Shake and bake crystal meth recipe

Hi there, how are you? I would like to know you.
Just a heads-up first: I'm seeking someone who resides in or near Switzerland, which includes Germany, Austria, Italy, the Netherlands, Belgium, and France. Additionally, I won't respond to messages that just say "Hey," "Hey you," "Hi," or "Hello."
Now that's settled, let me to introduce myself:
I'm a 25-year-old , standing tall at 1.87m. I reside in a charming little village near Zurich, and I'm speak Swiss German, German, and English.
I'm someone who thrives on laughter and enjoys exploring new adventures with company. While I'm mostly indoor, I equally cherish moments at biking hiking chilling by the lake or jetting off on travels.
Describing myself, I'd say I place high value on affection and empathy, though I can be a bit shy now and then. Cooking and baking are my passions, and I adore experimenting with recipes from various cultures around the globe.
Also, I'm a huge anime and gaming fan, so if you share that interest, bonus points!
I'm on the lookout for a kind, loving woman who invests in building a genuine relationship and can take the initiative. Also I'm not into one-sided connections otherwise I'm open.
Love hearing from you!

Hi there, how are you? I would like to know you.
Just a heads-up first: I'm seeking someone who resides in or near Switzerland, which includes Germany, Austria, Italy, the Netherlands, Belgium, and France. Additionally, I won't respond to messages that just say "Hey," "Hey you," "Hi," or "Hello."
Now that's settled, let me to introduce myself:
I'm a 25-year-old , standing tall at 1.87m. I reside in a charming little village near Zurich, and I'm speak Swiss German, German, and English.
I'm someone who thrives on laughter and enjoys exploring new adventures with company. While I'm mostly indoor, I equally cherish moments at biking hiking chilling by the lake or jetting off on travels.
Describing myself, I'd say I place high value on affection and empathy, though I can be a bit shy now and then. Cooking and baking are my passions, and I adore experimenting with recipes from various cultures around the globe.
Also, I'm a huge anime and gaming fan, so if you share that interest, bonus points!
I'm on the lookout for a kind, loving woman who invests in building a genuine relationship and can take the initiative. Also I'm not into one-sided connections otherwise I'm open.
Love hearing from you!

Hi there, how are you? I would like to know you.
Just a heads-up first: I'm seeking someone who resides in or near Switzerland, which includes Germany, Austria, Italy, the Netherlands, Belgium, and France. Additionally, I won't respond to messages that just say "Hey," "Hey you," "Hi," or "Hello."
Now that's settled, let me to introduce myself:
I'm a 25-year-old , standing tall at 1.87m. I reside in a charming little village near Zurich, and I'm speak Swiss German, German, and English.
I'm someone who thrives on laughter and enjoys exploring new adventures with company. While I'm mostly indoor, I equally cherish moments at biking hiking chilling by the lake or jetting off on travels.
Describing myself, I'd say I place high value on affection and empathy, though I can be a bit shy now and then. Cooking and baking are my passions, and I adore experimenting with recipes from various cultures around the globe.
Also, I'm a huge anime and gaming fan, so if you share that interest, bonus points!
I'm on the lookout for a kind, loving woman who invests in building a genuine relationship and can take the initiative. Also I'm not into one-sided connections otherwise I'm open.
Love hearing from you!

Hi there, how are you? I would like to know you.
Just a heads-up first: I'm seeking someone who resides in or near Switzerland, which includes Germany, Austria, Italy, the Netherlands, Belgium, and France. Additionally, I won't respond to messages that just say "Hey," "Hey you," "Hi," or "Hello."
Now that's settled, let me to introduce myself:
I'm a 25-year-old , standing tall at 1.87m. I reside in a charming little village near Zurich, and I'm speak Swiss German, German, and English.
I'm someone who thrives on laughter and enjoys exploring new adventures with company. While I'm mostly indoor, I equally cherish moments at biking hiking chilling by the lake or jetting off on travels.
Describing myself, I'd say I place high value on affection and empathy, though I can be a bit shy now and then. Cooking and baking are my passions, and I adore experimenting with recipes from various cultures around the globe.
Also, I'm a huge anime and gaming fan, so if you share that interest, bonus points!
I'm on the lookout for a kind, loving woman who invests in building a genuine relationship and can take the initiative. Also I'm not into one-sided connections otherwise I'm open.
Love hearing from you!

Pretty much what the title says. I just need to tell our story to people who might be able to relate to hers and our situation a little bit. I often feel so alone and like nobody understands the intensity of what we have been experiencing over the past year.
Our daughter is in 6th grade and has been with us just over a year. We have no other children --we knew her from when my sister had fostered her a few years ago, and we just loved her. When we heard she hadn't been able to reunify with her mom we decided to go through the process to get licensed so we could adopt her. She's lived in 8 different foster homes, and her last placement made it very clear they would not be adopting her. She is definitely bonding to us, she's very affectionate, and soaks up all the snuggles and love she can get, which can be a lot at 12 years old but we know she needs it.
A little back story though--we have been going through hell for the past 6 months with anger and emotional outbursts during which she sometimes becomes unsafe and physically aggressive. After her outbursts she cries, tells us she's so sorry and she doesn't want to be this way, we talk through it, forgive and repair, only for her to turn around and do it again the next day. She has told us that she knows she's not going anywhere but when she gets upset, something inside tells her that we are just going to get rid of her anyways so she might as well just ruin it (by screaming, making messes, throwing things, etc). She doesn't act like this at school or treat anyone else this way. She does argue with teachers and classmates some but that's about it. We've had so many people tell us that she obviously feels safe with us to feel her feelings and let it all out, but that's not much consolation when you're being screamed at, sworn at, hit, etc. by someone that you've poured your heart into. It's really easy to get discouraged and feel like there is no point and that she's getting nowhere.
So back to the school thing..She's always been years behind grade level in all her subjects. She also has iq scores in the low 80s, is diagnosed with ADHD, learning disability, PTSD, ODD, and RAD. I've often thought that her low scores had a lot to do with her struggling with all aspects of testing and were not a true reflection of her abilities. At home we see how depending on her emotional stability and mood at any given moment she can be more or less logical, focused, etc. and on a good day, she often surprises us with the things she says and does. She still avoids reading at all costs but I've been noticing that when we are baking/following a recipe or she reads a sign or whatever, she is doing much better.
Well, low and behold, yesterday she had a great morning, went to school and took her through year NWEA reading assessment, and gained 36 points from her winter assessment. She went from a 1st-3rd grade level at the beginning of the year depending on who you ask to (for the first time in her life) meeting state standards for her grade level!!! Words cannot describe how proud I am I literally start sobbing again every time I think about it. She needed this win so much, she came home so confident and we had such an amazing day!!

