One of our friend will be married this June. The ceremony will be on Tagaytay and most of us are living on Metro Manila. When she told us, we are so happy that we will be part of her special day. She also said that we are one of the abay’s.
But ang down side is ambagan kami mostly sa lahat. Sa reception airbnb which kasama ang groom and bride. Take note, same same lang ng ambagan na akala ko i co cover nila yung half ng price. It’s kinda expensive tho. Also, the car rent going to tagaytay. And ang last is yung gown ng mga abay eh kami rin magbabayad which cost 3k at kami rin ang mag pi pick up sa divisoria. Aahhh that’s crazy. Sinagot nya lang is make up ng abay’s. And nagagalit pa sya if di kami nag ko coordinate agad.
Everyone are busy and have bills to pay. Bat parang obligado kami mag bayad sa lahat. Gumawa ng isang gc yunh friend namin na nag ra rant ang dami daw babayaran. Lol
Ganto ba talaga pag may ikakasal? Ambagan? 😂

back story: diagnosed by PUK in Nov 2022, started titration March 2023, was automatically discharged in October 2023 because I had ‘left it too long to keep in contact’ with PUK at a particularly challenging time personally/at work. they wouldn’t listen to my appeal. didn’t contact me before the decision to ask what was up (I had literally just been taking my meds, keeping up with the plan, thought nothing was wrong). asked to be referred again November 2023, appointment in March 2024, on the waiting list again.
today I get a letter from my GP to tell me that they, and most if not all GPs in the local area, will not be accepting shared care agreements for ADHD medication. they say this is because of

• supply issues meaning you’d have to change meds regime which they are not equipped to handle
• lack of specialist support for ADHD in the NHS, and they point to the waiting list in Manchester being 7 years currently

their advice is:

• contact PUK
• talk to a GP
• contact the local MH Foundation Trust
• contact the local GP

I’m at a loss. I do not know what to do here and I feel completely helpless and back to the anger and despair I felt when PUK discharged me without notice. I had 6 months (on meds) where I felt like I could see myself having a happier life, benefiting myself and my loved ones. now it feels like that’s out of reach. genuinely don’t know what to do. any advice would be appreciated.

Hello, I really didn’t want to come to this but I’m out of options.
I need major dental work done where I’ll be having all of my broken teeth cut out. It will be split into several surgeries but it’s very expensive. After I have them all removed and I have recovered. I’m also getting dentures made. But sadly I can’t afford to do it. I do work 2 jobs but it’s not enough, after supporting my family, the cost of living, and bills. I just can’t manage to get this procedure done. I’ve tried cutting back but I’m a single father with 3 kids ages 13, 9, and 5.
The medication I’ve been on the past 20-25 years has made my teeth weaken and one by one just started breaking off.
I’ve been putting the surgery off for years now because I can’t afford it. And I’ve always tried to put my kids before me. But the pain is just to unbareible now and then the gum disease from the tooth decay. I’m afraid I can’t wait much longer.
I’ll attach a link with a photo of how bad my teeth are. But if anyone has a weak stomach or doesn’t like to look at gross stuff. I’d recommend not looking at it.
Here’s what’s left of my teeth.
Thank you and I’m very grateful for any help

i have been weight training for a few years, often with male friends. i have no desire to transition medically and definitely wouldn't want to deal with the social expectations placed on men. at the same time, i'm horrendously jealous of atheltic male physiques, especially seeing my male friends progress so much faster than me. every time i see a moderately buff guy in shorts i'm reminded of how skinny my legs are. every time a moderately buff guy is in a tank top i think of how small my shoulders are. and whenever I'm around muscular women I feel so ashamed of my body I just want to curl into a ball and roll away.
unless i hop on gear and make the gym+diet my entire life, i don't know if there's much i can do about how I see myself. i'm focusing on what my body can do in terms of movement and health. I avoid mirrors and try to cover my body when ever I got outside.
I know consistency is key, but if anyone has any advice on dealing with this in the meantime please let me know.

Hello everyone,
I need some advice. Long story short; according to Linecare (medical equipment company) I am not compliant (60% out of 70%). Even though I had valid reasons, they said my new insurance would not cover it so they would need to take my CPAP machine back and start the process all over under this new insurance (new job). I’d have to go see my doctor, get a prescription and do the sleep studies all over again and see if the new insurance would cover it.
My question is, is there a way I can just go ahead and buy a CPAP machine online myself? And if so, who would adjust it to my required setting? When I asked the rep on the phone, she said that I could buy one online but they wouldn’t be able to bill me cause I have medical????? And she didn’t know the answer ti my question.
So, is this true? Would I need to start all over? I know someone who got to keep their CPAP, can’t I just use that one and set it a certain way?
Thank you for your input!

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Last Wednesday I got called by the HR cause someone made a complaint about me, apparently they found me off when I got shocked when there were changes on the projects that I'm almost done working on which is due a few minutes later. Who wouldn't be shocked to know that hours of work you made will be trashed cause there are changes, I wasn't mad or directly blaming them I was just shocked and being honest with what I felt that time. I explained this to the HR and told them that this was just a misunderstanding and if this situation happens again I will control my emotions.
The HR then asked me for a follow up question regarding anything about work since I'm new to the company and I told her that my supervisor, the company stylist became so distant from me. I told HR that I've noticed that my supervisor wasn't interacting, talking, or even sitting next to me since we share an office desk. I told them that during my first day of work she was very engaging, I asked her a lot of questions about the company, the projects, the workers, and the CEO, I actually thought that we will become close because I told her that I'm gay and she told me that she's lesbian and I was glad to know that there is at least one queer person in the office that I can relate with. We shared our dating lives, how she's in a hurry to leave work cause she's meeting someone and wished her good luck, I shared my fashion style, my favourite films to watch and recommend some, and told her that I'm a Taylor Swift fan and my favourite album is "speak now", I even told her that amongst all the supervisors that I've had she was the only one who I get to be close and can relate with.
As time went on and as I worked there she started distancing herself from me, at first I didn't notice it cause I just thought that since she's the stylist she spends most of her days in the lobby where all the stylings and stuff are like for photoshoots, samples, and all... I went to the HR office to report about my requirements and as soon as I opened the door the first person I saw was her working on her mac, I just said maybe since in our office the ac is broken so she went here to have ac while working, but nope I was wrong the next day she was working in our office but on the other side in different department. The following day she reported to the office but she felt ill so she decided to book home instead, I wanted to ask her if she's fine but then I don't want to stress her with questions so I instead let her be and she was absent for the entire week.
The next week really was the one who takes the cake cause I reported to the HR and her (even though I wasn't sure if she's still sick or not anymore cause she wasn't replying or seeing my chats) that I'd be absent for Monday so that I can start working on my medical examination. The next Tuesday I went to work late cause I went to meralco to pay bills and I really thought that I can make it on time hence why I didn't report to both her and HR but I got a viber chat from her asking me if I'm still going to work. As soon as I arrived at work I saw her sitting on our desk and when she saw me she started packing up her stuff to move to the next desk, the "not reporting late" is also one of the complaints about me. I asked her about how she was after her sick leave since she was absent for the entire week and me being a concerned citizen and all she can say"I'm fiiine" with no follow ups. Okay cool then... So I told those things to the HR.
The HR then said maybe I made something that sets her off or she's just too busy with work or maybe I could go and ask her, I responded by saying that I don't want to bring back our previous interactions I just want to know if there could be a resolution for this since I'm a fresh employee I want to build relationships with my co workers especially her since where in the same department (I actually just told this to HR just to show faces but in reality I really don't care what she thinks of me anymore). The following day I saw her taking pictures with our co workers at dismissal and when she saw me leaving and gave my goodbyes she just byed back and never invited me to the group photo, I found it suspicious to why she's having group photos with all the employees without me up until the next day I found out that that was her last day in the company, I saw the group photos in viber and all I can say was "hmmm" does that mean I'm gonna take over her position, I'm not a stylist I'm the GA, I chatted her wishing her good luck ahead and thanking her for training me even though we were together just for 3 weeks and a half. So yuhh... I'm just there to work and whoever her replacement is I hope they can be as less toxic as her. Byeeee...

