Stopping cymbalta 3 days

I've been dealing with prolonged, trauma-induced psychosis now for about 3 years. I have mostly outer-voices, some inner-voices, intrusive thoughts and thought broadcasting. I cope with reusable earplugs. I'm pretty darn functional now, all considering. I'll get a bad day or days here or there, where I just lay down, repeatedly tell myself nobody can hear my thoughts and (hopefully) pass out for a few hours.
I've been toying with the idea of getting back into the workforce, as I'm on a notoriously paltry disability rate now and have gone into collections. I really want to work so that I can pay the fee for bankruptcy and start over again. I feel like I could do it if I had an anti-psychotic that I could use, as needed, on bad days, but wouldn't knock me out. Idk, does something like that even exist?
[I have Olanzapine on hand but a 10mg dose will knock me out for a few hours, which would be unacceptable at a job. A 5mg dose does nothing. And a 15-20mg dose will knock me out cold for an afternoon.]
lols it's dawning on me now, I could try 7.5mg for an as needed dose...

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So I've (F25) been dating my BF (34M) for about 3 years. I'm from the states and he's from Canada. We started off as a LDR but we kept having insecurity problems so he asked me to move in with him until he was able to move to the states. I have major trust issues with him because in the beginning of our relationship I had set my boundaries out and he did not respect them.When we were in the talking stage, he told me he still had pictures/videos of his ex and he jerked off to them many times after they broke up, as soon as we wanted commit to a relationship, I told him he needed to delete all his pictures and videos he had of her because that makes me feel like he's not over her still. I also told him that I am against him watching porn because it makes me feel very little about myself and as if he prefers those girls over me. I told him to not get into a relationship if he thinks he can't respect that but he said he would.
To circle back, the first visit he made (when we first met) he had grabbed my ass and said I shouldn't work out too much because he doesn't like a firm ass, he likes when it jiggles-which gave me the impression that he doesn't like my ass because tbh I dont have a jiggly ass so it made me very insecure about myself. When we were LD we would have a lot of kinky talk because he preferred it so he would mention a lot about having threesomes and him fucking black girls and having their jiggly ass bounce on him and often, l couldn't take it much so I would hang up on him mid conversation because it wasn't hot to me at all and I was trying to be cool about it but it would get to me. We would fight and then make up but it took a big toll on my self esteem. Also, I'm the type of person who loves giving words of affirmation. I love complimenting him and making him known how much I'm attracted to him but he is not the same at all. We would constantly argue because I would constantly recall our sex talks and him not making me feel like he was attracted to me at all, especially after always complimenting him made me feel like we didn't view each other the same. Every time he came down to visit me since day 1, I had always found history of porn searches or old videos/ pictures on his email sent from him from a while ago of his ex. And he hesitated so bad to delete pictures because he said he didn't have any pictures of him from that time so he didn't want to get rid of the only memories he had of himself through those years of dating his ex, and he didn't want to be controlled by me when we just started dating. I told him he didn't have to delete them, he could just crop them if it meant that much for him. I just don't feel comfortable him having pictures of themselves, much less the fact that he still had sex videos of them and naked pictures of her after they broke up. Maybe it's a normal thing for guys but I would have preferred for him to been the guy that got rid of that if he was really over her.
So from constant ups and downs being LD, he said to move in with him and all will be better. He'll show how much he loves me and wants me by having sex with me everyday. I had recently quit my job before I moved to Canada and he said to not get a job and just move with him and he'll take care of my car note, phone bill and etc. (which lasted only two months) My goal was to become a corporate flight attendant and he wasn't too excited about that because he said he didn't want me to be around richer guys than him but he was supportive as he could be. Now I've been in Canada since November of 2023 and I felt like my life was passing me by because I wasn't doing anything to get closer to my goals. I don't have any family or friends here so my bf is all I got and he seemed to get annoyed of me constantly being around him and trying to hang out. He just wanted to smoke after work and be on his phone, meanwhile I was just at home not doing much but cleaning and cooking so I looked forward to him coming home so we can spend time together. After us talking things out, he decided to put me in aesthetician school because since I love skincare, he thought it'd be a great match for me as a career. All his idea. I was very appreciative and I looked forward to this new routine in life for the both of us but we had an ugly habit of sleeping late so I asked him once I start school, let's sleep early.
The night before my first day of school, he did not support that. He whined about how he isn't sleepy but I have a hard time not sleeping with him because i stay up paranoid wondering what he's doing up and not just that but his condo has paper thin walls so you could hear every little breath made and I'm a light sleeper so realizing that he was not being true to our agreement of sleeping early really upset me and that has been an ongoing thing to this day. I'm already about to finish school in the end of June but it has been a struggle managing my study and my relationship. Through out the entire time of my study, I have found out back to back that he has been watching porn. When I've confronted him about him, he tries to avoid it until I nag for the truth. First time I saw porn on his phone when living with him was on Reddit and it was all about threesomes and lesbian sex, considering my past before him he would find it hot that I had been with girls so l didn't get too offended, but still felt betrayed from him lying to me throughout the relationship when I randomly would ask him if he has watched porn and he'd swear up and down no but I forgave him. After the second, third and fourth time of constantly finding porn searches on his phone and him gaslighting me or saying it was a Reddit issue, I felt like I was just fooling myself into thinking he'll change but I wasn't ready to let go of the relationship, I cried and cried and stressed myself out and I would break up with him over it and he didn't care, he instead would go and watch more porn not caring about how it made me feel. He would apologize and say he's sorry and he won't do it again but when I wouldn't stop crying or arguing with him in less than 15mins, he would give up and go search for more porn. It ended up to the point where it wasn't just any porn anymore but women touching themselves specifically black girls- which makes me feel super insecure because it feels like he's admiring other women when I don't get admired by him at all. But I am so torn that while I'm crying about the betrayal and the relationship ending, he has the urge to go and jack off to porn and the thought of fucking other women. We stayed up a lot of times arguing and crying and him going back and forth about how sorry he was and he doesn't necessarily want those girls it was a just a rabbit hole he went down on and "he only wants me" but we're constantly fighting so I don't give him enough sex but when we don't make up and he doesn't get it his way, he's quick to searching for more. Meanwhile I'm at school with little sleep, not able to focus, he's a work searching more porn. I told him he has a problem but he says he doesn't, if just had sex with him more he wouldn't need porn. I told him I'm okay with watching porn together every now and then, I just prefer to have more intimate sex and at least feel more confident that he's attracted to me but obv right now would be too soon but he said we don't even need to watch porn, we just need to be consistent with having sex. So I decided to try to forgive him and work past it but I started to realize he kept sleeping with his phone hugged to his body, I asked him why and he said it was because he doesn't want me to go through it and get mad. I said why would I get mad? Have you been doing something that'll get me upset? And he said no so I said then he shouldn't have anything to worry about but him sleeping like that gives me reason to believe he's hiding something so if he had nothing to hide he should sleep comfortably. So l moved his phone beside him and we both dosed off but my gut was telling me I needed to check out his phone so I got up and went through it, went through his deleted msgs and saw he messaged a hooker and asked for her availability and got an address. We were broken up at the time because of the porn searches I found but even though we were not together I was still very offended because like I said earlier, while I'm crying about our relationship, he's entertaining himself with other women contradicting himself about how he loves me and wants me only. So the night I found that message I felt a huge relief, I was so surprised that I even felt that way at all. I started packing my things and he woke up and I asked him about it and he said it wasn't him, then he said it was for his dad, then he decided to say that he did message her but he never went to meet her. I didn't care to argue anymore but he kept saying over and over "we were broken up and I didn't cheat on you though." I told him I didn't care anymore and that I was going to go back home and I don't care to finish the school. Considering I don't have a job or income, I was going to use my moms card to buy a ticket but he didn't want me to since she's going through treatments so he said wait one day and I'll get you a ticket so I said fine, decided I would go to school might as well but I got sucked in back into the relationship because I just couldn't let go. Idk what's true or not, wether he went to that hooker or not but the love I have for him and the relationship, just made it harder to leave. At first it was easy but considering how close I am to finishing school and how I know being back home broken up would've been a heavier feeling than being here, I just got sucked back in and him constantly trying to say he loves me and fucking with me head, I came to the conclusion that he may just not know how to love so I told him we should do couples therapy and he agreed to it. Unfortunately we've only had two sessions so far but he doesn't seem patient enough to understand that I'm still hurting and that it's going to take some time to trust him or be comfortable to have sex. We have had sex and and I always end up feeling bad afterwards but I'm trying to be understanding of his sexual needs but this week was a very busy week for me at school and he wasn't helpful at home with chores so we ended up getting in bed late not having enough time to have intercourse for 3dsys. Today, he initiated it and although I knew 3days is too long for him, I wasn't feeling too good emotionally due to the past (it affects me and is on my mind 24/7) so I communicated that with him hoping we would discuss and get better but he got upset and said he was going to watch porn then. I begged him not to and he said no matter how much conversation we have, it was going to end with him cumming one way or another so l told him I feel torn between letting you go and watch porn or fuck my healing up and give you sex. I'm dammed if I do and I'm damned if I don't. Eventually we took a walk and talked things out and I told him if we had a better routine in life and he helped me around the house and slept at a decent time with me, we could have sex everyday but just like he prioritizes his crypto money, I want to prioritize my school and sleep at a convenient time and he understood but as soon as we got home from our walk and we had sex, he was quick to not caring to talk with me anymore about the relationship because he doesn't want to spend all day discussing about us and his life doesn't revolve around me and the relationship. And i got offended and decided to bring back history and say he can spend hours looking up girls, searching f young youth girls on fb and finding a good porn, god forbid he spends anymore time on the girl he claims to love to ease her mind. He got annoyed and went out. Please advise about this situation and what I should do. Our therapist's hasn't heard much about our problems, we've just been assigned to do certain homework but I feel like I just have a lot of resentment build up and I'm hanging by a thread so I would appreciate if anyone can advise
TL;DR sorry guys for the long post

