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Hello everyone let me introduce myself first I am 25 yrs old guys who loves Fivem since his first days.Iv been on fivem for around 4 years now sheeshh long time yea but i love it and im still here and planning to be. -So yea iv been on Fivem for 4 years and in that period of time iv been playing in the begginings but then i owned some mine server but they all failed mostly bcs player base was low in that time.Since my own servers didnt reach high population i started doing work for other ppl and been pretty sucesfull with my clients,with some of them iv been working for over a year and many others that needed some small works like bugs fixes and some small updates -My main goal was to work with ppl and their communities i was never focuesd on doing my own scripts but i made few you can check them out in ⁠ [PAID][QB] Tax System
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I 26M had relationship ship with a girl 22F for around 4 years. We're in long distance relationship and due to some misunderstanding and compatibility issue decided to breakup. it was definitely not easy for us but after couple of years i still get thoughts about her saying those things like "I will love you forever, you'll be always in my heart even we're not together, no matter what I'll be always wanted to marry you" etc etc and these thoughts makes me think she still wants me. I tried to contact her last year but it seems like she is not the person she used to be anymore, she was so rude to me and felt like she don't even care about me anymore. I think this is just all my fault and i want to do everything to make her back to she used to be but she doesn't want anything with me anymore and I've accepted this fact as well.
Now i still have thoughts about her and her feelings about me and due to that it's so hard for me to move on but now I'm moving on but these thoughts makes me feel bad, even if i move on, her old saying makes me think like she still wants me back, she needs me even my brain says it's not the case anymore.
I'm really stuck in this situation and this makes me feel very bad. Please suggest me guys what should i do.
Thanks!

Clone house “drama” has been a source of intrigue for me for some time. This industry is so overly serious that I can’t help but get caught up in the nonsense. It all started back when someone “exposed” the connection between DUA and Alexandria Fragrances. Does it matter? Ultimately, no. But it was a fun ride reading through that saga.
Something about Montagne Parfums has had my spidey-sense tingling. There’s just enough odd stuff about them that I couldn’t help but do some digging. The “who are we” section of their site is incredibly vague. Basically, “we’ve been doing this a long time, trust me bro.” Ok, fine. Their super-duper exclusive Facebook group is just… bizarre. It’s the primary place they post product updates, stock updates, etc. Seems really odd to exclude a large portion of your customers. Weird. The unrelenting fangirling on Reddit? Hmmm. Any interviews with the owner? Nope. Any marketing pictures of the team? Nope. Folks, what is going on here? Any of these on their own is "whatever". As they start to add up it becomes really strange.
Let me start by saying after all of this digging I am no closer to understanding who these people are than when I started. In fact, I am even more confused than before. As a disclaimer: the information below is all public information easily found through Google searches. There is nothing behind paywalls and no accounts were “hacked”. All of this is self-submitted information.

1. Picture 1: Let’s start with LinkedIn. LinkedIn only shows two actual results for people who work or worked at Montagne Parfums.
2. Picture 2: One is a 23-year-old Chief Marketing Officer who is an Occupational Therapy student. lol, k.
3. Picture 3: The other is a 22-year-old Production Specialist who is… also an Occupational Therapy student. Hmmm. I am not going to post detailed personal information about them, but they are both located in Ozone Park, NY.
4. Pictures 4, 5, 6, & 7: At first, I thought these were AI created accounts or bot accounts, but it appears that they are real people. Pictures 4, 5, 6, & 7 show that they are both real people with an online presence.
5. Pictures 8 & 9: These further show they are real people and are college aged.
6. Pictures 10 & 11: This is a local economy report that mentions Montagne. They are specifically listed as a tenant of Greenpoint Manufacturing & Design Center in Ozone Park, NY.
7. Pictures 12 & 13: When clicking on Montagne it pulls up the GMDC website URL with a link to their tenant page. Their tenant page is listed as “Aroma Direct”, not Montagne. Interesting. http://www.aromadirectllc.com/ is a dead site now. Damn.
8. Picture 14: Ah, Aroma Direct has an IG account. No posts since 2021 though. So, who the hell is Aroma Direct, LLC?
9. Pictures 15 & 16: Another issue of the local economy report, this time from 2023 instead of the 2022 issue noted above. Once again GMDC is mentioned but this time Montagne isn’t listed. Instead, Aroma Direct is listed. Huh.
10. Pictures 17 & 18: Aroma Direct LLC filing with NY Department of State. Not terribly helpful. What is helpful is that this just proves that Aroma Direct and Montagne are the same company.
11. Picture 19: whois lookup for Montagne’s site showing even historical records are blocked for privacy. Same story for the Aroma Direct site. Maybe let’s check that address from the previous picture.
12. Picture 20: Yeah, I don’t think this is a real address.

Did I spend too much time on this? Uh-hundred-percent. Is this ridiculous? Oh, you bet. It’s just so baffling to me when there is a company and absolutely no insight into who they are. Because I know some folks like to dabble in false equivalence, this post in no way makes any statement about the quality of their fragrances. This is purely an attempt at understanding who we are buying products from. Unfortunately, they have done a hell of a job protecting their identity.

Later this month I've got to appear to either contest or agree with a small claims filed by our local city income tax department, in which they are saying they did not receive my 2020 city tax filings. I haven't had a chance to dig through my records yet, but there is a good chance I may have forgotten to send the city portion in that year. Our city only accepts old school paper filings, and I've forgotten one other time but got it covered before it went to claims. However it's not the actual filing I need advice about, but the amount they are claiming I owe plus the interest they are trying to add on to it.
According to the paperwork, they began interest charges on April 24, however they did not finalize the letter until 4:10PM on April 24th as their official stamp says, which means I didn't even get a chance to receive the notice until the 25th. I looked up the case and the original cost was around $600 according to the courts website. On the paperwork it is now a little over $900 plus the interest beginning on the day before they contacted me about this. I called both the municipal court and the income tax department and mentioned I wanted a discovery on the actual amount owed. The lady at the income tax department told me that they couldn't provide me with a discovery because the city was taxed as an average that year, so everyone paid the same amount and the only way I could see what I originally owed was by filing for the 2020 year.
Again, not debating on whether or not I did or didn't file - I will find out when I double check my records tonight. However, I feel like I am getting the run around about the cost of this and that they are inflating it as much as possible while trying to ignore showing me the actual numbers. I also feel like starting interest before they've even mailed the letter seems a bit...unlawful?
Can anyone give me some advice or options here? Was asking for a discovery the right thing to ask, and is there anything else I can do to get them to actually prove their calculations to me? The extra $300 added on plus a new 8% interest fee seems a bit much over one small tax filing.