Am I allowed to refuse to give my dad money?
I (25f) already split rent almost 50% with him and pay for all my own expenses. My dad is constantly asking to borrow a few thousand dollars every other month from me, my mum and my sister. I've started lying to him I don't have money or only have a quarter of what he's asking for. I'm already splitting rent half with him and paying for water bills and covering my own expenses so it makes me mad when he asks to borrow more. He does uber so he is at home most of the time and chooses his own work hours. I've tried finding proper jobs for him but he gets mad and says I don't respect him.

I’m so tired. I have bills that I worry about and slave over trying to get enough petty cash to make it by (and it’s not exactly working) while applying to anything under the sun and struggling because my schedule is crap since I’m a full time student, but I can’t afford to be a part time student or else my tuition won’t be fully covered. I have a $200 textbook I need to get next month. To make matters worse, it’s my mom’s birthday and I really wanted to make it special for her since no one is going to be around to celebrate with us and I can’t and I know she’s feeling hurt by it. And all of this is making me question my faith and I am so tired. I’m tired of hearing it’s going to get better. I’m tired of stressing and worrying and being given all the same advice that I’ve already been doing. I’m so tired my head hurts almost every single day. I’m tired of the guilt and shame I feel for being so strung up about it when I know so many people have it worse than I do. I’m tired of feeling like a stupid loser. I’m tired and I don’t want to do this anymore.

Basically what the title says.
EDIT: i just realized it is the anniversary of my first major episode, so maybe that is contributing to this as well, idk
My fists are clenched so tight during sleeping that my hand (especially fingers) hurt a lot during the day. It is hard to move them in the morning.
I have a lot of stress factors in my life right now (elections, landlord said i need to move out in a month, had to look for another place to stay ASAP, i am facing financial difficulties, i can't see my therapist anymore, my psych only communicates via e-mail so basically i am self-medicating out of necessity (i write her what meds i need and she gives me the prescription and that's all my insurance covers (i only take what worked before, i never ask for anything new))...
Does anyone have any tips on how to stop this??? I mean the sleeping with clenched fists part. I had no idea this was possible and it bothers me a lot. This problem has been going on for several days now.

What if this all is an government cover up that obviously wasn't in the description for students signing in?
Trying to get rid of what's worse, them students that are under the impression they might be smart or these vile teachers like Mrs. Circle, by using the teachers they remove the ones that aren't made for the country, eventually they teachers would kill themselves, so they don't need to send some black operations to clean up the mess teachers can't handle, themselves, cmon, sooner or later they'll kill themselves, they can do that.
And smart students? Perhaps they might be put somewhere isolated on stasis, awaiting recruitment to the army since they could pass all the tests, and potentially survive teachers chasing them, can you imagine Kevin being some kind of medic giving you some syringes in a silence operation?
Theory's rad, but hey, remember fnaf's theories? Let people have bit of fun.

