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Please search any of the following mods on Nexus Mods - Fallout: New Vegas:
Working on the Chain Gang ESM-74958-2-1-1667158496"
WRP - Hotfix-38285-2-2-5-1590168045"
YUP - Base Game and All DLC-51664-12-9-1701436279"
0_80 Hot Fixes-37376-1"
01 T6M Natural Curvy Body (Nude) BB BNB-81346-1-5-3-1-1705542430"
45 Auto Submachine Gun Retexture - Honest Hearts-73064-1-1-1626897328"
360 Movement BNB Animations-75535-1-0-1652574707"
1911_v_1_dot_2-50184-1-2"
A Koch and Bohr Story v1-1-45886-v1-1"
a Smoke before the Storm-82578-2-0-1692819504"
A Thorny Situation v1-0-46048-"
A Wilder Wasteland v1-0-46158-v1-0"
A World Of Pain 6.94-38719-6-94-1685580176"
Afterglow -- LightBright Strip Overhaul Tweaks-83736-1-01-1700333095"
Afterglow -- Neon Illumination-83736-1-0-1699663621"
AK47_v1_1-48392-1-1"
AKS74U_upd1-47648-1-1"
All Explosion Sounds Overhaul BSA and YUP Patch-66946-2-0-1581616735.1"
All-in-one-66955-1-1557788582"
Alternative Start 1-5-45739-1-5"
Ammo box-42551-1-1599021340"
AN94_v_1_0-49600-1-0"
Animated Ingestibles (english)-70139-4-1-1684674884"
ASBTS Scripted Cigarettes-83077-1-1-1705445898"
Asset Pack-71569-13-1644876932"
Asurah Reanimation Pack 0.2.3.2-64339-0-2-3-2-1610371277"
Asurah Reanimation Pack main-64339-0-2-1"
Autumn Leaves-50146-1-030"
AWOP - A World of Pain - Underpass fix-78038-1--1660962454"
AWOP Compatibility Patches-38719-6-01-1556669314"
AWOP Dead Money 2.0-38719-2-0"
AWOP Weapon Mod Patches-38719-6-01-1590590935"
AWOP WRP Patch-38719-6-94-2-1669589734"
AWOP-MoMod-41361-10a"
B42 Inertia V1.2-64335-1-2-1615691254"
B42 Inject-80437-0-15b-1692435172"
B42 Interact-83119-0-14b-1695964659"
B42 Loot-82369-0-15b-1695243927"
BB Cigs-42551-"
Beige Pack-42551-"
Beretta92fs_v1_0-50837-1-0"
Better Brotherhood - YUP Patch-75031-2-4a-1701456413"
Better Brotherhood-75031-2-4a-1701449472"
BetterBetting1mCapDeadMoney-64920-1-1"
BetterStandUp-76443-2-1703547706"
Blood by the Dollar Patch-74958-2-0-1667064117"
BMF 1.01-56742-1-01"
BNB_Armor-35047-1-0"
BNB_BiggerBreasts-35047-1-0"
BNB_Body-35047-1-0"
BNB_Update1-35047-1-0"
BoSUnforgotten-60624-v1-1"
Breeze New Vegas Males - AIO-48222-1-8"
Brotherhood and Legion Truce-74086-5-3-1690769947"
Brotherhood of Steel Paladin Quests-69713-V1-1597789294"
Brotherhood Reforged - Fixed and Cleaned-83339-1-0-1696455793"
BrotherhoodReforged"
Bulk's Sound Pack - Footsteps-77766-1-2a-1700949655"
BulletSnap - Redux - espless 1.2-78967-1-2-1689600460"
Bushmaster_M4A1-48451-1-0"
Camp McCarran Map Markers-42860-1-0"
Camp McCarran monorail animation stand alone version-70213-2-00-1609887871"
Caravan Guard Remastered-83590-1-0-1698523589"
Caravan Guard-58721-1-2"
Caravan Pack Weapons Ironsight Fix-64339-0-1"
Casino Crowds-71037-1-2-1614893989"
Casino Crowds-71037-1-2-1614893989.1"
Casino Heists New Vegas 1.6-59896-1-6-1660648020"
Casino Posters and Signs HD-84302-1-0-1703875632"
Character Kit Remake - Hair-82147-1-0-1690857031"
Character Kit Remake - Hands-82148-1-1-1691365351"
Character Kit Remake - Teeth-82146-1-0-1689501066"
Classic Fallout Weapons Remastered V1.2-73805-1-9-2-1692128971"
Classic Goris-83439-1-0-1697179223"
Classic Pack Weapons Ironsight Fix-64339-0-1"
Coito Ergo Sum 4.20 FULL VERSION-56156-4-20-1677188838"
Common globe-42551-1"
CompanionsCommander_11-36523-1-1"
CompanionsInfiniteAmmo-37602-1-1"
CompanionsTeleporter-36523-1-05"
Compass Height Indicator-67068-2-0-1693172382"
Compatibility Patch for VGO 1.3 and Roberts Male Body FNV 3.4-68500-1-0-1584792648"
Compatibility Patch for VGO 1.4 and Fallout Character Overhaul 3.0-68500-1-2-1584907027"
Compatibility Patch for VGO 1.4 and Van Graff Hostility Fix-68500-1-1-1585586406"
Config INI-71569-13-01-1698109570"
Daniel - Unique Textures 1-1-83624-1-1-1698892210"
Dead Money DLC weapons ironsight fix-64339-0-1"
Decaying Ferals-83726-0-01-1699482598"
Deimos V1_05-43411-1-05"
Desert Eagle v1.0-56745-1-0"
Dimonized Type 3 AIO Installer-54438-3-5-1561863093"
Dismemberment Tweaks-80369-1-1678531588"
DLC Followers - All-In-One-74426-1-1-1-1637325547"
Download-55283-"
Dragunov SVU v 1.0-57297-1-0"
Dramatic Inertia - 3rd Person Movement Overhaul-82035-1-3-1702856996"
Dramatic Staggering-84262-1-1703548049"
DSI-48094-1-1a"
Duct Tape-42551-"
Earthblighted Tunnelers-84319-0-01-1703987665"
ELECTRO-CITY v12A-37908-V12A"
Energy Visuals Plus 2.0 -- EVE Patch-83105-1-0-1695161808"
Enhanced Blood Textures-34917-2-22c"
Enhanced Bullet Impacts-61804-1-0"
Enhanced Camera 1.4c-55334-1-4c-1544995335"
EVE Patch-64339-1-18-1610475958"
EVE v1.19-42666-1-19-1623957051"
Expanded Mojave - Mojave Outpost-82713-1-0-1692710596"
Eyes of Torment - Ghost People Retexture-83768-0-01-1699826217"
Factions Reloaded Followers V1.5.2-53041-1-5-2-1611961598"
Factions Reloaded Legion V2.3-51983-2-3-1690336838"
Factions Reloaded Raiders V2.2-52309-2-2-1689369283"
Fallout 4 Power Armor Features-65417-1-8-4-1657830228"
Fallout Character Overhaul 3.0-54460-3-0"
Fallout Character Overhaul purple mouth fix-75842-1-0-1648161122"
Fallout New Vegas ArchiveInvalidation Invalidated-35935-beta"
FAMAS F1 1.1-58824-1-1"
FCO - A World Of Pain-76179-3-4-2-1655389404"
FCO - Caravan Guard-77070-1-1655374739"
FCO - DLC Followers All-In-One Complete-75897-1-6-1-1655313894"
FCO - Russel Addon Expansion-70303-1-0-1604611326"
FCO - Russell Expanded-76048-2-4-1649309173"
FCO - The Last Few Edits-63465-1-2-1611445902"
Fire hydrant-42551-"
FNV NPCs Travel-54107-1-0-0"
FNV Quantum Sling v1.0-70770-1-0-1609894292"
FNV Realistic Wasteland Lighting All DLC-52037-v5-542-1542790908"
FNV Sexual Innuendo Animation plugin v003-36659-003"