I am a parent of a troubled teen and this is my first post on Reddit. I registered for an account, just to make this post.
About three months ago, I found a post on Reddit discussing Red Hawk Academy in Littlefield, Arizona and it made me so angry I posted a response.
You can find the original posting at troubledteens Beetlejuicenewton.
Here was my written response to the original post:
"This comment is absolutely inaccurate and incorrect. My daughter has been there for months. I speak to her every week and we exchange letters throughout the week. This is the third program, she has been in and hands down the best program. You should not make accusations when you are not the parent and not actively involved in the program. I highly recommend this program. The staff are incredible and have helped my daughter tremendously. To all parents out there, call the school and ask to speak to Valerie. I have told Valerie that I will gladly speak to any parents who are interested in the school. This program has saved my daughter.) and was utterly shocked about what was being said about Red Hawk Academy."
Not understanding how social media works (in this case Reddit), I did not know that one's opinion can be removed from a site if the comment is contrary to the original post.
After posting this comment, I received an email from Reddit that my post had been removed and I was banned from the conversation. It took me awhile to calm down, but now I am in a place where I create a thoughtful post discussing my life with a troubled daughter and our experience with RHA.
Unlike the troubledteens Beetlejuicenewton post, I will not ban individuals who disagree with me.
This is my story...
In 2020, I started to notice a difference in my daughter who was 13 years old. I started to see a shift in her behavior. She was being inappropriate while on the internet, hanging out with troubled kids, and being very unkind to her family members. She started to lie, which turned into chronic lying. She started to get mad and hit her head into the wall. She never hit her head hard enough to receive a concussion, but it did get our attention. One day, I sat her down to discuss her behavior and took her phone. When I opened the phone, she had a screensaver that was a short clip of 2 toddlers being hit by a car. When I asked her why she had this as her screensaver, she said she thought it was funny.
Fast forward a couple of months....she was in therapy that was completely useless. She managed to make a handful of the therapist cry or get really upset. My daughter seemed to find humor in upsetting others. Her lack of empathy was beyond scary. She continued to hit her head into the wall every time she was upset. She then threatened to hurt herself, but it seemed to be more of a threat than anything else.
Fast forward three years...from the age of 15 to 16....she tried to "kill" herself twice (actually didn't really hurt herself, but it did get her into the hospital), hospital dependent (always wanted to be admitted to the hospital), suspended from school for inappropriate behavior (my daughter and her boyfriend were making out at lunch with hands down each others' pants), shoplifted (she shoplifted back-to-back days and took her little brother with her to provide cover), unprotected sex (I only found out because she thought she was pregnant), lying all of the time (she forgot how to tell the truth), cutting herself and still hitting her head into the wall, treated her little brother like crap (he would come to me crying, and tell me that he just wanted a "normal" sister), experimented with drugs (she only told me because she was feeling off and was scared), allowed strangers on the internet watch her sleep)....the list goes on and on.
This all happened within the timespan of 1 year! She was diagnosed with depression, anxiety, bipolar disorder, and borderline personality disorder. (For parents with daughters who have been diagnosed with borderline personality disorder, there is a great book I found on Amazon - When you Daughter has BPD: Essential Skills to Help Families Manage Borderline Personality Disorder by Daniel S. Lobel, PhD.)
Our family finally hit the breaking point. My husband and I were fighting all of the time, my son was so upset about his sister's behavior, and I was on the verge of having a breakdown. I cried all of the time and was so very sad about what was happening to my daughter.
We decided that we needed to send her some place. We could not manage her and she needed more help than we could provide. We sent her to a wilderness camp in Utah that came highly recommended by our therapist. I was scared to send her there, but I did not know what else to do. During her time at the wilderness camp, we had a neuropsychological assessment conducted, which resulted in an autism diagnosis. While she was slightly on the spectrum, it was clear that her behavior was driven by her borderline personality disorder. Within 5 weeks at the facility, we were advised that she was not a good fit for the program and we needed to find a therapeutic boarding school for her.
The wilderness program recommended a therapeutic boarding school in Oregon. We enrolled her in this program. She was a hot mess...she would not get out of bed and refused to go to school. She starting hitting her head into the wall (again), which the staff would not stop because the facility was a "no touch" facility, and the staff would just attempt to "redirect" her. She would punch and kick walls. Within 4 weeks of being at the school, the school called us and told us that we needed to immediately come pick her up because she was threatening to harm the staff members.
We felt desperate and full of despair. We did not know where to turn. We found the one and only program that has helped her....RED HAWK ACADEMY.
I initially called and spoke to Valerie. She and her husband, Sonny, own the school. Instantly, I felt heard and understood. During that initial conversation it came up that the school had received a reputation (not at the school's request) as the school that would take the girls that were kicked out of other programs. When I was filling out the paperwork (which is required for all programs), I got nervous because I had to sign a form that provided RHA with temporary guardianship. I prayed that this would not backfire on me. Unlike the other schools, RHA could restrain the girls when absolutely necessary. People instantly make accusations when the word "restraint" is involved in programs. What people do not understand, and unless you are in the unfortunate situation where you have a kid like my daughter, programs that restrain are absolutely essential. My daughter continually hurts herself and I need someone to stop her.
We dropped my daughter off at the school and hoped (with all of the hope we had left), that RHA would help our daughter. Programs, like RHA, are designed to help troubled kids. By no means, is this a vacation for your daughter or a break from the real world. My daughter tried everything she could to get kicked out of the program. She went so far as to orchestrate a fight with another student so they could both be kicked out. Unfortunately for her (and fortunately for us), she had consequences none of which involved removal from the school.
I have been so scared that we could not find help for her and that she would end up on the street when she turns 18 and most likely would end up homeless, uneducated, and in prison.
My daughter has been at RHA for 6 months and she is now at the point where therapy can begin. She has been so combative and defiant that it took 6 months for her to realize that she was not going anywhere and the only way she would leave the school was to complete the program.
While there have been good and many bad days, I am finally seeing a version of my sweet daughter. The daughter who used to hold my hand and tell me she loved me. For parents who are struggling, know that there are parents who understand your pain, understand the feeling of being out control, and understand how you become unsure of yourself (and your parenting skills). Just remember that you can change the trajectory of your daughter's life by getting her the help she needs. Welcome the opportunity to send her to a therapeutic school, like RHA, where she can get the helps she needs.
Thank you for reading this ridiculously long post, and I hope you can find some peace in knowing that are safe, supportive programs that can help your daughter!
I am going to write another post that specifically discusses RHA. Feel free to reach out if you have any questions.
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Hello, I'm getting out of the hobby and I'm trying to offload everything, I am very much open to offers and questions. Alot of rare and genuine stuff, no replicas. Everything is shipped free.
Stuff:
-VFC 416 body with new classic army internals: shoots under 400fps, comes with rail guards and 4 mags (3mids and 1 high) wired to small Tamiya. $300
-French FELIN helmet: Rare modern French FELIN helmet, Size Large, comes with everything you see plus a desert cover and helmet bag. $500
-Ukraine uniform: Pants and Uniform jacket fits like a xl-xxl, comes with patches. $100
-Israel kit: I can separate out if you want, comes with pants that fit like a medium-large, hagor vest with 2 canteens, and old Israel helmet with hagor cover, fits large heads. $180
-Ciras: Outfitted for French kit, comes with a lot of saw/gp pouches, canteen with pouch, dump pouch, also has plastic evike hard plates on the front and back. $250
-French Uniform: comes with summer pants and uniform jacket, and a winter jacket. Comes with all patches. Everything fits L-XXL. $150
-LSHZ: real Russian old LSHZ, has seen a lot of use, had it around for 6 years. Comes with black cover, fits large heads. Face shield is fixed on with nuts, old system fell off long ago. $350