I have been taking Tylenol everyday for about 2-3 months.. I am a 24F, generally pretty healthy, but I’ve had some pain so Tylenol helps. The most I’ve taken in 1 day day is about 4 I’d say, so 2000 mg because they’re 500mg extra strength tablets. Sometimes I only take 1 or two. But I’ve been having so sharp tight pain under my right breast and I’m wondering if it is my liver due to the Tylenol intake. Again, I never take more than the recommended dosage in a 24 hour period but, I do take it every day and have been for the past couple of months.

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I never thought I'd write this post. I'm a HUGE fan of GPT, I was an early adopter, as soon as 3.5 came out I was using it heavily within days. I had it writing scripts for me and helping me code in my personal projects. Once GPT-4 came out, I realized I had a tool powerful enough to help me build a real world application. And so I did, outsourcing only the visual design, being really poor at that myself. With prompting, I build an entire application, as I've written about elsewhere.
But finally it failed me. I had just added, with prompting of course, an exciting new feature - voice integration. The app is basically an AI Therapist, and while early feedback was positive, I knew it lacked that. So as soon as enough people verified and confirmed the product as being useful, I set out to implement my roadmap, and the very first feature was voice, allowing users to talk with the AI Therapist and hear it's responses in a human quality voice (using OpenAI's TTS model). It's not perfect, and I actually don't really like it, but I felt like I had to just get it out there and perfect it later, since perfect may never come (feel free to give feedback, even bash it, I welcome all feedback, especially the negative - https://therapywithai.com).
BUT after I released I realized I had done something that to me was annoying. Every time you wanted to say something, you'd have to click the microphone button, instead of the app simply listening the entire time, and the microphone button simply being a toggle for it to be in listening mode or not. I tried prompting GPT to refactor my code, to no avail. I tried dumping my entire .jsx file, I tried snipping just the relevant parts. I tried cajoling it, giving it positive reinforcement, which apparently helps. I tried telling it to break it down into steps. I tried following its code, feeding back the error, and on and on, and it simply did not solve it.
Now I'm stuck trying to sort it out, but I'll get there. The voice integration works, and I think is ok, but it's not easy seeing your God fall from grace, and fail you in your time of need.
Thanks for listening :)

