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I don't know if this would help anyone or not... but I'll share it...some back story on my nicotine history. ZYN was not my first experience with nicotine. (But shall it forever be the last) I first let nicotine into my being when I stole a cigarette from my much older cousin when I was 9 years old. A Marlboro Menthol 100. And the journey of drug/chemical addiction from there is literally personified perfectly in a video that u/Joel-Spitzer shared (didn't create, just shared as a great illustration) called Nuggets (youtube.com). I'll never forget that first buzz, it put me on the floor. I started smoking pot soon after that. Then drinking whiskey. (all of my friends and their parents were drug addicts and alcoholics). The resources were very attainable. At 12 I got put on heavy anti-depressants and anti-psychotics. By 13 and 14 I moved up to pain pills, and stronger pot. From 14 to 18 I smoked 2 packs a day (on top of an ounce of pot every few days) and long story short through various self-destructive seasons I eventually got caught up in every upper (MDMA, Cocaine, Meth) and downer (Morphine/Heroin/Oxy) that there was at the time. Snorting/shooting up, you name it, I did it. I OD'd several times, and it's by the grace and mercy of God I'm not dead. When I turned 19 a very beautiful and powerful legit spiritual experience happened to me. That initially helped me get clean off the heavy illegal stuff, but my mind just wasn't made up the way it needed to be to get off everything I knew I needed to (pharmaceuticals and nicotine). Much of my 20s I struggled. I'd get off everything except my anti-depressants, and then eventually I'd need to get a refill on that...my lizard brain could quickly get an RX for this or that (I knew how to work the system, and find the doctors that pushed stuff) and the next thing you know I'd be high. In my 20s over several years and seasons of life I went through Grizzly wintergreen long cut chew, vaping (disposable and mods/kits), and eventually 21mg nicotine patches. Literally hooked on the patches for multiple years. I got off patches finally in 2018. In 2019 I got off of every prescribed pharmaceutical. I'm still living my life free from pills going on 5 years. But...struggling through depression during COVID lock down and in a moment of weakness, I bought my first tin of ZYN. But the nicotine beast is the nicotine beast. I secretly struggled with it 2020, 2021, 2022, and most of 2023. I've said all that to say, it started with nicotine, and it ends with nicotine. It's like the final building block to my castle of ultimate sobriety I suppose. With the nicotine compromise out of the way, my life can finally be what it's supposed to be. 185 days ago was over 20 years in the making. Thanks for taking the time to read all of this. Just for today, let's stay clean.

Real estate agent attended and opened my private clothes cupboard in my bedroom. I believe she found my bong which was clean and completely not in use. I’m not even smoking anymore, I have none in the house, and even if I was smoking, I have a 100% legal script from my doctor as it helps with my anxiety. I don’t smoke cigarettes and when I need marijuana I can buy it from the chemist. It is not illegal for me to smoke.
Now I never saw her opened my cupboard and take photos, however after she left I noticed my cupboard was open and she moved items and left it open, basically I was seeing exactly what she would have seen. I can’t believe she physically moved items, I believe she may have opened the cupboard and saw the top of the glass object and wanted to know so she moved things. She never said anything to me and she never looked in ANY OTHER ROOMS. She pretty much left after that. She was very very nice.
I just find the whole situation very weird and doesn’t sit well with me. Who is in the wrong here?
Nothing has been said to me from her.

Hello, I’ve been having tonsillitis around every month before this surgery so I could say I was pretty used to the pain, however the pain after the operation is a much different kind of pain. I also smoke cigarettes (around 6-7 a day) and weed (1-2 joints) daily. Doctor said I should cut smoking 3 days prior, however I literally got robbed the day before surgery in my last attempt to have fun before surgery (it was a concert in our school), therefore I smoked weed to relieve myself which obviously helped. I was very clear with my anaesthesiologist about smoking prior (surgery was around 10 AM, lasted around an hour) because I was stressed that nicotine or weed would interfere with my sedation, he told me to remain calm and everything would be over in a second, which exactly happened. After waking up my pain was around 2/10, it was very bearable, they brought me to my room so I could see my family. At this point I was DESPERATE for water, however I was told I couldn’t drink or eat for 3 more hours so I don’t get nauseous. I decided to sleep at this point, I slept for around 2,5 hours, they also gave me painkillers via my veins. Slept like a baby, woke up pretty normal as well. Ate only liquid food like cold soup, hoşaf (turkish cousine, its like a juice soup?) and ice cream. I had my last painkillers at 6PM and I’m still doing okay. Here’s my ratings for today; Continuous pain : 2/10 Swallowing pain : 5/10
It hurts while swallowing, however all the pain I’m going through right now is very bearable, only swallowing gives me some challenge but it does not stop me from drinking or eating. I’m planning to wake up twice tonight to drink a couple of sips of water and sleep. Any tips would be nice, I never used reddit until now, people forming a tonsillectomy subreddit kind of comforted me. I’m happy everyone here will go or is going or already did go through the pain. Stay hydrated (I drank 2L of water which I find satisfactory)