After many years of scrimping and saving, I've managed to obtain my very own bottomless money pit apartment on the outskirts of Sydney. So, naturally I believe it's a rite of passage for me to attempt putting up a shelf.
I have two main (of a billion) questions. Firstly, I understand that electrical and plumbing work need to be performed by a licensed tradesperson. I watched one episode of Better Homes and Gardens 22 years ago, and it's always stuck in my memory. Also, the best lamb recipe in the cooking segment - but I digress.

1. I want to put up a shelf in the ensuite. I put on big boy pants and went and bought a drill and seemingly one of every single drill-bit that Bunnings sell. I'm looking forward to cracking my first tile, but I am not looking forward to nicking a pipe or cable, or the ultimate scrotum shriveller - nicking both simultaneously. There is already a towel rack on that wall, so there's hope for my grand plan. What I'd like to know is if there is a resource that's easily understood by a common idiot about building codes and stuff so I might have a general idea of where the pipes are? Such as "all pipes must be installed at XX height from blah blah" so I can avoid calling an emergency wrench wielding crack displayer. I got a good quality stud-finder from the green tin roof temple, but somehow it's tells me everything and nothing is a stud at the same time. The instructions said to place my other hand on the wall, but I don't buy into all that astrology and crystals mumbo jumbo.
2. Many of my power points and light switches are looser than a stool after a sweaty evening session down at the local vindaloo dispensary. I have a feeling the previous owner felt themselves a bit handy and may have grabbed a 10 pack of Shenzhen house igniters from the Reject Shop and whacked them in the walls himself. Going by number of dodgy wall outlets and the empty little bag of drugs I found under the sink on settlement day, it's probably likely that's the case. Is there such a thing as, like, an electrical audit? Can a sparky come in and replace the outlets and tell me that the wiring is safe without having to pull all the gyprock off?

Lastly, is there a reputable way to find good area-local tradies apart from wildly googling and looking at every website that can afford good SEO. My distaste of being stung by service people is only second to that of bees and wasps, and it's happened to me before when I fell for a flashy Squarespace template. I'm happy to reasonably pay for deft hands with tools rather than web design.
TL;DR Mildly ambitious smoothbrain bought a drill and wants to know how to not fuck up his property.

• best way to not drill a hole into a pipe
• advice on getting electrical problems fixed
• simple resources for building codes and finding reputable tradies
• lamb

I really missed a list with all the recipes that you can get gifted from villagers. So I thought I would make one and share with you. If there are any missing let me know, so I can edit the list. I've listed all the recipes/gifts that have the label 'gift' (found in Sandbox mode).
Also, I don't think there is a limit (per day) to how many recipes you can get gifted from villagers. Yesterday I got 6 recipes in a few hours all in the same biome (frostlands, which I don't visit that often).
THE RECIPES/GIFTS LIST:
Grasslands:

• Cozy Table
• Counter Stool
• Windsor Lounge Chair
• Sleek Park Bench
• Modern Table
• Cottage Table
• Graceful End Table
• Cozy Toilet
• Swivel Desk Lamp
• Cozy Bookshelf
• Block Colors - Meadow
• Block Colors - Sunrise
• Baking Utensils
• Diner Decor
• Watering Can

Dry Valley:

• Carved Stool
• Cushioned Chair
• Plush Chair - No Back
• Great Hall Table
• Traditional Block Table
• Classic End Table
• Standard Shelf
• Water Barrel
• Basic Crate
• Crate of Wood
• Crates of Wood
• Glasses and Spoons
• Apothecary Jars

Frostlands:

• Ancient Bench - Medium
• Ancient Bench - Large
• Ancient Table - Trim
• Ancient Table - Medium
• Palatial Table - Large
• Box Assortment
• Pomp and Clutter
• Bowled Over
• Sunglasses
• Tea Set
• Modest Dishes
• Tea for Two
• Kitsune Statue
• Llama Statue

Encounter:

• Cozy Armchair
• Cozy Sofa
• Sturdy Table - Medium
• Sturdy Table - Large
• Garbage Can
• Mailbox - Small 01
• Mailbox - Small 02
• Garbage Bin
• Industrial Barrel
• Industrial Barrel - Lid
• Dishwasher
• Dryer
• Ancient Food Cart

Gifts (no label):

• Cookbook Shelf
• Real Stories of the Imagined Order
• The Adventures of John Jones
• Cooking Utensils
• Pride and Peelys
• Stack of Books
• The Looper Trilogy
• Court Vase - Large
• Court Vase - Medium
• Court Vase - Small
• Daisies
• Houseplant
• Plants & Pots
• Pottering Around

I cook a lot but am a total beginner with baking. I recently visited Japan and now can't live without some off the sweet things I ate out there but can't find anywhere that sells them at home! But I also live alone and the recipes I've found often make really large portions. But can you just reduce the ingredients by 50%, or instead of making a large tart just use a muffin tin for example? I'm sure it's a dumb question but I've heard a lot about how less forgiving baking is rather than cooking! Thanks.