55 year old male worked all my life doing outdoor manual work so a bit worn out and recently been diagnosed with a heart condition. Feel ok but don't want to get to 67 and regret not retiring earlier.
Wife and myself are not extravagant and don't need flash cars and holidays but do like to travel, meals out, nights at pub etc.
2 teenage kids at home, 1 working and 1 possibly going to university next year

1. 500k house with mortgage payed off
2. 200k in stock and shares ISAs
3. 100k personal pension
4. 100k company pension which I'm currently paying £800 in and company pays £600.
5. At 65 will receive 14k from a Defined Benefit pension from a previous job.
6. Currently earn 50k a year with outgoings of about £3k a month.
7. Wife works part time approx 5k a year

I'm after advice on what would be the best approach to leaving my current job and taking an income from my investments and pensions above. I Could possibly do a simpler job for less money but if health gets worse would like to not work at all.
At what age could I retire and still live a similar lifestyle and income we have now.

35 year old dad of two young children. I have an extremely big heart but not a very big ego. When I have feelings for someone I feel the need to share them and it has only gotten me hurt. Everything I read in the internet basically tells me to be a jerk and make them chase you. Thats not who I am. I just want someone to love me for who I am and not have to be some "bad boy" to make a girl want me. A little about myself. I have two kids, 1 boy who is 4 and a girl who is 1.5. I work full time and my schedule is a little funky. On my free time I'm earthier doing something outdoors or working in one of my project vehicles. I can also just lay in bed and watch tv and be completely content. I'm big on affection and showing/telling how I feel. I am not a fighter but a lover for sure. I'm not trying to hook up, that seems to be much easier than finding something real. I just want to find my soul mate, are you here? Here is a pic of me. I look foreword to hearing from you :)

53M and 45F married with one kid who is 8 years old.
NW ~$9.5M, Stocks ~$6.4M (all in index funds equity), Inv rental Equity ~$800k, House Equity ~$2.3M House worth around $4M ...$1.7M mortgage at low rate
Our HHI was around $800k ..me around $450K and wife around $350k ...got laid off earlier this year (severance till July) and have been looking for my next gig and it has been 4 months but have not been able to get anything. Have come close a couple of jobs but they did not close. I am extremely frustrated. Wife income can balance our expenses after taxes. Expense run rate is around $260K and kid goes to public school.
1) How do I stay motivated?
2) How would you go about ur search if ur me? (Tech sales partner mgmt..I am ready to accept lower comp)
3) Any alternatives you can think of in our situation?
4) Do i find a gig where I can coast fire and let the money compound till its time to call it quits?
Thanks in advance for your advise

Hey parents. I have my third child who is 1m old. I have two other littles so this is my third rodeo with the frequent check ups early on and the aggressive tracking of weight and curves. Both of my other kids were high percentile upon being born (70s) and by 3 months dropped into the 30 percentiles.
My third is still going strong in the 70s but I am predicting she is going to follow suit and do the same thing.
I transferred to our current practice right before our second was born. My first and her old pediatrician never really made a huge deal out of her not tracking on her curve. Baby was healthy, and happy, and since I was feeding on demand and listening to hunger cues her doctor was fine. She suggested I could start solids a little early, but wasn’t aggressive about supplementing.
Our new pediatrician is sort of the opposite. When our second child started to drop percentiles she wanted to intervene, so we started supplementing. Used up our breast milk reserve and then moved to formula. However, here’s the catch. His percentiles NEVER went up. They always stayed in the 30s, even when we transitioned to formula exclusively and solids around 9 months (I got pregnant with our third)
Right before we started supplementing our pediatrician said one of two things could be the case 1. Not enough calories = supplement (assumed my supply was dropping despite getting 3oz every feed when pumping) 2. He is falling into his unique spot on the curve, this happens around the 3 month mark
When we returned for a weight check after beginning to supplement, he had remained in a similar range (not dropping tremendously but still dropped a few points). She concluded that our supplementing was preventing him from continuing to drop on the curve.
I am trying to make sense of this because my instinct is to believe he really didn’t need to be supplemented and I don’t want to intervene with supplementing if this happens again if it really isn’t necessary. I have a breastmilk stash (major over supply the first couple weeks) to go if it comes down to it. I am also happy to do whatever baby needs. My hesitation is baby was happy, making lots of diapers etc. and it seemed like a decision based solely on the chart.
Just looking for others insights if anyone has experienced this. I don’t want to deny baby what she needs but in hindsight I stressed myself out over that boys weight gain because of the doctor and the curves. I just want to enjoy my baby and not go mad over this.
Date Age Weight Percentile (03/14/24 1 yr, 3 mos 23 lbs 15 oz (10.86 kg) 64th)
(01/31/24 1 yr, 2 mos 22 lbs 6 oz (10.15 kg) 51st)
(12/12/23 1 year 20 lbs 2 oz (9.13 kg) 27th)
(08/31/23 9 months 18 lbs 7.4 oz (8.37 kg) 28th)
(07/11/23 7 mos, 2 wks 17 lbs 12 oz (8.05 kg) 34th)
(05/30/23 6 months 16 lbs 9.2 oz (7.52 kg) 31st)
(04/27/23 5 months 15 lbs 9.2 oz (7.06 kg) 30th)
(03/28/23 4 months 14 lbs 10.2 oz (6.64 kg) 33rd)
(03/16/23 3 mos, 2 wks 13 lbs 14.4 oz (6.30 kg) 28th)
(03/02/23 3 months 13 lbs 6.2 oz (6.07 kg) 30th)
(01/26/23 8 wks, 4 dys 12 lbs 7.4 oz (5.65 kg) 57th)
(12/29/22 4 wks, 4 dys 11 lbs 1.8 oz (5.04 kg) 79th)
(12/08/22 11 days 8 lbs 15 oz (4.05 kg) 71st)
(12/02/22 5 days 8 lbs 2.2 oz (3.69 kg) 62nd)
(12/01/22 4 days 8 lbs 1 oz (3.66 kg) 63rd)