My name is Rory Fars, and my little sister, Lily Fars, is the last family I had left.
A heavy sense of dread settled over me like a suffocating blanket as I sat in the worn leather seat of Lily's old jeep. The car, a relic of our happier days, seemed to groan under our shared sorrow. Beside me, Lily, my best friend, and confidante, absentmindedly twirled a strand of her long, dark hair, which swayed gently in rhythm with the haunting melodies from the oldies station on the radio. This car had seen us through countless joyful journeys when our family was whole. Almost three years had passed since that fateful Christmas trip in Texas when our parents were tragically killed in a horrific multi-car pileup. The memory of their loss was a constant ache, a wound that never fully healed.
My dad was from Amarillo, Texas, so my parents often took trips down there, visiting the places that held so many memories for him. During one of these trips, just before Christmas, a sudden blizzard struck while they were on the freeway. The snow fell in blinding sheets, making the world outside a disorienting white blur. As they tried to slowly pull to the side, their vision obscured by the relentless storm, they never saw the car barreling toward them at least forty miles an hour. The impact was devastating, an abrupt and brutal end to their journey and, in many ways, to our lives as we had known them.
My parents were always sticklers for safety, insisting on seatbelts every time we got in the car. So, of course, they had theirs on during that fateful trip. The initial impact wasn't what killed them, the coroner explained to me. Not even the first hit from behind, which was going at least fifty miles an hour, was fatal. I had to practically shake the information out of him—they were so resistant to tell me anything at first. By the time the third car hit, with an unknown speed, their survival was already in jeopardy. The coroner said that by the fifth car, they were likely dead. But it didn't end there. Another twenty-three vehicles slammed into the back of the pile, each collision further crushing their bodies, reducing them to a horrific, unrecognizable state. Each jarring impact pushed my parents deeper into a gruesome amalgamation of twisted metal and shattered lives.
I don't know why I felt compelled to demand those details at the time, but I deeply regret it now. I wish I had never asked. Almost every night, unless I drink myself into oblivion, I am haunted by nightmares of what they endured. I dream of driving up to save them, only to be caught in the same deadly barrage of cars, ending in a twisted metal tomb for all of us.
Lily is never in those dreams. Even in my most horrific imaginings, I can't envision her being hurt. Lily is my little sister, younger by eight years and three months. Whenever I mention our age difference, I see the judgment in people's eyes, but what can I say? Our parents never stopped loving each other. They had Lily late in life; she became our shared joy, our living reminder of the love that had bound our family together.
Lily wasn't my twin in the literal sense, but ever since she was born, it felt like we shared the inexplicable connection that twins often describe. As she grew up, our bond only deepened—we acted, sounded, and even looked remarkably alike. She became my rock, especially after our parents' tragic deaths. We leaned on each other, cried into each other's shoulders, and somehow found the strength to move forward. We eventually moved in together, finding solace in a two-bedroom apartment that became our sanctuary.
Lily seemed to handle our parents' deaths better than I did, or maybe she was just better at distracting herself with technology. Even before their passing, Lily was addicted to any kind of digital screen she could manipulate. Her ability to navigate the digital world was unmatched; she was the most intelligent person I had ever met. Her intelligence was a beacon of light in the darkness that had enveloped us, a testament to her resilience and brilliance.
After my parents' death, I embarked on a quest to find my spirituality by delving into paranormal investigations. I hoped these pursuits would bring me closer to my parents in the afterlife, spiritual realm, or whatever you want to call it. Instead, it created a chasm between me and any sense of spiritual existence. Each investigation seemed to push me further from the answers I sought, leaving me feeling more isolated and disconnected than ever.
I had hoped that by exploring these paranormal claims, I would discover a way to reach out to my parents and feel their presence again. Yet, as the years have passed, this endeavor has only deepened my loneliness and sense of loss. Despite knowing how detrimental it is to my mental health, I can't bring myself to stop. The hope that the subsequent investigation will be the one that proves the existence of an afterlife and that I'll find a way to contact my parents keeps me going. It's a desperate, unrelenting pursuit for a connection that remains heartbreakingly out of reach.
I should have accepted their death and moved on like any sane person would. Instead, I let my grief fester and dragged my sister and a stranger, Mark, through my obsessive quest for answers. My relentless pursuit of the paranormal didn't just alienate me; it consumed us all, leading to their untimely deaths. My name is Rory Fars, and I am here to confess my side of the story about the missing case of Lily Fars and Mark Lawrence.
This is the truth about how my desperate search for a connection with the afterlife led to a nightmare from which none of us could escape.
To start off, no, Lily was not a student of Mark's who fell in love with him and then got jealous of me hitting on him, leading her to kill him and herself. I know that sounds ridiculous, but given some wild theories circulating online, I need to address this one specifically since it seems to be the most popular.
First and foremost, Mark Lawrence was not, nor has he ever been, a professor at a university. Lily and I met Mark at the Local Museum in Redlin, a town nestled deep in the Appalachian Mountains. He was the curator of an exhibit showcasing the history of Raven's Nest, a forgotten mining town that neither Lily nor I had ever heard of. This is where our story begins, in a place steeped in history and mystery, far removed from the convoluted theories that now cloud the truth.
We were constantly searching for new ideas for our podcast about paranormal claims. Each of our twenty-five episodes so far had concluded with a rational explanation, so when Mark told us about the curse of Harper, I was immediately intrigued.
Mark was an older man, likely in his mid-sixties, with a full head of silver hair and a beard that stubbornly clung to its youthful color, only lightly dusted with grey. He had a presence that commanded attention, and his stories about the curse were delivered with an intensity that drew me in.
On the other hand, Lily was always more interested in the technical aspects of the paranormal. She had her own theories and was determined to debunk every claim we investigated. She wasn't easily swayed by Mark's tales about the curse of Harper, but she was willing to listen and give him a chance to prove himself. Her skeptical mind constantly checked my enthusiasm, and together, we hoped to uncover the truth behind yet another paranormal mystery.
"Hello ladies, care to hear about the mysterious town of Raven's Nest?" Mark asked with theatrical enthusiasm.
Lily and I exchanged a knowing glance, trying to stifle our amusement. Despite our attempts to remain composed, a smirk played at the corners of our lips.
"We're all ears," I replied, my tone laced with a hint of sarcasm.
He sighed, almost as if he was disappointed that we said yes. Taking a deep breath, he seemed to steel himself for the task ahead. "Well, you see," he began, his voice tinged with uncertainty, "in the early twentieth century, a man named Harper Franstein exploited many men and children in the coal mines. By the mid-1920s, he had established his own settlement in a secluded valley, which he dubbed 'The Raven's Nest.' It was never officially recognized as a town, but that's the only name we have to go off of."
I could see the beads of sweat forming on Mark's brow as he struggled to recall every detail. Despite his initial enthusiasm, he now appeared flustered, his confidence waning. Eventually, he resorted to consulting his damp and crumpled notes, a sign of his growing unease.
"Um, anyway, yeah, um," he stuttered, audibly gulping as his nerves got the better of him. Lily couldn't contain her laughter, emitting a snicker that earned us a glare from Mark.
"Hey, just relax," I interjected, trying to diffuse the tension. "We're not here to judge or intimidate you." With a gentle touch on his forearm and a chuckle, I attempted to reassure him, hoping to ease his obvious discomfort.
He paused, sharing a chuckle with me, while Lily struggled to suppress her laughter and eventually excused herself, leaving just Mark and me. Evidently, he felt more at ease with fewer listeners, so he pressed on with his narrative.
"Anyway," he resumed, "Harper held complete control over the town and the mine, and he made sure everyone was acutely aware of that fact. When the disappearances began, he tried to sweep them under the rug, attributing them to anything but his own negligence in mining practices."
"What do you mean by 'negligence in mining practices'?" I interjected, eager to delve deeper into his intriguing tale.
He looked up, clearly pleased by my question. "Yes, exactly," he affirmed. "Harper adhered to a mining technique outlined by Dwight Brunst in the mid to late nineteenth century. This method mandated only one entry and exit point into the mine."
"Wait, so they were forbidden from creating additional exits?" I pressed for clarification.
"Not explicitly," he explained. "The practice advocated for just one entry and exit as it was believed to minimize the risk of cave-ins, at least in theory. However, there were instances where miners, feeling uneasy about this restriction, took matters into their own hands and carved out what they called 'Emergency Exits' for themselves. After about half of the town started going missing, Harper couldn't take criticism about how he responded, but most people say he was losing money quickly and didn't want to live in a world where he was poor. He walked into the mine, never to be seen again, much like the cave's past victims. Visitors report seeing and hearing Harper, trying to get them to leave."
As I stood there, listening to Mark's enthralling narrative, I found myself captivated by the mysterious allure of Raven's Nest. Unable to contain my curiosity, I decided to pose a question.
"So, what does the town look like now?" I inquired, eager to learn more about the present state of this enigmatic place.
Mark's demeanor shifted slightly as he rifled through his notes, a subtle indication that he didn't have a straightforward answer to my query.
"You've never been there?" I asked, my tone softening with genuine curiosity.
He flinched as though my question had struck a nerve. "Shhhhhh... shut up," he demanded, his voice tinged with unease.
Suppressing a chuckle, I leaned in closer and whispered, "Okay, hear me out. My sister Lily and I are investigating paranormal phenomena. Your story about Raven's Nest sounds like the perfect addition to our podcast. What do you say we compensate you for your guidance? Let's say, three hundred bucks?"
He straightened up, contemplating my proposition for a few moments. Without uttering a word, he extended his hand, and I met it halfway with my own, sealing our agreement with a firm handshake.
Our journey to Raven's Nest was no easy feat. Situated a good twenty miles from town and nestled deep within a dense valley. After all of the tight turns, narrow dirt roads, and steep inclines, it took us a grueling two and a half hours to go twenty-something miles, but we finally reached the outskirts of the infamous settlement. As we stood at the edge of the "Nest," anticipation mingled with trepidation, setting the stage for the eerie exploration that lay ahead.
I glanced at my phone; the time read 11:56 pm, signaling the late hour. Sensing the exhaustion weighing heavily, I suggested we catch a few hours of rest in Lily's jeep. Mark, though visibly unsettled, remained silent from the back seat, his arms folded tightly across his chest as he slumped against the window like a sulking child.
Drifting asleep in the passenger seat, I soon found myself ensnared in a nightmare. In my dream, Mark was being dragged away into the darkness, his desperate attempts to claw his way back to safety only resulting in broken fingertips. Despite his struggles, he was powerless against the unseen force pulling him inexorably into the abyss. Suddenly, I was alone, engulfed in utter darkness, my heart pounding with fear as I ran blindly from an unseen terror that seemed to pursue me relentlessly, its malevolent presence palpable but unseen.
I jolted awake, gasping for breath, my heart racing as the remnants of dread lingered in the pit of my stomach. It was morning, and I was struggling to adjust my vision. Lily's frantic but comforting voice broke through the haze of my terror, grounding me in reality. With her comforting embrace, I gradually calmed my racing thoughts, drawing deep, steadying breaths.
As we sat there, enveloped in each other's embrace, Mark approached the driver's side window with an unexpected question, "Alright, what's for breakfast?" His nonchalant tone and casual demeanor were a stark contrast to the harrowing nightmare that had just consumed my thoughts, momentarily dispelling the lingering specter of fear that had haunted my dreams.
Lily and I both look up at him and back at each other as we burst out into laughter.
Amidst our shared laughter, Lily and I exchanged amused glances before turning our attention back to Mark.
"Ha...ha, yeah. No, but seriously, what's for breakfast? Eggs, bacon, toast, at least?" Mark pressed, hoping for a more substantial response.
His earnest inquiry fueled our laughter further, our giggles echoing through the quiet night air. Eventually, we regained our composure and stepped out of the jeep, stretching our limbs after the cramped confines of the vehicle.
Mark awkwardly moves to the side, still waiting for an honest answer. Lily tossed him a granola bar, eliciting a bemused chuckle from him. With a shared understanding, we set off on foot, embarking on the hike into the town.
The path ahead was clear: a single dirt road that wound its way from the abandoned coal mine into the heart of the small settlement. The road, now overgrown and muddy from years of disuse, bore the marks of neglect and isolation. Wary of the treacherous conditions, Lily opted to forgo the risk of getting stuck, steering clear of the decrepit road that likely hadn't seen a traveler in at least half a century.
We parked Lily's jeep at the entrance to both the mine and the town of Raven's Nest, opting to proceed on foot from there. Standing at the mountain's peak, gazing down at the desolate town below, I couldn't help but ponder the history beneath the dilapidated structures. I imagined how this valley must have once been a pristine landscape cherished by the indigenous people who roamed its lush terrain.
"Jesus, this place is more like a shit nest," Mark muttered in disgust, his disdain evident in his tone.
Lily shot me a knowing glance, silently communicating her skepticism toward Mark's assessment of the town.
Deciding to put Mark's knowledge to the test, I casually inquired, "So, what year was this area founded?"
Mark's reaction was almost defensive as if my question had caught him off guard. He hesitated momentarily before fumbling for his note cards in his pocket, a telltale sign that he wasn't as knowledgeable as he let on.
Before he could respond, I interjected with another question, "Mark, how long have you worked at the museum?"
As Mark froze, his gaze locking onto mine like a deer caught in headlights, I watched him closely, waiting for any sign of hesitation or discomfort. My narrowed eyes bore into his, silently urging him to be honest.
Finally, breaking the tense silence, Mark confessed, "Look, this is only my first week. I... I haven't had the greatest time lately, and I really need the extra money. I'm sorry I lied, but I'll help however I can."
I met his gaze unwaveringly, sensing the sincerity in his words. Clearly, he was a man in need of redemption, grappling with his own personal struggles.
"Alright, alright, don't cry too much," I teased lightly, trying to ease the tension. Gesturing towards Lily, who was busy preparing her wireless motion cameras in her backpack, I continued, "Lily and I already figured that was the case. Honestly, we're surprised you agreed to come along."
Mark remained frozen, but the tension seemed to melt away from his expression, replaced by a tentative smile. It was a moment of shared understanding, a silent acknowledgment that he was still welcomed into our expedition despite his initial deception.
"Alright, I have the cams and portable batteries to make sure the cameras and anything we have with power can last," Lily said, her voice brimming with determination.
We began our descent into the town, our hiking boots struggling against the thick, clinging mud produced by the constant light rain and years of disuse. Each step was a battle, the mud threatening to swallow our boots with every move.
After an eternity of trudging through the muck, we finally reached the town's only paved road—the main road. It had taken us only about fifteen minutes to hike down, but navigating the muddy slope had sapped our energy. We paused for a break, taking a few minutes to clean off our boots and catch our breath.
As we rested, I noticed Lily rummaging through her bag with a focused intensity. Curious, I asked, "What are you looking for?"
"I brought five motion-detecting cameras that I want to set up strategically throughout the town," she replied, pulling out one of the cameras. She walked over to the nearest building, a structure that served as a post office, police station, and fire station. She positioned the camera outside the building so it was pointed at the only road leading in and out of the town.
"We need to cover all potential points of interest," she explained, securing the camera in place. "This one will monitor any activity on the main road. We should place the other cameras around key locations like the mine entrance, the town square, and some more intact buildings."
I nodded, appreciating her thoroughness. "Good idea. We need to make sure we capture anything unusual."
Mark, having finally caught his breath, joined us. "Alright, let's get these cameras set up and see what we can find," he said, a hint of excitement in his voice.
"Look," Lily said, turning her tablet screen toward us. She waved her hand in front of the camera she had just placed. The tablet displayed five squares on the interface, each meant to show a feed from one of the cameras. Since Lily had only set up one camera so far, only the bottom right square showed any footage pointed at the road leading out of town. She stopped waving her hand, and the feed went to a blue screen.
"What happened? Did we lose connection?" Mark asked frantically, his eyes wide with concern.
Lily cackled, struggling to contain her amusement. Composing herself, she waved her hand in front of the camera again, and the bottom right square showed her hand waving once more. "It's motion-activated. It's the best way to save on battery life," she explained.
Mark seemed to relax, though he was still catching his breath after the brief panic.
I glanced at my watch, noting the time. "It's 8:30. We're behind schedule. If you want to place the rest of your cameras, we better move now," I said, walking down the street.
Lily immediately got up and followed me, with Mark struggling to keep pace behind us. We reached the market building, and Lily positioned her second camera on the side of the road, pointing up at the market.
It's not much longer before we make it to the Town Hall. I suggest Lily place a camera nearby. She nods and heads into a building across from the Town Hall labeled, "Slaughterhouse: LOCAL ANIMALS ONLY."
As Lily explores the building to find an adequate spot for the camera, I wait for Mark to catch up. While I wait, I can't help but imagine this town in its prime, picturing the streets filled with families who loved each other.
My thoughts are abruptly cut off by a sound echoing in the distance—a roar unlike any I've ever heard. It was a mix of a human screaming in pain, the roar of a lion, and, near the end, the howl of a wolf. The chilling sound sent shivers down my spine.
I jump to my feet and immediately call out, "Lily, you okay?"
There's no response from Lily, but I'm interrupted by Mark finally catching up, panting heavily.
"Holy... shit... did you... hear that?" Mark said frantically between breaths.
"Yeah, we have to find Lily," I say, bolting into the slaughterhouse. I glance back to see Mark bracing himself on the steps of the Town Hall, struggling to keep up.
As I enter the building, the stench of rotting flesh hits me like a wave, causing me to gag. The smell is too fresh to be decades old.
"Lily? Lily, where are you?" I yell, using my shirt to shield my nose from the overwhelming odor.
"Rory, I'm in here!" I hear Lily yell from a room two doors down. I pass the first door, peeking in to ensure I hadn't misheard, but I wish I hadn't looked.
Inside the first room, I catch a glimpse of what appears to be a pile of animal carcasses, their decayed bodies arranged in a grotesque display. The sight is horrifying, the flesh still disturbingly fresh. The bile rises in my throat, but I force myself to focus on finding Lily.
I rush to the room where her voice came from, pushing the door open. Lily is there, setting up the camera, seemingly oblivious to the horror in the adjacent room. Relief floods through me as I see she's safe.
"Lily, did you hear that roar?" I ask, trying to keep my voice steady.
"Yeah, I heard it," she replies, her eyes wide with concern. "I was just finishing up here. Let's get back to Mark and figure out what that was." She had placed the camera in a window, pointing directly at the Town Hall.
We hurry back outside, where Mark still catches his breath as we meet between the buildings. "We need to stay together from now on," I say firmly, looking at both of them. "Whatever that noise was, it's not something we want to face alone."
"Let's check out the Town Hall!" Mark says excitedly as he slowly clambers through a broken window.
"Did he not just hear what I said?" I mutter under my breath, shaking my head in disbelief.
Lily gives me a shrug, her eyes reflecting a mix of amusement and exasperation. "Guess we're heading into the Town Hall then," she says, adjusting her backpack and walking towards the broken window.
I sigh and follow suit, hoisting myself up and carefully maneuvering through the jagged glass. Inside, the air is musty, filled with the scent of old paper and decaying wood. Dust motes float lazily in the beams of sunlight streaming through the cracked windows.
The main hall is vast and eerily silent, with rows of empty chairs facing a stage draped in tattered curtains. The walls are lined with faded portraits and yellowed maps of the town, remnants of a time when this place was alive and bustling.
Mark is already at the front, examining a large, decrepit desk. "Look at this," he says, his voice echoing in the empty space. "It's like stepping back in time."
I walk over, glancing at the old papers scattered across the desk. Most are mundane—meeting minutes, maintenance logs—but one catches my eye. It's a letter dated June 1925, addressed to Harper Franstein.
"Harper, the disappearances are becoming more frequent. The townsfolk are getting restless, and I fear they may take matters into their own hands if we don't act soon. We need to find out what's causing this before it's too late."
I read the letter aloud, and the room fell silent. "Sounds like things were getting pretty tense," Lily remarks, her voice subdued.
As I'm distracted by the time capsule in front of us, Mark sneaks off.
I'm not sure how long it was before she noticed, but I saw Lily looking around before saying, "Where the hell did Mark go?" breaking me out of my trance.
I look around, turning my head in all directions, and shrug at Lily. I hear shuffling in the second room down the hall, so I slowly walk toward it.
"Mark?" I call out.
Just then, a loud crash reverberates through the building, making it sound like the whole place was about to come down.
We run in and see Mark struggling to keep himself from falling into a giant hole that must've broken under his weight. Trying not to laugh, I glance at Lily. We help him up as he dramatically falls onto his back, wheezing as he catches his breath.
Lily and I can't contain our laughter anymore as we bust out laughing hard. Startled by our sudden outburst, Mark jumps in fear. He looks around, confused for a few seconds, before realizing that we are laughing at him.
"Jesus, thanks, I guess," he says, clearly thankful but annoyed by our reaction.
After we contained ourselves, we headed back outside, exiting through the window Mark entered through. He struggles to climb out, but after Lily gives him a hand, he is safely out of the Town Hall.
"Alright, Ror, where should we put the next camera?" Lily asks me.
I stop to think momentarily, trying to picture the town's layout. "I think the only place left is the neighborhood," I respond confidently. I always talk like that with Lily. Over the years, I've realized she is the only person I can have that much confidence around. With anyone else, I'm worried about saying something stupid or wrong or how they'll view me, but with my sister, everything is easy.
As I look at the replica map of the town in its heyday from the museum, I determine that the neighborhood is to the East. "Okay, looks like we head East past the Library. Let's go." I say, walking away.
It only takes about eight minutes to get to the long strip of road that housed the town's workers. According to the map, there were fifteen houses along this strip of road.
The houses stand eerily silent, their wooden frames weathered and decayed by time. We walk down the road, our footsteps crunching on the gravel and echoing in the stillness. The air feels heavier here like the past is watching us, waiting to reveal its secrets.
"Let's put the last cameras on that house at the end of the road," I suggest, pointing to a house that looks slightly less dilapidated than the others, "another one at the last house on the other side, and the last we can save for a spot you choose."
Lily nods and heads toward the first house, pulling another camera from her backpack. She sets it up on the porch, positioning it to capture the entire street, and does the same in the opposite house. As I stand with Mark breathing hard, still unable to catch his breath since we first got here, I can't shake the feeling that we're being watched. I glance around nervously but see nothing out of the ordinary.
"All set," Lily says, breaking my reverie, "Still no ideas for the last cam?" Lily asks me.
"Like I said, wherever you think it would be best. I feel like we have enough good spots and angles, so go wild with that one," I told her.
She smirked and kept walking next to me. Mark was still struggling behind, but after the town hall mishap, he was trying his best to keep up. I looked at my watch, and it read '12:30 pm'.
"Holy shit, it's already 12:30," I said in amazement, but no one else seemed fazed. It felt like we'd only been here thirty minutes, not almost four hours.
We walked back down the street. Lily and I had been discussing on the walk that she should put the last camera at the town's only stoplight in front of the Library.
As we made our way to it, I could have sworn I was seeing something moving fast past my vision in the corner of my eye. Every time I turned to look, it was gone. I chalked it up to being my imagination until Lily and Mark both experienced the same thing.
"What the fuck was that?" Mark asked as he ducked, bracing for something terrible to happen. Lily and I looked back at him and then at each other as we shrugged. It was after that that I started seeing things, too.
I confided in Lily about the unsettling visions and sounds, and she admitted she had experienced the same phenomena but had kept quiet, fearing Mark would dismiss her as paranoid.
"Well, it's probably just a cat or something," I said, attempting to downplay the situation, but neither seemed convinced.
We continued our trek, and I noticed that the more we walked, the more frequently I caught fleeting glimpses of movement in my peripheral vision. It was beginning to grate on my nerves.
Finally, we reached the light in front of the Library. As Lily mounted the camera, I felt a sense of satisfaction. We were making good progress, and it seemed like a suitable moment to start exploring the town more freely. We decided to split up and cover different sections of the town.
"Wait, we have to go alone? Why can't we stay together like you said?" Mark asked frantically, but Lily and I ignored him as we headed in separate directions. He continued to protest, but we paid him no mind. Eventually, I was either far enough away to not hear him anymore, or he had given up. Either way, I was happy to enjoy the eerie silence of the town.
As I wandered, the stillness of Raven's Nest enveloped me. With its decrepit buildings and overgrown streets, the town exuded an unsettling charm. It was as if I had stepped into a forgotten world, a place frozen in time with secrets waiting to be unearthed. The ambiance reminded me of an amusement park's haunted town section—artificially eerie yet irresistibly intriguing. Despite the creepiness, the mysterious vibe of the town kept me engaged and eager to explore its hidden corners.
I glanced at my watch again, only to find the time glaring back at me: 3:19 pm. It couldn't be right. There was no way it had been that long since I last checked. Panic seized me, and I called out for Lily, my voice tinged with urgency. She appeared beside me in a matter of minutes, her expression mirroring my concern.
"What's up, Ror? You okay?" she asked, her voice laced with worry.
"How long would you say it's been since you put the last camera down?" I inquired, my heart pounding in my chest.
Lily's brow furrowed as she struggled to come up with an answer. "Uh, I don't know, thirty minutes?" she hazarded a guess.
I held up my watch, displaying the time: 3:20 pm. Lily fell silent, her eyes widening in disbelief. She was never great with time, but missing almost three hours of our memory was unprecedented.
"There's no way. Your watch must be—" Lily began, her voice trailing off as she checked her own watch, only to freeze in shock when she found it displayed the same time as mine.
"Lil, something is going on," I stated, my voice tight and apprehensive. I glanced up at the sky, my stomach churning as I noticed the clouds darkening and rolling in from all sides of the valley.
The sky closed rapidly, ominous clouds obscuring the sun as thunder rumbled ominously against the mountains.
"Mark? Mark, where are—" I began to call out, but before I could finish, Mark emerged from behind a wall, appearing as if he'd been too frightened to venture far on his own.
"We have to get inside!" Mark exclaimed urgently, his voice tinged with fear.