If you could’ve seen my mom in July, you honestly would’ve thought that we were going to lose her. She was diagnosed with stage four metastatic breast cancer that had spread to her skin bones and lungs. Now if you see my mom you wouldn’t even know she has cancer and she isn’t doing chemo right now. Just hormone blockers.
You want to build your immune system up. I had her taking, zinc, quercetin, vitamin D, to keep her immune system up. And we bought an ozone generator on Amazon for $50 and make ozone water. Ozone is an activated more concentrated oxygen and when you’re sick your body sometimes lacks oxygen, making it harder for your organs to function. So drinking the ozone infused water helps your body function. My mom said the first thing she noticed when she started drinking the ozone water was that she had more energy, she was using the bathroom more often, which I think mean her organs were functioning better and she was sleeping better. If you’ve heard of hyperbolic chambers that’s ozone. Oxygen therapy.
Another thing she started to do was drink organic soursop tea leaves. Supposedly the soursop fights cancer cells and she was drinking it daily. Along with taking apricot kernels every once in a while supposedly the cyanide in the apricots does something to the cancer. When my mom started doing this stuff she gradually continued to get better. it was around the time when she stopped chemo too after the first round because her lungs were filling up with liquid. So she has only been on hormone blockers and this regiment and we saw a huge improvement. But what the big game changer was when we learned that cancer is extremely acidic and we had to make sure my mom practiced an alkaline diet but we started to implement a baking soda and water with lemon and drinking it.
Sounds crazy right? Well here’s the science. Cancer is acidic at pH 5.5. This treatment is Alkaline pH8.5..to neutralize!
1/2 a squeezed lemon, in a cup…add 2/3 tsp of alkaline: baking soda not arm and hammer that contains aluminum buy bobs red mills baking soda.
It will fizz, quickly add water and drink!
This is alkaline pH8.5 when consumed.
Do 2x day, 3 if your strong! Drink at least 30 minutes before or after meals, to not clash with digestive acids. Do for 2 weeks, then stop for 5 days. For body to adjust. Then. Repeat process!
Buy PH test strips and you test yourself in the morning and in the evening, once your PH levels get to 7.4 alkaline stop the drink until your PH levels drop again.
This has definitely worked as my mom’s thriving and people don’t even think she’s sick now when they see her. It is possible! You have to heal your body. Another good thing is to take one teaspoon of magnesium hydroxide powder add to seltzer water, shake it and place in fridge for 30 mins after 30 mins shake it again, keep in fridge for 8 hours, then you can consume. Don’t shake anymore and avoid white setiement at the bottom.
They say that when you’re deficient in magnesium the cancer progresses quickly. And magnesium strengthened the T cells against cancer cells it helps fight off the cancer!!
she has been taking digestive enzymes. Digestive enzymes is what helps break down your food and we believe that it helps break down the cancers as well. Once she is feeling crappy we make sure she does a coffee enema cleanse to get the toxins out her body. Look into Nicholas Gonzalez studies on digestive enzymes.
Another thing she does she had in the beginning a golf ball sized tumor on her chest and it has noticeably shrunk more than half.. it’s nearly flat.
My mom is thriving while we still have a long way to go but I am telling you the things we are doing are working! And cancer treatments is a billion dollar business so they don’t really help people!! Just cutting out the cancer and not changing anything about the way you’re living you have high risks of dealing with it over and over again! Our bodies are meant to heal ourselves if you just give it the right tools to do it. Look into Barbara oneil she talks a lot about these types of methods. IT WORKS! There’s hope! Don’t give up!
You’re seeing this message for a reason, please spread this info far and wide because big pharma and the government want to poison us and keep us sick! I’m not saying be anti all cancer treatments but HEAL YOUR BODY and find what works!
Good luck, Godspeed.

