, third it might even be good for the child.

If it's clearly not working out here, perhaps he can have a chance with someone else. And then someone else says, when you said reactive attachment disorder, I knew you were effed. That is one thing that is just going to totally psychologically destroy a person for life. You see, plenty of adults that have ADHD and high functioning in autism make it and do fine in life. But I have never heard of a story of someone with reactive attachment disorder being anything other than a complete psychological disaster. The main stories I have heard are of severely neglected children from Russian orphanages who are complete demon children. I hate to say this, but he will probably get violent towards you at some point. And that is kind of the general consensus.

Everybody is saying he's kind of a lost cause, especially for the O.P. and Mrs. O.P. here because I think they're in over their heads. They can't, you know, not fixed, but they can't help someone like this. just aren't a specialist at all. And this kid was just given to him at this state, and it's kind of hard to fix that for just adopted parents. And the OPE has made no new updates on the profile, or on the OPE's profile. So we don't know what happened.

But everybody in the comments was being very, very honest and very, very grim. They're saying that they can't really help him. And he seems to be a lost cause almost and to just give them back to the state. And I'm really curious to hear what you guys think about this one. If you guys have any thoughts, please drop them down below. I'm curious to hear if you guys think these Reddit comments are being too harsh

or they're being honest and there really is no fixing Nate. But hopefully Nate's doing better now. Hopefully the O.P. And the O.P.'s wife is doing better now. And I'm just really curious what happened with this situation, but we have received no updates. I'm waiting for my brother to either commit S word or or get his life together. Today, my younger brother turned at 21.

No party, no celebration. He refused to read his birthday card from our grandma. He did not even want to blow out the candles on his cake. Ever since I was about 12, I knew my parents were failing him. He was a hyperactive kid, so they pumped him full of ADHD medication, which gave him insomnia and anxiety. So they put him on anxiety meds and sleeping.

pills, which made him depressed, so they put him on antidepressants, all before age 10. He was given a computer at a young age and was completely addicted immediately. My parents set no boundaries in terms of usage, so he would play all day, every day, sometimes late into the night before school. As you can imagine, this resulted in him becoming antisocial, ruined his grades, and prevented him from participating in any meaningful activities like sports or clubs. I would get into screaming matches with my mother over the fact that she needed to take the computer away from him. Then our other family members started expressing concern.

Then teachers. Our parents did nothing. Later, he was diagnosed with coliac disease, which explained his difficulty concentrating and other problems he had been experiencing. My parents provided him with gluten-free food for about six months before giving up. It was all too hard. Pathetic, I know. So he has now been eating gluten as a known coliac for the past six years. I've had a million discussions with him and my family about how much damage this causes

and they pretend to care but are too lazy to do anything about it. I tried providing education. I tried giving meal ideas and grocery lists. I tried cooking gluten-free. meals for the family. They do not change. As I became an adult, I would speak to other family members and family friends who agreed that what my parents were doing was wrong. They would agree that he needed the computer taken away, that he needed to be disciplined, and that he needed to stop being gluten. At that point, so much damage had been done, and he ended up dropping out

a high school eight months from graduation. His reason? Our mother couldn't drive him, and he did like walking to school. My brother is not an idiot. My parents are both well-educated and intelligent people. Why they have made these choices I can only assume is to avoid temporary discomfort. He has been to so many psychologists and nothing has helped. One psych refused to continue seeing him because he was refusing to accept help. Over the years, he had expressed how depressed he is, but seems to have no desire to be

helped. He has threatened S-word a dozen times, but never acted on it. When he does this, I urge my parents to take him to the hospital, to call an ambulance, but then he is suddenly all better. He uses S-word as a threat to get what he wants for them, and they don't see it. I know the way I'm thinking might sound extremely harsh, but truly, I feel at this point he either does a complete 360 or simply commits S-word. Sadly, the latter is more likely to have. I have exhausted all my options. He is unemployed and will not apply for jobs. He does not want to try any new hobbies. He refuses to volunteer anywhere. He knows that I'm here for him whenever he needs, but he does not want help. At the end of the day, there's nothing left I can do

unless he chooses to help himself. We have both dealt the same cards in life. I've not been exempt from problems in my life. I have had low points, arguably. I have faced far greater challenges than him, but I have made the best of what I have. I have helped myself. He has decided this life for himself. In the past year, I have had to stop trying and simply let go as other priorities in my life take over. I'm currently working full time and saving for a house deposit with my partner. We plan on getting married and having children as soon as financially possible.

Once I have children, they will be my top priority. I fear that when our parents eventually pass away, I will be the only person left in his life. At that point, I will not be able to help him. I just had to confess the way I feel. I know it is horrible, but it is the most realistic conclusion to this problem. Tell me I'm an asshole. Tell me there's something I can do. And then the OP makes an edit saying,

I do not live with my family anymore. For the people saying, I don't understand ADHD. I also have it but was diagnosed later in life, as is typical for most girls. It wasn't picked up when I was young. I have also suffered with severe depression and assort thoughts, but have chosen to reach out for help and work on developing healthy coping mechanisms. I don't want to provide too many details about myself because I wanted my brother to be the focus on the post, but thought this would provide some more context.