FNV Sexual Innuendo NPCs plugin version 007-36659-007"
FO4 PA Features The Frontier-65417-1-8-3-1627853330"
FO4 Power Armors - FNV Compatibility Edition"
For The Enclave 4-0-39531-4-0"
FPS Lowering Weapons-80995-1-6-1701642566"
FPSWeaponWheel113-39997-1-13"
Freeside Overhaul - Episode I-81389-V1-1-1686100362"
FrontierAddons Combined All-in-One-71201-v2-1-1658540525"
Frozen Hit Rockomotion-79828-2-0-2-1678764575"
Functional Post Game Ending-66726-6-6-1703283263"
G36K_v_1-0-56125-1-0"
GRA WRP Unofficial Patch Ironsight Fix-64339-2-1"
Great Khan Graffiti Redone-83348-1-2-1696615291"
Greater Khans - Fixed and Cleaned-83352-1-0-1696538553"
GreatKhanGreatOverhaul"
Gun Runners Actually Run Guns 1 dot 8-42503-1-8"
Gun Runners Arsenal weapons ironsight fix-64339-0-1"
Height Randomizer Config-78278-1-0-1662456628"
Height Randomizer-70159-1-1-1604323492"
HH 45 Retexture-83233-V1-01-1695902562"
HI-RES Chems and Health ReTexture Pak-40302"
HiRes Skill Books Retexture V1.0-61273-1-0"
Hit - B42 Inject - Meat Anims-83906-1-1701225186"
Hit - B42 Inject - Sunset Sarsaparilla Animations-83993-1-1701797503"
Hit - B42 Inject Anim Pack - Season 1-80531-1-0-1679595175"
Hit - B42 Interact - New Vegas Bounties I LE-83096-1-1695504537"
Hit - B42 Interact Animation Pack-83096-1-01-1695579668"
Hit - B42 Interact Animation Pack-83096-1-01-1695579668.1"
Hit - B42 Interact Skinning-83161-1-1695497868"
Hit B42 Inject - Random 1-84439-1-1704730621"
Hit Marker Sounds - ESP-77268-release-1656730677"
HK_CAWS_v1_1-48433-1-1"
Honest Hearts DLC weapons ironsight fix-64339-0-2"
Honest Hearts Signs HD-82969-1-1-1697133032"
Hoss Mods - Sanctuary HH Home-70186-1-1-1646726106"
Hotfix Version 0.6.5-68009-0-6-5-1619083228"
Humping the Mojave v003-43773-v003"
If it wasn't for Betsy 2.5-59265-2-5"
If It Wasnt For Betsy-46574-v0-1"
Iguazu Shopping Center v2-62317-2-0"
IMI Galil 1.0-59635-1-0"
IMI_UZI_v_1_0-48523-1-0"
Immersive Hit Reactions
Immersive Recoil 2.0
Improved Console-70801-3-1702935922"
Improved Lighting Shaders-69833-1-5beta4a-1668774269"
Interior Lighting Overhaul 6-9-35794-6-9"
Iron Sight Recoil Animations kNVSE-75581-2-0-1673050083"
ISControl-75417-2-3-1688602677"
ISInertia v1.1-83648-1-1-1705167646"
Jacobstown Expanded-36421"
Jacobstown Lodge Suite-79949-1-1675869578"
Jacobstown Pond Fix-64103-1-0"
JacobsTown-51927-"
Jet Pack Effect for Aerial Assault Armor-50829-"
JIP LN NVSE Plugin-58277-57-21-1694289677"
JohnnyGuitarNVSE-66927-4-98-1701208963"
Joshua Graham Companion MAIN-56791-1-3"
Joshua Graham Outfit 2K Retexture-74202-1-0-1635320209"
JSRS Sound Mod 2.1 - Main File-81585-2-11-1689512817"
KatieNPC ENGLISH version 2_6 FULL-45150-2-6"
KEYWORDS-83088-1-01-1695964898"
Khan Assets (more pronounced signs)-72798-V1-1624577442"
Khans Forever-82521-v1-0-1691702006"
kNVSE-71336-20-1632181674"
KOTR Version 1 dot 04-56353-1-04"
L96A1_v_1_1-50805-1-1"
Lazarus - SMI Gun Runners V2 (Collision Fix)-75562-V2-1-1647360702"
LegionTerritoriesExpanded-68527-1-0-0-1584907535"
Level 100 and Perk Per Level-43055-1-3-1550210717"
LightBright Strip Overhaul-77093-3-1-1694229498"
Lime's Fort Overhaul-73749-1-20-1632706091"
Live Dismemberment
Lucky 38 Suite Reloaded Version 4.8 ESM-55540-4-8"
M14_v1-48477-1-0"
M37 Ithaca v1_1-47457-1-1"
MAC Beta Sexual Innuendo-36759"
Main File - All you need-45557-1"
Main File - Total Package Update 10-23-2021-50751-018-5-8-1635004434"
Main file-62682-0-2"
MainFile-74132-1-3v-1645220297"
Marcus Companion 0_80 Full-37376-0-80"
markers1b-36689"
Master Build-68009-0-5-5-1614054783"
MatebaModel6_v1_2-48499-1-2"
MauserC96_1dot1-48317-1-1"
McCarran South Gate Restored-71708-1-7-3-1625866293"
Melee Sounds-77766-0-5-1678726237"
Mikeburnfire's NPCs and Quests-70988-1-1-1676463261"
Millenia AK74 Patch-64339-0-1"
Millenia AKS74U Patch-64339-0-1"
Millenia Colt M4A1 Patch-64339-0-1"
Millenia Desert Eagle Patch-64339-0-2"
Millenia HK CAWS Fix-64339-0-1"
Millenia L96 Fix-64339-0-1"
Millenia M-14 Patch-64339-0-1"
Millenia M37 Ithaca Patch-64339-0-1"
Millenia PPSH-41 patch-64339-0-1"
Millenia Remington 870 Sawn-Off Patch-64339-0-2-3-1610376337"
Millenia STEN MK2 Patch-64339-0-1"
Millenia TOZ66 Patch-64339-0-1"
MLF-68714-3-1-1691312308"
MMRE ESPs-44139-1-0"
MMRE Music Pack 1-44139-1-0"
MMRE Music Pack 2-44139-1-0"
MMRE Music Pack 3-44139-1-0"
MMRE Music Pack 4-44139"
MM's Hit Marker SFX-84498-1-0-1705158422"
MNTLs Energy Weapons Sound Pack 1_3-52684-1-3"
Mojave Delight For Type3 V1dot1-44312-1-1-1666593552"
Mojave Express Courier Delivery Work - Primm-77176-2-5-1689168964"
Mojave NPCs-72615-2-2-1703969750"
Monster Mod Re-Release-41361-10b"
Mop bucket_flat mop-42551-"
More Perks Reimagined-76584-3-0-1-1652840544"
NAWEMO-65499-1-3-3-1626792344"
NCR Rearmament Lore-Friendly 1_5-40139"
Nefarious Nipton-80578-0-2-1684856493"
Nevada Skies 2281 Rework-35998-Final-Rework-1622851359"
Nevada Skies 2281 Rework-35998-Final-Rework-1622851359.1"
New Vegas Script Extender (xNVSE)-67883-6-3-4-1696621396"
New Vegas Stories New and Alproved-66505-1-2-1552144100"
NivSpiceofLife-V 1_2-44476-1-2"
NMC_NVInteriors Compatibility Patch Small v2.0-43534-v2-0-1551560025"
NMCs Textures NV LARGE Pack Part 1 of 3 FOR NMM -43135-1-0"
NMCs Textures NV LARGE Pack Part 2 of 3 FOR NMM -43135-1-0"
NMCs Textures NV LARGE Pack Part 3 of 3 FOR NMM-43135-1-0"
NMCs Textures NV MEDIUM Pack Part 1 of 2 FOR NMM-43135-1-0"
NMCs Textures NV MEDIUM Pack Part 2 of 2 FOR NMM -43135-1-0"
NMCs Textures NV SMALL Pack SINGLE FILE FOR NMM-43135-1-0"
Novac Gun Runners-74981--8-1684355606"
Novac Overhaul And Gun Runners Emporium NV Novac Apartments Compatible patch-74981-V-08-1662917931"
NPCs Sprint In Combat-68179-2-13-1623455074"
