I got my cat Nala from my neighbor when she was 5 weeks old, she was the runt and only girl and was getting pushed off by her bother’s during feeding time so I was told I could take her since she was weaned to wet food. She was spayed at 7 months and vaccinated, she had her first seizure at 1 years old and I took her to the vet right after and her they said she was fine, I told vet I heard hissing and meowing from my cat weeks before her “first seizure” and she hid behind the couch for a while, when I told them she NEVER hisses they just said that it was probably her getting mad at my other cat but I knew it was something else. She had seizures though out her 2 year but some months she wouldn’t have any, the most she had was 3 times a month. I took her off her seizure medication because I wanted to dry CBD oil for cats since I had heard it help peoples pet with seizures, we tried it and it seemed she was having less seizures and then I took her off after a few months because we couldn’t afford it and I had thought she was getting better. I woke up to my mom shouting for me saying that Nala was seizing under her bed, my mom had to lift to the bed for me to get her I had my aunt take me to the hospital vet bc she wouldn’t stop seizing, she got liver damage and brain swelling and I was just praying to god they would tell me she was stable but she wasn’t, they told me to go home and they’ll call if anything happens i even had to sign a DNR because I couldn’t put my cat though cpr even if she was not conscious, they called and said she had another seizure and it’s best we prepare to say goodbye. She was my first cat and was just purring on me the day before I just couldn’t believe it. They tested her and said felv test were negative but yet when I got the paper it says the diagnosis is felv and it caused lymphoma. RIP NALA you deserved to live more than 3 years💜💜

hi, i don't really feel like i am depressed, it feels like i've always been this way, i don't really remember when it all started, maybe it's because i've been feeling the same feeling everyday for the past 5 years, i don't really have the depression symptoms, i'm not suicidal but i don't mind dying, i feel empty and cold most of the time, the only thing i feel is deep hatered towards myself and deep rejection for others, i don't like people, but i don't hate them either, i crave intimacy and companionship yet i push everyone that comes close, it's better that way, i don't deserve it, i'll either hurt them or they'll eventually get bored of me and leave.
i shower, i sleep , i eat and function just fine, well apart from relationships with people everything's fine, but there's this heavy feeling inside my chest, like an empty hole that's eating me alive, i try to fill it with diffrent things desperatly but at the end of the day i am still very much empty.
i am sociable and well liked, only out of necessity, i know lots of people and have no trouble making friends, i just don't feel anything towards anyone, i don't miss people when they're gone, i don't worry when they're hurt or feeling unwell, i don't reach out to catch up with them. but i fake those things towards the people that are good to me, because even if i don't feel anything they still deserve to feel loved and cared for, that's only fair, besides if i'm convincing enough does it really matter if i actually care? they can't tell my feelings, only be affected by my actions. i don't ever remember genuinely feeling anything for anyone, not even my family, maybe only for a split second then everything's gone and i'm back at empty. the only time i feel anything is when i'm romantically intrested in someone i become obsessed and create this version of them in my head that i use to fuel my daydreams, to feel something, anything.
i think death is more merciful than whatever this is.