I’m not handy. I paid for a company to refinish floors in my parents house because they me wanted their old floors redone for a while. They advertised as dustless but said some dust does escape and you’ll need to clean a bit after. They had over 100 5 star reviews and only one mentioned dust saying their system wasn’t perfect but did a pretty good job. So I figured I could handle that. I went in and the floor work looked really good. And there was no dust on the floors. But window sills, counter tops and cabinets had a thin layer. Enough to fill up a wet disposable wipes pretty fast. I cleaned about 5 days after they were done so that the floors would finish curing. With the help of some friends I also put their furniture back.
I have been a total mess since. My tongue felt scratchy after I left. Then my sinuses slammed shut and my eye itches. I didn’t think to mask up because this isn’t my lane/ I’m a moron and from what I saw the workers didn’t either, though I only saw them actively applying the topcoat not sanding.
I had to go back a few more times to do some other projects for my parents but even with a 3m respirator symptoms would return after I was done. My parents refused not to move back in and to make matters worse by brother and niece and two nephews live above them.
My symptoms havnt gone down in a month, I have runny snot or super weird dry crumbly gooey snot and super dry sinuses and I’m worried about the health of my family. I have been having soul crushing anxiety. I’m not usually like that and I’m very cautious generally.
After reading about wood dust and floor sanding dust in particular I am spiraling about long term health consequences. Anyone out there have any experience in fuck ups like this?
I’ve been to a doctor but basically they just treat the symptoms.

Today I am 7 days sober.
I am 29M and got drunk for the first time when I was about 13-14. Even though I was an athletic kid and did sports, I drank heavy at parties throughout my high school years like a lot of teens do. The alcohol consumption definitely got heavy when I graduated and lived on my own.
Drank pretty heavy and partied from 18-21. I moved away to Cali when I turned 21 and cut back at first but started back drinking heavy.
I have had a few sobriety stints since. The longest being a year (June 2021-2022). Mainly because I started to develop pain in my back, abdomen, and around my sides. I started to panic about liver failure, cancer, and all the horrible stuff that comes with alcoholism.
I had about a 2 year period where I went to the ER 7-8 times and was CERTAIN that I permanently damaged myself but every time they would tell me nothing is wrong, even though I felt something constantly gnawing at my back and right side of my body (neck down to back of right leg). It was so hard to tell what was actually wrong with me though… I’ve had 2 bulging discs for a while (since 2021). One in my neck that causes right arm pain / tingling, and one in my lower back that causes sciatica in my right leg. This was all confirmed and diagnosed by a doctor btw. The “worst” thing they told me that entire time going to the ER’s… was when I was 26-27. The doctor said all of my organs looked fine on CT scans and ultrasound. My bloodwork was good… BUT I did an endoscopy and did have mild gastritis along with GERD after binge drinking.
When I quit drinking for that year. It took some months for the fatigue and anxiety to go away… and another few months for the pain to be completely gone.
Sadly… My mother (48) was just diagnosed with stage 3/4 cancer of the pancreas, liver, and kidneys a few days ago. She used to be a very heavy drinker but stopped a few years ago when she started facing a bunch of mental issues. She has ALWAYS been a cigarette smoker though. This whole situation has me devastated and scared all over again.
7 days sober again… and I get so worried because I can never tell what this pain is and I’m trying to be strong for my mother right now. Maybe it’s just inflammation from drinking before? I know the body takes a minute to heal after drinking. Is it my bulging discs that are causing the pain in my right shoulder, side, hip, and leg? Is it my pancreas/liver too?
Soo much anxiety. I can’t wait to continue this journey, because I know last time was so much worth it after that year of sobriety. I pray that I have another chance to make this right and recover again. I plan on seeing a doctor to be safe, but won’t be able to for awhile because of everything happening with my Mom right now.
Any words of encouragement, advice, or wisdom would be greatly appreciated. Thanks.