I 26f have been on 3 dates so far with 30m. Him and I are both looking to date with intention of settling down.
Thing is, he only texts me between dates to arrange a meet up time or reply to a question I asked but otherwise doesn’t initiate conversation. When I asked him if he is much of a texter, he said that he is usually, especially once he feels more comfortable with someone.
During our third date, I felt like he was more comfortable with me in person and asked for another date but still hasn’t reached out 3 days later to set up a day/time. Instead, he just replied to a question I had asked after our 3rd date.
Also I had asked him out a 4th date a week ago and he didn’t actually tell me whether he could make it or not until the end of our 3rd date which I found kind of mean. His excuse was that “he was meeting a friend from the US” but usually if you are meeting someone coming down from overseas, you’d know at least a week in advance. Seemed suss to me. For context, during our second date he made it seem as though he wanted to go on multiple more dates with me and asked me out on the third not even half way during our second.
I don’t really understand the mixed signals but I feel as though maybe I’m his backup option? Please let me know what is best
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Just sitting her thinking about how sad the Vimm's situation is. Wish I had been archiving. Luckily I do have all NES, SNES and a ton of N64 roms backed up locally but, idk, it just kills me to see that content lost from the site. I guess it will always pop up somewhere else but still, it sucks.
This also makes me think of archive.org. They have made some bad calls themselves, the whole book lending deal during COVID, but I see posts here all the time where people are using that site to distribute content that shouldn't be there. That site has so much. It will be a sad mother fucking day if/when the archive goes offline. Just so much stuff will be lost forever.
Stop using archive.org for piracy. Please. It will lead to the loss of a great repository of all types of media if abused. It's like our modern day Library of Alexandria. Even though that was far before any of ours time, when I think about the knowledge lost in that place, it kills me. It's frustrating as fuck.

I never thought I'd write this post. I'm a HUGE fan of GPT, I was an early adopter, as soon as 3.5 came out I was using it heavily within days. I had it writing scripts for me and helping me code in my personal projects. Once GPT-4 came out, I realized I had a tool powerful enough to help me build a real world application. And so I did, outsourcing only the visual design, being really poor at that myself. With prompting, I build an entire application, as I've written about elsewhere.
But finally it failed me. I had just added, with prompting of course, an exciting new feature - voice integration. The app is basically an AI Therapist, and while early feedback was positive, I knew it lacked that. So as soon as enough people verified and confirmed the product as being useful, I set out to implement my roadmap, and the very first feature was voice, allowing users to talk with the AI Therapist and hear it's responses in a human quality voice (using OpenAI's TTS model). It's not perfect, and I actually don't really like it, but I felt like I had to just get it out there and perfect it later, since perfect may never come (feel free to give feedback, even bash it, I welcome all feedback, especially the negative - https://therapywithai.com).
BUT after I released I realized I had done something that to me was annoying. Every time you wanted to say something, you'd have to click the microphone button, instead of the app simply listening the entire time, and the microphone button simply being a toggle for it to be in listening mode or not. I tried prompting GPT to refactor my code, to no avail. I tried dumping my entire .jsx file, I tried snipping just the relevant parts. I tried cajoling it, giving it positive reinforcement, which apparently helps. I tried telling it to break it down into steps. I tried following its code, feeding back the error, and on and on, and it simply did not solve it.
Now I'm stuck trying to sort it out, but I'll get there. The voice integration works, and I think is ok, but it's not easy seeing your God fall from grace, and fail you in your time of need.
Thanks for listening :)

Am I wrong for being angry/upset for being called a liar and untrustworthy for telling my daughter that the movie popcorn has "butter" poured on top of it at the theater? The question came up from my daughter asking whether the movie popcorn has any nuts/peanuts in it because she has a nut allergy. I simply said, "No, it's just popcorn and butter and some salt." I know the liquid stuff they put on the popcorn isn't butter, even though the concession stand person asked if I wanted "butter." I grew up eating this stuff and have bought some in the past. I know it's some oil with coloring and salt. It could also be some other type of fatty substance they use, but I'm confident it doesn't contain nuts or tree nuts. The reason they even use this "butter" stuff in the first place is to keep it from going rancid if they use real butter. It's also cheap, so adding nuts would increase the cost. I know there is hazelnut flavoring (also fake and has no actual hazelnuts), and that's more expensive than "butter."
Anyway, my wife got pissed at me about lying to my daughter, and she deemed that I couldn't be trusted. My daughter has asked about whether there are nuts in pretty much everything. It's good that she's looking out for herself, but when she does this all the time, it gets pretty old. I didn't want to interrogate the concession stand staff about whether the popcorn or the fake butter stuff had any nuts/peanuts in it.
My wife kept bringing up trust a lot in the past several years because one time many years ago, I told her I wanted to get a divorce during a heated verbal argument because she was driving me nuts.
Here are some of the situations that have accumulated over the years and made me resent her more and more. I think I'm a trustworthy person, and I try my best to live with integrity. I have a high-paying professional job. I don't have any vices (alcohol, drugs, gambling, etc.). I also don't do much other than going to work and coming home. I go grocery shopping on the weekend and spend most of the time doing household chores on doing stuff on the computer.

• She got mad at me because I painted the window sill with polyurethane because it was getting moldy waiting for her to decide what wood treatments to put on the windows. This took almost a year and the wood already was getting moldy.
  
• She got mad at me for not telling her about a joint account I have with my mother. My mom felt that it was unfair that my wife has an investment account that her dad setup for her since she was a child. She never told me how much she has in that account, but we pay thousands in taxes every year because of it. When my wife found out about my account, she demanded that we split that money. I did so for my account, but she never shared her money from her own account with me because it's still invested. I have no idea how much money she has, and I don't care since it was her money before we got married. It just seems lopsided that somehow my money must be shared with her.
  