(My brother 18m graduated over the weekend. He also turned 18 1.5 weeks ago.) So, I 16m have autism. It was diagnosed 5 months ago, but we suspected it for a couple years. I have a hard time being social, and sometimes I have a breakdown if I am overwhelmed by it. I've learned to mask it over the years, but sometimes it's impossible to control. My brother turned 18 on May 2nd, and I wanted to get him a gift. So I sold all my expensive Pokemon cards(worth over a hundred dollars) at vintage stock for ten dollars. I've had them for my entire life, and cherish them to my core. They held a lot of memories of my past, and it was hard to give them up. But I pushed through it, wanting to make his 18th birthday special. Fast forward a week, and he's graduating. It's his graduation weekend, and I'm determined to make it special as well. I've been practicing his graduation music in band, even though I don't play anymore because of my social anxiety. Playing a trumpet kinda feels like yelling in a room where everyone else is only talking. On Saturday, we hold his graduation party. I'm woke up by my mom, and I spend the entire morning cleaning the house while being yelled at by my panicking mom. I then spend 3 hours decorating for him, all while he wanders around dwadlleing. People start showing up, and I retreat to my parents room where I proceed to babysit my dogs. The few times I did leave, they didn't stop barking until I came back. After a couple hours of sitting there, I get bored. I asked my brother if he is going to be on his vr headset. He tells me no, but says I can't play on it anyways, as he wants me to socialize. I tell him I'm going to play on my Xbox, only to be told not to. I'm kind of surprised, as it's my Xbox. There's no reason why I shouldn't be able to play. He then says I can either sit with the dogs or socialize. I'm taken a back, as he doesn't usually have the right to order me around. I shrug it off, and go back to sit with the dogs. I don't want to ruin his graduation party. I sit there for the rest of the party, only coming out to say goodbye to everyone. The next day, I'm woken up by mom again. This time though, I can tell is going to be a bad social day. But I play along, getting dressed so I can play for the graduation ceremony. Once I get to school, I try to avoid all contact with people. I mostly make it to the gymnasium, where the ceremony is being held, without losing my shit. That's when I see the seating arrangements. The entire band is shoved in a corner. Luckily though, some people didn't show up. This left a big gap, letting me sit two seats away from the people on my right, and four seats away from the people on my left. Then the principal decides he doesn't like how we look, and squishes us further into the corner and putting everyone shoulder to shoulder. I'm borderline breaking down now, but I get through the agonizing hour without breaking down completely. Eventually, we're let out. I walk over to my parents car, where my brother is standing with them. I ask if I can go home with him, because they're going shopping. Remember, I mask very well. They tell me that I'm coming shopping with them, and that my brother wants the house to himself. I tell them that I can't take going shopping right now, and I need to go home. They ignore my pleas, insisting that I'll come with them. Then they try a different tactic, saying the choice is up to my brother. He recognizes it's not fair for me, and says I can go home with him. They then try to pull every card in the book. "You used to be mean to him when you guys were home alone!" I haven't done that in over a month. The only reason I did it was because I was frustrated that my brother just got to order me around. I told them that I haven't done that in a month, but they go onto the next excuse. "It's his graduation day, it should be special" at this point, my mask is falling apart. I start raising my voice trying to convince them that I can't go with them. They then try bribing me with the offer to go to Petco so I could look at the animals, but my breakdown couldn't be fixed with that. Eventually I get in the truck, throwing my trumpet in and slamming the door behind me. Then dad, who is stubborn and petty, turns on the music at a very high volume. When we had first set out, mom told him to turn it off because it was too loud. Now she sat in silence, content with making my ride hell. I then curl up in the backseat, with my fingers in my ears. Eventually, they get out to go shopping. I stay in the car without argument, because we all know it would get worse if I was forced to go with them.When they come back, dad turns the radio on full blast again, and I go into a full meltdown. I start screaming at them to shut it off, and mom decides it's time to shut it off now. But dad, wanting to instigate me, decides to turn it back on at a slightly lower volume. Even mom recognizes this as instigating but before she can do anything about it, I open the car door. Keep In mind, we're still moving at about 30mph. I'm fully prepared to launch myself out of the car, and the only reason I don't is because I have to unbuckle my seatbelt. In that timeframe of me unbuckling myself, mom yells at me to shut the door. That snaps me out of my tantrum enough for me to shut the door. Mom then yells at dad to take her home. I yell at him to take me to the mental hospital. Both of them refuse because of how much money it takes. Once we get home, I get on my phone and calm down. Then I get on my Xbox and start playing powerwash simulator to calm me down even more. After I'm calm enough, I start playing multiplayer games. Today, mom wanted to take away all my electronics for the way I acted, saying that I was super selfish. I eventually argued my way into getting my phone back, leading to me making this. Her reasoning behind me being selfish is that I "made my brother feel guilty". She also brought up the fact that Sunday was mother's day, and that I shouldn't have acted that way because it was her day as well. Are my parents right, or should I take this situation to medical professionals?