And now let's get into some Redditor's thoughts and get into the comments on this post. Someone says, your parents completely failed him, but this isn't on you to fix. You've been trying to help for years, but you can't make someone change that doesn't want to change. And I do agree with that. I mean, you can help someone or try to help someone as much as possible, but some people just don't accept help. And it's horrible because you might want the best for them, but they just can't accept it for whatever reason. Another commenter says, eh, at this point,

you're just going to have a million people here telling you you're in the wrong because of his age or his ADHD or their own projections based on non-related things they felt as kids. But ultimately, just do the best you can. If he doesn't want help, don't stress

yourself out too much trying to give him it though. Some people are just set on failing in this world. It's like that old phrase. You can lead a horse to water. but you can't make it drink good luck and then a commenter replies to this saying agree my little brother was almost exactly the same as this kid the real problem was the more people pressured him the harder he dug his heels in i started coming over and bringing him some new clothes from walmart

i'd asked if you wanted to hang out and if he said no then okay see you later he didn't leave the house for years. I genuinely thought he might murder S word my mom for while it was so bad. One day he said yes. We got Mexican food and I told him about my job. He said, sounds boring. And I'm like, yeah, bro, but it makes me afford cool shit and I kind of like it. This was a major turning point for him. Now he has a great job. His coworkers adore him. He seems genuinely happy and he has more friends than I do. No one ever believes it's been such a wild 180. I do think he's a little autistic, but the only evidence I have is the lack of identifying sarcasm

and his way to logical attitude for literally everything. And yeah, I think that one poster said it perfectly. You can lead a horse to water, but you can't make a drink. And I just have to feel bad for the O.P. Because the O.P. genuinely seems to want to help their brother. But, you know, it's either a mix of the parents not trying to help ever since a young age and now it's kind of a lost cause but as the reply to that comment said he says

my brother was the exact same and he did a 180 and he's all good now so hopefully the opi doesn't give up on her brother just yet and he can make a 180 and improve his life but you know we haven't heard any update since then this was posted about a year ago so hopefully the opi is doing better now and the opi's brother is doing now i've lost two hundred thousand dollars in the past three years gambling. I 25 male have a serious gambling problem and I'm not sure who to go to anymore. It all started in the middle of COVID with $25 here and there, betting on sports and playing blackjack for fun. Never really was a big issue. Never betting more than I could handle. I have a great job. I have a great job that pays me $100,000 a year. I still live at home and pay

the little necessities like rent and bills. In 2022, it got bad. I lost about $80,000 without anybody knowing my entire life savings was gone. I called 1-800 gambler, got myself banned for my respective state from all casinos and online, and even told my mother about it. I was doing good for about three months, and then 2023 hit, and I found this app where I could bet cryptocurrency. so I started there entering in $500 here and there. I want help. I know I need help and I get into these moods where I just can't stop even though I know it's bad. I can't help myself.

I've been through all the swings. The gamblers have the winnings and the losings. I'm unaware of what to do and where to go. I lost it all last night. I've been up all night thinking about it. I feel lost and... very tired. And I just thought this was a very important confession to add because gambling is horrible.

And it is even worse in the modern day. I mean, I'm sure you see a lot of YouTubers promoting it and taking a sponsor from gambling companies. And every single ad on YouTube is basically a gambling company nowadays. It feels like a gambling truly is such a slippery slope. And you just don't win no matter what. because if you gamble for the first time and you win, great, you're going to want to gamble again,

and then you'll eventually lose. And then if you lose, you know, you're going to want to win that back, and then you can keep losing. And it's just a, I mean, that's just obvious gambling, but it's just not a risk you want to take. Even the first time can get you hooked,

and it's just a very slippery slope of losing all your money. And it's hard enough to keep money nowadays, let alone just throwing it into the void of the gambling universe, whatever the gambling gods taking it from you but um yeah just very rough story and i can only feel for the op losing his life savings i mean i can't even i can't even imagine trying to rebound from that and to have the motivation to continue working or continue doing anything in life knowing you lost like tens and tens of thousands of dollars god it's just so so sad and let's get into some comments someone says, normally posts like this make me want to mind my own business.

First things first, the money gambled is gone. You know this place. You know it's your bones. The door with incredibly steep stairs is a choice you could take, my friend, and you should take it. Realize that not only do you have the privilege to have had the fun you've had for so long, but you also have the luxury of being able to bounce back. Having not affected anyone by yourself for the most part, learn and grow. Perfection is enemy of progress, and you've never going to have a streak that will resurrect the pain from you.

Gambling is a demon that will rob you of the person you were meant to be. Many of us have been here, and you'll bounce back and beat this. Turn the page, leave it behind, and take what we've learned and use it to be fucking amazing. Edit. Oh yeah, get some sleep. Lord, what a difference a day makes. And then the opi response saying, thank you so much kind of stranger. I'm going to make this post my homepage on my phone.

And it's been about a year since the OP posted this with no further updates, so I can only hope the OPE has gotten better, rebounded and bounced back the best he could. I was very successful as a child, but I lost it all and now I have nothing. When I was 14, I was a pretty big YouTuber. I had around 1.8 million subscribers. My channel was blowing up, and I was making a lot of money.

Some months over $50,000. It was my dream and I was actually living it. I'd made tons of close friends from YouTube. I was well known in the game I played, and for the first time in my life, I was genuinely happy. But the thing is, I never really saw the money. My narcissistic mom was in control of it all. She told me I was too young to have a bank account,

in that she'd take care of it for me. She gave me around $1,000 a month, which, yeah, sounds like a lot for a 14-year-old, but when you're making 50 times that, turns out, instead of saving it for my future, like she promised, she was spending most of it. When I turned 15, things started falling apart. My mental health completely deteriorated.