Living in a small southern town, you get used to the way things are. I grew up as a military brat, so my childhood memories are a blur of packing, unpacking, and getting settled. It had been seven years since we arrived, and nothing but the grace of God would make me move again. A few years ago, my father got orders to station at a base in the middle of the Mohave. I was only seventeen then, but after a few dozen screaming matches, I decided to strike out on my own a little early. I got a part-time job at the cafe, which was enough to rent a little run-down shack a couple of blocks from downtown. As far as I was concerned, I was living the dream—serving coffee a few hours a week and spending the rest of my time hanging out with friends, listening to music, and drinking.
That particular morning started the same as any other. I woke up around noon with a text from Mark to meet me at the cafe. Took me about two hours to get up and head over. The sun had just begun its descent as I pushed the door to the cafe open, the bell above tinkling softly. The sound bothered me a little bit, but I couldn’t tell why. It seemed to ring a little louder than I was expecting, and gave me this strange drilling sensation inside my head.
I ignored the feeling as the smell of slightly stale coffee and pastries washed over me. I saw Mark and Jamie already sat at our usual spot. Mark looked up as I approached, a grin spreading across his face. "Hey, Alex. Sarah should be here soon."
“So what's on the docket today?” I asked as I sat down, stealing a bear claw off Jamie's plate and taking a large bite before he had the chance to protest.
Mark’s excitement was almost palpable. He was always the one with the big ideas and crazy schemes, which I honestly appreciated. They got us into trouble more often than not, but it beat day drinking in the Walmart parking lot like everyone else our age.
"Alright, check this out," Mark said, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "I was talking to my cousin who works for the county. He told me about this old, abandoned food processing factory just outside of town. They used to can peaches there."
I gave him a skeptical look. "That’s your idea? Old, canned peaches?"
"No, idiot," he scoffed. "They left behind a ton of nitrates and phosphates. I’ve been doing some reading, and we can use them to make fireworks. I was up all night figuring it out and putting these together." He subtly opened his backpack to reveal at least a dozen PVC pipes fitted on both ends.
"Now that's what I’m talking about," I said, grinning.
Sarah walked in, catching the tail end of our conversation. "Sorry I’m late, I had a breakout and had to stop by the pharmacy. Upped my allergy meds. I fucking hate pollen," she said as I scooted over to make room for her on the bench.
"Is there anything you aren't allergic to?" I laughed.
She rolled her eyes, ignoring my question. "So, what's the plan for today?"
Mark, Jamie and I exchanged cheeky glances. "Well," I started, "let’s just hope you’re not allergic to peaches."
We finally managed to pry the side door of the factory off, which broke free from the hinges and smashed against the floor. Stepping inside, the air was thick and rancid as we bounced the beams of our flashlights around the packaging floor.
"We should split up," Mark suggested. "Alex, you and Sarah check out the storage rooms for the chemicals. Jamie and I will find the control room and see if we can get the power back on."
All of us nodded as we went our separate ways. Sarah and I wandered down the dark hallways, kicking open doors and looking for anything that looked vaguely like chemicals. The corridors were dark and damp, with black mold snaking along the walls like veins.
The first few rooms we checked were empty, filled only with dust and the remnants of long-abandoned equipment. Each door creaked as we pushed it open, revealing more decay and desolation.
As we moved further down the hallway, the mold seemed to become more aggressive, spreading in thick, dark patches along the walls and floors. The air grew heavier, making it harder to breathe. We kicked open another door, our flashlights revealing more of the same—nothing useful.
"This place is a bust," Sarah muttered,
"Let's keep looking," I replied, though I was starting to feel the same way. "There has to be something."
We continued down the corridor, our footsteps echoing in the silence. As we approached the end of the hall, something caught my eye. One door stood out, covered in black, creeping mold that seemed to pulse and writhe. Tendrils of fungus snaked out from the edges, reaching out into the hallway.
"Sarah, look at this," I said.
She turned to see what I was pointing at and her eyes widened. "That’s... different."
We approached the door cautiously as the tendrils moved and swayed.
With a deep breath, we each grabbed one side of the door and pulled. It resisted for a moment before giving way, the mold snapping and tearing as we forced it open. The smell that hit us was overpowering, a mix of rot and decay that made my eyes water.
Inside, our flashlights revealed a horrifying sight. At the back of the room sat several pallets with dozens of boxes of peaches each. But it was what grew from these boxes that will haunt my nightmares till my dying day.
The entire back wall was consumed by a towering fungal mass. Thick, fleshy stalks jutted out from the base, climbing nearly to the ceiling. The surface of the fungus glistened with a slimy, wet sheen, appearing almost like rotting flesh under our flashlight beams. Each stalk was covered in a mottled, sickly green and yellow hue, with patches of black mold that seemed to pulse in the dim light.
Interwoven within this horrific sight were bulbous growths, each one throbbing rhythmically, as if with a heartbeat of its own. They resembled obscene, overgrown tumors, ready to burst at the slightest touch. Long, sinewy tendrils extended from the main mass, creeping over the boxes and along the floor like the fingers of some malevolent creature, seeking out any life to ensnare.
The tendrils near the door twitched, slowly inching their way toward us as if aware of our presence. The air was thick with spores, glimmering in the light like tiny stars, each one a potential harbinger of decay and death.
"Oh my god," Sarah whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of our own breathing. "What is that thing?"
We stood there, frozen in shock and disgust, before I slammed the door shut.
"Let's get the hell out of here," I said.
We hurried back down the corridor, our footsteps echoing in the oppressive silence. The lights in the facility flickered on, casting a blinding white light. I heard a bubbling, groaning noise emanate from behind the fungal door, sending a wave of nausea through my body.
We met back up with Mark and Jamie in the main area and quickly told them what we saw.
"Yo, that sounds sick," Jamie exclaimed. "We should blow it up. I found the chemicals in the control room and these bad boys are ready to go," he said, holding up a pipe bomb.