hello everyone! for the past year, i have had major issues with reoccurring uti’s, bv, and yeast infections. i think in the last year, the longest i’ve gone without any of these issues was about 5/6 weeks. other than that, it’s been a pretty constant rotation. over the past few months, the uti’s have gotten a little less routine, but still very reoccurring. it’s the bv and the yeast that’s the main issue. i ALWAYS get them at the same time. i’ve been on antibiotic after antibiotic, and now my obgyn wants to start me on something called suppression therapy. i’ve followed this sub for quite some time, read a bunch of different tips and tricks to help treat/prevent these issues, but i’ve never seen anyone mention this before! has anyone else done suppression therapy before? does it seem safer to take one antibiotic a week for bv every week for a minimum of four to six months than to just get a new dose of antibiotics every time it comes back? pros and cons of suppression therapy? just looking to hear people’s thoughts since i haven’t seen any about this yet.

I've been lurking in the community for the past few weeks. I'm on day 23, 49 years old, and following a clean keto diet (don’t fret about the Keto label, it’s just more descriptive than 'whole foods with minimal carbs').
I started a Couch to 5k program in the second week, and aggravated my knee (I had ACL surgery 20 years ago). While my knee has been 'tight,' I've continued to walk but stopped doing squats and pretty much avoided leg days. Unsure of how far to push it, I scheduled a visit to my ortho doc, whom I met with today.
He thinks it could be arthritis from the old injury or it could be gout (I have a history, and tested super high for uric acid a week ago; I started allopurinol and colchicine 5 days ago as a result) or both. Either way, he wants me off it until it settles down, and that only includes minimal walking.
It's a bummer because I'm really starting to enjoy my walks. Not only do I see myself getting faster and feeling stronger, but they're super convenient. I can walk my dogs, do it from home, go with my wife/kids, etc. I'm too stubborn to quit the challenge, so now I'm forced to understand the 'mental' side of it. It’s not just about getting in better shape; it's about rising above adversity and pushing through the challenge, even when conveniences break down.
Anyone know how I can get cardio in without using my legs?
Until I figure it out, my chest/back and arms are going to be huge.

Female 19, “5.0”, 90 lbs. I have been struggling with this breathing issue for so many years and I’ve gotten no answers so pls give me ur advice if possible. It’s this weird thing where my ears and nose and throat have so much pressure it’s very hard to breathe all the time and it always pain every breath I take. I’ve also been having swallowing pain and discomfort and whenever I eat it feels like the food is going through a wrong tube. Every time I take a breath or talk it is so difficult. My jaws hurt too. My eustachian tubes always are clogged with a lot of pressure and feel like bursting and when I lie down a lot I get very dizzy and the whole room just starts spinning. I had Epstein Barr virus and tested positive for Lyme disease so cud those be a cause of this? I was misdiagnosed with vocal cord dysfunction and some other things but I really need an answer so I can get cured and breathe normally again. I’ve been breathing with this issue since I was in 9th grade and I just give up. I’m going to another ent this week but pls help me out. Thank You. My lungs are completely fine but it’s just my ear nose and throat that’s the problem.

TW: alcoholism, illness
Hi all, this is my first time posting here. I lost my best friend a month ago. We have been friends since we were 5.
I have a group of 10 (now 9) extremely close knit, best friends. We had his celebration of life on Saturday. It was a great time; there was a drag show, and his former band performed his favorite songs. We cried a lot, too.
He had apparently been struggling with severe alcoholism, but hid it extremely well, as he was a functioning alcoholic. We all so badly wish that we had known, or that he asked us for help. He told one of our friends that even if we knew and tried to help, he would have pushed us away. But still.
He was in end stage liver failure from alcoholic cirrhosis in December, but very luckily got a transplant. He was getting better, but it suddenly took a turn for the worse. He had a lung abscess that could only be removed surgically, and he would not survive the procedure so they took him off the machines and he died a couple hours later. I got to see him and say goodbye which I am grateful for.
Today has been the hardest day since April 11th, the day he died. The weekend with my friends (some of whom flew in from out of town) was so cathartic, it was like medicine. We cried, and we laughed until we couldn’t breathe. But I knew the end of the weekend would also be the final goodbye. I haven’t stopped crying since last night. I feel this deep aching pain in my chest. It hurts so badly. I don’t know how I am supposed to go on and continue living. I feel so robbed. I have lost my grandparents, but they all died in their 80s and 90s. He was only 32.
Thanks for listening.