NPCs use Aid Items-68742-2-3-1605058088"
NV - Energy Visuals Plus 2-80000-2-3-1685437455"
NV Novac Apartment - Main-55531-1-48-1586720487"
NVAC - New Vegas Anti Crash-53635-7-5-1-0"
NVBI Version 1 dot 55-37310-1-55"
NVBII Version 1 dot 47-41184-1-47"
NVBIII Version .954 FULL-55744--954"
NVCS Installer-68776-13-1675087064"
NVCS Installer-68776-13-1675087064+2"
NVInteriors Core v2.1.1-43534-v2-1-1--1551573205"
NVK Version 1.0-56408-1-0"
NVR V10-35100"
NVR VMinimum-35100"
NVTF-66537-10-2-2-3-1685050240"
NVWillow v1.10-41779-1-10"
Ojo Bueno Texture Pack for FNV - HIGH-39755-Quiznak"
Old World Radio part 5-47577-3-5"
Old World Radio part 6-47577-4-0"
Old World Radio part 7-47577-4-5"
Old World Radio Update X Minus ONE Radio added-47577-2-0"
Old World Radio Update Rangers Radio added-47577-3-0"
Old World Radio Update The French Connection Radio added-47577-2-5"
Old World Radio-47577-1-5"
Outside Bets V 1-4-46648-V1-4"
Pacers Gambit V1-0-46584-V1-0"
Pancor_Jackhammer-47528-1-0"
Pin-up Loading Screens 1920x1080-63663-1-0"
PipBoy 3000 HD Retexture - PC and Xbox-54609-3-52"
PKM 1.0-57253-1-0"
PM's Med-Textures v1.0-62946-1-0"
PN-For the Enclave visor patch-72932-1-0-1625393614"
Pointlight Flashlight-77787-3-1-0-1676259796"
Populated Camp Golf and McCarran-81283-1-1685088310"
Populated Casinos Medium-35369-V0-96"
Populated Casinos V0_96-35369-V0-96"
Populated Strip Freeside and Casinos Light Version-81408-2-1688967130"
PPSH41_1_dot_0-49910-1-0"
Prodlimen Creature Pack-71569-13-01-1698109543"
Project Nevada - DLC Support 1_3-42363-1-3"
Project Nevada - EVE Support 1_2-42363-1-2"
Project Nevada - WME Support 1_1-42363-1-1"
Project Nevada - WMX Support 1_3-42363-1-3"
Project Nevada 2_5-40040-2-5"
Ragdolls-59147-5-3-9--1606565785"
random stimpak-80705-1-1680953623"
Real Time Reflections-82343-1-3-4-1695802057"
Remington870SawedOff-47255-1-4"
Robbable Caravans-69863-1-3-1599748714"
RobCo Certified-43331-1-26-1629323936"
Roberts AIO - NMM Compatible-48535-1-3"
Roberts Boner Addon 3_3-54731-3-3"
Roberts New Vegas Main - Nude 3_4-54731-3-4"
Rotface to Riches v1-2-45799-V1-2"
Ruger SR-556-55872-1-2"
Run the Lucky 38 V3-0-40531-3-0"
Russell Version 1.17-50107-1-17"
Saxxons Quest Collection 0_85-52197-0-85"
SD_Capture-82597-0-1-4-1692771648"
SD_Fatigue-78111-0-2-2-1692772121"
Securitrons New and Shiny-71123-1-4-1616002669"
Securitrons On Alert-69245-4-5-2-1705169732"
Shadow of the Behemoth - Legion Monster Overhaul-62339-1-2"
ShiFixedWithUpdate-60333-1-1"
Shogo Heavy Industries Grammar and Misc Fixes v2.0-66390-2-0-1575837609"
Shogo Heavy Industries v1dot04a RC ESM FULL 11-04-13-50829-v1-04a"
Shogo PN patch 1.2-63371-1-2-0-1568396559"
ShowOff xNVSE-72541-1-75-1695871012"
Sierra Madre On The Strip v3-0-41573-v3"
Simple ENB-78494-1-00-1664439091"
SMOTS-Compatible NVR V10-41573-v10"
Someguy Series 2 dot 0-48925-2-0"
Sound Extender-78637-1-0-1665677845"
Speedy Resource Pack V3_1-39551-3-1"
SRI Vehicles Catalogue-84028-1-0-1702005072"
Sten_mk_II-50645-1-0"
Stewie Tweaks-66347-8-85-1703088034"
Strip Lights Region Fix-73596-1-3-1-1703847752"
SUP NVSE Plugin-73160-8-55-1703949554"
Super HD Donald Trump Mugshot Replacer-82775-V1-01-1693097989"
Super Mutant Behemoth Restoration-75427-2-0-1648669227"
Super Mutant Overhaul - Overlords-64293-1-4-1670879328"
Super Mutants HD - 4k-64214-1-1"
Super Mutants of the Mojave-77277-1-1656534521"
Supermutant Attack9 hotfix for 0.2.1-64339-0-2-1"
T4 - Main-66903-2-e-1666044033"
T6M Equipment Replacer NV v1_0-45505-1-0"
Take Chems Make Fiends-63582-1-6-1613932089"
Tales of New Reno Episode One-63128-2-04-1704177957"
Tales of New Reno Episode Two-68380-2-03-1674093616"
Tales of New Reno Episode Zero - Update File 2.03-62288-2-03-1658192504"
Tales of New Reno Episode Zero-62288-2-02-1656474097"
Taurus_Raging_Bull_v_1_0-48570-1-0"
The Couriers Cache Main-49531-1-2"
The Inheritance Version 1 dot 29-49012-1-29"
The Living Desert - Main File 2.5-64623-2-5-1686689413"
The Mod Configuration Menu-42507-1-5"
The Strip South Gate-76676-1-1653175950"
TNRCore-68374-2-3-1656459979"
TOZ-66_v_1-0-56378-1-0"
Type4 Mojave Delight V1dot1-44312-1-1-1666777099"
UIO - User Interface Organizer-57174-2-30-1629600625"
Uncut Extra Collection-56625-0-92-4-1686342903"
Uncut Wasteland Patch-74958-2-0-1667065063"
Uncut Wasteland plus NPCs.-56625-0-91b"
Unlimited Companions 101-34870"
Unofficial Patch NVSE Plus-71239-1-4-8-1690711837"
Update 2_5-35047-1"
Urban Strip Overhaul V.1.1-68741-1-1-1589401691"
Van Graff Hostility Fix - Updated-40742-1-1"
Van Graff Overhaul 1.4-68500-1-4-1584906767"
Van Graff Symbol Ressource-68500-1-0-1584907758"
Vanessa-56270-2-1-1592001873"
Vanessa-56270-2-1-1592001873.1"
Vanilla weapon ironsight fix (Non - DLC)-64339-0-1"
Vanilla Weapon Scale Fix-83245-1-0-1695975410"
Voice Assets-82597-0-1-2-1692133762"
Vortex Archive Invalidation"
Walking Inertia-71373-2-0-1660525142"
Wasteland Flora Overhaul 3.6e - Fertile-39856-3-6e-1690206060"
Wasteland Sex Module version H-36659-H"
Weapon Mesh Improvement Mod-65052-1-3-1658869646"
Weapon Modification Expansion 1101-37576-1-101"
Weapon Mods Expanded v1_1_4-39651-1-1-4"
Weapon Retexture Project - WRP-38285-2-2-3-1590027446"
weapondrawsounds-77766-0-1670165962"
Willow - Type 4-73464-1-2-1645546862"
Witcher Rifle Hoster-63320-0-4"
WME - DLCs-37576"
WME - GRA-37576-1-01"
WMX - EVE Compatibility v1.0.10-39651-1-0-10"
WMX - Modern Weapons v1_0_7-39651-1-0-7"
WMX Patch-74958-2-1-1667066945"
WMX-DLC v1_0_2-39651-1-0-2"
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2024.05.18 19:24 bRONgreen Struggling on Next Steps: One Year Since Graduating Film Undergrad