  • She got mad at me for getting in a fight with my mom when we went to visit her at my childhood home overseas. My mom was upset with us because she paid for the plane tickets (~$6k total) to fly to visit and offered her house for us to stay, but we repaid her generosity by only spending less than a couple days with her during our 2-week visit. My wife didn't want to stay in the city and would instead go off exploring. I got in a fight with my mom trying to defend my wife when my mom was accusing her of being ungrateful and rude to the family. Even today, my wife keeps saying how she can't trust my mom because "your mom is unstable and explosive".
  • She got mad at me for going to San Francisco for a week to get my mom (72 years old at the time) coming from overseas to visit a couple of places she wanted to visit for planning to relocate to the Bay Area. She didn't know anyone else in the US so she asked me to help her. She paid for all the expenses. At this point my mom also didn't like my wife so she didn't ask her to come. My wife said I shouldn't go and just let my mom deal with it herself. I hadn't seen my mother in 3 years at this point so I did want to see her and help her. I was also worried about her safety. My wife's family was living 10 minutes away from us so she couldn't understand why I would want to see my mom.
  • She got mad at me for planting grass seeds in our backyard when she went away for the weekend. Up to that point, my wife had already spent hundreds of dollars hiring random people to come to pluck out goutweed from the backyard to get rid of them. I read somewhere that grass can outcompete with goutweed so I decided to just plant the seeds. I didn't want to tell her because she kept delaying the decision to do anything with the backyard and we have goutweed growing everywhere despite all that money spent to get rid of them. The grass actually worked, and we have a grass lawn now instead of a goutweed field as long as I mow the lawn. She said I was sneaking behind her back to plant the seeds. It made her not trust me.
• She got mad at me for wanting to take a business trip that could further my career at the company I was working for. I passed on it and I lost the promotion.
  
  • She got mad at me for not wanting to send the kids to private school ($18k/year per kid and we have 2 kids). I was making $135k/year but I left the job because my wife said that I spent too much time at work and not enough with family. I took a lower paying job so I can spend more time with family, but the private school cost is just making it difficult. She was only working part-time but had to go full-time because I don't make as much as I used to.
• She got mad at me because I sometimes came home half an hour late after 5 pm and didn't make dinner in time for the kids to go to bed by 7:30 pm. The older one is in 6th grade and the younger one in 3rd grade. I have to make breakfast and dinner everyday and I also have to do all the dishes. Her job is to put the kids to bed. I also have to drop the kids off every morning at their private school and I can't drop them off before 8:30 am and it's over half an hour away from my work the wrong direction. I could never get to work before 9:00 am and my wife demanded that I need to be home by 5 pm to make dinner.
  
• She demanded that I spend at least an hour or more every day with her after the kids go to bed even if I see her everyday at breakfast and dinner. She got mad when I wanted to teach a pottery class some evenings 2-3 times a week because I used to enjoy pottery and teaching. I had to quit because she got mad at me for not spending time with her.
  
  • She got mad at me for starting a golf equipment business. She hated the products I was making because she didn't play golf and disliked golf. She wasn't supportive and probably couldn't wait for the business to fail so I stop spending time on it. The business is still going but not making that much money, but it's only been a couple of years.
• She got mad at me for not wanting to have sex a lot with her anymore. She really let herself go after having the kids while I still trying to maintain my fitness. I used to go running every other day but pretty much quit at this point because I couldn't do all the cooking and cleaning and still have time to go running.
  

She kept holding a grudge about all these things, and now she has us taking many marriage therapy workshops and sessions. She insisted that I'm too withdrawn and uncaring. She insisted that I needed to be a better husband.
I used to think I was a responsible person, and I tried my best to succeed in life. I try to spend as much time with my kids as possible so they know I'm there for them. My father wasn't around much when I was younger so I don't want to make the same mistake. We have been married for 15 years at this point but I'm just getting more and more sick of being in this relationship. I want my kids to have an intact family but it's just getting harder and harder. I don't have any other woman in my life so it's not even a part of the equation. I'm just not happy being questioned all the time and treated like a piece of garbage.
Anyway, I got really upset today after she called me a liar and said I was untrustworthy for telling my daughter the fake butter stuff is butter. I decided to walk home from this event we were supposed to get dinner together. I'd rather come home and cook my own dinner than be accused of something I can't even comprehend anymore.

In Brooklyn and Lower Manhattan, Queens-bound R runs via the Q from DeKalb Av to Canal St from May 18 - 19, Sat and Sun, 5:45 AM to 11:45 PM
In Brooklyn, use nearby Borough Hall (2, 3, 4) for Jay St-MetroTech and Court St.
In Manhattan, use nearby 4 or J stations for Whitehall St-South Ferry, Rector St, Cortlandt St and City Hall.

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• Transfer between R and J trains at Canal St.
  

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Back in 2016, I was working at a roadside diner west of St. Cloud, Minnesota. Neat little place, had a bit of a 60’s vibe to it, but without the hairdo. On the slow hours of the day, or whenever we just had locals around, I’d be humming along with the chefs playing radio out of the kitchen. It wasn’t an exciting time, but it was nice to have a workplace that felt like a second home.
A couple of weekends a month, we had an all-night crew to serve passing truckers. You usually never had to do more than one shift though, and we got to make own schedules. Our boss was pretty hands-off. It was during one of those shifts, at the first week of early summer, that my life took a turn for the worse – and I didn’t even realize it.

We were used to having the occasional odd customer during those hours of the day. When this guy walked in, I didn’t know what to think. He was about 6’2, bald, and pale as chalk. He wore this worn-out t-shirt that looked like it’d been on fire. With every step, he dragged his feet, and collapsed in one of our booths, seemingly exhausted.
I looked back at the chef, and he just shrugged. Guy wasn’t hurting anyone, but he didn’t look like he was all there. But a job’s a job, so I went up to him.
“You alright there?” I asked.
He looked up at me like I was speaking a foreign language, then sunk his head back down, gently shaking it.
“Nah,” he said. “I, uh… I don’t think I am.”
He had this voice on the knife’s edge between a hysterical laugh and a howling cry. He was trembling.
“You need me to call someone?”
“Call?”
“Yeah, call someone.”
“How?”

I didn’t understand the question. I figured he was coming down from some kind of binge, and I wasn’t about to take any chances. I asked the chef to get me a side of bacon to keep the guy calm while I called the police.
As I slid the plate over to him, he sunk his face into his hands, sobbing.
“T-thank you,” he cried. “I-I’m… please…”
I sat down across from him, instinctively reaching out to grab his hand. He let me. Even at a light touch, I could feel the scars on his palm and fingertips. Whatever’d happened to him, it must’ve been awful.
“I can’t go back,” he sniffled. “Don’t make me go back. I can’t. Please, I can’t.”
“You’re not going anywhere. It’s okay,” I smiled. “You’re safe here.”
“Can you help me?” he asked. “Can you keep him out?”
“I’m sure we can figure it out,” I nodded. “Just eat up. It’s okay.”