Are these blocks for forever and always? If a celeb/influencer sees they are being blocked and decides to then come out and speak, what is to be made of that? If an actor is such a good actor that their apology and subsequent call to action feels a little bit genuine, should they be met with open arms, a side eye, or continued silence? Is it "too little too late" or "welcome to the party; get to work?"
Lizzo is not a good actor. After the mass blocking began last week, she was quick to post a video to promote a gofundme to help Dr. Ismail and his family escape Palestine. She also included information and links to the Help Sudan - Sudan Relief gofundme and the Focus Congo donations page. This video was posted on both her tiktok and Instagram grid. Unfortunately, the links she posted in the comments section of her Tiktok have long been buried. Lizzo included the links on her Instagram post, but these are not clickable. I believe the lack of a clickable link is why Dr. Ismail and the Sudan Relief gofundmes have still not met their goal. Lizzo (Melissa Jefferson) donated $8k to Dr. Ismail and $7,550 to the Sudan Relief gofundme. I would like to think she donated ~$8k to Focus Congo as well, putting her at around $23,000 in donations. The link in her social media accounts only take you to her website.
On 5/13/2024, Lizzo posted a second video where she thanked the activists who have been working so hard to help Palestine, the Democratic Republic of the Congo, and Sudan. She also thanked them for "activating" her. It could be argued that Lizzo spent too much time speaking about her mental health struggles in this video. She also said she was not trying to make excuses for her silence or to earn sympathy. Believe as much of that as you are comfortable with. I haven't been much of a Lizzo fan after that lawsuit was brought against her by three of her former dancers - do not think I have a fan-based bias in this post. I stopped following her a while ago but have not thought to block her until recently.
Maybe Lizzo does care and regrets not speaking out sooner. Or, maybe she saw her numbers dropping and that is what made her join us. Having bigger names and more voices in this fight is what BlockParty2024 is all about, right? Hopefully she is more than just a great PR team. I'm curious to see if she will keep her word and continue to be active in this fight. Time will tell.

When it comes to mountain biking, having the right tire size can make a huge difference in how your bike performs on the trails. The three most common tire sizes you'll see are 26, 27.5, and 29 inches. But what do these numbers mean, and how do you know which one is best for you?
Let's break it down, starting with the smallest of the bunch: 26 inches.

26" Tires: The Classic Choice

Back in the day, 26" tires were the standard for mountain bikes. These smaller tires were lightweight and nimble, making them a popular choice for cross-country racing and technical trail riding. The smaller diameter also meant the tires could be made with a higher volume (wider and taller) to provide more cushioning and traction.
Pros:

• Lightweight and responsive
• Good for technical riding and tight trails
• Higher volume options available

Cons:

• Smaller diameter means less rollover ability (harder to roll over obstacles)
• Can feel twitchier at higher speeds

These days, 26" tires are becoming less common as the bigger sizes gain popularity. But they're still a great option for riders who prioritize agility and want a more traditional mountain bike feel.

27.5" Tires: The Goldilocks Zone

Next up is the 27.5" tire size, also known as 650b. This size struck a nice balance between the small 26" tires and the larger 29" options. The 27.5" diameter provided better rollover capabilities than the 26" while still maintaining a relatively low weight and nimble handling.
Pros:

• Good balance of rollover, weight, and agility
• Widely available and used on many modern trail bikes

Cons:

• Doesn't excel in any one area compared to 26" or 29"

The 27.5" size quickly became a favorite for trail and all-mountain riding, offering a great all-around package. If you're looking for a versatile tire size that can handle a variety of terrain, this is a solid choice.