Hi everyone! I’m a 22 year old Canadian living in the GTA (Greater Toronto Area). At around this time last year, I wrapped up my final projects and was set to graduate my Film Production Undergrad. It pains me to say that after graduating since then, I have found no work in the field and have been working away at a warehouse survival job for 9 months.
TLDR; Graduated film undergrad a while back, looking for advice in getting a stable career started and/or pivoting to film-adjacent careers.
Sometimes, I can’t help but feel completely stuck. The connections I have with fellow undergrads can get me on to passion projects and/or student films, but they are unpaid and are few and far between. Otherwise, my fellow undergrads are either also working a survival job, spending their hard earned savings on projects with no guarantee of return on investment, or have gotten their breakthrough working on professional sets in entry positions, which means they aren’t really in a position to bring other peers in.
I was raised to always be aware of cash flow, retirement, savings, etc., and so time on unpaid sets or job searching, while potentially fruitful, don't bring in money to pay for student loans, other essentials and/or even funding personal projects to build additional experience on top of school.
I naively believed that bountiful paid PA, assistant editor, assistant camera, assistant-anything positions would be available to fresh undergrads and I could build a nest egg that way, but I feel I’m a mix of grossly under qualified and/or not looking in the right places.
In film school, due to COVID being at its peaks in Canada, I specialized in production management and assistant directing along with some editing. A majority of my roles in school were on the management end of films, and scattered PA roles as usual. Now I’m considering any pivot points or advice based on my current position and knowledge. Working toward a stable career is my goal, and so freelance is pretty much off the table.
I want to continue to search for film jobs but I’m extremely clueless on where to find opportunities at this point. I’ve considered pursuing a masters degree to improve my qualifications, but I’m not sure what programs I could qualify for (film masters of course, but I’ve seen that I could potentially do management, accounting, etc.?) I’ve considered perhaps pursing a teaching degree and finding a career in teaching film art as well.
If you’ve made it here, thanks for reading this far. Any advice, suggestions, or questions you have is greatly appreciated! I’m lost, but still quite hopeful as time is still on my side.
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2024.05.18 18:49 AdEmbarrassed2867 Jim Thorpe Marathon recap