This is an extremely difficult to explain story so in just a single post, but I'll try. My wife's son seemingly had a history of ADHD, depression and possibly concussive related psych issues. (Not officially diagnosed). My wife and I had a daughter and after her birth he started going downhill. He alleged that his biological dad sexually abused him and there did seem to be some merit to that claim but every time he got somewhere with therapists he would ruin it somehow. He caused many scenes in our home destroying things claiming it was an accident or he doesn't know what happened. It seemed as if he was trying to have us push him away but eventually these actions got so severe we had to do just that.
He eventually said that he was having what he described to be unwanted sexual thoughts of kids including our then 7 year old daughter. His tantrums were much more dramatic (he was early 20 at this time). He demanded to be taken to psych hospitals where he stayed several times. He claimed the kids thoughts were more out of control than ever and it was regarding every child now. He wound up seeing a forensic psychologist who said these were not unwanted thoughts and he was placed in a group home. Shortly after this we found out he left the group home disappearing completely.
It was nearly a year til we found out he had gone to work at a ranch in COL where ironically kids attended and he was reportedly a great employee and had seemingly no psych issues. We were horrified because he had made such scenes that he could not be around children that before he was put in the group home the agency helping him suggested we be on a schedule so our daughter would not use bathroom at same times he would. We felt trapped in our own homes.
When we reached out to see what was going on and how he was suddenly better (seeing as we were still receiving medical bills for him and he had claimed he was completely incapacitated before moving). No sooner than we reached out he had left the ranch and was missing for another year in which he found a girl online and moved to NC to live with a girl and her family. When we finally discovered his location (no thanks to legit identity.. he used fake names on social media) we went to NC to find him and get answers.
At that time I wanted justice for what he put us through at the time in Ohio. The torture of constant stories seeing as he had no issues seemingly with children any longer based on where he had worked. We found him and it was with great shock to the girlfriends family. He wanted to keep her from finding out about his past in Ohio so he painted myself and his mom as bad people. He admitted to her when we showed up that this was a lie. However he told us they had recently broke up. It was at that time that the girlfriend began talking to us and told us he had raped her multiple times and injured her during the course of their relationship.
Here is the problem.. the story this girlfriend has said is completely crazy but the police are investigating it and because of step sons previous actions and crazy behavior (he has literally written documents that police know about that say all he thinks about is rape) he is guilty based on circumstances evidence alone. His mother (my wife) has become very sympathetic to his current situation and it has fast tracked him right past addressing what horrible things he said, did regarding the past.. I am still very angry and part of me wants justice yet I have no idea what that would be and if that would just be damning to him with other issues in NC. I am quite sure that is a story that is not true and both him and this girl both have psych issues unresolved.
As for the fact that he claims our daughter was "the one" he obsessed about daily. He says he was just trying to self destruct with us and force me to "kill him". His stories however were extremely detailed. On one occasion we went to a sporting event in city and he said because we took him to this event he was exposed to so many kids who he began imagining uncontrollable naked. He blamed us for these instances which in turn filled us with great guilt and suffering. I can't even begin to describe how hard this time was and the stories he would say. He would admit to crazy sex acts on himself in one case running into our kitchen screaming he used a light bulb on himself to simulate rape to see if he could remember anything.
My question is what would anyone do in this case? Forget what he said and did and the hell you went through? If what he is claiming is true he sexualized our daughter for the sake of attention and getting us to hate him not to mention the random kids he claimed we caused him to "look at". He admitted to random other things including these feelings at psych hospitals before leaving town. He admitted to masturbation everywhere he went in bathrooms and even in class as an 18 year old up until 20 year old at work. If anyone has any suggestion please feel free to voice it because I'm at a major loss. (And have been for some time!!)