29" Tires: The Big Rollers

Last but not least, we have the 29" tires, also called 29ers. These big boys have been gaining serious popularity in recent years, and for good reason. The larger diameter means they can roll over obstacles more easily, maintain speed better, and provide more traction and stability at higher speeds.
Pros:

• Excellent rollover ability
• Smooth and stable at high speeds
• Increased traction and grip

Cons:

• Heavier and less nimble than smaller sizes
• Can feel sluggish on tight, technical trails

29" tires really shine on open, flowy trails where you can take advantage of their momentum and rollover capabilities. They're also a great choice for enduro and downhill riding, where speed and stability are key.

So, which size should you choose?

Ultimately, the best tire size for you will depend on your riding style, terrain, and personal preferences. If you're focused on cross-country racing or technical trail riding, the 26" or 27.5" sizes might be the way to go. For more aggressive trail and enduro riding, the 27.5" or 29" sizes are popular choices.
And if you're just getting started with mountain biking, the 27.5" size is a great all-around option that can handle a variety of terrain and riding styles.
Remember, tire size is just one piece of the puzzle. Tread pattern, compound, and tire pressure all play a role in how your tires perform. But understanding the differences between these three main sizes is a good starting point for choosing the right setup for your rides.

For context, I, Lily, am f(24). My boyfriend, Harvey is m(20) and his best friend, Scott is m(20). My boyfriend and I live together, I’ve had my own apartment for 4 years and he moved in 6 months ago after a year being together.
The 3 of us all work at the same job as well. Harvey and Scott worked there before me, I’ve been there a little over a year. I actually met Harvey there and we clicked immediately. We had a lot of things in common and new what each other needed the most during a crisis.
Harvey and I went through some traumatic things with both of our mental health last year, and after recouping ourselves coming back from things and getting our work schedules, he asked to live together. I was thrilled, although, I figured some people wouldn’t be too happy. First we’re his parents, but they warmed up decently well over time.
The second was his best friend Scott. Scott was actually really hurt by the fact that Harvey had forgotten to mention, to really his whole discord chat (of like 5-6 dudes including Scott), that Harvey was moving out of his parents and in with me.
None of his other friends said anything about being bothered and Harvey was open to everyone needing to talk to him about anything.
Well, fast forward 6 months later and here we are. Harvey and I are doing great relationship wise. Absolutely happy and still staying strong. Scott on the other hand, has had some words to say to Harvey. Last Wednesday, Scott sent Harvey a lengthy message about how I was smelly and needed to shower. I take 2-3 showers a week and try to do more as much as I can, but alas, motivation and depression get to me, and I can’t bring myself to do so. I wear deodorant, and always wear clean clothes to work every day. So I’m certainly not smelly.
Scott kept going on to then try to (ignorantly) educate Harvey about how my teeth are disgusting and Harvey needs to do something about them ASAP before I die from them. Yes, my teeth are pretty jacked. However, I take care of them the way the dentist showed me when I turned 20 because I was no longer in an abusive household.
That following Friday, Scott and I were working together. I had just gotten done doing ovens in our shop and was sweating a bit, well, everywhere. Humidity and such. Scott then walks behind me whispering “ew whats that smell in here?” And I was just humiliated. I asked my other coworker if she thought anything about me smelling at all and she said no.
I told Harvey immediately. I was shocked, and honestly just wanted Harvey to know that Scott was being slightly rude about me. Harvey sent Scott a few messages saying “please stop this, if something is going on, please let me know”
Boy did Harvey get a response… to sum up the paragraphs in Scotts essay, 1) Lily needs to wear perfume and shower at least once daily. A fellow coworker and Scott have been bonding over this for some time now personally on their weekends. 2)You guys are disgusting for kissing around children and should be ashamed (at a bowling alley) 3) Harvey is throwing away his life because he personally doesn’t feel ready to finish his associates degree yet. 4) Harvey moved out “secretly” and it felt like a punch to their friendship to Scott and apparently Harvey’s others friends.
I guess I’d just like to know if I also have a right to feel slightly angry or pissed off? No advice needed, thank you though!