I developed anorexia and ended up hospitalized. My channel became impossible to keep up with. I stopped posting for almost, a year and everything I built just started to disappear then when I finally wanted to come back I made a stupid decision that basically ruined any chance of reviving my channel I tried downloading Adobe software for free yeah dumb I know I got hacked and the hacker posted some graphic content on my channel I got permanently banned and instead of contacting YouTube right away I just gave up

I was so mentally checked out that I didn't even care at the time and told myself I would deal with it later. When I finally tried to appeal months later, YouTube denied me. I tried everything I possibly could to get my channel back and nothing worked. My mom had spent most of my money, but she left me around $100,000. I had to literally beg her for over a year to give it to me. But like an idiot, I blew it. car, addictions, very bad decisions. It turns out my mom was right all along.

When I was 19, I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder and started drinking a lot. Now I'm in my 20s, completely broke, completely alone, and I feel like a fucking loser. I know I'm stupid. I know I made horrible choices, but please don't judge me too harshly. I wasn't in my right mind, and at the time I didn't care about my future because I wished I was dead. I couldn't see past the moment I was in, and I just let everything fall apart. I think about my past a lot, how much potential I had, how I literally had it all at 14, and how I just let it slip away. I don't know how to move on from it.

I peaked as a teenager, and now I have nothing. If anyone's ever recovered from throwing their life away, I'd really love to hear now. Because right now, I don't see a way forward. And now let's get into some comments. Someone says, if you could be that successful at 14, you can do it again in your 20s. Use your life story in an interesting, compelling, and positive way. I agree with that. Someone else says, hi, O.P.

I had 7 million followers on my channel. Got hacked. Two, I'm from Philippines, and I thought my life was over, but I didn't give up. I moved on, graduated college, and continued with my life. Yes, we had some good followers before, but life goes on. It doesn't stop just because we lost that channel. I have my own family now, and also started my channel from the zero followers to almost four million followers right now.

I also bought multiple properties because of that channel. Had 500 million plus views last year, 2024. I created my channel when I was 16, got hacked when I was 19. I'm now 26 years old. It was tough to deal with, for real, but promise it will be worth it. Just keep going.

And yeah, I mean, that's what a lot of the comments say. Just keep going. You can turn it around. It can get better. And I have to agree. I mean, I have a channel that's pretty successful, but I haven't gone through anything of what the O.P. is mentioning

with her mother stealing all the money. I mean, I can't imagine. That's so tragic. And I just hope. the opi can learn and move on it's very unfortunate the opi blew the hundred thousand dollars because that could have been a great starting a business or just investing it or just saving it or as a great you know emergency fund or whatever but it's unfortunate she blew it and uh i just have to say you know get up keep going keep moving on because yeah 20 is still very young and you have a lot of

life to live you don't need to give up now and you didn't peak at 14 you're peaked at 14 you're is still in the future. On to the next one. I hit rock bottom last night after years of gambling. I really need to get this off my chest and hear from others who've been through it. Hey everyone, I'm 22 years old and I've been gambling since I was 18. I've never really told anyone the full story, but after what happened last night, I feel like I finally hit my breaking point.

It all started when I first went to the casino with my friends at 18. I put down $50 and somehow walked out with $1,000. The next day, I did the same thing, another $50 into $1,000 on roulette. At that age, that kind of win felt unreal. I got hooked. For a while, it didn't seem that bad. I'd go maybe once every week or two with my mates, only spending it around $50 each time.

I was working at a Korean barbecue place, so I always had a bit of spare cash to play with. but over the years, it started to spiral. When I was 19, I got into sports betting, and that's when things got really bad. I lost every single dollar I'd saved for a trip to Asia. The trip was only a few months away, and I had to pick up another job just to make sure I didn't disappoint my girlfriend.

That guilt and stress nearly broke me. I told myself I'd learned my lesson, and for a while, I stopped. I went a few months clean and built my savings back up around $6,000. But of course, the moment I felt safe again, I went back. I started winning again at first, and that false sense of control came flooding back in. Then last night happened. I lost everything.

Around $14,000. That was all the money I had saved. I work and support worker now. And I'm at a point where I barely have enough left for fuel. I'm so depressed and full of regret. I keep her playing every moment wishing I could go back and make different choices. What makes it even harder is pretending everything's okay. Having to smile in front of my girlfriend when all I feel is guilt and shame.

Trying to hang out with friends and act like I'm fine when deep down I feel completely empty. It's exhausting trying to kill. keep up with the act when all I want to do is disappear for a while. I know I'm still young and that I can rebuild, but right now, it just feels unbearable. I don't want to hide anymore. I don't want to keep living in this cycle of losing, rebuilding, and destroying myself again. If anyone out there has gone through something similar, how did you recover? How did you rebuild your finances and your mental health after hitting rock bottom?

Any advice or even just hearing your stories would mean a lot right now. Thanks for reading. And now let's get into some comments. Someone says one of the worst addictions, brother, my father, rest his soul, was a huge gambler for most of his life. Good man, bad habit. Very bad. He kicked it when he was around 60 but died at 65. The amount of shit that he went through and put my family through.

Sheesh. You wouldn't believe it. Just stop. gambling and go to gamblers and omnibus if you need to it helped pop someone else comments saying since almost nobody here has given you actual advice let me do it you lost 14,000 dollars which is a lot of money it's so much money that you feel like you hit rock bottom and probably feel a lot of sadness anger guilt and shame towards yourself in this whole situation you can't undo the damage that you've done to your own mental health and financial situation but here's what you can do

do learn from it it's the least you can do and here's how number one start sharing start talking about what happened with the people you trust with your life parents girlfriend siblings close friends this will help you with your mental health and clarity which you need to start rebuilding and that's what i always say in these videos whenever you guys comment or email me with uh confessions or you know you're struggling with something i always tell you guys please talk to somebody because it does make it better and then the commenter says number two look for professional professional help, you're an addict and you need to protect yourself from yourself. This is not something an addict can do by themselves, so you need help and guidance.