His fingers trembled as he tentatively bit off a piece of bacon. His teeth were black, and he flinched.
“I need time,” he said. “I need time to run.”
“Don’t worry,” I assured him. “We’ve called for help.”
“I just… I just need time.”
We just sat there for a while. He calmed his breathing but kept staring out the window. I could tell he was looking for something – or someone. All I could see was a road and a handful of moths. We sat there for some time, in silence, as he carefully nibbled on the slices of maple bacon.
As two police officers entered the diner, he got up from his seat. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bundle of scrunched-up trash. A couple of singles, a plastic card, dirt, and something resembling animal bones. He tried to straighten out the bills, pushing them into my hands along with the laminated card.
“Just… I need time. I’ll come back. Please.”
I didn’t understand. I just nodded and accepted it. Seconds later, the officers asked him to step outside and explain the situation. I got busy taking orders from a couple of passing truckers, watching glimpses of the scene through the window. A couple of minutes later, the strange man was taken away.

My shift ended at sunrise. I dragged myself to my car with a yawn, shuffling around my pockets for the keys. I hadn’t thought much about the items he’d handed me, but I took a closer look. I’d thrown away the animal bones and dirt, but there were a couple of dollar bills and that laminated card left. I checked the card first.
It looked like some kind of bookmark. On one side it was completely white, and on the other side there were dried blue flower petals arranged in a spiral. Kinda reminded me of a sunflower. And finally, there were the dollar bills.
I didn’t pay much attention to these at first. Just a couple of singles. But after a closer look, I noticed something unusual. There was a man on the bill that I didn’t recognize. It took me a couple of google searches to realize that this man was Walter Mondale – the man who’d lost to Ronald Reagan’s second run for president back in ’84. Why was this man on a one-dollar bill?

Before heading to bed, I put the items down on my nightstand. In a moment of silent wonder, I looked out the window. What had that man been looking for? What’d he been running from?
There was nothing out there.
Just a couple of moths.

Waking up the next morning, I had a full day off. I spent it cleaning my apartment, watching movies, having dinner with a couple of friends, and ending the night with a couple of drinks at the pub down on the corner. No binge or anything, just got a bit boozy. I was still gonna be in bed by midnight.
I took the scenic route home; a long walk. All the way down main street, past the lake. I took a shortcut through the park by the final stretch, speeding up a bit. That place was trouble.
As I hurried by the fountain, I spotted someone in the distance. A shrouded figure at the edge of the streetlights. I stopped to observe for a second, but as I did, the lights flickered. Coming back on, the figure was gone.
I chalked it up to imagination. I was a bit drunk, after all. Besides – it was small, like a child. What the hell would a kid be doing out at this hour?

A couple of days passed. I didn’t notice anything unusual, but I kept coming back to that distressing feeling of missing something important. Looking back at it now, I just feel dumb. He was there all along. Outside the supermarket. In the parking lot. Off the highway. Hell, he was outside my window at night sometimes, but just too short for me to spot.
I’m getting ahead of myself.
It wasn’t until one morning when I was driving to work that I got a clear view of him. I was crossing a four-way street, taking a sharp left turn, when I had to throw myself on the breaks. There was a kid in the middle of the street.
I hadn’t seen him that clearly before. He was probably around 6, maybe 7 years old. Wearing a plain black shirt and a pair of light blue canvas pants. Short black hair, dark eyes, and no shoes. That particular detail stuck with me. No shoes? Why?
I almost lost control, but I was lucky. There wasn’t much traffic, and I managed to stop further down the road. There were black lines in the pavement from my screeching tires swerving back and forth. Regaining my composure, I looked in the rear-view mirror.
The kid was gone.

But that was just the start.
I’d spot him every now and then. Looking out the window at work. At the gas station. A passing face in the crowd when shopping for groceries. Every now and then, something would pull on my attention, forcing me to whip my head around, looking for the source of that ill feeling crawling up my spine. Sometimes I saw him. And even worse – sometimes I didn’t.
I remember lying awake at night, hearing moths tap against my window. There was nothing else. Nothing outside. I patrolled my apartment six times, checking every window. I’d looked everywhere, and there was no reason for me to feel the way I did. I was growing paranoid.
And yet, in the morning, my front door was unlocked, and slightly open.

It all came to a head one afternoon when I was out on my smoke break. I’d barely slept for the past three nights, and you could kinda tell I was having a bad day. As I stood there, leaning against the side door of the diner, I see the kid again. This time just across the road, maybe 50 feet or so away. I’d had enough. This had to end.
I was furious. I stormed forward, calling him out with every slur and curse I could think of. I was psyching myself up. I was in the right, and I refused to be harassed anymore – kid or not. Didn’t matter. I crossed the road, barely dodging a speeding jeep, and met him face-to-face.
“What the hell do you want?!” I’d yell. “Why are you following me?!”
He was completely expressionless. He didn’t even flinch, no matter how much I pointed or screamed. I snapped my fingers in front of his eyes, and he didn’t even blink. He just stared at me, like a porcelain doll head on a swivel.

I wasn’t thinking about the bystanders though. A couple of middle-aged men stepped up, asking in no kind terms what the hell was wrong with me. I was held back and restrained. Someone called the police. Someone else called my manager – I’d forgotten to take off my apron, so they could see the diner logo. A couple of people filmed it. One of the videos got like 120k views in a day before it fell off the map. I still see it as a react gif sometimes.
It was a disaster. After a couple of officers came by to talk to me, he’d just disappeared into thin air. The officers took me down to the station – not to detain me, but to get me away from the heated crowd. That car ride downtown sobered me up to what the hell was going on. I was being stalked by this kid, but there wasn’t a living soul out there that would believe me.
Well, maybe one.
Maybe.

I was asked a couple of questions and released within about half an hour. They told me to go home and sleep this whole thing off. That wouldn’t be a problem. I didn’t have a job to go back to anyway, according to the (many) texts I’d gotten. I had all the goddamn time in the world.
I was just about to leave when something came to mind. The two officers who’d picked me up were still waiting by their car when I turned back to them.
“Sorry, you picked up the guy I called in about at the diner, right?” I asked.
“Sure did.”
“You got any idea what happened to him?”
The two looked at one another for a moment, shrugged, and turned to me.
“Didn’t have any ID and gave a fake name. I think they took him to psych.”
“Psych?”
“Well, he was saying some, uh… strange things. There were interviews with a, uh…”
The two quieted down and flashed me a smile.
“There’s not that much we can say.”