My washer standpipe randomly started overflowing this morning. It flowed for about 10 minutes and filled a 5 gallon bucket that I placed under it. The washer wasn’t running and the only water use prior was me flushing a toilet about 15 minutes earlier, so it doesn’t seem correlated. I’ve used water throughout the house all day since and it hasn’t leaked further. What could’ve caused this?

I have been through lots of SAs and sexual harassment incidents in my life in person and online and I would either feel fear, heaviness in the body or numbness. There are times where I would feel nothing during the incident and I would just try to laugh it off to make things less “awkward” or I would feel threatened. There were two incidents in my life where people have said that it was rape but I find it hard to believe because I did consent or go through it eventually and a part of me felt like things were my fault and I would get blamed for it.
The first incident would be 5 years ago when I was in college. I met a guy on a dating app and we got along quite well and talked for a few weeks. He tried to make the conversation sexual eventually and at that point, I didn’t mind it that much. Fast forward to us meeting for a date and I wasn’t too comfortable around him and towards the end of the date, we were in his car and asked me if I wanted to have sex. I froze and couldn’t give a straight answer because I was a pushover and felt scared. He kept driving and touching me the whole time until we ended up in a motel and he asked me again and I didn’t give an answer. He kept touching and kissing me until I gave in because I felt guilty and that I had no choice. a part of me felt scared as well knowing that he was part of a frat and they had a scary reputation. During sex, i let him do everything and just pretended that I liked it. He would keep going for as long as he wanted to while I barely did anything and just tried to be happy and pretend I’m enjoying. This went on for a few more times and I would only go cause he kept pushing and pushing for it to the point where I would get annoyed. At some point, i tried to entertain his sexual convos or comments online in the hopes of making him stop and I tried to initiate twice just to make him see that i “wanted it” which thankfully didn’t push through.
The weird thing that happened to me was that during the first meeting, I found myself “fixated” on him and had a crush like feeling even when I found him gross. I can’t explain why my brain gave me that despite me feeling disgusted. I found him more and more repulsive as time went on and I felt free when things stopped. While it happened 5 years ago, the heaviness and disgust came back differently like it did before. I feel a sense of heaviness thats sad and I triggered by sexual stuff or anything reminding me of it and even cut myself more than once.
The second story would be 2 years after the frat guy. I would try weed and psychedelics during a difficult period in my life and I met a guy from a dating app as well who asked me if I want to try weed brownies and I said yes in the hopes to help me with my situation. I told him that I hope he would respect my wishes to not have sex should it go in that direction and he said yes. He treated me respectfully until I reached the peak of my high and I laid down and closed my eyes because I couldn’t feel my body well and my head was pounding. Soon, I felt him get on top and started rubbing himself on me and got naked. I felt afraid given my state but tried to laugh it off in my head and let him do what he wants cause I didn’t want a worse state to happen. Thankfully, he didn’t penetrate me because I said I had a UTI then but he kept rubbing himself on my body, kissed me and came all over me. I just laid there and didnt touch him. He left me to go home alone and I felt like I was going to die in my state.
Weeks later when I recovered from my UTI. I met the same guy again for weed brownies (stupid of me I know) cause my state was still awful and I told him the same things again where I don’t want to have sex if I don’t feel like it and he was being a lot nicer than he was when we first met. Things were going fine and until I reached my high again and he started initiating sex a few times. I didn’t give him an answer all those times cause I felt scared. He moved closer to kiss me and I kissed back and we eventually had sex because I felt like it’s what I had to do especially cause drugs were involved and I was afraid he might do something worse. I did what I can to satisfy him while I prayed in my head for it to be over. After sex, I told him that I don’t want to see him anymore and stopped all communication. Unlike the frat guy, with this one, I just felt like a whore and tried to push my discomfort and thought of the good times I had with him. A year later, I started to feel a lot of heaviness and I asked myself if I got taken advantaged of and if it was rape but I just told myself that I consented and that this heaviness is on me. Eventually, I couldn’t take the feelings anymore and told my then boyfriend who broke up with me because he was disgusted by me. I just told myself that it’s all ok and it’s all on me.
At present, I’m still trying to navigate these experiences and accept it for what it is but I can’t be sure of reality because I feel like I don’t have the right to feel heavy because I did consent eventually all those times despite my discomfort. I was a pushover and I don’t understand why my body reacted the way it did and I wish I just said no. I told my current bf and some friends about it and they were accepting but I feel like my family and everyone else will reject me and be disgusted.