I’ve been thinking about going no contact for a bit now but not sure what to think at the moment. Before my recent story here is some context. I don’t really feel close to my family in general, they are very conservative and somewhat religious (or rather claim to be). I’m liberal and not religious at all. I think they know that somewhat, maybe not the religious part. So it was really hard to connect because we already don’t share the same interests but now they have beliefs that I think could hurt friends and are frankly racist. I don’t think they care about skin color aggressively but more so illegal immigration. But prejudice comes with that no matter how much they deny it.
Now more recent stuff. I’ll be honest that I dread when my mom tries to call me and I try to just ignore it or get around it because she can usually say what she needs to in a text and if I pick up the call it’ll last well over an hour. I never really called often so that makes sense but I don’t want to hear about the same family drama thats being going on for years. Also she’ll bring politics or judge something I do. Like for instance I’ve been getting treatment for ADHD and she said not to take those drugs because they’re dangerous and addictive but shes not a doctor so. She again makes points on our president, how the illegal immigrants (she tries to make a point that its the men only) are bad and ruining things. She recently started her born again christian stage by going back to church and always making excuses in Jesus and God’s name. That stuff I usually scoff off however the next bit made my blood boil for I think the first time.
She is upset that I now have lived in Florida for 3 years and have yet to come back and visit. And yeah I’m not a fan of Florida either but I chose to move here with my GF. My GF wanted to go to school here because it’d be cheaper and I just wanted to get work experience. We both moved after graduating with our bachelors. Now it is insanely expensive to travel back to California and I’m not doing that drive again for a week trip. I’ve told her I’m trying but there is other things I’m saving for. We have a trip planned to Japan with my GF’s family but If I want to go I need to save some money. I’ve never traveled outside the US because I grew up really poor. I also want to save up for an engagement ring. That on top of stuff I want and bills its hard to save.
She has asked numerous times when I’m moving back and I tell her that it depends on where my GF does school, i’ll follow her as i’m not super interested in going back to school but even if I do my major can be done almost anywhere, my GF has to get accepted into a PA school so options are more limited and I’m fine with this arrangement. Our end goal is to settle down in Oregon but where we go along the way is up in the air. She snaps back saying why does it matter what my GF does why don’t you just move back. But I don’t want to. I don’t even want to live close to my mom. Her home smells like cigarettes which gives me anxiety and her place is kind of dirty. If I go back I don’t even want to stay there. She tried to say to have my GF do schooling there in Cali but like its not guaranteed and honestly its my GF’s choice.
In general she was pretty rude about my GF. What made my blood boil was her telling me to give my GF her number incase I get in an accident and she can call them. I said i will after a bit because I said the doctors would probably find her number before my GF’s (That could be a lie idk). But she said I better and that if my girlfriend doesn’t call if i’m in an accident then she would beat her ass. I don’t remember the exact phasing because I got really heated at that. My mom says stuff like that a lot as an expression so I know she won’t act on it but it made my blood boil and almost hung up and blocked right there.
Some other stuff mentioned was about me getting married to my GF now that we have been together for 4 years. I told her I’m working on it but me and my GF have talked about this extensively. She doesn’t wanna get married for a long while since shes in school and has a far way to go before we are stable. She would also like us to have a home before we do so. But my mom wants us to do a backyard wedding essentially with just family. however, my GF is Vietnamese and wants a traditional wedding. I’m down with this and really only care to have some foods I’d like as apart of the course. My mom said that we have a culture too. Bruh, were like white white, no we don’t and you just suggested a backyard wedding essentially. Ive also told my GF i’m fine with a court wedding for now (mostly to get her insurance from my work) and never tell anybody and have a ceremony later on. But if she doesn’t then doesn’t matter. Besides the racist remarks and other life stuff these was my main issues. Of course there is a lot more stuff from growing up but not as bad as this I think.
Now every time my mom messages me my anxiety gets worse than before, i don’t wanna talk to her. She has said racist things and severely lacks empathy for people despite being “Christian.” My GF’s mother is very catholic and even she isn’t like this. Albeit they can be racist too but there is a lot of history there. But again i’m more upset over how controlling she seems to be and won’t let me be. My dad (they aren’t together, never married) never does this and will even send me money for my bday and christmas. I’ll even go out of my way to text him now and then to see how he’s doing because he doesn’t give me this anxiety and has not complained about me being here. He tells me he is proud of me and I’m gunna do great things.
What do ya’ll think and advice would be appreciated. I’ve seen a lot of threads but Idk if it related well to me. Sorry if things get confusing at some points, i’m not the best writer but I’ll clarify anything.
EDIT: just remembered something I’d like to mention. My mom said that children are not post to be far from their parents and that she never thought her children would be this far and that it’s not right. I don’t agree and hope my future children don’t think I want to hold them back in any capacity from exploring the world.

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Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction created for entertainment purposes. The characters of John Constantine and Doctor Strange belong to their respective creators and copyright holders. No infringement is intended, and this story is not endorsed or authorized by any official source. Enjoy the adventure, and remember—it's all in good fun!
John Constantine's trench coat flapped wildly as the air around him crackled with eldritch energy. The ground beneath his feet was a mosaic of screaming faces, the very essence of Trigon's realm. With a flick of his lighter, Constantine ignited an enchanted flame, the light casting long shadows as he faced down the hordes of demons before him.
"Come on then, you ugly mugs," he taunted, the smirk on his face belying the tension in his stance. "Let's see what you've got."
The demons surged forward, a wave of malice and claws, but Constantine was ready. He chanted an incantation, ancient words of power that echoed through the abyss, and a barrier of blue light erupted from the ground. The demons screeched as they collided with the magical shield, their forms dissolving into ash.
But as Constantine prepared to press his advantage, a strange sensation washed over him. The air shimmered like a heat haze, and the very fabric of reality seemed to warp and twist. He felt a pull, a tug at his soul, and then the world went white.
When his vision cleared, he was no longer in Trigon's realm. The air was still, and it was filled with greenery. It was a familiar place but something feels different. It was New York Central Park.
Dr. Strange: (Opening a portal) By the hoary hosts of Hoggoth, who dares trespass in my domain?
John Constantine: (Lighting a cigarette) Oh, look what we have here. Another one of Trigon's lackeys, I presume? You can tell your boss he's not getting the best of me.
Dr. Strange: (Raising an eyebrow) Trigon? I'm afraid you are mistaken. I am Doctor Stephen Strange, Sorcerer Supreme of this reality. And you are?
John Constantine: (Smirks) John Constantine, mate. Master of the dark arts and a thorn in the side of demons like Trigon. And this ain't your reality, it's Earth 1. So, which Earth did you say you're from?
Dr. Strange: I did not. But it seems we are both victims of circumstance. I am from this Earth, and you are clearly not. (Gestures around) This is my sanctum, and you are?
John Constantine: (Takes a drag) John bloody Constantine. And I was in the middle of kicking some demonic arse before I was rudely interrupted by your light show.
Dr. Strange: (Folds arms) There's no demonic activity here, Mr. Constantine. You've been transported to my world by some mysterious force. Now, if we can cease the hostilities, perhaps we can work together to unravel this mystery.
John Constantine: (Laughs) Work together? With a bloke who looks like he's just stepped out of a Renaissance fair? Tell you what, magician, prove to me you're not some illusion of Trigon's and maybe I'll consider it.
Dr. Strange: (Sighs) Very well. (Casts a spell to show Constantine the Sanctum Sanctorum) Behold the Sanctum Sanctorum, the axis of all realities. Does this look like the work of your demon?
John Constantine: (Looks around, impressed) Alright, you've got some tricks. But if you're really the Sorcerer Supreme, then help me get back to my fight. Or are you too busy polishing your orbs?
Dr. Strange: (Smirks) Polishing orbs is a hobby for another time. Let's find the source of your unexpected journey. Together, we might just stand a chance.
John Constantine: (With a wry smile) So, tell me, Sorcerer Supreme, ever heard of the Justice League? Batman, Superman, Wonder Woman?
Dr. Strange: (Shakes his head) Can't say that I have. They do not exist in my world. Here we have the Avengers, the X-Men, the Fantastic Four.
John Constantine: (Raises an eyebrow) Avengers? Sounds like a second-rate football club. And what's so fantastic about this four?
Dr. Strange: (Chuckles) They are heroes of great power and even greater heart. But it seems our worlds are as different as magic and science.
John Constantine: (Nods) Seems like it. My world's got its own brand of chaos and capes. No shortage of troubles there, either.
Dr. Strange: (Looks thoughtful) Perhaps it is our differences that make our worlds unique. And yet, here we are, brought together by fate.
John Constantine: (Smirks) Fate? I call it a bloody inconvenience. But since we're stuck with each other, might as well get to the bottom of this. and they leaves to santum Santorum.
He glanced around the Sanctum Sanctorum, taking in the relics that held powers he could only guess at. There was a sense of order here, a stark contrast to the chaos of his own world.
"Alright, Doc," Constantine said after their exchange, flicking his cigarette to the ground. "Let's crack this pandora box . But just so we're clear, I'm not the sidekick in this story."
Dr. Strange nodded, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Agreed. Let us begin."
Together, they stepped deeper into the Sanctum, ready to uncover the truth behind Constantine's sudden displacement. Little did they know, their journey would take them across realities, challenging their understanding of magic, power, and the thin veil that separates worlds.