“What do you mean it’s wrong?” said Tamara, becoming frustrated with Samuel.
“I'm trying to tell you that plants do not eat earth. They just absorb nutrients from it,” Samuel replied, equally annoyed as this was the fourth time he had explained it. “Look, just take my word for it, OK,” he added.
“Fine, but you will have to explain it again,” Tamara retorted.
Samuel and Tamara were partners in a scientific study of their forest home. It was genuinely idyllic in every sense of the word; the trees stretched high into the sky, and everyone was covered in succulent leaves, a deep and gorgeous shade of green. Around their trunks were rings of flowers gathered from every continent, and a thick carpet of grass lay on the ground.
The two sat underneath a chestnut tree, writing up their findings for the day. It had focused mainly on tree sizes and growth rates, and they had continued this study for, on and off, almost a year.
Samuel turned to look at his assistant and found that she was just as remarkable as the day they had first met: golden locks, like living sunlight, tied neatly in a bun. Her eyes were an emerald green, and all in all, she was gorgeous. However, it was when you came to her waist that things became truly incredible because rather than a pair of legs, there was a long and wide snake’s tail.
It was huge, at least seven metres long and as wide as her torso. The scales were the same beautiful colour as her hair and reflected the sunlight in such a way that she appeared to glow. She was wearing an ultramarine tunic with a black diamond in the centre. She was like this not because of a plague, a curse or some mutation; Tamara was a Lamia; it was how she was born.
Samuel, on the other hand, looked far less impressive. He was around five foot ten, with dull brown hair and equally dull eyes. His stomach stuck out from the rest of him. No amount of exercise was able to get rid of it.
He was by every description a ‘dull as dishwater’ human. His clothes, however, were slightly more interesting. He wore a navy blue tunic with a thick leather belt wrapped around his waist. On his feet was a pair of excellent leather boots, able to withstand whatever the world threw at them and on his forearms and shins, he wore something Tamara had never seen or even heard of before: a pair of vambraces and greaves, Samuel called it armour.
Three strips of rugged leather layered on top of one another made up each piece, and between each layer was a collection of tiny metal beads. When Tamara asked what they were for, Samuel said they were for protection.
All of this would have been inconceivable to Samuel two years ago, but he had become used to it in time. Samuel was not born into this world; he had arrived. How? He did not know, but he remembered it all vividly; his senses had been overloaded, and at first, he believed he had died.
“What’s wrong?” Tamara asked Samuel, who had been silent for over a minute.
Samuel snapped out of his daydream and said: “nothing, just thinking about that day again.”
Tamara nodded and said nothing else; she knew exactly what was wrong.
Samuel went straight back to writing. When Samuel first showed up, there had been no paper or pens, but what was even stranger than the lack of these apparent necessities was that Samuel had had to invent both of these items.
Tamara and those like her did not possess a written language; they relied entirely on their memories, and until Samuel had shown up, Tamara had not even conceived of the notion, but she had picked it up astonishingly quickly.
“It still sounds like eating to me,” said Tamara, bringing the conversation back to the original topic.
“Well, it isn’t; eating requires a mouth and stomach,” Samuel replied.
“Says who?” Tamara asked defiantly.
“Says me,” Samuel answered.
Samuel jotted down the last of his notes and left the pages to dry in the sun. Samuel then turned to his right and looked at a large book, the size of a chair’s seat, bound in yellow leather and knotted by animal tendons. He picked it up and began to leaf through the pages.
His eyes glanced over paragraphs about oak trees and orchid flowers until he finally reached the section he sought; the page was titled Silver Birch (Betula Pendula).
“Have you finished the drawing on Silver Birch yet?” Samuel asked without looking.
Tamara was currently focused on a drawing of sunflowers, but she understood his request and, without looking up or saying a word, handed him the picture he wanted.
Samuel took the drawing and took several moments admiring it. Like all her work, the picture was astounding; not only did it look like an actual Silver Birch, but it also seemed to be alive, as though it would start blowing in the breeze.
Samuel punched four holes along the sheet's left side, undid the tendon strings and then attached the drawing behind the title page. He added eight more pages to his book, four of text and four illustrations.
Their work was now done; there was no more writing or drawing today, and he placed their work into a knapsack Tamara had brought with her. Samuel turned to his partner and asked: “so what do you want to do now?”
Tamara looked up through the canopy and could make out the silhouettes of several birds and finally said: “I’d quite like to fly.”
Samuel smiled, chuckled and said, “Yes, so would I, but that would require every member of the village working together for decades.”
Tamara looked Samuel in the eye and said: “are you making fun of me?”
Samuel did not reply; he just looked Tamara dead in the eye. She observed every minute twitch on Samuel's face and concluded he was not.
“How could a person fly?” She asked, suddenly intrigued.
“I don’t know, I’m not an engineer,” Samuel answered, “So apart from flying, what else do you want to do?”
Tamara let out a sigh and said: “I guess we will just have to walk.”
These were the moments Samuel lived for, just a quiet afternoon with his best friend enjoying a stroll; he was utterly content.
“You seem chipper,” Tamara said, noticing the growing smile on Samuel’s face.
“That’s because I feel chipper” he replied
They passed through the trees, heading towards their favourite spot, a beach by the side of a lake so large you could not see the other side.
“So, how is everyone?” Samuel said, trying to spark a conversation.
“You mean every single one because that could take a while?” Tamara replied.
“Let’s start with your mother” he clarified.
Tamara’s mother, Pancha, was more or less just a larger version of her daughter, just as brash and headstrong.
“She’s fine; she has finally stopped asking me what happened every time I come to meet you,” she said.
“Really, and it only took her two and a half years,” said Samuel with a smirk.
Yes, that first year here, had been a real trial. Samuel had never felt so scared, isolated and persecuted in his life. When he thought about it, he could still feel the fear and the hopelessness.
A gust of air slammed into Samuel’s face, bringing him back to the present, and what a wonderful time it was. The water was crystal clear, the beach was covered in sparkling white sand, and the distinct aroma of water wafted through the air. Samuel breathed it all in as Tamara spread herself over the beach.
The cooling breeze that Samuel found so enjoyable, Tamara found far less agreeable. Tamara was ectothermic or cold-blooded. She could not maintain her body temperature; she needed to absorb it from her environment, and the wind was slowly draining her.
“Comfortable down there?” Samuel asked.
Tamara turned her head, looked up at him and said: “Actually, yes, not as good as my bed, but still fine.”
Samuel left Tamara to her thermoregulation and strolled down to the water’s edge, “stay where I can see you!” Tamara called.
“Yes, MOM,” Samuel answered sarcastically, though he knew it was more for Tamara’s sake than his; she had a problem with open spaces.
Samuel closed his eyes, stretched his arms above his head, feeling his muscles strain against the tension, and yawned. Small tears formed in his eyes and wiped them away. He had only been up for a few hours but was ready for bed.
“Too much thinking, that was the problem,” Samuel mumbled to himself.
The sunlight sparkled on the water’s surface. It seemed as though millions of diamonds were suddenly brought into existence, danced for a few moments, and then vanished as quickly as they came. It was beautiful, just like everything else here.
He climbed up a rock that jutted from that sand and sat down, his legs dangling over the edge. As he kicked his legs, a ray of sun caught his greaves, and although the leather was rather dull, it still dazzled him.
Samuel heard a sound reminiscent of sandpaper brushing against wood, and he knew at once what it was. He waited four more seconds and said, without moving an inch, “Don’t even think about it!”
“How did you know?” Tamara asked, feeling simultaneously impressed, confused and disappointed.
Samuel looked her in the eye and replied: “who do you think you’re dealing with?”
Tamara had not clambered up the rock like Samuel; she had simply raised herself on her tail so she stood over two metres high.
“Are you feeling better?” he asked.
Tamara smiled and answered, “yes, thanks for asking.”
Tamara moved behind Samuel and then began to coil around the boulder, and if he had not experienced it all before, it would have been unnerving. Tamara was only twelve and a half, yet she was already far stronger than him. Samuel was sure if Tamara really wanted to, she could crush a bison to death. After the graceful dance around the stone, she sat down beside Samuel.
The pair was silent for a few minutes, except for a quick coughing fit by Samuel; they took in the unnatural beauty of their surroundings.
“Hey, I have a question,” said Tamara, coming back to her senses.
“What is it?” Samuel replied.
“You still haven’t told me why we are studying the forest?” She asked.
In an instant, Samuel became deeply confused. To him, it seemed all too obvious why they were doing it.
“There is no practical reason for doing it. We do it so that we know,” Samuel answered.
Tamara became silent. Samuel realised that she was deep in thought and decided to give her all the time she needed until she finally said: “Is this one of those human things?”
Samuel, upon hearing this, gave a small chuckle and answered: “yes, if you like.”
Suddenly, something caught Samuel’s eye. It was a crab, no bigger than a golf ball. Its back was powder blue, and it held its arms upright, its claws pointing down. The tiny creature would walk forward, scoop some sand into its mouth, and then leave a small pellet behind.
“Look at that!” said Samuel, nudging Tamara’s shoulder and pointing at the tiny crustacean. Tamara turned her head and looked directly at where he was pointing; she strained her eyes at what she thought was a pebble; she was about to climb down and collect it when it suddenly moved, and she squealed.
Tamara dragged the bottom end of her tail up from the beach and timidly said, “What’s that?”
Samuel remembered that tone of voice all too well, and it brought with it some unpleasant memories, but he pushed them to the back of his mind and said: “it’s a crab.”
Samuel was certain he had seen this type of crab before but could not put a name to the image. Samuel was sure he had read about them, watched a documentary, or attended a lecture, but he could not remember. Ultimately, he decided to drop it for now and see if the answer would come to him.
Tamara kept staring at it as though she believed it would pounce if she took her eyes off it for one second.
“Is it dangerous?” she asked, her voice hushed to ensure the creature did not notice her.
Samuel sighed and answered: “it’s a crab, Tamara, unless you happen to be a nematode then…”
Samuel paused mid-sentence as his brain finally connected the dots and asked, “Wait, you have never seen a crab before?”
This perplexed Samuel for a moment until he remembered that Tamara did not have a television, a car, and she could not fly a plane, so it was not unexpected that she would not know what a crab was.