"Yeah," Mark agreed, his eyes alight with excitement. "We'd be doing the world a favor, getting rid of that thing."
Sarah shook her head, her face pale. "No way. I'm not doing this. That thing... It's not normal. We need to get out of here and call someone who knows what they're doing."
Jamie frowned. "Come on, Sarah. Don't be a buzzkill. This is a once-in-a-lifetime chance to do something epic."
"Epic?" Sarah snapped. "That thing is dangerous. We don't know what we're dealing with. I'm not risking my life for some stupid joke."
Mark stepped in with a grin. "Alright, let's all calm down. If you’re scared you can just let the men handle it.”
Sarah crossed her arms. "Fine, but I'm staying here."
"Suit yourself," Jamie said, shrugging. "But we're not leaving without taking care of that thing."
"Alright, let's do this," Mark said, looking at Jamie and me. "We'll be quick. Sarah, stay here and keep an eye out.”
The hallway looked completely different in the fluorescent lighting. I could see now that each vein of fungus emanated from that single door, like a spiral portal threatening to suck us in.
"Let's make this quick," I whispered, glancing back at Jamie and Mark. "We light the bomb, throw it in, and get the hell out of here."
Jamie nodded, holding the pipe bomb tightly in his hand. "Ready when you are."
We reached the door, and the tendrils of fungus seemed even more aggressive, writhing and pulsing as if aware of our presence. The air was thick with spores.
"On three," I whispered, gripping the edge of the door. "One... two... three."
We yanked the door open, the mold snapping and tearing as it gave way. The smell of rot and decay hit us again, making my eyes water. The monstrous fungal mass loomed before us, its bulbous growths throbbing rhythmically.
Jamie lit the fuse and threw the bomb as hard as he could inside. It struck one of the orbs, which burst, shooting a fine white mist into the air.
"Run!" I shouted, slamming the door shut. We turned and sprinted down the hallway. The explosion sounded behind us, the shockwave lifting me off my feet and sending me tumbling to the ground.
Living in a small southern town, you get used to the way things are. My parents were in the army, so we moved a lot, but now I'm staying put. I woke up around noon and got a text from Mark to meet at the cafe. The smell of slightly stale coffee and pastries greeted me as I arrived. The bell's ring seemed off, giving me a small headache.
I ignored it and slid into the seat across from Mark and Jamie. “So what's on the docket today?” I asked, stealing a doughnut off Jamie's plate.
“Going to go to an old peach factory and get some chemicals. I need to make some fireworks,” Mark replied, subtly revealing some pipe bombs in his bag.
Sarah walked in towards the tail end of our conversation and silently stood next to our table.
The three of us glanced at each other, unsure of how to proceed. “Sarah,” I finally started. “Are you ok?”
“Y-yeah,” she replied. “Are YOU guys feeling ok?”
We exchanged uneasy glances. “Yeah, we’re fine,” I said. After a moment, she shook her head and sat down as we continued our plans.
That evening, we broke into the peach factory. We found this disgusting, gigantic fungal growth coming out of some boxes of peaches and we blew it up with some pipe bombs.
The next day I woke up around noon and got a text from Mark to meet at the cafe. The smell of slightly stale coffee and pastries greeted me as I arrived. The bell's ring seemed off, giving me a small migraine.
I ignored it and slid into the seat across from Mark and Jamie. “So what's on the docket today?” I asked, stealing a maroon off Jamie's plate.
“Going to go to an old peach factory and get some chemicals. I need to make some fireworks,” Mark replied, subtly revealing some pipe bombs in his bag.
Sarah walked in towards the tail end of our conversation and silently stood next to our table.
The three of us glanced at each other, unsure of how to proceed. “Sarah,” I finally started. “Are you ok?”
“Y-yeah,” she replied. “Not really. Are YOU guys feeling Ok?”
We exchanged uneasy glances. “Yeah, we’re fine,” I said. After a moment, she shook her head and sat down as we continued our plans.
That evening, we broke into the peach factory. We found this disgusting, gigantic fungal growth coming out of some boxes of peaches and we blew it up with some pipe bombs.
The next day I woke up around noon and got a text from Mark to meet at the cafe. The smell of slightly stale coffee and pastries greeted me as I arrived. The bell's ring seemed off, giving me a piercing migraine.
I ignored it and slid into the seat across from Mark and Jamie. “So what's on the docket today?” I asked, stealing a bagel off Jamie's plate.
“Going to go to an old peach factory and get some chemicals. I need to make some fireworks,” Mark replied, subtly revealing some pipe bombs in his bag.
Sarah walked in towards the tail end of our conversation and silently stood next to our table.
The three of us glanced at each other, unsure of how to proceed. “Sarah,” I finally started. “Are you ok?”
“What's going on?” she asked, tears welling up in her eyes. “I’m scared.”
We exchanged uneasy glances. “It’s fine, Sarah. Just take a seat,” I said. After a moment, she shook her head and sat down as we continued our plans.
That evening, we broke into the peach factory. We found this disgusting, gigantic fungal growth coming out of some boxes of peaches and we blew it up with some pipe bombs.
The next day I woke up around noon and got a text from Mark to meet at the cafe. The smell of slightly stale coffee and pastries greeted me as I arrived. The bell's ring seemed off, giving me a splitting migraine.
As I slid into the seat across from Mark and Jamie, I noticed Sarah outside, fixated on a bird suspended in mid-flight. I went out to see her.
"Are you seeing this?" she asked, her voice tinged with astonishment.
"Yeah," I replied nonchalantly. "That happens all the time. Are you sure you're feeling okay?"
"What the hell do you mean, 'Am I feeling okay?'!" she screamed. "That bird is frozen mid-air, and you don't think anything weird is going on?"
Her yelling took me aback. I didn't understand her alarm, so I shrugged it off and joined Mark inside. As we began planning our nightly excursion to the peach factory, Sarah burst through the door, screaming, then vanished in a puff of smoke.
"That's odd," I mused, my brow furrowed in confusion before we shrugged it off and resumed our scheming.
The day after, I met Mark again at the cafe. This rhythm had become our existence: meetings by day, adventures by night at the old peach plant. That evening followed the familiar pattern; we reveled in the thrill of hurling pipe bombs into that small enclosed room.
This routine had completely engulfed our lives. Day after day at the cafe, night after night at the factory—it seemed as though this cycle was all we had ever known. Reflecting on it, I couldn't remember any other way of life.