I’ve been thinking about going no contact for a bit now but not sure what to think at the moment. Before my recent story here is some context. I don’t really feel close to my family in general, they are very conservative and somewhat religious (or rather claim to be). I’m liberal and not religious at all. I think they know that somewhat, maybe not the religious part. So it was really hard to connect because we already don’t share the same interests but now they have beliefs that I think could hurt friends and are frankly racist. I don’t think they care about skin color aggressively but more so illegal immigration. But prejudice comes with that no matter how much they deny it.
Now more recent stuff. I’ll be honest that I dread when my mom tries to call me and I try to just ignore it or get around it because she can usually say what she needs to in a text and if I pick up the call it’ll last well over an hour. I never really called often so that makes sense but I don’t want to hear about the same family drama thats being going on for years. Also she’ll bring politics or judge something I do. Like for instance I’ve been getting treatment for ADHD and she said not to take those drugs because they’re dangerous and addictive but shes not a doctor so. She again makes points on our president, how the illegal immigrants (she tries to make a point that its the men only) are bad and ruining things. She recently started her born again christian stage by going back to church and always making excuses in Jesus and God’s name. That stuff I usually scoff off however the next bit made my blood boil for I think the first time.
She is upset that I now have lived in Florida for 3 years and have yet to come back and visit. And yeah I’m not a fan of Florida either but I chose to move here with my GF. My GF wanted to go to school here because it’d be cheaper and I just wanted to get work experience. We both moved after graduating with our bachelors. Now it is insanely expensive to travel back to California and I’m not doing that drive again for a week trip. I’ve told her I’m trying but there is other things I’m saving for. We have a trip planned to Japan with my GF’s family but If I want to go I need to save some money. I’ve never traveled outside the US because I grew up really poor. I also want to save up for an engagement ring. That on top of stuff I want and bills its hard to save.
She has asked numerous times when I’m moving back and I tell her that it depends on where my GF does school, i’ll follow her as i’m not super interested in going back to school but even if I do my major can be done almost anywhere, my GF has to get accepted into a PA school so options are more limited and I’m fine with this arrangement. Our end goal is to settle down in Oregon but where we go along the way is up in the air. She snaps back saying why does it matter what my GF does why don’t you just move back. But I don’t want to. I don’t even want to live close to my mom. Her home smells like cigarettes which gives me anxiety and her place is kind of dirty. If I go back I don’t even want to stay there. She tried to say to have my GF do schooling there in Cali but like its not guaranteed and honestly its my GF’s choice.
In general she was pretty rude about my GF. What made my blood boil was her telling me to give my GF her number incase I get in an accident and she can call them. I said i will after a bit because I said the doctors would probably find her number before my GF’s (That could be a lie idk). But she said I better and that if my girlfriend doesn’t call if i’m in an accident then she would beat her ass. I don’t remember the exact phasing because I got really heated at that. My mom says stuff like that a lot as an expression so I know she won’t act on it but it made my blood boil and almost hung up and blocked right there.
Some other stuff mentioned was about me getting married to my GF now that we have been together for 4 years. I told her I’m working on it but me and my GF have talked about this extensively. She doesn’t wanna get married for a long while since shes in school and has a far way to go before we are stable. She would also like us to have a home before we do so. But my mom wants us to do a backyard wedding essentially with just family. however, my GF is Vietnamese and wants a traditional wedding. I’m down with this and really only care to have some foods I’d like as apart of the course. My mom said that we have a culture too. Bruh, were like white white, no we don’t and you just suggested a backyard wedding essentially. Ive also told my GF i’m fine with a court wedding for now (mostly to get her insurance from my work) and never tell anybody and have a ceremony later on. But if she doesn’t then doesn’t matter. Besides the racist remarks and other life stuff these was my main issues. Of course there is a lot more stuff from growing up but not as bad as this I think.
Now every time my mom messages me my anxiety gets worse than before, i don’t wanna talk to her. She has said racist things and severely lacks empathy for people despite being “Christian.” My GF’s mother is very catholic and even she isn’t like this. Albeit they can be racist too but there is a lot of history there. But again i’m more upset over how controlling she seems to be and won’t let me be. My dad (they aren’t together, never married) never does this and will even send me money for my bday and christmas. I’ll even go out of my way to text him now and then to see how he’s doing because he doesn’t give me this anxiety and has not complained about me being here. He tells me he is proud of me and I’m gunna do great things.
Am I a bad son? My GF says no, what do ya’ll think and advice would be appreciated. I’ve seen a lot of threads but Idk if it related well to me. Sorry if things get confusing at some points, i’m not the best writer but I’ll clarify anything.
EDIT: just remembered something I’d like to mention. My mom said that children are not post to be far from their parents and that she never thought her children would be this far and that it’s not right. I don’t agree and hope my future children don’t think I want to hold them back in any capacity from exploring the world.