Coming home, I decided to get to the root of this. It didn’t take me that long to find the place where the guy’d been taken; there aren’t a lot of mental health facilities in this part of the country. Especially facilities that accept involuntary subjects.
But my eyes kept drifting back to the strange dollar bills he’d given me, resting neatly on my nightstand. They were so detailed. A bit old, sure, but that only made them seem more genuine. What the hell was he doing with a handful of clearly fake dollar bills? Like, what’s the purpose? There had to be a purpose.
That unnerved me.

I managed to arrange a meeting. It wasn’t easy, and I think a lot of it boiled down to the police having no idea what could make this guy talk. For some reason, he kept providing them with false information. Maybe a familiar face, for one reason or another, might make him talk.
Just a couple of days later, I was putting my items in a metal bowl on the second floor at a mental health institute in the next town over. I asked one of the nurses if I could keep one of my dollar bills. Apparently, that was okay.
I was shuffled through a couple of locked doors and escorted to an off-white side-room. No décor, no locks. The guy was already there.

He’d been dressed down into these neutral eggshell-white garbs. It was strange seeing him in a lit-up room like this. I didn’t know what to expect.
Getting a closer look at him, he was probably in his 50’s. It’d been hard to tell earlier. I couldn’t get over just how pale he was; it was almost a complete lack of pigment. It looked sickly. His thin arms didn’t help – he looked malnourished. And yet, he was smiling.
“Hello,” he said.
“Hello to you too,” I smiled. “You doing okay?”
“I’m… I’m pretty good,” he nodded. “Thank you.”
I sat down across from him and took out the dollar bill he’d given me.
“I wanted to ask you about this.”
“For the bacon,” he said, matter-of-factly.
“Excuse me?”
“Sorry, was that not enough?”
“No, it’s…”
I took a moment to compose myself. I had too many questions.

He sighed, took the bill, and looked it over. Looking back at me, I could tell there was something painful stirring in his mind. His smile slowly faded.
“Sorry,” he said. “I try to forget sometimes. It’s easier than making sense of it.”
“Let’s start with something simple,” I nodded. “Like… your name. Where you’re from.”
“Those things are pretty far from simple.”
He was looking straight through me; his eyes sinking back to deeper, more uncomfortable thoughts.

His name was Samuel, and he was born around these parts in back in the 1970’s. He’d worked as a telecommunications specialist out of St. Cloud back in the 90's. He had a wife, three children, and a four-bedroom house.
“But it… that was all before, see?” he explained. “Then it all just…”
“Just what?” I asked. “What happened?”
He looked at me, opening and closing his mouth, looking for the right words to come out. Nothing happened. He shook his head, trying again.
“It started with the street preachers,” he said. “Hundreds of them, marching on every city. All saying the same doomsday shit as always. World was dying. All coming to an end.”
“I haven’t seen anything like that.”
“Then there were storms,” he continued without skipping a beat. “Some would last for weeks. Others longer. Entire cities would be flooded or torn apart. Earthquakes causing monster waves along the east coast, sending shockwaves all the way to mainland Europe. Then, Yellowstone.”
“Yellowstone?”
“Yeah,” he nodded. “Lights out.”

Samuel was painting this apocalyptic vision of a world undone. Catastrophe after catastrophe. Hooded people marching the streets, screaming for the mercy of a mad god. But there was more to it.
“Then things stopped making sense. It’s as if the rules changed,” he continued. “Roads would stop leading home. Trees would change color. People turned twisted and corrupted. Like… one of our neighbors couldn’t eat anything but gunpowder. There was a woman just down the street who tried to kill anyone wearing glasses. It was… pandemonium.”
I didn’t say anything. What he was saying didn’t make any sense, but he was trying his best to keep his rambling coherent.
“The plants died. Trees too. The only thing that could grow in that environment were these twisted blue things that popped up out of nowhere. But people… people are what got twisted the most.”
He told me of these towering 7-foot-tall humanoid creatures that roamed the forests. Black as night – not even reflecting light. Arms reaching all the way to their knees. Elongated, inhuman things that all used to be someone he knew.

“The doomsayers all said the same thing,” he continued. “That God was a scared little boy, and that he was dying. Everything that was happening was just an expression of that ceaseless, bottomless, existential grief.”
Samuel looked back and forth, finally burying his face in his hands.
“It all broke down. Roads stopped leading anywhere. No power. No water. Julie changed. Ollie changed. Tobie made himself a mask and wandered off into the woods. Ira just… disappeared. And for… years? Has it been years? It’s just been me.”
“But you’re here, now,” I said. “And what you’re describing, it… it didn’t happen.”
“It happened,” he insisted. “Just not… here. But here.”
He tapped his finger on the single dollar bill.
“Somewhere, somehow, I must’ve taken a wrong turn. I slipped through something broken, and now I’m here. And… and he’s coming to bring me back. He doesn’t want anyone to leave.”
“Who?”
“Just! Just…” he chuckled. “Just a sad little boy who’s been told he’s going to die.”
I didn’t know what to say. I just sat with him for a while, holding his hand.

Before I left, Samuel got up from his chair. He looked at me, forcing himself to smile.
“If I go back, I’ll try not to… to be like them. I’ll try. And… and I’ll be the one to say something.”
He let out a painful little laugh, shaking his head.
“Maybe just a… hello.”

I left that day with more questions than answers. I couldn’t picture the world he’d lived through. Then again, how could it be true? None of it had happened. But what was he gaining from lying about it?
That was the last time I saw Samuel. A few days later, he went missing, as if he’d disappeared into thin air. I didn’t know what to think of it. There was nothing on the cameras – no one entering or leaving the building. No quick escapes, no clever plans. He’d just walked into his room and disappeared. Nothing left but a couple of moths fluttering about.
And for a while, that was it. That was the end of the story. I got busy looking for a new job, and all the little items given to me by Samuel was put away into a little box in my glove compartment. Life soldiered on, and no matter how many questions I had, there was no one around to answer them. Even the strange kid that’d been following me was, seemingly, gone.

