Off My Chest
RULES:
I am looking for mods!
1. The "good" part of our community means we are pro-empathy and anti-harassment. However, we don't intend to make this a "safe space" where everyone has to be a saint. Sh*t happens, and life is messy. That's why we get things off our chests.
2. Bigotry is not allowed. That includes racism, sexism, ableism, homophobia, transphobia, xenophobia, and religiophobia. (If you want to vent about religion, that's fine; but religion is not inherently evil.)
3. Frustrated, venting, or angry posts are still welcome.
4. Posts and comments that bait, threaten, or incite harassment are not allowed.
5. If anyone offers mental, medical, or professional advice here, please remember to take it with a grain of salt. Seek out real professionals if needed.
6. Please put NSFW behind NSFW tags.
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My tipping point with my family was George Floyd/ Breanna Taylor. The details aren't important and are very similar to many of the stories here. Its not easy, it wasn't then and it still has a sting to it. Good for you for deciding that enough was enough. And a pat on the back to this whole thread because I don't think theres a single troll in it. Just folks genuinely sharing their stories of grief over a situation we'd rather not deal with. The internet like a broke clock is capable of getting it right twice a day.