Tamara shook her head in response to his question, and Samuel added: “you know what a woodlouse is, right?”
Tamara nodded and said, “I like woodlice.”
“Well, a crab is just a type of woodlouse that lives near water,” Samuel concluded.
However, he could tell from her face that she was unconvinced, so he got off the rock, walked over to the tiny creature, wary of its pincers, and picked it up by its backside.
“What are you doing?” Tamara called in alarm.
Samuel held the animal, its legs flailing wildly in an attempt to escape, and said, “showing you there is nothing to be worried about.”
Taking care not to crush it, Samuel clambered back up the rock and presented the animal to her. Tamara stared at it for some as the crab bobbed its eye up and down and tried in vain to find a part of Samuel it could nip.
“It’s actually kind of… cute,” Tamara said after two minutes of silence.
She relaxed her tail and let it rest on the beach once more. “Can it hold it?” She asked Samuel, fear being replaced by interest.
“Of course, you can. Just make sure you hold it by its back and be careful of the pincers; if they get you, it will hurt.”
Samuel handed the crab over to her and watched as Tamara began to inspect the animal from every angle. The crab had a white underbelly and purple joints.
“You think you could draw it from memory?” Samuel asked.
“Hmm?” Tamara replied. Samuel let out a sigh and repeated. After three more attempts, Tamara finally took notice and said, “Yes.”
Five minutes later, Samuel said, “we should probably put him back now.”
Tamara moaned about it, but Samuel said: “he has his own life, Tamara; you can’t keep him!”
She conceded, grumbling under her breath, and gently placed the animal back on the sand. As the crab dashed away, the two noticed that while they had been fixated on that single crab, thousands more had emerged on the beach.
Upon seeing the swarm of animals make their way across the beach, Tamara let out a squeal and once again pulled her tail up off the beach. The army of crabs marched along the shore. The collective walking produced a sound loud enough to hear from fifty metres away, and at last, Samuel remembered what they were and said, with no small amount of satisfaction in his voice, “they’re soldier crabs.”
“What are they going to do?” Tamara asked, concerned by the sudden appearance of so many creatures.
Samuel kept staring at the gathering, but he heard her question and replied, “They’re just feeding,” and added quickly, “But we are far too big for them.”
“That's odd,” Samuel said under his breath.
“I know there are so many of them,” Tamara said, deeply unnerved by the sheer vastness of the swarm.
“No,” Samuel said, “There should be this many of them; it’s where they are that is strange.”
Tamara momentarily took her eyes off the army and asked, “So where should they be.” There was a slight flicker of fear in her voice at the prospect of being invaded; rats and mice where bad enough. They did not need another pest.
“By the sea, not a freshwater lake,” he answered.
“The Sea?” Tamara almost yelled. Samuel was a little surprised by this enthusiasm and turned to face her.
“Yes,” he said.
“Have you ever been to the sea,” she asked.
“Yes, many times,” Samuel said, uncertain where this was going.
“I bet it’s wonderful,” Tamara added with a smile.
Samuel was silent as his brain connected a few dots and asked: “how can you know about the sea if you don’t know about crabs?”
She smiled; Tamara enjoyed it when she knew something that he did not, “there is a story that my mom told me that before we came to this forest, we were a different people that lived by the sea.” Tamara paused for a breath.
“But then humans came and drove us from the water, and we fled inland. Our people split into two. One half went to the mountains, and the other settled in the forest.”
Tamara finished and waited for his reply. Samuel, however, just kept looking at her. Tamara was concerned that she had upset him; he did not like it when humans were labelled as the enemy, yet his face and posture were not those of one who was sad or angry.
“You people blame us for everything, don’t you?” Samuel said with a chuckle.
“If there is a fire, it’s a human’s fault. If there is an earthquake, it’s a human’s fault. If a little Boreray boy drinks all their apple juice in one gulp, it’s a human’s fault.”
“So, getting back on topic, where did these “Soldier crabs” come from anyway? We have visited this lake for over two years and never seen even a glimpse?” Tamara asked. Samuel looked back to the slowly advancing army, and several ideas flashed through his head.
“Maybe they have been dormant up until now; perhaps they make a large circle around the lake shore, and it’s simply luck that we were here on the day they passed by, or maybe the migrated here from somewhere else.”
They watched the crabs' ceaseless march until Tamara said, “These things are still giving me the creeps. Can we go now?” Samuel could not argue that there was something eerie about all of these animals appearing, seemingly, from nowhere; however, there was still one thing he had to be certain of.
“You think you could draw one from memory?” he asked.
Tamara’s face contorted in a scowl. Samuel, for all his good points, could become far too focused on his research, which often caused him to become ignorant of other people.
Yet she knew sitting here yelling at him would accomplish nothing, so she told him the truth: “Yes, can we go now!” Samuel nodded and then slid off the rock. Tamara copied him, and they both slinked back to the cover of the trees.
Now that she was beneath the canopy, Tamara let out an enormous sigh of relief as the anxiety slowly left, and the close air warmed her body. On the other hand, Samuel began to chafe at the stagnant air while his head began to bead with sweat, but it was nothing he had not experienced before, so he gritted his teeth and bared with it.
With their plans now ruined, Tamara and Samuel wandered aimlessly through the woods, chatting about what they could do to fill the rest of the day. Several ideas arose, including visiting a nearby waterfall and a set of monument stones, but none truly appealed to them.
In the end, Tamara said, “how about we just call it a day?”
Samuel was happy about this. Tamara was his only form of human contact, yet he could not deny the pointlessness of wandering around the woods, so he said, “Ok, but let’s take the long way.”
Samuel heard a sound above him and saw a red squirrel scampering through the trees.
“Is it difficult?” Tamara asked.
Samuel looked at Tamara and replied, “Well, it can give me a crick in my neck sometimes.”
Tamara let out a short laugh and clarified, “No, I mean, is it difficult being so inquisitive? It looks exhausting.”
He was not entirely sure what she meant by that. To Samuel, Tamara was every bit as curious as him, so he stated: “you tell me, you went out looking for me just because you wanted to know.”
“True,” answered Tamara, “and everyone has always said that I am always asking questions, but you’re like a boar that just ate sugar beat.”
“I have no idea what that means,” Samuel said, shaking his head. “But I do know that people always told me, when I was a boy, that humans are, by their nature, infinitely curious, but personally, I think that it’s just how I was born.” there was a pause, and he quickly added, “just like you.”
Tamara’s fingers started to numb as she brushed them against the bark of passing trees. She took a good look at the trees around her. Tamara had lived her entire life sheltered by these trees. This place was her home, her family’s home and her friend’s home, and she loved it, a perfect example of the innate beauty of nature.
Samuel, however, was of a different opinion this forest disturbed him, though this feeling had diminished with time. The trees all grew in perfect symmetry, four and a half strides form each other.
From Tamara’s perspective, there was nothing strange about this, yet Samuel often said that this should not be possible, that the wood should be a mess and that the trees should grow in an unorganised fashion. Yet to Tamara, the idea of messy forests was just as impossible as a structured one was to him.
Noon came and went, and Samuel’s stomach began to rumble. His breakfast was becoming a distant memory; he thought he might be able to bear it for another hour or so, but as they travelled closer to the village, Tamara started to become irritated by Samuel’s constant growling.
“We need to find you something to eat before that sound drives me nuts!” Tamara stated bluntly.
“That’s all well and good, my dear, so long as you can materialise food out of the aether,” answered Samuel, with just a hint of condescension in his voice.
Tamara did not know what the aether was, but it did not matter. “No, but I do know a nearby tree with some great fruit in it,” she replied.
Samuel found this strange for two reasons. Firstly, he found it very difficult to believe there was a source of food in this forest that either he had not found, or Tamara had not told him about yet.
Secondly that, Tamara would know much about something she could not eat. Tamara was strictly carnivorous; she ate nothing but meat.
He wanted answers fast and asked: “So why haven’t you told me about this before?”
“Because I can’t stand the smell, that’s why, and I didn’t want you stinking up the place,” she explained.
“If it smells disgusting, what makes you think I will eat it?” he asked.
“Because the Boreray can’t get enough of it, some of them say that they taste like all the best parts of every fruit and vegetable we grow, which is a shame because they smell like all the worst,” she added.
He asked no more questions. He was too busy thinking; this fruit sounded so familiar, but he could not remember. The need to survive day in day out had pushed most of his standard learning, from school and university to the back of his mind, not forgotten mind you just buried.
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I've been informed by someone that they've been asked by police about someone supposedly selling crystal meth at my address. I've never sold the stuff in my life but I do occasionally use it, and to my knowledge (and according to local addiction service staff) I'm the only user in the area, so I'm pretty sure the police are suspecting me and not one of my housemates (who are straight and in the UK crystal meth is used almost exclusively by gay men like myself)
In my last therapy session I think my therapist misinterpreted something I was saying because he reminded me that he has to report illegal activity (which is half true, he has to report certain things including drug trafficking but not possession. Pointedly this is the therapist I have been given by addiction services) so I'm pretty sure he's gone to the police. I'm going to ask him today though.
I have nothing in the house so in theory if my house gets raided it's not really a problem but it sounds fucking scary. Plus, if that does happen, my supported housing will probably see me as a problem tenant. I've been told that they've already said to the police they don't suspect anyone in my house of dealing which is good I guess, but they may already be starting to see me as a problem given that they know I used to use crystal meth daily.
I get that the police would need a search warrant but would they actually be granted one in this sort of circumstance? Obviously I don't know what they've been told yet (presumably by my therapist) but are raids generally only if you're suspected to be dealing as like a full time job? Because I think my therapist doesn't think that, I think he thought I might have been importing for personal use (not true) or that I shared it with a friend (also not true - but I understand that it would count the same as selling it for profit which is fucking stupid)
Im freaking out though I don't wanna be kicked out of my supported housing and made homeless for something I've not even done just because my therapist got the wrong end of the stick and decided to inappropriately breach confidentiality FFS
Edit: I'm in England btw