You don't have to do this by yourself and realizing that will make you feel so much lighter. Number three, start financial rebuilding. Financial stress is horrible. Once you start saving money again, you'll feel proud and happy. It's a present and it means you're back on track. Go to meetings and keep talking to your loved ones, especially when you feel some kind of kind of urge. Make yourself proud.

Stop surviving and start living. And then the final comment I'll read. Someone else says, nobody wins a gambling, bro. Nobody. And I just have to agree and emphasize that last tidbit. Nobody wins in gambling. You just can't win.

You're just chasing a win that doesn't really exist. And if it does, it exists for 0.000,000,000,000,000, 1% of people. And even they lose. So just not even worth starting. And if you, anyone watching, are dealing with gambling issues, please seek help. And also I just have to advise against gambling.

It's never been easier to gamble. Back in the day, you'd have to go to a casino or go to a different state to gamble. But now it's as easy as pulling out your phone and gambling on this or that or the other thing. And I think it's truly terrible in a horrible addiction that a lot of people are suffering with right now. So if you are watching and going through gambling addiction, please, please seek help. It's not worth it. You will only lose. Yeah, it's just a slippery slope.

And I wish you all the best if you are suffering with gambling addiction. I took some band-in-drill and it has forever completely changed me. I should have known I'd end up here. What started as a way to sleep a little easier turned into something that's taken over my life. I started taking Benadryl a while ago just to help knock me out. But over time, it stopped being about sleep. I started taking more and more. I liked the way it made everything feel distant,

like I could turn off my brain. I've talked about it before, as some of you have read. I told myself I was in control that I could stop whenever I wanted, but that was a lie. I've been hospitalized now. My body couldn't keep up with what I was doing to it. I was hallucinating, disoriented, a shell of myself, hearing my dead mother, seeing the hat man, feeling trapped in my own skin.

The doctors told me I was lucky to even make it in. Lucky. That word feels weird when you're strapped to a hospital bed wondering what the hell you've done to yourself. Even now, even after everything, there's still this part of me that wants to go back to it. It scares the hell out of me. I feel like I've rewired my brain and now I can't find the way back to normal. I don't even remember what normal feels like. I have no one to talk to. Maybe just to get it off my chest. Maybe because I feel like I'm screaming into a void and hoping someone hears me. I don't want to be this person. I want out. I can't keep going like this. I have seen

things I can't explain and things I don't know how to explain like smells, creatures, and I felt like I've been floating in a world beyond my understanding. And now let's get into the comment. Someone says, it's a nightmare drug. And at least one user from this sub died this year. You need to stop now. It's a delirium. It's not fun. It's only addictive and highly dangerous and the trip sound awful. Please. Please seek help. And then someone comments saying, well, I'm glad Benadryl makes me feel itchy, so I stay away from it. And then some people share their stories. Someone else says long-term Benadryl use has been linked to dementia in old age. So I'm glad you're getting some help with this. Please, stay safe. Best of luck to you.

And then a lot of the other comments share their own stories with Benadryl and how it's destroyed their life. And I have some unfortunate news, I think, because I went to the O.P.'s profile. And the O.P. made one final post about seven months ago. And the post simply reads, I'm not going to make it. I'm sorry, everyone. And, yeah, I just saw that final post. posting them, I don't know, just shook me because I don't think the OP made it.

And the OP only made the post of the, I took some Benadryl and it has forever completely changed me, responded to some comments, and then made that final post about a month later from that post that we just read and saying, I'm not going to make it. I'm sorry, everyone, with one upvote. And yeah, I know I said it, but it just shook me because I don't think the O.P. did make it. I don't know why the O.P. would lie. Obviously, this didn't get attention.

And I think that's what makes this feel so much more eerie and sad and depressing because the O.P. saying, I'm not going to make it. I'm sorry everyone got one up vote. Nobody saw it. Like, it feels like he's speaking directly to me or to everyone watching, you know? Yeah, very eerie and very sad. and I just, I hope the O.P. said this for whatever, whatever reason. Hopefully the O.P was just in a state of delirium and said it, and it wasn't truly his last post before he passed. But who knows?

This is the last we've ever heard from the O.P. And I can only wish the O.P. the best. And hope he's still around. But yeah, this one really, really shook me. I'm having an affair on my wife. 10 months ago, I made the worst decision of my life. I decided to be a stay-at-home dad. Don't get me wrong. I love my daughter and I love being with her. But it has completely ruined my relationship with my wife.

I can't fully explain my wife's shift in demeanor towards me, but it's like she has lost all respect for me as a man. We've only had intimate time one time since our daughter was born because she always says that she's not in the mood. We've been together for the better part of a decade, and she's never acted this way towards me. Even while she was pregnant, she didn't treat me this way. I've tried to talk to her about it, but she says that she can't change how she feels. For these reasons, I've been feeling pretty emasculated.