Salem County John Doe (New Jersey, 1979) – Genetic Genealogy Testing after Forty-Five Year Mystery
Sometime during the winter of 1978 to 1979, along a rural dirt road, a young man was shot in the face and partially buried in the woods in Quinton Township, New Jersey. Though his body was covered with brush and logs, his left arm and left hip remained exposed, waiting to be discovered. Approximately six months after his death, police were called to the scene by a local resident on the afternoon of June 3, 1979. The man’s body underwent an autopsy, and newspapers featured descriptions of his unfortunate demise and deserted belongings. A facial reconstruction was painstakingly created and distributed, but the man’s identity has remained a mystery for nearly 45 years. Researchers and students at the Ramapo College of New Jersey’s Investigative Genetic Genealogy department have begun analysis of the man’s DNA in the hopes of bringing answers.
Sources differ on the level of trauma inflicted on this John Doe. Some papers indicate that he was shot in the left eye with a “small caliber” or “.22 caliber” bullet, while another suggests that his face was “completed obliterated, apparently by a shotgun blast”. Despite the undeniably poor condition of the remains, police determined the man to be between white, 18-22 years of age, approximately 5’8” tall, and 150 pounds prior to his death. He had straight, medium brown hair, that was 4-6 inches long. He had the following clothing and accessories with him:
• White Madewell brand painters’ pants (without bib) • Brief underwear • Dark blue Lee brand jacker (size small), adorned with a 1” gold colored metal letter ‘R’ on the right and a quarter-inch gold colored cross on the left jacket breast pockets • Michelangelo brand heavy knit V-neck sweater, dark blue or black yoke and sleeves with white body and large buttons no • Red plaid Cotton Poppy brand Indian style print shirt • T-shirt (size 34/36S) • Black Pro Ked brand sneakers (size 8) • Yellow metal 17-inch spiral twist chain necklace • Gray metal 14½-inch chain necklace with decorative gray metal horn ornament (possibly an Italian good luck charm) • Pack of Marlboro cigarettes with the words “Meth” and “Weed” written along one side with some artwork, and the words “Joints” and “Pot” written on the other side • A matchbook decorated with a gold Tolz Realty Co. advertisement
Sources: No 1. Unidentified Wiki: Salem County John Doe (1979) ) 2. NamUS: Unidentified Person/NamUS #UP1526 3. June 3, 1979, Press of Atlantic City (New Jersey): “Shotgun Murder is Probed” 4. June 15, 1979: Courier-Post (Camden, New Jersey): “Police request help to identify victim” 5. June 22, 1979, Press of Atlantic City (New Jersey): “ID on Body Of Slain Man Sought” 6. Ramapo College of New Jersey: Cases in Progress

I'm 28M about to finish grad school, and I Hate Screens I Hate Screens I Hate Screens I Hate Screens.
To expand on this, ever since COVID, I've felt like my life has become centered around screens and I'm sick of it. I need therapy -> Talk into a screen. I go to class -> Talk into a screen. I need to study -> Read Screen. Im at work -> Look at screen. I'm on the metro -> Screens for advertisements. I'm playing with my nephews -> They're obsessed with screens. I want to talk to my mom -> Talk into a screen. I want to go on a date -> Type into screen. I want to hangout with friends -> Organize through screen. I want to go to the doctor -> Organize through screen, I WANT TO ASK FOR HELP ABOUT HOW MANY SCREENS THERE ARE -> TYPE ON SCREEN AAAAAAA
I feel like it's starting to really affect my mental health, and I'm really really scared that after I graduate, my work is most likely going to be looking at a screen for 8 hours.
I have hobbies outside (I run, I hike, I go to the gym, I have a good social life, a couple of girls I hook up with). But all of these things (except running / hiking where I feel most free) revolves around screens.
Anyone else feel this way? Anyone know how to cope with it? Anyone know how to have less screens in my life?
Thanks.

Age: 27 Gender: female Height/weight: 5ft 7in 155 pounds Smoking: marijuana, no cigarettes and no vapes Medications: none
I’ve been experiencing pain in my left side and changes in urine output for 2 years. Here are the tests the doctors did:
-Abdominal-pelvic CT scan (3 doctors looked at the scan and said it was normal) -bladder scan (normal) -Urine dip stick test (normal) -Urine test (normal) -Blood tests (normal)
Symptoms:
-reduced frequency in urinating -yellow urine -left flank pain -eczema
I drink about 6 cups of water a day and I only have to pee about 2-3 times a day. I used to pee about 5 times a day drinking the same amount of liquid I do now. Even if I try to go more my body doesn’t allow it.
I’ve had flank pain on the left side of my back and it started around the same time my changes in urine frequency happened.
My urine is ALWAYS really yellow regardless of how much I drink. I do not drink alcohol.
Also, I’ve had bad eczema since these problems started too.
My doctor doesn’t seem too concerned with it since all my labs keep coming back normal.
Could this be from smoking marijuana? If not then what could it be? Am I just over reacting?