However, one thing increasingly disturbed me—the ringing of the doorbell at the cafe's entrance. Each time I entered, the sound seemed sharper, more grating. Focusing on it brought a searing pain to my head, like a needle drilling through my skull. Yet, despite the agony, I found myself obsessing over it, the sound gnawing at the edges of my sanity.
One day, driven to the brink by this incessant ringing, I decided to confront it head-on. I stood by the door, letting the bell chime repeatedly. Each ring sliced through my mind, but I persisted, sweat beading on my forehead, teeth clenched in torment.
As the pain crescendoed, reality shattered. I woke to the blaring of a fire alarm, not the quaint doorbell I had imagined. The cafe was engulfed in chaos. The hallway was consumed by a sprawling fungal mass, its tendrils creeping along the walls.
In the dim, flickering light, I saw Jamie, or what was left of him. Half of his skull was missing, the fungus attached grotesquely to his exposed brain, pulsating with each eerie beat of his fading heart. Mark was there too, seemingly unharmed physically, but trapped in a delusion, his eyes glazed over, a smile playing on his lips as the fungus encased him.
Sarah lay collapsed by the fire alarm, her hand still on the lever. She had managed to pull it before succumbing to the spores that now clung to her body.
The tendrils that had enveloped me snapped violently, each break releasing a sickening crack that echoed through the eerie silence of the hallway. An outline of my body remained imprinted in the fungal mass, a mold from which I had desperately broken free.
Gritting my teeth against the pain and horror, I scrambled to Mark and Sarah. Mark was less entangled, lost in his fungal-induced stupor. I grabbed him under the arms, his body limp but alive, and dragged him across the floor. The fungus resisted, stretching like sinew before tearing away from him with wet, ripping sounds.
Sarah was heavier, her body weakened but still fighting. I clasped her wrists, pulling with all my strength. The fungus clung to her, tendrils winding up her arms like ivy. With a final, determined yank, the last of the tendrils snapped, freeing her. We left behind fragments of the monstrous growth clinging to her clothes.
Together, we staggered out into the night air, away from the suffocating enclosure. The cool air hit our faces, harsh yet cleansing. Behind us, the fire alarm continued to blare into the night. I fumbled with my phone, hands shaking, to dial the emergency number. The call went through, and within minutes, the sound of sirens cut through the stillness of the night, growing louder as help approached.
The next few days were a blur. I remember fading in and out of consciousness as nurses pumped antifungals directly into my IV, their faces blurring into the sterile environment. Once we were somewhat cognizant, the police wanted answers. One by one, we were interviewed, but we gave them nothing. I still don’t know what the exact penalty is for manufacturing explosives and using them to destroy a building, but I’m guessing it’s not community service. Jamie was still missing, and they hadn’t found any sign of him or his body. I tried to hide my tears as I knew he was already long gone.
After a few weeks, I was finally cleared for visitors and got to see Sarah again. She told me that after the explosion, she ran but couldn’t leave us behind. She came back, only to see us being consumed by the fungus. Try as she might, she wasn’t able to free us as she felt the oppressive spores take her under. She fought back and managed to pull the fire alarm before succumbing again. The doctors told her that her allergy medication gave her some resistance to the fungus; otherwise, she might have been a goner.
Mark was never the same. We never talked about what happened, and after trying once and him flipping out, I figured it was best to let sleeping dogs lie. That summer, he moved to upstate New York to work in his dad’s business. I haven’t seen him since. That fall, Sarah started college at Savannah State. I still call her every now and again, but it’s not like it used to be.
Despite all that happened, I’m not moving again. I’m happy here, and if it’s up to me, I’ll die in this little town. I still work at the cafe, as a manager now. On weekends, I come in and just sit at the booth we all used to share.
I still think about Jamie from time to time. I wonder if he's dead or still stuck in his delusion, picturing the four of us sitting at our table, talking, laughing, and passing the time. Sometimes, when the cafe is empty and the light is just right, I can almost see him there, his smile frozen in that moment before everything went wrong.
The cafe grows quieter each day, the hum of life fading into an eerie stillness. My skin feels different, as if the air itself whispers secrets I can't quite grasp. The itching that started as a minor annoyance has intensified, becoming a constant torment. I scratch at lesions that have begun to form on my arms and chest, red and raw, with patches of green spreading beneath the surface. I’ve started to wear long sleeves to cover my arms and a mask to hide my purpling lips.
Some nights, when closing, as I sit alone in the dim light of the cafe, the itching becomes unbearable. I claw at the lesions, feeling a dampness beneath my skin. Sometimes, when I cough, I could swear I see tiny spores hanging in the air, reminiscent of the bursting nodules growing on the stalks of the monster.
Occasionally, I hear the bell ring and the door open, but no one is there. I look outside into the empty night and see nothing. This went on for weeks, becoming more frequent. But one night, the door opened, and I saw Jamie standing there, the picture of health. I went to embrace him and noticed my lesions were gone too. It was almost as if we had never gone to the peach factory. It was suddenly morning, and the light shone through the cafe. For the first time in forever, we were happy. We talked about nothing, passing the time.
After what felt like hours, he told me it was time to go. But his mouth wasn’t moving—I felt like I could read his thoughts, and he could read mine. We stood up as I took one last look at the cafe and headed off with him, back to the peach factory.
As we walked, a strange calmness settled over me. I remember feeling that I wanted to ask if he had talked to Mark or Sarah, and wondered how they were doing. But deep down, somehow, I could feel their presence and I knew they were doing just fine. The sun was bright, the air crisp. The itching had vanished completely, replaced by an inexplicable craving for the sweetness of ripe peaches. Jamie and I shared a silent understanding, a bond deeper than any words could convey.
The factory loomed ahead, its doors wide open as if inviting us in. The familiar scent of peaches and something else—something earthy and ancient—filled the air. We stepped inside, side by side, feeling at home for the first time in ages.
The last thing I remember before the darkness took over was the feeling of the soft, warm peach flesh in my hand, and Jamie’s voice in my head saying, "Welcome home."