PSA #1: u/pep-- is going to post a weekend live thread for the weekend, we think the weekend definitely deserves it. He just needs to finish his homework first.
PSA #2: We now have a new fancy very very blue RAUM flair. I know some of you are sporting an improvised RAUM flair so now you can grab a real one. Apologies, should have done this way earlier.

I'm gonna keep this one short, I'm gonna keep this one short, I'm gonna...

Helllllooooooo bbs, I'd like to announce that THE WINTER IS OVER, the sun is out, we are getting new sunglasses because we lost all of them at parties last year (no? just me? goddamn berghain took like 3 pairs, alongside my dignity), we are showing skin, sweating balls, getting hornier again, annnd.... Entering festival season, so let's talk about that.
This weekend we have three festival contenders:
Awakenings Upclose (timetable)
Big, big up to Awakenings programming/booking and marketing team. Awakenings until now felt like a festival to avoid, but somehow, Upclose seems to be the place to be. Everyone I know and their mother will be there, including me, but not my mother. She's coming to Lofi for Die Rakete in two weeks, but that's another story.
My plan for Awakenings is:

• a low dose of acid
  • haha for legal purposes I swear that was a joke
• turn off my phone
  • this I very much recommend
• Polar Inertia (Sat)
  • there's a chance you haven't heard about Polar Inertia (and your hardtechno friends definitely haven't), because it's one of those projects that are half-dormant, rare to catch, and you kinda have to know to know.
  • keywords are ambient, experimental, deep, elegant, I also hope for cold and creepy but that might be just me
  • they recently (ish) released a set with Monument, go get a taste
• Sandwell District (Sat)
  • Sparkles fangirling over Sandwell District - Exhibit A
  • Sparkles fangirling over Sandwell District - Exhibit B
  • more than a 20 year old label/group/act responsible for my currently favourite track ever that woke up from hibernation last year, and started releasing new stuff that I also love
  • also known as mainly Function and Regis, but other names floating around are Rrose, and Silent Servant... that one isn't floating around anymore, unfortunately 💔
• otherwise fuck around and find out
  • I mean walk around without expectations and see where I end up

Some other maybe noteworthy things in my opinion:

• check out the hard techno stages
  • Vera Grace is actually good , and so is Somniac One
  • I'd check out Rebekah and SNTS out of nostalgia, I like how they used to play and I have a tiny sliver of hope that they might bring some of that to Upclose, yes, but also, probably not, oh well
  • I wish I could say the same about 9x9 because they used to play awesome live acid (bitches love livesets), but I have zero hope they will pull that out again, oh well
• Colin Benders x Speedy J
  • two total legends from the NL, they are known to deliver ✨education✨
  • Colin is a joy to watch playing, also I think it's gonna be a hybrid / live (and bitches love livesets), because I have never seen Colin DJing ever - does he even know how to mix? I don't think you should know how to mix if you can just conjure tracks out of thin air and a big bunch of cables...
  • Speedy J
    • Speedy J with Colin Benders
  • They could theoretically play quite hard, both are very well capable of it, don't come crying if they do, also check out this set of Speedy's violent alias Public Energy at Unpolished 2020, because that's the education I'm talking about
    • I mean even Speedy J as Speedy J is violent
• CEM & MCMLXXXV
  • fun, banging, fun, cute

Lente Kabinet (lineup)
Not my thing, know like 2 and a half names on the lineup, someone hype something in the comments please I'm lost, it's not techno, ugh.
Draaimolen Island x Sustain-Release (timetable)
Looks cute, is sold out, please write thorough reviews in the afters, I'm curious with a slight tinge of FOMO 😇

You can also go check out the May Festival Monthly from u/Motionez to see their take on these.