In the sleepy Pelican Town tucked away in Stardew Valley, Ferngill Republic, a bout of something esoteric and inexplicable - magic - draws in a variety of individuals most strange and unusual. Among them, something akin to a paranormal investigator (although he’d swear up and down he’s not the same as “those charlatans”) has followed those trails of arcane and left his own trail of cigarette smoke, coffee and insomnia behind with him.
His forties on his heels, widowed, and not particularly drowning in money with his unstandard career in his shabby apartment, he doesn’t make for a most standard and appealing bachelor. So he thinks, anyway. Work would take priority. Cute doctors only get in the way.

Hi, Cowboy here. It’s been a while since I’ve done this, but I’m a detailed, 3rd person, character-oriented writer, and I’m searching for another person to expand upon the setting of Stardew Valley, treating the supernatural by real world logic, and perhaps giving it a less idealised twist. I mean, there’s ghosts and skeletons in the lower reaches of the mines. Who’s to say we couldn’t dabble into some horror, too?
I would LOVE if you could write Harvey for the character I’m cooking up. There’s a lot of potential with his character that simply hasn’t been tapped into yet, anxiety, him being the only doctor in town... Note that I am interested in a sloooooow burn. And I would also really love if you could send me a writing sample, or some ideas to bounce off of. The prompt has been left vague for mutual collaboration! Let’s make this ours!
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I've spent over a decade slowly taking on more and more responsibility and having all my free time and hobbies evaporate. Letting go of things I like because he doesn't. Not doing something easier (like spaghetti for dinner) because he doesn't like it. But I can survive it day to day. The thing that I don't think I will survive?
This man would be the death of me if I had a severe or longterm illness or disability.
I am pregnant with our 3rd child and have been diagnosed with mild preeclampsia and put on bed rest. It started a couple weeks ago on Sunday evening with a headache. I took my blood pressure and it was 187/106. I tell my husband and he minimizes it. "It's probably just stress". I knew better but I was exhausted and felt like shit. So I went to bed.
Next day my pressure upon waking was 140/90s. I checked it again mid day and it was 160/100. So I called the nurses line and they never called me back.
I called my husband on his way home from work and told him I would need to go to the hospital. "How much is that going to cost us?" Queue the bad attitude. when my husband got home that evening, after he went to his friends house, after I cooked everyone dinner, after I had helped one of the kids shower, put the kids to bed, I told him I had to go. He snapped at me. "Why didn't I just go earlier?" As in take 2 kids to labor and delivery triage so that I would be stuck in a small room trying to entertain and control them, getting my blood pressure checked every 10 minutes trying to bring it down.
I asked if he wanted me to take his car or my truck. If he wanted me to leave the car seats. "Why would you do that?" I left the car seats. Truck wouldn't start. So he had to come out and fix it(the cable to the positive side of one of the batteries was loose). He told me I was dumb for not figuring it out myself in the dark feeling rundown and stressed and then went inside. I drove myself to the hospital 30 mins away.
My BP was 197/100 and stabilized to 165/90s. They gave me medicine and did labs, and NST(baby is good). They admitted me for 24hr urine. I called him at 3am to update him. "You need to call your mother later I don't have any PTO". A lie. He's already committed his PTO to hunting trips so he's technically out in the sense he would have to give up one of them.
I text my mom and sisters who are all concerned. My mom agrees to come to my home to help care for our girls. I get a call later that day from the school because the eldest was having a hard time so I let them know I was in the hospital and that dad had to get her up for the first time. Husband miraculously manages to follow my directions and picks up kiddos medicine at the pharmacy and drop it at the school and add my mom to checkout list.
He brings my girls and mom to the hospital to see me with the short list of things I needed (underwear, hair brush, Tooth brush). He didn't bring me dinner or snacks. He takes the kids out to dinner when he left.
Over the 2 days my BP gets down on bedrest and my protein in urine comes back in 400s. Mild preeclampsia. I'm discharged and drive myself home. Relieve my mom of duty and thank her immensely(eldest behavior report was much better that day). She even cleaned my house some.
Husband gets home, I cook dinner, he asks for sex(I decline). I get kids to bed and go to bed.
Husband doesn't understand bedrest, asks for sex every day(that'll be a no), and is very snappy and rude, hangs with his friend in the evenings, until the Sunday when he is slightly nicer. He denies being mean to me during this time, of course
Monday my doctor puts me on permanent bed rest, follow up with the MFM, and blood pressure medication because my numbers at my appointment were 160/100 and 150/110. I tell my husband. He still doesn't understand bedrest. But he's nicer as he expects nothing to change. It's when things impact him that he starts snapping at me.
And that's what I realize. This is the kind of man who leaves his wife when she has cancer. This is the kind of man who would stress me into a worsening medical condition and death to ensure I'm punished for stressing his life. And that's what his attitude is. He's stressed about the situation so he's making it harder on me as a way to punish me. He minimizes the situation because addressing it, helping and getting care might impact his life or day. He will not make a sacrifice on my behalf. He has to have something in it for him.
Now maybe your thinking he doesn't do well when people are sick or injured. The opposite. He's amazing for his friends or family when they or a loved one is sick or injured. Calling daily to check on them arranging to visit them in the hospital or their home. Seeing if they need anything. Just the other week a friend fractured his neck and he was there for them.
It's just me. It's me who isn't a person or someone to be cared for. I'm a thing that when it's broken he gets frustrated at and blames and takes it out on. The thing that's supposed to make his life easier by bringing in additional income(except he makes 3x as much as i do so i shouldnt forget that), doing all the child care including during my work hours(except he took the kids with him for 2 hrs the other weekend and they all came back grumpy), all the cooking(except he cooked himself breakfast the other weekend and gave the kids some of the bacon) all the chores(except he put away the dishes 3 weeks ago one time), every bath, every bedtime, all the grocery shopping and pharmacy runs(except when he had to go while I was hospitalized), and can I pick up truck parts from Advanced and drop off this drive shaft at one shop and pick up a transfer case at this other shop, and scan in this paperwork. And "no" isnt an acceptable answer. And bedrest isn't really a thing.
I've gotten no support post c section from him the last 2 times. I've been driving myself around basically the day after discharge both times. He went to work while I was still on the mag drip less than 24hrs after birth of my first. His boss and coworkers asked him WTF he was doing. After the 2nd(zero complications planned csection) I was vomiting in recovery and he "needed a cigarette" and was gone for 4 hrs, got himself food brought me nothing. He denies he was gone for that long but by the time he got back I'd already peed in the toilet twice.
But thats not what happened according to him. Just like he denies asking me for sex every day post hospitalization this time around(not 5 mins after he asked for sex, no less.) Denies that I do all the chores because he works on the vehicles. We have 5 running trucks. We do not need 5. But he's trying to sell a couple, for what he thinks is a fair price. He says at least.
He drives me nuts with finances. How can we both not have enough money for pizza 1 night a week but he can buy 2 parts trucks this month. I started making the pizzas myself for the kids. The cost is actuallythe same as takeout. I do personal pan pizzas. He says I should only make mine a half as I don't eat as much and only mine was left over the other week. The week I made pizza hours before being hospitalized and had no appetite post discharge. Apparently it was a waste.