Hello I have a bearded dragon which was pretty active and was eating good and was basking 1 month ago but now he doesn’t . He was eating good one month ago and now he does still but only if I wake him up with insects(he stopped eating greens). he is 1 year old he eats 4 Dubias x 2 /week and I offer greens everyday his Dubias are dusted once a week with multivitamin and the other with calcium, first thing I tried to fix was lowering his basking temperature because he was hanging in his hide on the cool side so I though that it was too hot , it was 110 Fahrenheit and I got it to 95 , but he still hides. His uvb is a tube Arcadia 6% 20 cm away from the basking side. Is he brumatting or I m doing something wrong if he does what should I do .prior to that he dug the whole enclosure lol

In the past hour, I’ve had about a dozen videos or so that are 2-4 years old show up on my FYP.
What’s up with that?
Is anyone else experiencing this?
Is there any way to stop this from happening?
I am so confused!

I have a Victus 16, i7 13700H & RTX 4060 since last year.
I really need the PC for university, and the other day, while typing a word document, I realized that my battery drained completely from 100% to around 16% in about 1 hour 40 minutes, which is crazy for a laptop that is less than a year old.
I have tried the obvious windows settings like these, also tried calibrating the battery following this procedure, and even tried uninstalling Omen Gaming Hub and replacing it with OmenMon and limiting the max CPU performance to 25% on windows power plan while on battery.
After doing all this, I am getting even worse battery life, between 1:30 - 1:40 hours with a full charge.
Using HWInfo I have seen the battery is draining at a constant -30 / -35W at idle, while most people have reported to have a max discharge consumption of 3.5/4 W at idle (somewhat normal).
I'm desperate to find a solution as I need the laptop for the final exams and I don't think it will make it till the end of a 3 hour exam. Nothing seems to work for now, so I am potentially considering to contact HP Support and see if they can give me an alternative.
Thanks in advance

40 year old active male. I like to play pickleball and go to the gym regularly. Herniated L4/L5 in 2019 and had a micro discectomy which worked well until January.
I got back into crossfit and re herniated it again. 4 months of non stop sciatic pain. Surgeon gave me 3 options for surgery. 1. Get a 2nd micro discectomy 2. ALIF fusion 3. Artificial disc replacement (he recommended this for the long run).
He said decision is up to me. I’m so torn which one to do. Curious how some others did after a re-hernaited disc that didn’t respond to non surgical treatments. My x ray show pretty narrow space between l4-l5 and about a 3mm herniation.

I think I’m mostly making this post to calm my nerves, and because I’m not sure if this is an emergency or anything. I think I’m freaking out because I literally had euthanized my 20 year old cat 5 days ago and the thought my dog now being sick is giving me massive anxiety.
I have a 14 year old female Labrador who is neutered. She is 68 lbs. She is extremely healthy for her age. She goes on two walks a day, loves to play. She does have arthritis in her back legs, which she has had since she was nine. She gets around very well. She did have high liver enzymes at one point, but she’s been on Denamarin and they’ve been fine.
Today was normal, we went out for a walk in the morning and she urinated twice. Then I went to work and she was with my bf who works from home. She went to pee maybe once outside during that time. I got home from work at 4, was doing some chores and she got up from laying down and peed on the floor. Then walked to the next room and just had little bits of pee dribble out of her. She sat down and then more pee came out of her.
It really freaked me out and I’m not sure if I should take her to an emergency vet or keep my appt with my regular vet tomorrow. I’ve had her for 13 years and she has never ever had a single accident indoors. I think it scared me because it seemed she had no control over it. I did get her to go outside after the accident and she peed more, and since then there hasn’t been more (pretty sure her bladder is empty for now).
I know she’s old. I guess I just need reassurance this can wait till tomorrow or what this could be. She’s acting normal otherwise (playing, happy, eating etc) I’m grieving my cat still and feeling anxious.

I never thought I’d find myself writing this even less so experiencing this at this point of my life. I just turned 30 in November - no breast cancer history in family, except my great grandma on my dad’s side so it’s most likely not directly correlated. I got a breast augmentation back in April 2023, 29 at the time. No mammogram was taken, most likely since my risks were super low. I first noticed breast asymmetry back in OctobeNovember and I truthfully thought it was the implants not setting in yet since it wasn’t a full year after having them yet. In January I felt an “edge” in my right breast (the one that look most asymmetrical) and followed up with my surgeon to which he suggested I could have capsular contraction - got some MRIs in April and nothing was found. A few weeks later I felt the same edge and started feeling what now felt like a mini golf ball and started crying because I was so frustrated for not checking more in depth earlier.
Fast forward, set up a few follow ups and got a mammogram and ultrasound yesterday and findings? BIRADS 4C.
Mychart says:
“ Ultrasound demonstrates a 1.7 cm irregular mass in the right breast at 5 o'clock middle depth 4 cm from the nipple. This irregular mass is hypoechoic. This correlates as palpated. This abnormality was not seen mammographically. No other significant masses or calcifications are seen in either breast mammographically. No significant abnormalities were seen sonographically in the right axilla.”
This has turned my world upside down but I’m also feeling a lot of peace like feelings which is INSANE. My husband and I were about to start trying for our first baby. I want to be a mom, I want to see them grow old, I want to live and I’m scared it’ll be cut short. I’m scared to receive the c word but I know that if it is - it’ll be okay - I’ve done extensive research and I know it is one of the most treatable cancers. My biopsy is scheduled for tomorrow 9am with results possibly coming in Monday. The care team scheduled a consult with the surgical doctor on Tuesday just in case. I’m praying, fasting and begging that this is not bad news but I can’t help/feel that I should also prep for the worst scenario. Any thoughts/comments are welcome and if you’re here in a similar situation, my heart is with you.