I apologize if this is formatted incorrectly. This is my first time posting on Reddit, and I’m writing on mobile.
I’ll attempt to keep this as succinct as possible, though there’s admittedly a lot of ground to cover.
In the latter half of 2021, my then 17-year-old now 20-year-old daughter began developing what we now know to be an eating disorder. The origins and specific cause remain unclear, though it occurred around the time her twin sister moved back to live with her mother and my mother’s (her grandmother’s) health began declining, resulting in her being placed in a nursing facility.
To provide some brief context, my daughter’s struggles with her mental well-being began around the age of seven when her mother had an affair, which consequently led to our divorce. Her mental health took a significant nosedive at the age of 11, during which her mother’s boyfriend began abusing her. From what she recounts, the abuse she endured was often verbal and emotional, though unfortunately physical at times too. Her mother’s relationship with him ended when she was 16.
Despite her intelligence, she struggled greatly in the various schools she attended due to her struggles to make friends . She moved to five schools but never quite adjusted to any of them. As a consequence of her fleeting, disjointed schooling, no friendships stuck, and she hasn’t had a companion since the age of 10. She is presently unemployed, terribly mentally ill, and utterly unstable. She is completely inept at socializing and suffers from bouts of chronic nausea, which further dissuades her from going out, having done so only twice this year, and only ever in the safety of my car where she can’t be seen.
Regarding the eating disorder, it’s a terribly convoluted story, but I’ll attempt to explain it to the best of my ability. I believe it began with the desire to lose a little weight but swiftly transmogrified into what it is today—a monster. After witnessing the hysterics and despair my daughter experienced after succumbing to an eating episode (which would invariably end in bouts of self-harm), I took the liberty of installing a lock on the pantry after she requested I do so. However, she found ways to bypass this, and her binge eating prevailed. I hid our food within my van, but her binge eating prevailed. I even began hiding the food in an entirely different house, and she still managed to binge. Every effort I have made has inevitably resulted in failure.
Because of the frequency and caloric content of her binges, she developed a fear of gaining weight. She shared with me that she initially abused laxatives but accidentally took an overdose, which turned her off the idea. She often attempts to “make up” or account for her binges so her weekly calorie average remains where she wants it to be. However, when she binges so immensely and can’t account for it in the allotted time, she’ll go completely off the rails and use brute force to try and open the locked pantry to continue binging for what remains of the week. If that doesn’t work, she has on multiple occasions to used money (which I have since taken away). If that doesn’t work, she seems to completely dissociate and convince me to open it, lamenting that it will all be fine. The aftermath is never pretty, and after ingesting an excess of 6000 calories, she’ll inevitably self-harm or haphazardly cut her hair or both . It’s purely maniacal and involves a lot of wailing .
Regarding her stats, her starting weight in 2021 was 55-58 kg, and presently she’s 39-40 kg, which puts her BMI at 13-14, I believe though it is climbing up recently . Her pre-existing social anxiety is crippling and it has wholly consumed her , she has also threatened on multiple occasions to take her life after binge eating and I’m terrified that one day she really will. Due to the unpredictable nature of her anxiety and apparent shame and utter despair after binge eating, she isolates herself. Her supposed ways to account for binging/coping mechanisms are failing, and she has begun gaining weight . As a consequence, she has not been able to attend medical appointments or the recommended tests (ECG, blood work).
She remains resolute in staying indoors and even refuses to converse with her twin when she visits. After I accidentally left the door open today, she began binge eating uncontrollably. Her binges are growing increasingly calorie-dense and uncontrollable. I feel dreadful. There’s so much more nuance to comment on and much more to say, but the post would be impossibly long.
What once was her eating disorder has become our eating disorder. I have to constantly prevent her from harming herself , it’s exhausting . She’s lost control, and I’m at a loss for what to do now. I’m desperate to help, yet all my efforts are futile. I’m so terrified of losing her. I cannot possibly convey how desperate the situation is , she has been this way for years and she’s getting worse .It’s just me and her. What am I to do?