Let's look into pre-parties on Friday now:
DINA, KI/KI & Nelly at Club RAUM
Sold out (tickets at the door though), but I need to fangirl here anyway, because fuck damn, this is RAUM finally bringing a lineup that finally really speaks to me, and it's not even about KI/KI for me, let me explain:

• I am still haunted by memories of what Nelly did to me at Ratherlost NYD, one person I don't want to publicly shame (I miss you u/bleepbloopbarbatruc, and btw I finally kinda learn to spell your username) said "Nelly is a warmup DJ, can't really imagine her in a different slot" - SO DAMN WRONG. She absolutely killed the preclosing slot with a a tense, organic/tribal, deep, terrifying set that just filled the air in the room with something. Yeah yeah, going that deep is not everyone's thing, but hey, house isn't either, blabla.
• I haven't heard DINA play in person yet but I did my research and I'm excited. She can definitely pull off a wormhole, but isn't afraid to step out of it as well and play something actually euphoric, or heavy hitting borderline tekno, and yeah, she just has 🔥range🔥 and definitely knows how to use it, I don't know who decided to book her there but THANK YOU.
• and of course, KI/KI. It's always a treat to get someone so big/popular, talented and good to play in an intimate venue, and on top of this, KI/KI and RAUM go way way wayyyyy back and you can just feel the love there.

See ya there bbs, all the other Friday events can go home. (Garage with Fever Dream might be cool in a signature-garage-weird way, and there's one other event that I avoid mentioning, and people always come after me with wHY DiDN't You MeNtiOn THaT OnE... so yeah, that one)

That's done, let's talk about afters:
Awakenings Upclose After Hours at Radion and Bret (RADION timetable, Bret so far unannounced)
Nice blend of the locals like Thoms Traxx and Hashashin and infamous Berliners like Function and Quelza in Radion, I mean, can't really go wrong there, can you. But yeah, not much else to say.
I would have absolutely loved if they did some non-standard stuff like one of the big hard techno names playing a surprise, unnanounced sunrise house set in Bret (can you please take a moment and imagine SNTS doing it), or do open decks w/ the Funk Assault babes and Beau Didier, Isaiah, and idk Flits and Hitam? Not gonna happen, but a girl can dream, right.
131bpm, Marie Malarie, Naone & Lola Edo at Club RAUM on Saturday
If you're done with techno for the day and want to go shake your ass, wave your spine and wiggle your elbows, this is the one. I really like Naone here, she recorded a set for Harmony Rec, a label I will always simp for, and generally I like her take on house, where she sometimes dives deeper than you would expect from a house set, and you can generally hear interesting sounds in her sets, which is not really a a thing in that... genre. It's like someone forced DJ MARIA. to play house. Did I just offend two artists with one sentence? Sorry dears, I love you both.
DJ Nobu, Cobahn, Nelly at PERRON on Saturday
I don't want to mention this one, but kinda can't not bc Nobu. Done.
Vibrant with Nur Jaber at Melkweg on Saturday
u/sinacuk slid into my DMs asking politely and nicely for a shoutout, so here it goes 💖

Hellooo! As Vibrant we have another event on the night of 18th of May with Nur Jaber, Bours?, and 7Circle. It will be at the OZ room of melkweg, with an intimate atmosphere and no phone policy. We are designing own lights once again with Kraft Und Licht as well. Also we are going to have art exhibitions.

I'll just add that I saw Nur Jaber closing Berghain once, and it sounded like forks in a high speed mixer while your aggressive neighbor is trying to kick your front door in. This was a compliment. Nur Jaber is cool, because she also does this.
Talismann b2b Makam all night long at Levenslang on Sunday
Rumor has it that if he plays without a shirt, it's Talismann, if with, then it's Makam. Playing a b2b with yourself all night long feels like a recipe for a personality disorder, or you already have to have one to come up with this idea. Jokes aside, Talismann is good, so is Makam, this is a cool, novel, and deranged idea, I can get behind this.
UNUSUAL at Radio Radio on Sunday
First party from a project of one cool person from the former DS team, doorsale only, unannounced lineup (released podcasts may or may not betray some of it though), they clearly trust their network, friends, and people-who-just-know to show up. Respectable, good luck, godspeed.
Slapfunk at Bret on Monday
If you STILL want to party the fourth day in the row, Slapfunk gotchu. Lineup TBA, but it's probably gonna be boom tsaa boom tsaa boom tsaa or papm papm papm pupururu. Ideal for your last remaning braincell to bounce around.

Unrelated to the weekly, but important - if you have been an active part of this sub also last summer / fall, and feel close to the other notorious shitposters here, slide into my DMs, I might have something for you.

That's all folks, I made a long one again.

The unflavoured protein powder (whey based) I bought smells so gross I haven’t tried adding it to anything! I see many on this sub list Isopure as their favourite. Can you add it to ice tea/Crystal light and not taste it? Yogurt? Soups? I am 6 weeks pst RNY and can see I will need to “top up” my protein intake at least for the next few months… I just would like a different way then shakes (although Fairlife is amazing) - especially if I can “enhance” less processed or home cooked foods with a flavourless protein.