I’m beyond frustrated with Thornley Groves. I’ve rented my last two flats through them in the city centre and now I’m looking for something with my partner in south Manchester so having to deal with them again. Despite the obvious solution being “just don’t use them”, they seem to have monopoly on all the best flats and offer the zero deposit option. When 7 out of 10 listings on Rightmove are from Thornley Groves, it’s hard to avoid them, and from what I’ve heard other lettings agencies aren’t any better.
Once I'm in their flats, maintenance isn't too bad—they're quick to respond and fix things. But snagging a property in the first place is a headache.
The agents are consistently 20-30 minutes late to viewings and impossible to contact. I've often found myself waiting outside with other frustrated potential tenants, all trying to reach the office and wondering if they've forgotten about us.
Calls to the office always ring out or get hung up and emails take at least a week for a response. When you do get a response the literacy skills and reading comprehension are poor (I’m not talking the odd spelling mistake I’m talking entirely illegible as if a 4 year old has written it) and if you’ve asked more than one question in your email, they won’t answer all of them?
The most frustrating part is the lack of communication about applications. They say you can't apply for multiple properties, but they don't keep you updated, leaving you in the dark about whether the landlord has accepted your application.
For instance, the weekend before last I viewed a flat on Friday, was promised application forms that night but received nothing. After calling them 20 times on Saturday, they finally sent the forms, claiming no other offers were made and we were first in line once the lettings team were back in on Tuesday. Yet, by Tuesday night, they informed me a let was agreed ‘over the weekend.’ How is that possible when there were apparently no other offers and the earliest they could forward our application was Tuesday?
The same happened the following week—I applied on Tuesday night for a different property, heard nothing for a week, chased them up, and was told a let was agreed last week.
It's a frustrating cycle. I make quick applications, am promised updates, then face weeks of silence unless I badger them only to be told a let was agreed before I’d even sent the application. I’ve had this same problem with my previous flats too.
I understand the rental market is tough, but half the problem seems to be their incompetence.
If anyone works for Thornley Groves, what's the hold-up? Why the delay in emails and promises left unfulfilled? Is there anything I can do to get a quicker response? I just want a flat!!! Any flat!!!

I'm a 21 year old workaholic college student, so I'm used to spending literally all my time working and now I'm on summer break with significantly less work. And without work to do, I feel like I have no purpose. Don't know if that contributes to me feeling tired all the time, but I just am. I get around 10 hours of sleep every night and then I lay around and have 3 to 4 hour naps during the day and repeat. And it makes me feel horrible. Any advice on how I can feel more productive and less tired though out the day?

hi everyone bit of a long one but I’ve been seeing a lot of posts on here about DHEA-S levels, wanted to share my own story to hopefully help anyone feeling a bit hopeless.
During quarantine I didn’t take care of my body and health, and between 2020-2023 gained a lot of weight from eating terrible food most of the time (takeaways, high sugar, etc.). Around the start of 2023 I started noticing excessive hair growth on my chin and upper lip, hair loss around my forehead, and irregular periods. The absolute worst though was sudden bouts of anxiety and panic attacks anytime I went out. I would step out of my house or into a restaurant/uber etc and immediately feel all the symptoms of high blood pressure like being dizzy/disoriented, sweaty, my heart would be pounding heavy and fast, my throat would feel tight, dry mouth - generally I would feel so afraid and like I needed to sit down immediately and lean against a wall or I would faint (never happened thankfully). Ended up in the ER twice for bad episodes that lasted hours.
I went to nephrologists, gynaecologists, and endocrinologists. Cortisol and testosterone levels were normal, so PCOS was doubted because I also didn’t have mini cysts on my ultrasounds - my panels would come back normal time and time again except for b12 and vit D deficiencies as well as extremely high DHEAS levels of 795 (I believe the maximum for the normal range is 330 or something). Adrenal tumour was ruled out with a CT scan. No one offered an explanation for the DHEAS levels and I was told I just have plain old anxiety - despite me insisting these symptoms started extremely randomly and only recently. Other symptoms I experienced at the same time were gastric related - acid reflux, difficulty swallowing, and irritable bowels which was just annoying on top of everything.
I went to a naturopath who finally addressed all my issues and I can say I haven’t experienced one of those horrible debilitating panic attacks in almost a year now. My DHEAS levels are measuring at around 400 now which is still slightly above normal but better than 795 for sure. My periods are regular and painless and I don’t have as much facial hair. I’ve also lost 24kg in less than a year as a side benefit. Here are some of the things I did to bring my life back to normal.

1. Fix my gut health. By far the most important. I started taking pre and probiotics (either supplements or natural food sources). I cut out sugar and caffeine and started eating less carbs and more healthy fats (avocados), fibre (flaxseeds, veg), and protein.
   
2. Insulin resistance. There’s a couple things I did to address my insulin resistance. I cut out high glycemic index foods, completely cut out oat milk and rice, and started intermittent fasting. I would add cinnamon powder, ACV, and turmeric powder to meals or drinks here and there. I also took myo-inositol powder in water with meals but I would recommend speaking to your doctor first before starting. My fasting blood sugar levels averaged at around 6.2 this time last year and now measure at around 4.3 in the mornings.
   
3. Ashwagandha. Lifesaver. I was instructed to boil a bit of liquorice powder and ashwagandha powder in water and drink it every night (please consult first with a health professional to see if this would be an option for you). When I’m lazy I take an ashwagandha gummy, bonus points if it has a blend with l-theanine or GABA as these have calming properties. I would also recommend drinking spearmint tea if you’re taking ashwagandha as it lowers androgen levels and reduces facial hair growth.
   
4. Vitamin deficiencies. I started taking b12, magnesium glycinate and d3. It’s a good idea to get a blood panel to see what you’re lacking and address it either with supplements or diet changes.
   
5. Preparing before going out. At the time I was still experiencing the panic attacks I would always make sure to carry a water bottle, either a banana or electrolyte sachets/tablets, sour candy, and a mini eucalyptus essential oil bottle (smelling it calms you down) in my bag. I don’t need any of that anymore but if you’re still going through this these would be my tips!
   
6. Lifestyle changes. Basic things like sleeping early and decent hours, taking it easy give yourself some rest and breathing time. I don’t go to the gym or do regular breathing exercises but I know they can help so I’m gonna start.
   

Sorry for the long post but I hope this can help even one person who might be going through the same thing I was last year. Was in a horrible place and thankful to feel so much better now.