• proverbial mountain of cocaine denim, lots of denim
• old style American Apparel t-shirts, preferably pink
• art degrees from colleges no one has ever heard of
• songs containing the following words: lipstick, sick, baby, cigarettes, OH!/OH-OH!/OH-OH!, WOO! and the phrase “doctor, doctor!”
• sassy dance moves
• questionable sexuality
• sneering
• paper-thin guitar tones
• throbbing bass
• bleepy n’ bloopy whoosh-y sci-fi synths (analog OR digital BABY) that would make Mysterio from Spiderman blush from jealousy
• hi-hat shuffles
• nu-new wave aesthetic
• handclaps every measure
• alternating male & female vocals
• references to multiple types of animals, but mostly “cats” and “bats”
• pronounced vocal style typical of this genre

I've been thinking about posting this for the last week or so and been trying to get my thoughts down because I can't keep this bottled up anymore. I have to say to somewhere, I'm being eaten alive inside not acknowledging this. I don't have anyone to talk to, and even if I did, I wouldn't trust them or feel comfortable enough talking about this. The anonymity of a throwaway account late at night is the only thing giving me the strength to say all this. I do not have anyone in my life I'm close to. I moved in with my parents, but I keep mostly to myself. I see them for dinner, but I'm not around them for much else.
The only friend I can say I have is hundreds of miles away and we only talk sporadically. I have no friends at work, they're colleagues only; the day I stop working there is the last day I talk to them.
I work remotely, so I rarely leave my home anymore. I order as much as I can online to avoid human contact. I use self-checkout lines and drive through windows as much as possible when I do have to go out. I've put less than 3,000 miles on my car in the last 3 years.
Starting in middle school, I was consistently telling my parents that I was depressed and needed help. I got none until there wasn't an option anymore. The warning signs were there in the years prior, but they were either ignored or not seen. I tried to get into therapy and they prevented that from happening. I tried to get on anti-depressants before I even hit high school and they refused because, "blah blah blah you don't need medication," and, "all those pills aren't good for you." I knew I had problems. I knew I was going to get worse without help. I knew I couldn't keep living the way I was. Either out of fear or ignorance, my parents insisted that nothing was wrong with me and it was just a phase. That I should just stop bringing this up and move on. Probably explains my extreme reluctance and aversion to seeking basically any help at all for anything ever.
All of this (and obviously my mental state) lead to years of self harm. I started drinking when I was 12. Moderately at first, but immediately after I graduated high school, I moved out on my own and got drunk almost every day after work. I started smoking cigarettes when I was 16 and continued that habit into my 20s. I wore sweatshirts to school almost every day to cover up the dozens of cuts across my forearms. I wore pants almost every day to cover up the dozens of cuts across my thighs. Almost all the physical scars have faded, but there are still some that remind me of this time. There are still faint criss-cross marks on my shoulders from having cut myself in the same spots repeatedly and not allowing anything to heal for months at a time. There are still one or two marks across my thighs from particularly deep cuts. The worst 3 scars come from me holding a flame to my arm and watching and smelling as I burnt away my own flesh. I don't remember feeling anything physically or emotionally when I did this, just a sense of fear that my parents would smell what I did to myself. These scars have faded somewhat, but I look at them every day.
I got right to the edge of killing myself dozens of times, but failed to fully act. Holding knives to my neck or wrists in the bathtub wishing for the courage to cut myself open and bleed out. Wrapping a belt around my neck, tying that to the door handle, and slumping down trying to choke myself. Tying nooses out of rope in the garage and standing on the ladder under a heavy wooden support beam. Staring at trees along the side of the road and desperately wanting to slam my car into them at 60mph. A single gram more "courage," and I would have followed through.
I was finally forced to get at least some help when I was in high school and I got put on an involuntary psychiatric hold. I was pulled out of class and brought to the office where one cop stood in front of the door preventing me from leaving and another sat beside me leading the conversation with the administrators and my parents. I was brought in a cop car to a county mental health facility for evaluation, then transferred to the juvenile wing of a mental health hospital.
I lied every step of the way through. I lied to the school. I lied to the cops. I lied to the county psychologists. I lied to the hospital psychologists. I lied to my parents. I lied to escape. I lied to try to go home. I lied hoping I wouldn't be forced onto medication and held for weeks in the hospital for further evaluation. I lied myself out of getting help I desperately needed and wanted but was incapable of admitting to and asking for when I finally got an opportunity after literal years of begging for it.
I was released after the mandatory minimum observation period only on the condition that my parents could prove they had aligned psychological resources for me. It came at a raw point for me. I had confided in someone, they were concerned, and I was whisked away to white walls and locked facilities; I couldn't even use the bathroom without some level of supervision.
I couldn't bring myself to trust anyone with the truth, I would just wind up back in a locked room. So I didn't take therapy seriously. I did my absolute best to make sure I didn't have to talk much, that anything I said was generic and lacked any substance, that I tuned out the psychologists words because I wasn't going to cooperate. I'm sure in my mind I was being tricky and smart and manipulating the system. I'm sure they saw right through that facade.
Eventually I locked in with a psychologist that started some longer term care. I was in therapy for almost 10 years total, the final 6-7 with this one. I still had trust issues (still do obviously). At least with this one I finally had enough trust to ask about anti-depressants. I finally had the courage to tell someone the feelings I had surrounding my own identify. I wound up getting scrips through my medical doctor. I took them for maybe 6 months. Everyone around me was a lot happier, and according to them, I was a lot more bearable to be around. I wasn't happy though. I hated it. I felt foggy, like I was watching my life through cloudy glass while someone else was in control. Like the person I was had been caged off, sequestered from existence. But I hadn't made any progress on my underlying issues, and I wasn't going to, so I failed.
I stopped taking all my meds and have never gotten back on anything. I quit going to therapy. It's been over 10 years since then.
I have hated myself every. Single. Day. Since. I am depressed constantly, and feel very few moments of genuine happiness.
I know that I need help. I know I should get back on meds. I know I should seek a therapist and try to work through this. I just can't bring myself to do it. I don't know if I'm trying to punish myself for choosing to live, punishing myself for being "too weak" to kill myself, punish myself for choosing not to take help when it was offered, punish myself for choosing to revert on any progress I was making, or what. But I am punishing myself. Any attempt I make at changing habits is swiftly overridden by my deep seated need to keep myself from getting better. Any thoughts of making human connections are immediately squashed by the voice in my head reminding me that I bring no value to other people's lives. I feel like I'm drowning in my own self-destructive behavior and I don't know how I can bring myself to stop and get the help I need.

