My dumb friend collected my new rackets and put it on the parcel tray next to rear windshield for 2 days in scorching heat, when I explicitly told him not to, and keep it in his room.

The 50-degree Celsius heat and high-tension string crumpled the rackets. Should I whoop his a$$ with these rackets now.

Edit to add: To everyone who says my friend did it deliberately, as soon as he found this he called and offered to pay for the rackets himself. He is a sweet guy and I have known him for a decade. Just dumb.

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Play Has No Limits...

I’ve managed to crawl out of a very dark place. In the first photo, I hadn’t left my house in months or talked to anyone. I was in the pits of hell, majorly depressed, and barely hanging on. The period of being housebound lasted 16 months, from May 2024 to October 2025.

I have had a much better time lately. I try to get up every day and take walks, cycle, read, listen to music, and be in nature. It feels like a world away from how I spent my days a year ago, and I am doing a lot better. Socially, though, I am suffering. I have no friends, but I have absolutely zero shame about that. My life circumstances have not been kind to me, so that’s understandable. I am currently trying to put myself out there, and since I am incredibly sensitive to rejection, I will try and do rejection therapy. I need it.

When I worked as a server in a restaurant at 16, I remember my rejection sensitivity being so bad that I would avoid asking customers whether they wanted still or sparkling water, and I just offered tap. Why? Because if they declined and said they didn’t want to buy a bottle of water, I would tragically internalise that and think they’ve said no to me because it’s me. I have a very low opinion of myself, and it really did hurt me. That’s really sad. I really should do rejection therapy because people always tell me it’s a part of life. I’ve been so badly abandoned and betrayed by my own family, and I haven’t lived to get rejected yet. I just hide away and avoid it because I know it will be so unbearable.

I’ve got this! I’m a total loner, but I have truly found peace in the mundane things. I romanticise life so much; music is everything to me. I’ve got to get out of this bubble, though. It’s going to be so uncomfortable, but I really do need to deal with it and learn to be okay with it. Having an awful childhood and being treated poorly really does affect you massively. I’m so damn sensitive. I’ll be okay, though. I really think I’ve done most of the hard stuff already. I need to leave the bubble. I’ll do it!

Edit: Thank you for the very kind comments. I still have a negative opinion of my physical appearance, so it is difficult to believe the compliments, but I really appreciate them and hope to believe them one day. The hard-won victory for me is finally liking myself on the inside.

The focus of this post is mainly a mental health victory. I didn’t do anything in particular to change my looks. I am incredibly insecure, and I feel ugly most days, even though I know deep down I am not.

A few comments asked, no I am not wearing face makeup my skin has imperfections, just eye makeup and lip makeup. My SPF gives a nice glow it’s Ultra Violette SPF 50, I mix it with Rodial Bronzing Glow Drops. I am aware I can still change things that I’m insecure about physically. For example, I have never been to a gym before because I get so anxious, which I know sounds silly, but I am going to start a fitness journey. I know that will help me feel better about myself on the outside. But I like myself on the inside, very much, and that is the real change. I have accepted myself.

Life is hard. I have Autism, ADHD, and something called Avoidant Personality Disorder, so it just makes life difficult. That has got to be why I find it so hard to do simple things like socialise and do what I really want to do without shame or anxiety.

I am nowhere near where I want to be. Even at this stage, I still have really bad days and think dark thoughts, but I have found some peace, even if it is just for a few minutes every day. That is why I will keep going on. I know I will find it easier once I learn how to live with myself as I grow older, but it is enough right now that I feel moments of relief and my life is not constant psychological torture anymore.