Long time lurker, first time poster. Please be gentle.

Race Information

* **Name:** Jim Thorpe
* **Date:** 4/28/24
* **Distance:** 26.2 miles
* **Location:** Jim Thorpe, PA
* **Website:** https://runjimthorpe.com/
* **Strava:** https://www.strava.com/activities/11284047461
* **Time:** 3:00:11

Goals

Goal Description Completed?
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A 2:56 *No*
B Sub 3 *No*
C 3:04 *Yes*

Splits

Mile Time
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1 6:51
2 6:44
3 6:29
4 6:41
5 6:49
6 6:48
7 6:46
8 6:42
9 6:42
10 6:38
11 6:44
12 6:38
13 6:48
14 6:44
15 6:42
16 6:44
17 6:42
18 6:38
19 6:41
20 6:44
21 6:45
22 6:50
23 6:57
24 7:16
25 7:43
26 7:50
27 6:50

Past Marathons / Training

31M. 4th marathon. First one was almost 10 years ago in Pittsburgh (3:18) during med school, so I'm positive it was poor training, as I just ran for stress relief. Ran York, PA in 2022 (3:07) using the Run with Hal app. Tried PGH again in 2023, and ended up imploding in the back 9 (3:21), while training with a coach through our local Fleet Feet running group.
Goal coming in was a BQ (or at least a chance to apply, whatever), which I knew as going to be a tall task, given the huge PR needed and lost confidence from my previous race. Only change I made in my training from 2023 to 2024 was to actually push through pain on long runs / hills and not walk as often. I did between 38 to 58 miles / week during my 18 week block, usually in the mid 40s. I also was lifting consistently for the first 10 weeks. I did not have any midseason 1/2s and my only race was a St. Patrick's Day 4-miler (23:57).
I felt like I got super lucky with a golden training season overall though - no injuries or missed work outs. Going into taper and then the race, my body (and race mentality) were both in the best place they've been.
easy runs - Hoka Mach 5 and Nike Invincible 3
threshold / speed - Brooks Hyperion Tempo
race day - New Balance Fuelcell Supercomp Elite V3 (second race in these).

Pre-race

Found out the week before the race that there would be no pacers for the the 3 hour group. This was a huge bummer for me, as I've found that I don't always have the mental stamina to keep focus for that long of time. I've always found running off of feel alone gets me in trouble very quickly.
Stayed in downtown Jim Thorpe for the race weekend. Very lovely town - just be aware, this is the end of the course, not the start. Also, if you have a dog that needs grass to go to the bathroom, don't stay in town (all gravel with very few public grassy places).
Previewed the first two miles of the course with my wife and dog the day before. This was extremely beneficial because I did not find the webstite to have explained the starting line very clearly. Could have just been me though.
Luckily, racers were very well organized and grouped themselves by pace (Facebook group a few days before the race), which great. Consensus was a 7:15 start time, which I didn't love, since I had to give up the train ride - but this was a small price to pay, and ended up being a blessing later on.

Race

Honestly, not a lot to talk about for most of the race. Start was a little odd - out mile and back on a narrow portion of the trail, but not bad. Wore a garmin forerunner 955, which locked onto the pace pretty good for about 11 miles. Used race screen and a pacing tattoo after that to try to counteract the loss of service after that. Ambiance was relaxing with a lot of shade, lot of river noise (I don't listen to music), lots of packed gravel. Topography pretty much matched the description, constant slight down hill with only noticeable uphill at beginning.
Felt great coming through the half (1/2 PR - 1:27:51) while taking Roctane gu every 35 min and water every 45 min.
Still felt good until about 22. Hit some loose gravel around then and started losing shade as the sun/heat really started bearing down. Felt pretty mentally defeated coming through mile 24 and was just trying to not walk. Started losing the group I was with at this point despite their encouragement and from the people passing me. Unfortunately, I forgot to take my last gu by this point and did not have any water available (felt like Roland Deschain chasing the Man in black across the Mohaine Desert). I stopped looking at any my watch after mile 25, because I knew if I saw I fell off of my B goal, I was going to have a tough time finding the motivation to keep running at all.
Was able to find a last burst after passing the mile 26 marker, but man, there was nothing left. Thought I was going to collapse afterwards. Luckily stopped my watch, but never looked at it.

Post-race / Next Up

Decent set up with tents for food, water, shirts, etc... Medals were pretty nice too. Revived a little bit with congratulations from my wife and family / friends and then made my way to the official timing tent. Guy that printed my time looked like he didn't actually want to give it to me when he saw the time first - I think he could tell what my reaction was going to be.
I think I went through all 5 stages of grief over the next 10 minutes.
Slowly changed out my shoes and walked back to the Muggles Mug coffee shop (highly recommend, even if you're not a Potter head). Eventually did wrap my head around the PR and am pretty proud of my time. But those 11 seconds are haunting.
What's next?
Took a few days off to decide what to do next. Ultimately, the goal is the Boston, but will be happy with a sub-3.
But more than anything, looking for advice from you all: input, critiques, tips (besides run faster, dont forget gu).
Key questions:
-Thoughts on back to back Marathons to hit sub-3? Might try to sign up for presque isle and wine glass this fall, but not sure how feasible it is physically.
-Can I tell myself that I finally ran a sub-3 since every course is a little long based on USATF certification requirements? (this is purely for my ego, I know. Garmin did tell me 2:59:02)
Thanks in advance for any input and for reading!
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2024.05.18 08:40 walakomaisip_25 How do I start?