So as the title says, I've been having an affair. The woman I'm having an affair with is one of the moms in my mommy and me group. I've known her for, oh God. six to seven months now. But we've only been doing this for about a month. I honestly don't know what the fuck I'm doing and I don't know where I'm going to go from here. All I know is that she makes me feel respected

and makes me feel good in a way that my wife doesn't anymore. I want the relationship between my wife and I to return to what it was previously. But even if I went back to work and she started treating me with respect again, I don't know if we could ever go back. And now let's get into. to some top comments. Someone says people here are trying to get to the root cause of the issues you and your wife are having. No one is pointing out that you are having relations with another

man's partner that has just started their own family. Dude, this is so wrong, so, so, so wrong. You're destroying yours and another family. Stop it. Also, stop blaming your wife for your decisions. She makes you feel emasculated. You don't cheat on her to start feeling like a man again. You talk or go to therapy. Then all else fails you leave. From one man to another, don't do this. It is shitty. It makes us look bad. Act like a real man and stop whining and get out there and do something about it. Something that preferably doesn't destroy another family. And I can't help but agree with the commenter here because yeah he's not only destroying his own family but also someone else's new family i mean that can really cause a lot of damage that is very avoidable

and then i went to the opi's profile and saw that he made an update on the situation and the title is update i'm having an affair my wife i made this post sometime in february a couple of weeks after that i post i came clean to my wife about what i was doing it was difficult to but we eventually worked it out. I immediately ended my relationship with the other woman. We went to counseling for a while. I went back to work and I suggested that our daughter go into care, but my wife insisted on taking care of her. The counselor was actually really helpful. I expected her to just tell me that I was the only one in the wrong, but she was actually fairly understanding of what both my wife and I needed. Anyway, since then, we've been doing much better.

We have intimacy on a regular basis. We've been going on dates. We've been going on dates. and we found out last week that she's pregnant again, which we're both really happy about. We're obviously going to handle it very different this time. She's still staying at home with her daughter, and she will be staying at home with this child too. When I made the last post, things were looking pretty bad,

and I really didn't think that we'd recover. But for the last six months, things have been back to how they were before. I was a stay-at-home dad, better even. And, I mean, that's a great update post because I feel like we get a lot of sad posts in these confession videos, and this one had a bright end and a good ending. So that's great and a good testament to how if anyone watching is going through something like that,

there's always a light at the end of the tunnel, and you can get through anything. I'm dying. I have to talk about it to someone. I can't keep the secret anymore. I have cancer. Brain cancer. discovered way too late to do something about it. In a month, I'll probably be gone.

I just said to my friends that I'm going to my family for a month. Too bad I'm not coming back. I don't want them to see me die. I had the dream of becoming an actor. Now it's a little too late for that. Don't take your life for granted. One day you might find out that it'll be way shorter than you imagine. I don't want to be treated like a little bit.

victim. I just wanted to take everything. I had weighing on my stomach and throw it all out. Edit. Wow. Thank you all so much for the support. It means a lot to me. You guys are fantastic. Edit too. I read all of your comments and it warms my heart like nothing else. Sorry if I don't answer, but you guys are so much that it would be impossible. Still thanks again. Love you all. I want to say something to you. Throughout the day, ask yourself, if I die right now, would I be happy with what I did in my life? If the answer is yes, then keep doing what you're doing. If the answer is no, then something has to change.

I hope this helps. Live life to the fullest. And unfortunately, this post was posted nine years ago, so we can only assume that the O.P. has long since passed, but I hope the O.P had a great final. time living and had a great last few months or last month with his family and friends hopefully and um i think that ending sentence was so impactful live life to the fullest and if you aren't happy with what you're doing now make a change because you never know when you know this life might

end for you and um yeah let's get into some comments someone says fuck i know i'm just a stranger on the internet and my words maybe won't mean much to you but I think telling your friends about your situation is something you should do, because when they get the notice unexpectedly, they will feel bad for not doing something before. You should thank them for the time you have spent with them and everything they have done for you. I know it is cliche, but if you have something you regret not doing before, now is the time. I truly hope you spend your last days living, not dying. If you want to talk or anything, just PM me. And yeah, I agree.

I don't think he should keep it from his friends because then they might regret it. Because, you know, people just assume you're going to be around for longer and they're going to be like, no, I'm not going to see you or I'm not going to hang out. You're still going to be around. And then you suddenly die and they will live their life and regret not going to see you. And yeah, just a super sad post. And all the comments are extremely supportive, but I just hope that the O.P is, you know, in a better place now in doing the best you can. wherever he is, but extremely sad post and very, very impactful. I got into drugs and then a hard downward spiral.

Some effects suck. Long read, but I got to get it off my chest. It started in high school when I loved smoking Zaza. I also discovered adult videos around then and would smoke and watch it. In college, Zaza started giving me bad anxiety, worrying about dumb things. I stopped. I lived in a European country for six months for an internship and discovered the booger sugar. I was hooked. I went broke on booger sugar and booze. Almost cost me my internship. When I got back to the States, I found hookup and it was shitty, so I eventually quit it.

A few years later, I was the manager at a restaurant, and one of the other managers was a mule of sorts. He would hide bricks of fish scale colored booger sugar in the ceiling tile in the bathroom until someone came to pick it up. I got a discount on this stuff and I was back to using. This time, it was daily all day. I would get off work around 10, then go to the gym and do some booger sugar in the bathroom and workout for a couple hours. Well, one day the plug dried up, so I went to another worker who knew a guy. I did this stuff at home and it wrecked my nose. Painful. I went to the bar with the other manager who mentioned it had ice in it. He had used it too. I knew it was bad, but the way it made me feel was so different. Crystal clear vision, everything's so bright. I felt so

energetic and productive. Eventually, I stopped bothering with the cut stuff and got crystal straight up from one of the line cooks. And then he goes into explicit detail of what What he did, I can't say it, but he really started to enjoy it. And then he says, I started getting reclusive, staying in my house by myself most days I was off, watching really weird, nasty adult videos. One day, I started seeing what looked like gas vapors, distortion coming from my outlet. I started staring at my outlets in my house for hours. I was getting super paranoid, thinking I had gas leaks in my outlets.

constantly looking out my windows, for I have no idea what. I started seeing shadows in the corners of my vision. Eventually, I ended up losing my job. After crying about being a failure, I went to the place where the girl I was quasi-dating works. She was often alone. I confessed to the drug spiral, and she completely disowned me, said she was disgusted into get out. I went to a bar and got destroyed.