19f, 5’6 125lbs.
Currently eating 1600 calories and 120g protein.
Goal:
Lose 5lbs of fat at around 0.8lbs per week while minimizing muscle loss.
Weekly exercise:

• 5 1 to 1 1/2 hour weight sessions. (Progressive overload).
  
• LISS cardio 20mins 2-3x.
  
• HIIT 10mins 2-3x.
  
• 2+ hours yoga.
  
• 5-7.5k steps per day.
  

Hi. I recently broke up with my girlfriend and I feel terrible about it. For background: I have been sober for 2.5 years because I ODed when I was 17. My major DOC was alcohol and it’s still something I feel weird about socially. For this reason I can’t be in a relationship with somebody who drinks right now. I have always made this clear and told my gf before we even started dating. She always said she was ok with that and didn’t like drinking anyway. She said the last time she drank alcohol was Christmas 2022 (4 months before we started dating). In August of last year (2023) we both moved to college. My school is on the east coast and hers’ is on the west. About a 3,000 mile distance. We made long distance work shockingly well, as we always trusted each other. Last week a mutual friend told me that she’s been drinking with her friends relatively frequently since January, and she’d asked them not to tell me because she knew I’d be upset. I broke up with her almost immediately after I found out. Tbh I was so shocked I wasn’t really thinking clearly. I feel betrayed because I don’t understand how she lied to me for months, especially considering how important it is to me. However, I’m worried I made the wrong decision and that I should’ve given her another chance. How do I know if I made the right decision?

Sharing this for people to understand what a possible situation coming off of lexapro could be.
Me (m21) , over the past 3 months I have started to come down mgs of lexapro . Starting from 20 to 15 to 10 to 5 and recently off it completely. The first few days were ok. I had head skips and headaches when going off completely. I thought I got lucky with symptoms and thought everything was fine. Fast forward a Few days to the past 24 hours. It has been brutal. Last night was bad . When I tried to go to bed I could hear whispers and see like darker shadows. Than this morning and today at work. My body went 0 to 100. I was freaking out. I had a panic attack, sweats, body aches and shakes. Also, I was overthinking and obsessing over those thoughts. I got so hyper than it came crashing down and I was so tired and exhausted I felt like I needed to fall asleep. It freaked me out.
Had to call my doctor and take a few days off from work to try to regain my head. So now I’m back on lexapro at 2.5 mgs. Feeling better. Maybe I wasn’t ready to come off idk but freaky stuff. That’s just my experience hope this helps in so way or another .

I have an 8 month old and when she was a newborn I did not go to church because it was too difficult. Now that I’m back at work 5 days a week, I find it so hard to go every Sunday. I want her to go when she’s older so I know I should get in the habit now, but the idea of working 5 days, cleaning and doing chores on Saturday, then going to church Sunday seems so daunting. I know I shouldn’t feel this way but I do. I know she should be going and I don’t want her to grow up without it, just finding it difficult.