Hi. Im a 30M na may partner na 34M. He's my first. Naka isang gf lang ako tapos siya na. Kung san pa ko humugot ng lakas ng loob makaamin lang na gusto ko siya, and I did it over the phone.
Now, we're reaching our 2nd year.
Early stages ng relationship was like heaven. Best days of my life. Pero of course, there are shaky moments, actually madalas.
It all started when I tried to browse his phone. He came from a relationship (same sex) Where he allowed na maging number 2. Nung kinukwento nya to habang nanliligaw pa lang ako eh, I can totally feel the pain and how devastated he was. Kaya medyo nahirapan siya pagtiwalaan ako nung una. I saw some videos, during the time na nag eexplore siya (G app) Kasi prior to the number 2 situation, nagka rel pa siya na didnt end well too. I asked him why the videos are still there. ( I saw them on his very old phone na ginagamit lang nya for bank transfers) He said, years na bago ung last na check nya dun sa phone na yun and didnt know it was still there. So to put an end on this argument, I took the liberty of deleting every single thing, for my peace of mind as well.
Then there came a time na I had a problem financially during the rel. Nag offer kasi si bank ng loan, I took it. We spent it mostly, going out of town, cebu, tagaytay, galera etc, and magbili bili ng gamit sa apartment na nirerent nya. So basically, we were building our life together.
So, nung nagsimula na ung time na palagi akong CWD, tinanong nya ano nangyayare kung may loan ba ko, baket lagi ako gipit, kasi di na ko nakakapag bigay ng share ko sa expenses. I lied. Told him na wala akong loan, na majority lang ng sahod ay napupunta sa family.
This kept going on for months, ramdam ko ung stress nya sa pera dahil napapaheram na din siya sa family nya, feeling nya wala siya katulong, based don sa kwento nya sa mga friends namin, di nya masabi saken kasi nga mahal nya ko at ayaw nya ako pauwiin/paalisin.
Then, there were 2 instances din na minsan nakakuha ako pera sakanya ng di nya nalalaman. Sobrang mali. Sobrang sising sisi ako na ginawa ko yon. Moreover, nung nag stay temporarily ung isang friend namin sa apt (kasi walang wala din yon) nalaman namin na pwede pala unahan si bank sa pagkaltas, so gagawin hintayin macredit sahod then bibilisan ang transfer sa ewallet para di madeduct sa loan, don ko na lang nashare na may loan din ako, not directly to him, nabrought lang yung convo kaya nasabi ko na din.
When it comes to intimacy, we've never done penetration, ever. So I know that u guys knew what we were doing. Last time we did it was last year. After non wala na, recently nag ask ako kasi nga 1yr na nakalipas, sabe nya, puro kasi problema kaya pano gaganahan. I accepted kasi totoo naman.
Magkawork kami sa office at magkateam, after a year, napromote ako into level II. Actually sabay kami nag apply pero ako lang nakuha. Lungkot din sya non, kasi sabay kami inapproach to apply pero ako lang nakuha. He felt left behind, na parang wala siyang growth don. So he resigned.
Last year December, I lost my mom. Wala na siya sa office non, ako andon pa. Sobrang sakit mawalan ng magulang. I expressed my intention to him na reresign na din ako don kasi I lost my focus, I lost myself, gusto ko lang magkulong at magluksa.
He kept telling me na while andon pa ko and if Im planning to resign, mag apply apply na ko sa iba para di ako mabakante ng matagal. I didnt listen. Umalis ako at nagpahinga with my final pay as my only source, dun pa din sa apartment. Then, malapit na maubos funds ko saka lang ako nag apply apply, nahirapan ako, up to now naghihintay pa din ako ng final interview.
Siya naman, nakapag start na ulet mag work. Bumalik sa dati ang sitwasyon. Pinapasan nya ulit lahat, waiting for me na makabangon. Kaya lang di na nya nahintay.
He told me na napagod na siya maghintay makabangon ako, pinilit naman nya. Kasi ung pinangsimula nya, sa family nya siya umasa eh. So yun ang binubuno nya hulugan ngayon. Sabe nya saken, somehow nagsisi siya at nalungkot makita na nalugmok ako. Hindi ako nakakapag pagupit, sobrang pumayat ako, bumagsak katawan ko, bigat na bigat ako sa sarili ko.
Then sa office nila, may umaaligid saknya na guy. Nagpaparamdam. Before he started working, he gave me a headsup na hindi nya ipapaalam na Bi siya na may partner siya. I said ok, kasi discreet din kami nung una then eventually nalaman din kasi dahil saken din, I was just proud na kami, we're together.
This guy kept on sending him flirty messages, nag effort pa yun kumuha mga stolen pictures nya then isesend sa msnger with a caption "pogiii" I asked him sino yun, sabe kawork, at biro biro lang yon, palabiro talaga at may ibang nililigawan sa office. Di naman nya mapagbawalan magsend kasi di nga alam na may partner, tinatawanan lang nya pag nirereplayan nya. Pero I know na may something don sa guy. Na naaamoy nya partner ko.
Then saturday came, naginuman sila buong team. Mga 2pm na siya nakauwi, out nya 5am. Lasing na lasing, di alam pano nakauwi. So, forda alaga ako. While he was sleeping, sunday morning, I had an urge to check his phone, nilagay ko daliri nya kasi tinanggal na nya fingerprint ko at iniba ung pin dahil sa instance ng pangungupit.
The guy messaged him, called him "daddy mwa" at "wag mo ipagkalat sa office kung gano ko kasarap humalik kasi di naman ako magpapagaw"
P*******NA
Kahit tulog pa siya, talagang sumigaw ako. Sabe ako ano ibig sabihin neto at pano nya nagawa saken to. Nung sinagot nya ko siya ba nag sabe na "wag mo akong lolokohin" And then this??!!!
He said, hindi nya alam, wala siya matandaan, lasing siya. Typical reasoning.
Sobrang nagiinit ang emosyon ko, sabe ko papuntahin nya ung guy or tawagan at mag uusap kaming tatlo. Ang tinawagan nya, ung straight friend na offcmate nya to ask if nakita nya siya naghalikan, sabe non hindi nya alam, hindi nya matandaan.
Now, we're taking a break. Physically, intimately, emotionally. Dun nya nabrought ung struggle namin financially na naging deciding factor para sakanya.
Monday, the day I packed my stuff (Di ko nakuha lahat kasi andami) We had a mature conversation before I left, na aayusin muna ang mga buhay buhay, lalo na ko since wala ko work at pera, ang hirap kumilos. Then kapag ok na lahat, maybe we can try again. Focus muna ako sa sarili at pamilya ko, kasi pati rent namin sa bahay where are father lives ay behind na, malapit na kami maapaalis.
So, yun ang usapan.
The next day, siguro tinadhana na din na mahanap ko ung acct ni guy. Matagal ko na kasi talagang hinanap. Di ko napigilan at minessage ko, di ko inaway or minura. I kept it professional.
Told the guy na nababasa ko lahat ng chat nya lalo na ung inuman scene, told him na may partner is not available, not single kaya please pakitigil.
Sinend nya ung message ko na yun sa partner ko with a message "hindi ka pala single, gago ka" He said sorry to the guy.
Inabisuhan ko naman partner ko na nahanap ko ung acct, sinend ko din ung sinabi ko to prove na di ko inaway. Asked him what he feels, he said na di nya alam, na sana hinayaan ko na siya na magsabi. Sabe ko naman, kung matagal mo na sinabi, hindi aabot sa ganto.
Right now, nag uusap pa din kami. Minsan sobrang nakukulitan din ako sa sarili ko kasi nag usap na kami na time and space nga pero madalas ko pa din siya chinecheck. Maybe I'm still at the withdrawal stage. Nag apologize ako, and said unti unti kong ititigil. Na ano pang sense nung napag usapan kung araw araw pa din ako chat ng chat.
I asked an update don sa guy, sabe di na sila naguusap at nagpapansinan kasi galit nga. Na awkward na nga sa work.
Kagabi galing ako don, nag ask ako permission to stay the night kasi late na natapos interviews at wala na ko masasakyan pauwi. He agreed. Medyo inis pa nga siya na andon ako ulit eh akala nya ba may pinag usapan kami, sabe nya. Pero naging ok naman eventually.
Now, Im back home, pinipigil tanggalin siya sa sistema ko muna. Masyado ko kasi pinaikot mundo ko sakanya, kaya napabaayan ko na sarili ko. Katapos lang namin mag chat over IG pero hindi kami ok. Kulit ko din kasi talaga. Baka sa kakulitan ko eh icut na nya comms ng tuluyan para don talaga sa time and space. Kaya tumigil na ko, pipigilan ko hanggat maaari.
What are your thoughts on this po? Sobrang bait din niya kasi sabe nya pagsahod nya, bibigyan nya ko pang simula. Di na muna nya huhulugan family nya.
Im still trying to continue my life na di siya nakakausap, kasama at nakikita. Focus muna ako ibangon ang sarili ko, yun din sabe nya, na nawala na ung taong nakilala nya at minahal nya. I guess, heto muna ang mundo ko.
Help please.
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2024.05.18 05:06 HvnlyAngel New Here: Just Diagnosed