Making this post because I had a less-than resouceful friend buy herself the boneless, skinless chicken thighs for way more than she should’ve. These tips also work for different cuts of chicken with skin and bones (though with drumsticks I usually just cook them in soup as-is).
Yes, the ones with skin on and bones included are cheaper by weight than the alternative, but if you’ve been just throwing the skin and bones away, stop! I have some budget friendly tips for you.
1) Collect the skin and bones and put them in separate gallon-sized freezer bags. You will be adding to them as you get more chicken. For the skin, keep adding chicken skins and fat to them. For the bag with the bones, you will also want to add veggie scraps such as the skins of onions, garlic, carrots, ginger, and celery. There are others you can add, but if you aren’t familiar with cooking times and qualities of vegetables yet, I’d try to just stick with those. Again, it’s better to use organic veggies or ones sourced from someone you know uses less pesticides when growing as you’re using the skins for this.
2) when you have a good amount of skins(like 3/4lbs or more), make shmaltz (rendered chicken fat). It’s basically the Jewish alternative to lard and tallow. It’s healthier than most cooking oils aside from avocado, olive, and coconut. It has a high smoke point so you can use it to fry, roast, bake, or whatever it is you do with your cooking oils. Because it is animal based, the chemical structure is easier to digest. You might want to steer clear if you have heart problems, though. I used a recipe from Serious Eats which goes like this:

• heat up a saucepan with about a cup of water over medium high heat and put in the chicken skins + fat, stirring occasionally until it starts to boil.
  
• turn heat down to medium low and continue to stir occasionally until the chicken bits start to turn brown and crispy and the water is evaporated (about 50 minutes). Some people like to add chopped onions around the end for extra flavor.
  
• filter with a sieve/muslin cloth over a heatproof container. If left in an airtight container in the fridge, sources say you can store from a week until a few months, depending on how secure and refined your shmaltz is after rendering. If you want, you can also snack on the chicken bits as a crispy snack!
  

3) When you eventually collect enough bones and scraps to fill the ziplock bag, you can make bone broth (or stock, for the anti-hippies). I sometimes add pork bones if I get any with my meat. I make mine in an instant pot so I’m going to use that recipe.

• Dump contents of stock bag into instant pot and cover with water (filtered is best). You can also add aromatics like bay leaf and peppercorns in, though some people like to drink it like a tea, so you could omit.
  
• Set to high pressure for 1.5 hours. Natural release (just don’t touch it til the pressure indicator falls down).
  
• Filter with a sieve to a separate container and not your sink! You can freeze portions for later. Salt to taste.
  

Bone broth(stock) is really good for your bones and adds a really nice flavor to whatever you use it for. Consider using it instead of store-bought stock or Better than Bouillon. You can use it for a healthy egg-drop soup. Supposedly some people use it in smoothies, but personally that’s not for me!
I like to get the crunchier packs of chicken when I can afford to (think free-range, organic, locally sourced), and if you have the means to, you should too since you can utilize all parts of the cut.

growing up, my dad was always (for lack of a better word) an asshole. he was emotionally/physically abusive towards my mom consistently throughout my childhood. so you can understand the type of guy my father is, my mom couldn’t have female or male friends bc she would be accused of hooking up with them, if my mom had a job she was accused of hooking up with her coworkers, if my mom held the priest’s hand too long when shaking his hand after service she was accused of wanting him, etc. every birthday, christmas, thanksgiving, any special occasion was always ruined with an argument from him. i could do a million things perfectly right in my athletic games and one mistake would grant me a ride home where i all my happiness was crushed by an earful of how bad of a game i had. my dad was always right, everything he thought and said was the truth regardless if he was proven wrong or not. after every argument there was sometimes an apology, (only for him to do the same thing again) or my mom and i would get our favorite icecream or bouquet of flowers the next day. it was a constantly cycle of trying to get over the last thing my dad did to hurt us. my mom put up with a lot, and stayed with my dad for the sake of the family.
around the age of 17 the emotional abuse and manipulation that I had watched happen to my mom over the years started happening to me. my dad’s jealousy, anger issues, and untrusting nature was turned up to a 10 and I suspect it was due to the meth he was caught doing. he swore he had quit after being caught, but I know he never did. he was 250 pounds and probably ways just about as much as I do now (135) just in a couple of months. he started becoming paranoid, unsafe to be around, and overall crazy. he raped my mom, he pulled a gun on my mom and I, he shut my leg in a door trying to lock himself in his room bc stole my moms credit card to prevent us from getting a hotel room for the night bc he was acting crazy, he was just doing so many things where it because unsafe for my mom and I. after he had pulled a gun on us, my mom and I filed a restraining order against him and I have not had dropped the order since.
that was back in 2022. since then, he has broken the restraining order multiple times by calling me from different phone numbers, having random people contact me telling me to text him, leaving me voicemails acting like he got into a car accident so I would call him back, send me long messages about how much he misses me and loves me but then turn around and tell me all his crazy delusions about my mom that aren’t true and say terrible things about her. I have always had this underlying fear that my dad will kill himself one day for not having me in his life. I resent him for so much and everytime I have tried to rekindle our relationship he always ruined it. for example, I answered one of his million phone calls to ask him to stop making random people text me telling me to contact him. we got into a yelling match and he ultimately told me to shut the fuck up, which I hung up the phone in response. he will do all that but in the same breath preach about how lonely and sad he is without me in his life. I feel a sense of guilt for ignoring him and cutting him out of my life but he doesn’t think anything is his fault. he doesn’t understand why I won’t talk to him regardless of how many times i tell him. he doesn’t think he has done anything wrong. he tells me all the things he’s done for me like buying me my first car, as if that is some representation of how much he loved and cared for me. I feel guilty reading all his sad messages about how he misses me, but I can’t bring myself to let him in again.
he has missed all my biggest moments because of what he has done. he missed out on my high school graduation, my senior club volleyball season, and now im in college where he is missing my college years and my college games. so much time is passing and we both know it. I just don’t think he will ever change his ways.

I was at my mom’s house last weekend with my son (4m/o). My mom left to run a few errands and while she was gone my son started throwing a fit so I went on a frantic search for his pacifier.
I looked in her bedroom because that’s where he sleeps when he’s over, and without thinking about it I checked her top drawer and found a baggie with what I believe to be crystal meth in it.
This shook me so hard. I really don’t know how to move forward … for right now I haven’t said anything to her but obviously won’t allow her to be alone with my son.
She had a heart attack a few years ago and I’m so worried … she went through a bad divorce in 2017 and spiraled and lost everything due to being addicted to Xanax. Her home, the pets I grew up with, and after spending 30 days in jail she got clean in 2020. I don’t understand why she’d have it, I see her fairly often and she appears sober… she eats, sleeps, and goes to work like normal but I know what kind of road this leads down and I don’t know how to to help her, and I don’t want to lose her again :(