M26, 5’10”, 170lbs
I smoke marijuana and cigarettes, drink socially and am on no medications.
Today, I was visiting a friend’s farm house. We were on the porch when a dog (presumably a neighbor’s, as it was groomed and had a collar) showed up. It was very friendly and stayed most of the day. At one point, around 3:00pm, the dog was interacting with my friend’s dog and they got aggressive. I was between them so the new dog lashed out and slightly bit down on my arm. I was wearing long sleeves and I don’t believe the dog broke skin. It didn’t hurt and I didn’t see blood, so I brushed it off.
It is now 1:30am and after a long drive and a shower, I realized that the bite area had swollen a bit. I wouldn’t be surprised if it were just because of the pressure, but I know that we’re working with an unknown dog here. I don’t have health insurance, so seeing a doctor is not at the top of my list, but I also don’t want to ignore this if it is serious.
Thank you in advance!!

I think I have in fact, implanted memories : I've re-watch the movie tonight, and when the iconic Geisha on the masive billboard appeared, she advertised a pill. But I don't remember this. I remember her actually smocking a cigarette and after searching, I could only find her taking a pill over and over again. Except that... I actually found a raw footage of her actually smocking the way I remembered it (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wT3cIV00tR4). How can I reconcile this ?
So, I know Blade Runner had a tumultuous development with multiple cuts. I know the first version I saw was on a old VHS that my dad used to record the movie while it aired on french tv years and years ago. So I had already this problem with the ending of course, but this has been explained countless times.
But...what about this cigarette add ? It's no unicorne. Am I dreaming ? Was it always a pill ?

these last couple of weeks have been so hard. one thing after another. like a series of unfortunate events have played out. i lost my uncle, my older brother ran away, left his two kids with me, been missing work due to the loss of my uncle. struggling to make ends meet, because im comfortable when im just providing for myself and my dogs. now there’s two kids and missing $$ from my paycheck. i’m not okay mentally. i have had to beg for help. people tell me to go to through the state to receive financial aid. HOW? i’m not a legal guardian of these kids. i live in a one bedroom apartment. if i go through the state they’re going to take my nieces away and put them in a foster home. i’m not doing that, i will figure it out one way or another. but let me tell you, ive been hurting mentally. begging for help, asking for money, asking strangers to buy me stuff. this shit hurts. it breaks my heart. but i have to. i have to get through this rough patch and catch up on my bills. i have to put my emotions on the back burner, and literally suck it up. i need to get my ass to work everyday, i need to take the kids to school. i need to make doctor appointments for them and make sure my dogs are fed too. THIS IS HARD. i feel like a failure but i swear i will not let them down. i WILL make this work. i’m actively trying to find a side hustle. i’m staying later when i can. i cant make it to the food banks because im in work the hours that they open. im really good at making flyers and logos but not sure how to advertise that. i used to bartend, i think i can make some money making drinks or even baking. not sure, because everything has start up costs and I DONT HAVE START UP COSTS. i literally need to make something OUT OF NOTHING. what to do what to do what to do.