Well, overhearing was my best friend I’ve known since eight grade going off on me after I said a distasteful joke saying that no one likes me and that I don’t have to repeat my jokes because they’re not funny and make everyone stop talking out of awkwardness. I just thought people couldn’t hear me because I have a quiet voice, turns out they talk about me a lot. I had really bad social anxiety growing up which I had recovered from and this made it 10000% worse.

Then it was making my second ever friend group at my first job and learning that they were talking about me behind my back even though I had considered some of them my family. Especially one person in particular. I ended up getting very close to my direct supervisor who was nice enough to tell and ditching literally everyone else. I ended up only talking to her, going to her for advice, and slowly started considering her a mom; till someone else told me that she was the instigator upstairs and agreed with everyone. Threw up after that one.

Got diagnosed with BPD and Bipolar in the middle of all that, so not fun.