Hi everyone! I'm new here, 40F, live in the mid-west (US). I was recently diagnosed for anal cancer.
TLDR: Story of my pain, how my PCP listened and cared, and where I am at with my diagnosis.
In my profile, you can see I have 2 posts in hemorrhoid because I seriously thought I had internal hemorrhoids and it was becoming painful. There's more details than what I posted but moving on.
The middle of April, I finally pulled the trigger to get myself a PCP to 1) impaction/ constipation. Major diarrhea before then 2) the pain in my butt that I thought was a hemorrhoid. "Hemorrhoid" pain started last year August-September.
Literally doing the preventative care check-ups to see if anything else was going on since it's been forever. GI-PA consultation for combined colonoscopy & endoscopy for major changes in BM. I agreed. They put it through my insurance and got approved right away. I waited ~ 2 weeks for scheduling and nothing. Pain: 6-8 almost every two days. Especially after a BM. It would drop to 3-4. On days with the most pain: night sweats, chills, couldn't go to work, and bad anxiety of the pain coming back and never healing.
Breaking point: Last week I went in for a pap. They gave me a sheet to fill out about mental health. I cried silently as I filled it out and gave it back to the nurse. I broke down sobbing and told her everything. I couldn't sleep, couldn't eat, couldn't work, and all because I was in so much pain, I didn't want to wake up if I ever fell asleep again. Nurse rushed to tell my PCP. PCP comes in, told her that I was approved but haven't heard back from my GI-PA for scheduling and I needed to know what is causing all this pain.
The HARD PUSH: PCP pushed for the combined colonoscopy/endoscopy and I got in that Friday. Came out of the procedure and talked to the GS, he told me I had a lesion from my rectum to my anal canal. He said, it could be anal/rectal cancer and the medicines right now can help heal that. Then he said, it could be a hemorrhoid, but we won't know until the biopsies come in. He looked like he knew what it was and didn't want to say anything. As someone who also works in the science field, I knew he knew something because he does this all the time. Just like I would, working in a plant laboratory. I was also told I have a peptic ulcer. PCP contacted me about my pap. I am positive for HPV.
This past Tuesday, I had an appt for a colposcopy. I couldn't go through with it. Speculum was pressing on my pain. 8-9/10. I hyperventilated and almost had a panic attack. Cried when gynecologist and nurse left the room. Took me hurting and limping out of the building with tears in my eyes.
Two days later, yesterday: followup with my GS and told me I have anal cancer. Told me about my options and that I won't know what stage I'm in until I get all my scans. He then told me he had two gentlemen come in with the same symptoms, worst tumors than mine, and pulled through.
Literally, so compassionate and understanding while explaining the process; not to forget to mention, also being strict about fixing the ulcer before other major procedures happen; ulcer meds with antibotics for H. Pylori infection. Depending on the extent: chemo, then radiation, and last resort surgery. My team and I are now waiting on my insurance's approval for more scans. Colpscopy will have to wait until further notice.
My care team has been exceptionally efficient, compassionate, and caring. They have continued to ACTUALLY LISTEN to me and advise me when I have questions. I could not have been more blessed for my team.
My hope: I hope to meet a new community that can also understand what I am going through, will go through, and give advise about how to pull through and any set backs that happen. Stay safe and as healthy as can be.
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2024.05.18 01:17 EmbarrassedPoem242 Asking for your opinions and tips on my Panic Disorder treatment plan + nootropics for PD + new meds for PD + ADHD, qutting benzos and on SSRI