Disclaimer: If you are a dirty follower of the Preservation or the Destruction, I would kindly ask you to go away as we don't need hateful people in this safe space. Slander of the King won't be accepted here and if it is detected, True Stings will be send to your location.
Now, why is the Propagation the Best Path in comparasion to the other uglier ones (Specially the Preservation and Destruction, horrible path if I am being honest, you could not caught me workshipping a naked man and a rock with arms)? Well, there is many reasons for it!
First of all, the Propagation followers will always be there! You will never have a moment alone while you and your comrades go on and ea- negociate with other planets for food resources! After all, the more, the merrier!
Second, you are promises by the King themselves that you won't die alone! One of the biggest fears of every living being capable of complex thought is dying completely alone, but with the Propagation? The King promises you that in your last moments your comrades would be there to accompany you! Making you feel better as you leave the living world!
Third and most importantly, you will become a cool beetle! You would be able to fly and reproduce asexually as much as you wish! And you will be very scary! So scary that no mean person would ever try to attack you to get rewards from a computer simulation!
Well, what are you waiting to be part of this great family that is the Swarm? All you need to do is let a True Sting eat yo- guide you! Yes, guide you to the King and they will give you the blessing of the Propagation.
[The Swarm is not responsable for any physical, mental, emotional and wind damage that you would suffer. In case of any damage taken, the Swarm is completely innocent and they won't be paying any medical bills.
The Swarm is not responsable if they destroyed your planet, any attempt of suing would be met with the death threat consisting of a grouoe of Lesser Sting ranging to three to five individuals which will pursue you until they die or you die via decapitation with their massive jaws and a countersue for the summation of one million, five hundred thousand credits].