Alcohol poisoning levels. I stopped the hard stuff cold turkey the next day and started applying for a very different type of job. I ended up getting one and now I'm decently successful at it. I have a loving wife and a child and a good home, but every now and then, I get flashbacks of the sharp sting in my nostrils and it makes me want to vomit. I still occasionally look at the outlets to see if they're leaking. I have no desire to touch the stuff, but I really want those memories to go away. And now at this point in this video, this story is once again a great reminder that addiction is a slippery slope.

And what might start as an innocent addiction to one thing or an instant pastime can then spiral and ruin your life and ruin your health and everything. So just another great reminder. And let's get into some comments. Someone says the memories are important. If you didn't have them, you wouldn't know not to go there. It sounds like you are adventurous and like to figure out life. for yourself and even more so when you were young just take them as a chapter in your life been there done that don't need to go back also at least now you'll be on top of it if there's an

electrical fire and then the opi response saying i tried to remind myself that the memories of how horrid it was is what's keeping me on track i still like to drink but i'll keep that as my vice as it's under control the electrical fire comment got me laughing And yeah, everyone just collectively says, I'm glad he made it to the other side. I'm glad the addiction didn't get you because for a lot of people, you know, once you get to that hard stuff, it is very, very hard to get out and turn your life around.

But it sounds like he's doing great now. I hope the OPE is doing well. He's still active on his profile. So hopefully he's doing well. If you see this video, reach out. And I hope you're doing well. And yeah, just anyone watching. I hope this is a good reminder to keep control of your addiction.

and be very, very careful of what you led into your life. I once played pedestrian chicken while driving back when I used to be a drug addict. I've been clean from pills for over three years now. However, at the peak of my addiction, about six or seven years ago, I would mix heavy doses of multiple pills combined with alcohol and zaza, then go out driving. One time I was messed up driving around with my friend, and I started purposefully veering towards pedestrians,

like families pushing prams, old couples, runners, etc., walking on the footpath. And then at the last moment, when I got real close, I would quickly turn away and straighten up in the lane. I guess the intention was to freak them out and get a reaction, which of course it did. I remember doing it maybe three or four times that day. My friend's reaction was complete shock. And I guess in my state I found that amusing could have easily lost control. in my drugged up state and crippled someone for life or killed them. I can't ask anyone for forgiveness, seeing as I'm not religious, but damn, do I feel like a

piece of shit when I reflect on this sometimes? I can't forgive myself. Anyway, after many DUIs and car crashes and narrowly escaping death numerous times, I eventually went to rehab, sobered up, and no longer own a car or drive. I'm so lucky to escape having caused no lasting injury to anyone, including myself. Still, when I'm alone with my thoughts, the day I played Russian roulette with other people's lives, just for kicks, will always return to haunt me.

I smoked crystal, and it was the most terrifying experience of my life. It was about eight days ago, and today is the first day I felt somewhat normal enough to make a post like this. I need to talk to someone about it, but the earliest therapy appointment I could book was on February 5th, and I don't want to talk to family about this, nor do I want to put it on

Facebook. Anyway, it started with drinking alcohol, the real gateway drug, and a pensioned for putting myself in precarious situations. So, last weekend, after drinking at my friend's house, I was going to hop on the bus and go home. But all the way back, I ended up getting into a conversation with these homeless people. My inhibitions and guard were lowered, so I ended up going back to their tent with them and hanging out for a while. I've been homeless in the past, so this, along with being really drunk, made this situation seem a lot more normal than it really was.

They asked if I wanted to smoke some clear, and I impulsively said yes. Of course, I was paying. When we got back in the tent and the crystal was in the pipe, we smoked it, and I smoked probably way more than a first-time user, usually smoke. Besides, two or three hours of feeling pretty nice, the whole thing was fucking horrific. First things first, I was hot as fuck in the foulest, most unnatural sweaty smell was emanating from my body. But no matter how much deodorant or soap I used, nothing could make me smell better. Secondly, the feeling never seemed to ever wear off. And I don't mean in a good way. The fun part is over very quickly. After that, you become like a rat in a cage, just a slave

to your impulses and what the crystal does to you. And the amount I smoked kept me up for over three days, and I was actually trying to go to bed. I took Tylenol, PM, and everything. I spent the first 12 hours with an insanely unnatural, intimate drive. And I even hired a lady of the night to be with, But I was tweaking too hard to even calm down and I couldn't get bricked. So I ended up just getting a hotel and snooking it a lot. But I couldn't even enjoy that because that's when the psychosis kicked in. By this point, I hadn't really slept, so I started having auditory and visual hallucinations. Like hearing sirens and imagining that there were people outside my hotel window.

I probably spent like 12 hours peeking out of the window blinds, looking for cops or people who might be coming to. kill me and people. I shit you not. This is not like weed paranoia or any other kind of hallucinations you've ever had. I literally, literally thought there were people outside my window. I even called the hotel front desk twice to ask them to tell the people to stop gathering outside my window. And I felt so fucking dumb and confused when the guy came out and checked and told me there were no people there. That was more or less the story of the next. couple of days. I was feeling progressively worse and worse and just wanting more than anything

to no longer have crystal in my system, but the paranoia and hallucinations were still going strong. I was tweaking and jerking my head around every time I thought I heard a siren or someone walking behind me and probably looked crazy as fuck to people on the street. It got to the point where I was losing touch with reality, and I had no clue if I was imagining conversations or if they were really happening. I kept hoping that it wasn't permanent and that would be okay after the crystal were off. Luckily, that seems to be the case.