A couple of months later, I was driving home from a friend’s place. I stopped at a four-way street, waiting for a couple of trucks to pass, when there was a knock on the passenger side window. I almost choked on my own spit. Scared me half to death.
Looking out, I could see that kid again. I hadn’t seen him for some time, and I quickly bounced between curiosity and downright anger.
“What do you want?” I yelled out.
There was no response. Instead, the door just opened. It’d been locked. As he opened the door, he pointed to the glove box.
“You want his things?” I asked. “Is that it?”
He nodded. I wanted to lash out, but there was something telling me I shouldn’t. Instead, I reached over, opened the glove compartment, and pointed to the box.
“Just take it and leave me alone,” I said. “Get it over with.”

He reached in and grabbed the box. So much effort for a couple of mementos. I turned my head back to face the road. The kid backed out. But of course, I had to get the last word in.
“Not even a thank you, huh?”
That made him pause. He looked at me, tilting his head. As he opened his mouth to speak, a moth fluttered out. Then another. And another.
Then – darkness.

What happened next is hard to describe. My memory of it is fragmented. It’s like trying to watch a buffering video, where long stretches of it are just nothing – but you know something was supposed to happen in-between.
Blink. I was sitting in my car. There was a dark blue sky. No clouds, no stars. Figures in the distance. An open field with blue flowers bending to a howling wind. A powerful stench of ammonia stinging my nostrils. Something to my immediate left, ripping the car door straight off the hinges.
Blink. Running. Ruins of a town. It seemed familiar, but there was barely anything left. My leg was bleeding. I was being followed. No matter where I turned, or where I ran, I seemed to end up at the same intersection.
Blink. A three-story building, brimming with life. Glimpses of arm-long antennae through the broken windows. Clickety-clack of bursting wings tapping against crumbling concrete. A loud warning shriek as something rubs its legs together; a call for prey.
Blink. Hiding in a tipped-over trash container. The rain has stopped in mid-air. Raindrops held in indefinite suspension. I suck water drops out of the air to quench my thirst. My hands are shaking from the blood loss.

Countless little images. Some in order, some not. I have no idea how much time passed. In the moment, it must’ve been much longer than I can remember. Days. Weeks, even. There’s no way to tell.
Blink. Walking through a barren field. It feels like walking through a dead forest, but there are no trees. Only those willingly impaled and wailing.
Blink. An abandoned booth by a broken highway. A sign offers phone calls, in exchange for “real teeth”. There are six sizes of pliers hanging on a wall within. All are bloodied – even the small ones.
Blink. The church that had burned down the night before had reappeared. The people inside, too. They couldn’t leave. Tonight, they would burn again.

Somewhere in this nightmarish puzzle-pieced fragment of nothing, there was a constant drive in me to get away. To get out. I knew that if I’d gotten there, I could get back home again. I just had no idea how. Maybe finding the kid. Asking. Begging. Something.
The last fragment of memory from that space was being cornered in a cellar. They were banging on the door. I’d tipped over a wardrobe to keep them out, but they weren’t going to stop. They were never going to stop. I couldn’t let them kill me again – not like that.
One of the Changed ones were coming. I don’t know what that means, or how I know the name, but I knew of it. There was a mirror, and I could see the signs. It stepped out. Seven feet tall, black as night. Elongated arms and neck. Barely a body at all – just a void space vaguely shaped like the remnants of a person.
Except this one felt… familiar. It was the first one to speak.
“H E L L O.”

Blink. Running. A cold hand. If I squeezed too hard, my fingers went straight through it. I had to keep up. He was showing me something.
Blink. They were flooding over the school bus, tipping it by their sheer numbers. Eruptions from the sewer grates. They were famished.
Blink. An open field. Sunflowers facing me, no matter where I turn. It’s not far.
Blink. I look back, as I’m pushed over the edge. He looks just like the rest of them. They aren’t angered by his betrayal.
They feel nothing, as I fall.

In February of 2017, I was found by the side of the road. I’d been gone for months. My car was too. I came back with nothing but the clothes on my back and countless scars. I’ve been told that I didn’t make any sense at first; I was just rambling nonsense. Or maybe it just sounded like nonsense to these people.
Over time, I forgot more and more of these fragmented images. And the less I remember, the more I can move on. Still, I’ve written them down over time, and they paint an ugly, insane picture of what I’d been going through. Some of which I, myself, have a hard time believing. Then again, I know myself well enough to see that there’s no point in lying.

I haven’t seen Samuel, or that strange kid ever since. I think this is all over, for now. There’s nothing left for me to give.
But even now, years later, I still wake up to that feeling at night. That there’s something wrong, or that I’m forgetting something. That there’s something near that I’m looking straight through, or past.
And every now and then, I hear the flutter of a moth’s wing, tapping against my bedroom window.
And I think I know what it wants.
It wants me to go back.

I’m a 29 F. I came out of a 7ish year relationship with my ex about 1.5-2 years ago. The relationship was very toxic and abusive and should have ended 1 year into it. I was treated horribly But I’m finally out and I’m finally happy.
Anywho, I’m being cautious with who I let in because I’m still healing from my ex. I’ve never dated nor have been interested in anyone younger than I am. All guys I’ve been with and dated have been older than me.
I met someone recently whom I work with (the work thing isn’t an issue). I’ve always had a mini crush on him but I had no idea he was 23. He acts incredibly mature for his age.
Last weekend all of the work crew went out for mid day drinks and food. He paid for everything of mine without telling me. Later that night we all went out again for some more drinks and games. The entire night he spent talking to me and flirting with me. He again ordered for me anytime I wanted something and paid for everything for me without me knowing.
We all walked home that night and he and I split up with the pack halfway so he could walk me home. He stopped me in the middle of the plaza parking lot and said he wanted to dance with me and taught me to ballroom dance. It was honestly so sweet. We continued to walk home after hand in hand.
I really like him. It’s nice for me to finally feel appreciated for once. But I feel like my mind is saying no to the age difference. I had a fling with a guy who was 9 years older than me and I found absolutely zero issue with that. But when the female is the older one something just feels off in my brain.
Tldr; is a 6 year age gap too large when the female is older?

I went through every stage of mono and recovered in a month. This is the steps I took to do so, and hopefully they can help you too. I am not a doctor and there is a lot of stuff that could be wrong here, and/or not do anything at all. If you are dealing with issues please go get medical assistance.