I think I'm finally going to do it but I'm kinda stuck. What would be the best way to get back to New Orleans? I plan on spending 2 days for my quick stops just to get a feel for the city and stocking up on food, etc.
I'm thinking of maybe loop back up up through Seattle after San Francisco, I just can't decide if that's the way to go or go back through Texas. The midwest vs Texas route then taking the city of new orleans back from Chicago or maybe go east and go through DC.
Any thoughts/recommendations would be appreciated.
1 City of New Orleans, quick stop in Memphis
2 California Zephyr from Chicago, quick stop in Denver
3 Denver to San Francisco another quick stop in San Fran
4 San Joaquins from San Francisco
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I'm an 18-year-old guy, and I recently finished up my first year of university. I've had a lot of free time lately since I don't start working for another week, and I stumbled upon some blackpill/incel content online. Since then, it's been about 3 weeks, and I can easily say that whatever confidence I've built up over the last few years has been completely burnt down.
For reference, I'm about 173 cm (5'8) and live in Canada. I've been weightlifting and working out consistently for 2 years, and am in good shape. I'm South Asian and grew up in a pretty diverse neighborhood, so I didn't feel too out of place because of my race for the most part. Around 20 days ago, I stumbled upon the shortguys and ExposingHeightism subreddits because I saw a TikTok making fun of guys around my height. I don't think I've had serious issues about my relatively short stature up until now, primarily because I haven't started dating seriously and have been extremely occupied with hobbies (chess, politics, comp sci, reading, etc). After watching some of the content here, I feel like I've become addicted to it, and I feel like all my free time is spent watching more and more content about how unattractive my height is. Seeing TikToks and tweets online making fun of guys my height and shorter, and also how many women find short men repulsive has seriously damaged my confidence. Along with that, seeing statistics about how many women put up height requirements in online dating and about how many of them find tall men attractive has made me super insecure about my masculinity as a whole. I feel like I've seen so many TikToks where women around my age view men shorter than them, or just shorter in general as subhuman. I've spent so much time drowning in this incel content that it's the first thing I think about when I wake up and the last thing I think about before I go to sleep. I've thrown all my hobbies out the window to stay up late and wallow in this depressive content. I'm addicted, and I've spent countless hours over the last few days consuming this content.
I've been constantly comparing myself to other people. I find myself searching up celebrity heights just for the sake of it. I've brought up height so much in casual conversations that my friends and family are starting to pick up on this crippling insecurity. I find myself trying to fix my posture and stand up as straight as possible when I'm around my close friends, just to feel like I'm almost at their eye level. All of them are taller than me (around 182+ cm, 6'0 and up) and it has taken a serious drag at my perspective of masculinity and how people perceive me. I'm constantly thinking about height and feel like I have reduced myself and the people around me to that, and nothing else. I feel as if height is so important, and there's nothing I can do about it. I seriously think being tall is one of the greatest genetic gifts, and it pains me that I will never experience it. To all of you wondering, there is no chance I will get taller as well, my mom is only 4'11, and my dad is 5'4.
A lot of my taller friends (190+ cm, 6'3 and up) have talked about how nice it is to be tall and how much it has positively impacted their dating experience. I haven't even started talking to girls seriously, I've never been on a date, and haven't had my first kiss. I feel like my ethnicity and looks are going to be a huge shortcoming when I start doing so, and I already know that when I get rejected it's going to take me down completely. I used to be confident in myself, happy, and viewed the world and myself optimistically. Now, I've scared myself into believing that dating and finding serious relationships is gonna be a huge struggle, that I'm too ugly to feel good about myself, and that I'll never be good enough. I feel like I can't even look at myself in the mirror without tearing up. My recent obsession with height, facial attractiveness, dating statistics, blackpill content, and the incel movement has transformed me from an extremely happy teenager to a guy that sits in my bed all day feeling depressed and horrible about myself. How can I get myself out of this rabbit hole?
tl;dr: I (18M) consumed a bunch of blackpill/incel content regarding height and looks and now can't take myself seriously. Feeling very insecure and looking for advice.