I do feel a little weird still, but I think part of that is just being really shaken by the experience. After three days of everyone looking at me like I was a monster, smelling like unnatural demon sweat, and almost losing my mind, I was finally able to get some sleep. And it took me about four days to finally start to feel better. I am entering outpatient rehab next week because if I hadn't been drinking so much,

I wouldn't have gotten in such a horrible situation in the first place. Crystal was the most terrifying thing I have ever experienced. But if the experience helps me live a life free of alcohol and other drugs, then I guess it was a good thing in the long run. I bullied my brother to the point his own life. And that is just how the title reads. It's a little bit wonky. I don't know why.

but let's get into the post. Hello, this is a little hard to type out, but I feel I must tell someone about what I've done years ago. This whole entire thing took years to even develop before he couldn't take it anymore. I used to be an only child until my little brother came along. I think the main reasons I've even bullied him was because I was jealous how much attention he was receiving from my parents.

It started off as normal siblings. We would be kind to be. each other, play with each other, but eventually I grew to hate him about four years after he was born. We would always fight, hit each other, obviously every time I hit him, he would cry, but that never stopped me from doing so. Despite getting shouted at by parents that would only fuel my anger with him, I was always a troublemaker at school, would start fights with other kids, using lame insults that would make the kids upset, I never knew to contain my anger.

Now back to my brother. While he was in grade 7 through 10, I would always shit-talk him, despite him always being kind to me, wanting to hang out with me. Yet I always turned him down and insulted him. Even with his schooling, he would be a straight-A student.

I would still talk down on him about how stupid he is, why is even alive, how spoiled he is, no matter what he did, it would always piss me off in some way or another. He was a very kind brother. Despite how he would sometimes mimic some of the bad stuff he'd see online, all he needed was to be guided properly. By an older brother, he never got. Instead, he would be physically and verbally abused by his older brother,

not knowing exactly why. but before he could even get the chance to graduate high school and go to college, he ended up committing S word. Family and friends never knew why. But obviously I did. It never sunk in what I caused until a month after when we were at his funeral. Years has passed since the incident, and I still cry thinking about the way I treated him. It pains me very much to even type this out, always frustrated out what I've done in the past, took away a life of a wonderful little brother, took away his future before we even became proper siblings.

I'll never see him grow up anymore, nor will anything I do atone for my actions. I will carry this burden that I've brought upon myself until the day I die. I'm sorry for what I've done I've straightened up my life never resorting to violence with other people or doing anything horrible to others will live the rest of my life being an honest and kind person

someone that my brother could have looked up to thank you for reading and man that is just so sad these posts in today's video are just crazy but let's get into some top comments someone says you were his burden in life. Now he will be the burden, the rest of yours.

And wow, that is a hell of a way to put it. You were his burden in life, and now he will be your burden. Wow. That just really hits on. That's just the top comment. That is just, wow, that really hits hard. He put it perfectly. I mean, wow.

Someone else says, I have no words. Someone replies saying, my thoughts too. I have nothing positive to say, so I'll keep moving. And Jesus Christ, man, what a post. In the final comment I'll read on this post, someone says, My sister was like you. I still suffer psychologically every single day. It took her moving across the country for us to get along.

This is your punishment. You get to live with what you did. And, wow. And this is the only single post on the entire, of the OP's profile. This is the only post, no comments, no anything, and the OP's name is nothing but regrets. Geez, this post just hit really hard.

I mean, that is just such a depressing situation because obviously the OP now has to live with that burden that he bullied his brother to death, really. And his brother is now no longer living, and can no longer live the life he could have lived. And, yeah, that is just so shocking and so sad. Such a sad situation. I tricked mentally ill and poor people into doing degrading stuff on camera.

Exactly as the title says, a couple of years ago, I was heavily into booger sugar. So my friends and I would stay up all night just talking to each other in my apartment for many nights in a row. Most people who have done a lot of drugs know that playing video games and watching movies is really not that fun to do while doing lines all night.

So we started doing a lot of weird things like this instead. One night for some reason we started messing with this mentally ill guy who we went to school with on Facebook who thinks he died when he crashed his car on drugs a couple of years back and got a major psychosis from the incident. The guy now fully believes he is dead

and makes these weird Facebook rants, telling people he is seeing and talking to angels and demons and that he is dead. One night, we call up the guy, posing as a local newspaper that wants to write an article about him. He and my friend had the strangest conversation ever. He kept the conversation going for almost two hours, while I recorded for the whole thing as an MP3 on my phone.

The next day, I presented the clip to all of my friends who were totally ecstatic. And we all think it's the funniest thing we've ever heard. We start messing with this guy almost every night after work, writing him as God, making him record weird songs from heaven and hell, making him take weird photos of himself, etc. But after a week of shenanigans,

his caretaker or whoever makes him delete his Facebook account because the rants online are getting out of control. After realizing that messing with this guy was funny as shit, but that we could no longer do it, we started looking for new victims. First, we start trolling our local high school's Facebook group posing as this pair of effed-up parents, but are eventually found out and kicked out.

Then we start trolling the local vegans, selling horse meat and other stuff, but eventually they make the group private and only members they know personally can join. After that, we start trolling all sorts of local groups on Facebook. To join these local groups, You have to have an account that looks somewhat believable. So we would go on these religious boards and make posts praising God.