1. Sore Throat

For throat pain I visited my doctor and was prescribed prednisone and unfortunately I was dealing with an infection so I had to take anti-biotics. If you are diagnosed with mono and your doctor is assuming it is strep or another type of infection communicate with them the uncertainties you have in order to be tested for strep (taking anti-biotics with mono burdens you with a high chance of a rash).
Besides prednisone. I used a humidifier in my room in order for my throat to not dry out in the back. Even if it hurt horribly I attempted to drink at least 4 glasses of water every 4 hours so I wouldn't be dehydrated.
I suggest not taking Ibuprofen during use of Prednisone as it can cause intestinal issues. Use Tylenol.
I stuck to smoothies and chicken noodle soup for food during this time. Salty broth foods help soothe the throat quite a lot and help you get some nutrients.
It was hard to sleep because of my throat pain, I ended purchasing a sitting pillow for my bed. It took a lot of the stress off my lymph nodes during rest.
Finally I made sure to brush my teeth twice a day and use Orajel hydrogen peroxide mouthwash. Oral hygiene is incredibly important during any issues with tonsils in order to keep an infection from happening and washing off pus from throat scars during mono.

2. Sleep

For me sleep was quite difficult and I unfortunately didn't have many ways to deal with it for the first couple of days.
I tried to not take naps throughout the day and rather hold in my sleep for the nights, as your body does better healing when it's in REM. Which is more difficult to have happen if you take brief short naps.
By around my third day I learned that having a humidifier in my room made it so much easier to breathe and feel a bit better.
I took one extra strength Tylenol right before bed, and 10 mg of melatonin. Keep in mind that melatonin only is going to help put you to sleep and you will need to change your diet to be heavier in magnesium in order to have a better time staying asleep. If I woke up due to the pain at the middle of the night i'd take another tylenol and wait it out until I was able to sleep again. Continue to drink water throughout the entire time.

3. Spleen Pains

I dealt with really bad spleen pain for a couple of days and my only solve for it was laying on my back and using a heatpad on the area where my pain was. I tried not to move around very much. If your pain becomes increasingly worse go in to get screened for a risk of rupture.

4. Mental Health

Out of all the things I dealt with, this was one of the worst. I felt defeated for most of my days. I tried to feel better by looking at other peoples experiences and seeing how others have it worse. It also can help to call loved ones and friends and talk with them. I also watched shows and movie continuously in order to distract myself. Eating good helped me a lot, once I started making protein smoothies my mood changed for the better. Also try to stay out of the dark for to long, if you can go into a more open room with sunlight and lay during the day it will make you happier. Try to retain your sleep for just the night, this way you feel like you still are holding to a schedule. It also helps with REM which is incredibly important for mental health and can't be done with naps. Finally, self-care was a breakthrough for me. I tried to shower daily, and clean up my face before bed. It made me feel happier and nicer.

5. The Rash

This rash was one of the worst parts of the whole thing besides my throat. It happened after I had taken my antibiotics for 5 days. It itched so badly. In order to deal with the itch I went to the ER and was prescribed hydroxyzine and another dose of prednisone. For the first day I used calamine lotion, I soon realized it was making me even more itchy as it caused my skin to dry up. I switched over to Eucerin anti-itch lotion and it helped so much. I applied when I woke up and before I went to bed. I applied ice packs to my skin, instead of itching and it works much better at stopping the itch. Also try to sleep with a fan pointed towards you. During the rash stage, it is the most important for you to drink as much fluids as possible.
I hope this can maybe help someone? Idk, i am very thankful for this subreddit as most of these posts helped me recover much faster. Thank you all.

TL/DR version: Dr. wanted me on low dose of statins (Diagnosis = Familial hypercholesterolemia - FH). I said give me 6 mo. I drank green kale juice (on the left) almost daily and substantially reduced sugaalcohol intake. Moderate exercise 1-3x a week. Cholesterol improved. Avoided medication (statins) for now.
Longer version: In 2018 I was walking about 2-3 miles a day at work and on my feet almost the entire time. This was giving my heart a decent workout 4 days a week. Lipid panel was ok.
In 2023 my lipid panel levels worsened and lifestyle factors were part of the reason (imo). My alcohol intake increased and between 2020 - 2023 and I was probably consuming several drinks a week on average (hard alcohol) and my tolerance was only improving with time which meant it was easier to drink more if I wanted. Also, I became more sedentary. My exercise/walking routine stopped.
During my doctor's visit in 2023 he suggested I take a low dosage of statins for my FH. I wanted to try lifestyle changes first and he said 'ok, come back in 6mo.' He admitted to me, right there on the spot, that he didn't think the lifestyle changes were going to lower the cholesterol.
In addition I find the following extremely interesting...over the summer of 2023 I consumed a lot of sugar in the form of movie theater candy (going to the movies a lot) and I remember my skin breaking out (upper torso and arms). I self diagnosed Eruptive Xanthoma. I'm not a doctor but from what I learned online this is exactly what I had over the summer and up to the doctors appointment in December of 2023. I think that a culmination of poor lifestyle choices (diet in particular) led to my cholesterol levels increasing to a point where I had visible symptoms on my skin. This condition comes and goes for me over the previous decade or so and I've also been diagnosed with psoriasis in the past. The psoriasis is managed by my diet and right now I have zero symptoms.
During all of this my heaviest weight was 183 pounds and now I'm down to 158 pounds.
Also, I intermittently took milk thistle, magnesium, and vitamin c.
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I'm currently setting up an e-mail course using the automations feature. The course is set up for a number of days and each email is sent 1 day after the other. So for example, after someone signs up to the newsletter, they get the welcome email immediately. Then they'll get the first day of the course one day after and so on and so forth. However, I want to create a way where they don't necessarily have to wait for an entire day before the next email if they don't want. So I want to create a link that they can click which will automatically send the next email (next part of the course) to them immediately. I also want to make sure that if they do this then the same email is not sent to them again the next day. So if on Day 1 of the course at the bottom of the email they click the link to day 2 so they can get it immediately I want to make sure day 2 isn't sent again the next day. Also I want to make sure that day 3 then gets sent. But if they click for day 3 to then get sent immediately after reading the day 2 email I want to make sure day 3 doesn't get sent twice either. I hope this made sense let me know if anyone can help me figure this out or if you need me to clarify anything.