Hello!
In March of this year my dog and I were harmed from another dog attacking. After the fight was split up I notified my landlord and animal control to have the dog removed. I took my dog to the vet and myself to the doctor. I’ve now racked up a bill that I don’t want to pay for.
I am needing to charge this lady for the medical bills however she has since moved away, I do not know her address. Only her name. What do you do in this situation? Ideally I’d like to make contact and her be in her right mind and pay the costs but according to a FB post of hers her dog is just a poor baby that was only protecting her (how?? As my dog was just taking a poo??!) so I imagine I will have a hard time with her seeing it’s her responsibility. Is this something I need to take to small claims? And if so, what’s the cost for something like that?

This post sucks to write.
My boyfriend is my first real love, I’ve had casual flings and “exes” in the past who have never given me the amount of attention and love my boyfriend has. He’s planned amazing dates and been there for me for a lot, however we haven’t been together for longer than 9 months. We’ve made serious plans about marriage and seeing a potential future with each other.
He is about to graduate as a full time active duty Marine. That means we have been apart for two, going on three months, with no contact other than two letters. He has written me more than he’s written his parents or anything else, and he has been very successful during bootcamp, winning drill competitions, promoted to the guide of his platoon, doing phenomenal on his physical tests, etc. We met at the same recruiting center before I told him I decided I was going to go army, which was okay with him, however we quickly realized that we would never get stationed together if I was full time active duty.
We both agreed we would follow each other wherever we went, made retirement plans and all, however, he says he wanted to wait a year or two before marrying me to “see if it lasts”. We have great chemistry, he’s already seen my best and worst, he’s seen that I am a self sufficient provider for myself paying my own bills and working full time, and says he’s very proud of me.
I know I want to be with him forever, but I feel that he needs to decide whether he is going to marry me or not when he gets home so that I can know whether or not to enlist in the reserves or full time active duty and not put all my future eggs in a basket for someone that is unsure of me. The only reason I would go to the reserves is so that I could live wherever he is stationed, we would get free housing if we are married, and I would be able to work part time while also tending to our home comfort, cooking, cleaning etc. Otherwise, I would be full time active duty so that I could get my own housing and other benefits situated without having to accommodate being in the same place as a partner.
When he gets home, he will only be here for 10 days. I want to enjoy my time with him and love him as I always have, but I’m fearful of displaying affection and intimacy to someone who isn’t going to be around me for long as our relationship may come to an end.
How do I prepare for this or handle this situation? Is it really as simple as having a conversation and ripping the bandage off? How long do I wait to have this conversation, and how should I go about bringing it up, tone and all? I want to marry him I don’t want to go years of dating and searching when I feel I’ve found my person. If he rejects me, should I just enjoy our final moments before parting ways forever, or do I just cut it off right away? I love him.
TLDR; my boyfriend wants to wait a year or two of long distance before marrying me and it is holding up my career path, and he only comes home for 10 days, I don’t know how to discuss it