That shit gets a lot of activity. And just start adding people until we had a ton of friends and the account would look somewhat real. The people most active on these religious boards are people from places in Africa that are very poor. And these people are willing to do anything for a couple of bucks. So we will start calling up random strangers that look like they are willing to do anything for money.

money, sending them a bit of cash via Western Union to make them trying to backflips while I record it. That crazy part is that once you send that first dollar, they know that there's more where it's coming from. And you now have your own personal gesture overseas. And they will do literally anything as long as you send them that first bit of cash. So then it became almost like a new addiction for me. I was promising these poor people a big cash prize. Of course, there was no prize. If they did what I told them to do on the webcam, so I could record it.

The most effed-up part is that I enjoyed doing it and found it hilarious. I used to only do with friends so we all could laugh at it together. But later, I often just sat alone, calling slash riding these poor people and making them do weird and degrading stuff on webcam. Jeez, man. And now let's get into some top comments. Someone says, this is definitely a confession. Yikes.

And yeah, this is horrible. I missed the birth of my daughter because I was high on age. I stayed away from drugs all throughout my youth, but after college, I started experimenting and I ended up getting addicted to the Big H. It completely destroyed my life. I lost my job, my girlfriend, my apartment. Pretty much all of my friends, and I spent two months living on the street. When I was 25, I joined a support group, and I managed to get clean and get my life back together. At almost the exact moment, I've been clean for one year.

I met my wife. I've been with many women when we met, but from our first date, I knew that I wanted to marry her. And I took the timing as a sign. I proposed to her on our one-year anniversary, and she said yes. We got married three months later. And four months after that, she fell pregnant. I was excited at first, but after a little while, I began to worry about the responsibility. Once you have a child, you're stuck with the responsibility for life.

You can't just quit like you can't a job. You can't just move once you get tired of being in the same spot because you'll completely uproot his or her life and everything he or she knows. What if I fall in love with my child? And then she divorces me and gets full custody. If she has my child and then leaves, she can claim child support and I have virtually no say. She can essentially make me into an indentured servant. If I'm making $80,000 a year and she leaves me,

a judge can force me to pay that rate of child support even if I can't find another job that'll pay me that much. And if I don't, then I'll be put in jail. I love her with all my heart, but if she gets bored of me and decides to leave, she can use all of these things against me. Do I really want to risk it? I was pretty scared of the whole thing, but it was happening now and there was no way out.

All of the pressure made me just start thinking about doing H again. Maybe if I could just do it one more time, I'd get it out of my system, and then I could move forward. It kept bouncing around on my head, and when my wife was almost five months pregnant, I did H for the first time in almost three years. Two weeks shy of being three years. clean. This is the last time I said. Then later that week, I did it again and I told myself,

all right, this really is the last time. Just like that, I was hooked again. She noticed that I was acting weird, but she knew that I was really nervous about having a child, so she gave me space. When she was about 30 weeks pregnant, she went into labor. She had been having contractions most of the night, but her doctor said not to worry. The morning, she went into labor. I told her that I was going fishing with my friends, but the truth is that I spent the whole day lying on a mattress and a storage shed high on H. When I woke up, I had 39 missed calls, and I'm not sure how many messages. When I realized what was going on, I cleaned myself up and got down to the hospital as quickly

as I could, but I'd missed everything. Her mom and sister were there. My wife was just as happy to see me, but her mom gave me a big lecture about how irresponsible I was. I apologize profusely and lied about my phone being out of range. Our daughter is 14 weeks old now. It's been really difficult, but I haven't done drugs since that day. I don't remember it being this difficult last time. My wife knows that I used to be addicted to age, but she doesn't know that I started using again. I want to tell her that I slipped up, but I don't want her to doubt my ability to take care of her family, and I don't want her to

think that I'll be a bad father. And oh my God, it's just, that is such a heartbreaking post. So hard. I can't imagine being the OP waking up and seeing you missed your daughter's birth. And the reason you missed it was because you were strung out. God, that is just so, so horrifying. Now let's get into some comments. Someone says, I know it's hard right now, but you really need to find a professional to talk to. We can't go through stuff like this alone. Having a kid is challenging and it's an identity shift for everyone. My wife relapsed a month after we brought our son home after 10 years of sobriety.

It wasn't age, but she was sneaking hard liquor. I suspected and she lied to me about it. Not good. The best thing she did for herself and me was, to be honest with me, and get help. She's much more stable now and the relapse was a blip on the radar. But she had some serious stuff to process through. Therapy was vital for your healing. Also, your wife has a right to know what's going on with you.

Wait until you're getting help. But don't drag your feet. H is no joke, as you know. And it's not safe for you or your baby, for your wife to not know about your struggles. Please don't try to tough it out or man up or whatever. You'll feel better with support. And yeah, this is just insane.

And it goes for all of you and goes without saying if you are struggling with addiction, please get help and do not try to do it by yourself. And all right, guys, with that last one, that wraps up some shocking Reddit confession threads. What were your thoughts on today's video? I thought they were, like the title says, shocking. I thought they were pretty depressing and sad,

but hopefully you kind of enjoyed the video or learned something or got a moral from some of these stories. I feel like I always learned something from recording these videos and learn that. you know, you shouldn't take your life for granted because at any moment, it can end or you can be diagnosed or something or whatever. And be careful with addiction and all of those things. Thank you so much for watching the video. Please like the video. Subscribe to the channel. And I just want to say thank you so much for watching the end. The video means the world.

Check out some other videos on the channel if you enjoyed this one. And this was Snook and I'll see you next time. Bye.