This is a reupload. I decided to delete the original post after discovering some old notes.
Reading all psalms, the method. Method used by Christians and Jews from all over the world. A great and powerful meditation with psalms.
Small story
The time when I discovered this method I did not know anything about prayer rules and had just completed a few cover to cover bible readings. This method laid the much needed foundation for hesychasm which I started practicing later on.
At first I was experimenting with the psalms by reading the same ones over and over again, sometimes read half of the psalms or the entire thing. What surprised me a lot was the amazing spiritual state that I got after reading the whole book. I compared the effects of reading random psalms with the full reading and the full reading far exceeded all other methods. Much higher spiritual effects, special states of mind, greater connection with divine. I added the whole psalm reading to my daily schedule and every morning completed a round, this took about 3 hours. The spiritual effects began to increase and the readings gave me stronger overall effects.
The effects got stronger and multiplied over and over again during some 100-300 readings. I figured that there has to be more to it and sometimes read the whole book twice, every morning and every evening. The readings now took about 2 hours. The more you read the faster you become but don't try to be too fast, you have to pay attention to the words! Now this new "prayer rule" felt incredibly hot, and quite overwhelming. The spiritual effects multiplied and reached a point where I felt like I could not continue, simply too much per day. I decided to do additional rounds every now and then. Sometimes read them through multiple times.
Reading all psalms
You need a bible of your choice, with a decent font size. A quiet place to read them. Start from the first and end with the last. After reading praise the Lord, show some gratitude and state your requests.
The more consecutive days this is done, the better the effects. Your connection to divine will start to increase in a rapid way.
The effects are very hot, it feels like blazing fire goes through you, heating up everything that stands in its path.
The reading is used by monastics and Jewish people, to increase spirituality and to have prayers and petitions answered. This method is very good.
What happens? The psalms raise and bring in a massive quantity of energy, you might not feel it so well right away but give it some time, eventually you will develop these senses. It may take a hundred readings, maybe more. Consistency, dedication and devotion are very important. You should do something daily.
If the reading is too much and spiritually you cannot handle it so well yet, then start by reading one of the psalm books per day, psalm book is divided into 5 "books". Book 1 (Psalms 1–41) Book 2 (Psalms 42–72) Book 3 (Psalms 73–89) Book 4 (Psalms 90–106) Book 5 (Psalms 107–150). Read one per day, either every morning or every evening.
There may be side effects such as feeling overloaded, slightly aggressive, irritated and there can be headaches. This is because you process an enormous amount of grace of god, energy. You have to find your own pace, know the limits, know yourself, gradually increase the numbers.
Now I stated earlier that it built a great foundation for hesychasm. How did my experience with the psalms help me? The whole bible is hot but certain parts of it have stronger effects, Torah, psalms, gospels and the letters. I've noticed that the psalms and gospels give the best effects. By working a lot with something as hot as the psalms you get more used to the grace of god thus moving on to hesychasm is much easier. Still, hesychasm is a much different topic and I will discuss it in a different post. I've already written a small guide.
Additional information
You can add your prayer requests after doing the reading, pray for what you want and need. Many people choose not to ask for anything as the Lord already knows what we need and want. You may however add your requests. The psalm method is very powerful for getting answers to prayers.
You can pray for yourself and for others. The formula is simple, use the Orthodox baptislam name or full name of the person. Jewish people use the name and also the name of mother.
It is best to do the reading without breaking it, so everything in a single go. Opinions differ, some think it is very important to read all at once and others consider taking a break in between to be fine. You can even split it and read half of them in the morning and the rest later. You may split it into 3 4 or even 5 sessions.
Psalm reading is often used to pray for finding work, friends, partner, health, children, wealth, spiritual reasons and much more.

This post sucks to write.
My boyfriend is my first real love, I’ve had casual flings and “exes” in the past who have never given me the amount of attention and love my boyfriend has. He’s planned amazing dates and been there for me for a lot, however we haven’t been together for longer than 9 months. We’ve made serious plans about marriage and seeing a potential future with each other.
He is about to graduate as a full time active duty Marine. That means we have been apart for two, going on three months, with no contact other than two letters. He has written me more than he’s written his parents or anything else, and he has been very successful during bootcamp, winning drill competitions, promoted to the guide of his platoon, doing phenomenal on his physical tests, etc. We met at the same recruiting center before I told him I decided I was going to go army, which was okay with him, however we quickly realized that we would never get stationed together if I was full time active duty.
We both agreed we would follow each other wherever we went, made retirement plans and all, however, he says he wanted to wait a year or two before marrying me to “see if it lasts”. We have great chemistry, he’s already seen my best and worst, he’s seen that I am a self sufficient provider for myself paying my own bills and working full time, and says he’s very proud of me.
I know I want to be with him forever, but I feel that he needs to decide whether he is going to marry me or not when he gets home so that I can know whether or not to enlist in the reserves or full time active duty and not put all my future eggs in a basket for someone that is unsure of me. The only reason I would go to the reserves is so that I could live wherever he is stationed, we would get free housing if we are married, and I would be able to work part time while also tending to our home comfort, cooking, cleaning etc. Otherwise, I would be full time active duty so that I could get my own housing and other benefits situated without having to accommodate being in the same place as a partner.
When he gets home, he will only be here for 10 days. I want to enjoy my time with him and love him as I always have, but I’m fearful of displaying affection and intimacy to someone who isn’t going to be around me for long as our relationship may come to an end.
How do I prepare for this or handle this situation? Is it really as simple as having a conversation and ripping the bandage off? How long do I wait to have this conversation, and how should I go about bringing it up, tone and all? I want to marry him I don’t want to go years of dating and searching when I feel I’ve found my person. If he rejects me, should I just enjoy our final moments before parting ways forever, or do I just cut it off right away? I love him.
TLDR; my boyfriend wants to wait a year or two of long distance before marrying me and it is holding up my career path, and he only comes home for 10 days, I don’t know how to discuss it

This post sucks to write.
My boyfriend is my first real love, I’ve had casual flings and “exes” in the past who have never given me the amount of attention and love my boyfriend has. He’s planned amazing dates and been there for me for a lot, however we haven’t been together for longer than 9 months. We’ve made serious plans about marriage and seeing a potential future with each other.
He is about to graduate as a full time active duty Marine. That means we have been apart for two, going on three months, with no contact other than two letters. He has written me more than he’s written his parents or anything else, and he has been very successful during bootcamp, winning drill competitions, promoted to the guide of his platoon, doing phenomenal on his physical tests, etc. We met at the same recruiting center before I told him I decided I was going to go army, which was okay with him, however we quickly realized that we would never get stationed together if I was full time active duty.
We both agreed we would follow each other wherever we went, made retirement plans and all, however, he says he wanted to wait a year or two before marrying me to “see if it lasts”. We have great chemistry, he’s already seen my best and worst, he’s seen that I am a self sufficient provider for myself paying my own bills and working full time, and says he’s very proud of me.
I know I want to be with him forever, but I feel that he needs to decide whether he is going to marry me or not when he gets home so that I can know whether or not to enlist in the reserves or full time active duty and not put all my future eggs in a basket for someone that is unsure of me. The only reason I would go to the reserves is so that I could live wherever he is stationed, we would get free housing if we are married, and I would be able to work part time while also tending to our home comfort, cooking, cleaning etc. Otherwise, I would be full time active duty so that I could get my own housing and other benefits situated without having to accommodate being in the same place as a partner.
When he gets home, he will only be here for 10 days. I want to enjoy my time with him and love him as I always have, but I’m fearful of displaying affection and intimacy to someone who isn’t going to be around me for long as our relationship may come to an end.
How do I prepare for this or handle this situation? Is it really as simple as having a conversation and ripping the bandage off? How long do I wait to have this conversation, and how should I go about bringing it up, tone and all? I want to marry him I don’t want to go years of dating and searching when I feel I’ve found my person. If he rejects me, should I just enjoy our final moments before parting ways forever, or do I just cut it off right away? I love him.
TLDR; my boyfriend wants to wait a year or two of long distance before marrying me and it is holding up my career path, and he only comes home for 10 days, I don’t know how to discuss it