Hi,
I have marked most important parts as how long I use each meds in what dose, info of me, my questions, supplements used, nootropics thinking of, new meds for panic disorder treatment, plan to quit benzos, advice about Memantine. If you want, there is whole story and treatment:) Thx I have a lifetime nonmedicated ADHD + OCD (will finally have atomoexin in july after like 8 docs) but mainly severe panic disorder since 12/23 caused by badly burning out and not stopping work + too much stress from all sides, mostly family and workspace/company. It started close to xmas and wanted to finish year and worked until my body completely disabled to it to me but right after it came xmas, which is not my fav time of year ending in keeping me in attacks 24/7. Btw Im 29yo man, 193cm, 90kg, sporting, financial advisor solo businessman, living alone, used to be really busy all the time and I want to be healthy and free! Lesson learned, did major changes in life, know I have limits and can say NO to people.
I am currently getting off xanax and on SSRI, starting my new recovery plan below as previous didnt help enough and asking if you know anything that could help me get my full life back sooner I work as I can/want, mostly 2-6 h/day and only from home, going to multiple types of therapy, investing insane money to get recovered and looking for every possible way. I am open for any tip or advice on nootropic, peptide, maybe even SARMs that could help me get over this. New meds are imo most I can use, wanna get rid of addictive stuff and SSRI, ideally only buspiron + non addictive anxiety meds, or SNRI/Bupropion instead of Citalopram. . Even if you dont have time or dont want to read all previous treatment and new plan and have idea what could help me, write it please. But I have to be careful with anything interacts with SSRI as I will be also on buspar, I have a safe med for serotonin syndrome if needed.. Also if you see gaps or risks in my meds plan, some ideas, useful info or better ways, I will be glad to know it:)
I use/tried almost every useful supplement wo AD interaction including adaptogens, herbs, expensive vitamins, mushrooms, gotu kola, NAC, tyrosine, inositol and just anything that could be useful + basics use all year. Also have Alpha GPC which made my adhd brain supercomputer before I got beaten but now doesnt work. Tried before noopept and a lot of racetams, idra21 and some more but with no effect and modafinil before with effect, but mostly anxiety, too much concentrating on one thing and severe insomnia.
I am already pretty sure about Agmatine, Sulbutiamine instead of Benfotiamine (any difference?), not sure of Bromantane on ssri (?), 9-me is no go guess, maybe NALT (?), Theacrine as Im tired from SSRI all the time and too much coffee makes me axnious, maybe Vinpocetine or Uridine triacetate? centrophenoxine? dihexa?
My treatment from december to now:
I had no idea wth is this, told my psychologist what is happening to me and asking many times if its serious and casually replied that is probably from stress. So I treated it as burnout by resting, then removing original causes and triggers, removing problems from my mind and life, reducing stress to minimum, even leaving my pretty good paid job after 9 yers. But nothing helped besides benzos which made me not feel attacks so much and when I went off after 6 weeks, symptoms came back the same day.
I always said no to ADs but this time I didnt see any other option besides staying on benzos for a long time so I got SSRI citalopram 20, later 30mg now 6 weeks, first weeks were hell of anxiety and tiredness, last 2 weeks they help but effect is enough to keep me attack free only at home, outside flat still almost instant PA + side effects are still bad.
Same with benzos now again for 6 weeks afte break from previous cycle, mostly xanax 1,5-2mg a day, when Im home with no problems I can stay on 0,5mg with no WD. But want to quit asap, Im standing on the edge of little discomfort or living hell WDs. Also it makes me dumb, careless and not caring, but dont have cravings or abuse them, until now there was no other medication in my country :/ Also I already had GABA WDs pretty bad from alcohol many times and from phenibut in february by mistake (3 weeks of 2-3x a week before I had benzos). I would rather skip this opportunity to be on boat walking simulator with scary shadowy guy in my bedroom.
Next week I will make a big changes:
Will to add Buspar in small doses to SSRI, probably 30mg citalopram + 2x7,5mg buspar for long term and propranolol instead benzos before I leave flat for panic attacks - I have mostly physical symptoms and over these months my brain has learned to go panic mode when I go around people or noise but im not scared, wanting to hide or anxious, want to go out. Hope this will allow me to relearn the BIOS of my brain and body they wont start panicking as it has learned over months of nonstop attack (january until end of april, just moving on scale 1-10 but never off). Propranolon as beta-blocker should not allow my body to go panic defense mode and mental anxiety I can handle now. My mind is still quite ok, not much depressed or in bad mood, last days even thinking a bit sharper and can handle it but body/brain program are stuck. Hope this will allow me over time to get off SSRI to just Buspar + non addictive anxiety aid as needed or at least switch to SNRI or Wellbutrin as im energetic person but with this SSRI im meeeeeeeh all the time.
As propranolon arrives I will cut benzos to lowest dosage where I wont feel WD, probably 0,5mg/day and switch to Clonazepam (have benzos and can ask doc anytime), keep this dose for 2-3 weeks, taper to 0,35mg, wait and this until i go down around 0,2mg/day. Maybe slower if it will be painful or risk worse WDs when i cut them off.
For quitting benzos I have clonidine (WD reduce, camling, ADHD), pregabalin (GABA substance replacement, anti seizure but addictive), baclofen (GABA substance replacement, anti seizure also addictive)), Etifoxine (nonbenzo anxiolytics, I guess mostly PAWS) and Topiramate (seizure and migraine prevention, WD reduce) and Hydroxyzine (sleepy antihistamine nonaddictive) to get off them asap with no risk seizure and suffering for weeks in terrible WDs. I wont use all the aids together but as needed for current symptoms and not get hooked on none of them as only atarax is safe in long term.
Also finally will get ADHD meds atomoxetin, but as I have no energy, even adhd is not so present and clonidine also helps for adhd. And I have found one super special med you will be interested about- Memantine, do you have experiences about this so called miracle drug? It make you feel softly with unlimited brain power, also it shall lower tolerances to almost all substances and by 30-60% over 7-14 days and then make WDs easier + also helps ADHD. But have no idea when to use it in my plan, I got 2 packs and its cheap so can buy more but dont want to mess with getting off bzs and learning to manage going out. Same question with atomoxetin - when to start? its not stimulant so it should not affect attacks nor benzo WD but idk.
Just in case there would be too much serotonin I will have Cyproheptadine for SS. It should not happen from SSRI+Buspiron but some nootropic or WD med can cause it.
I will still go for checks to doc and psychiatrist but the medical procedures in my country got stuck in time in year when producers of SSRI/benzos gave some gifts for doctors or politics. So they just give you this combo announcing you it will work (didnt) and you wont get addicted in 3 months of xan (would). Mainly propranolon is not approved med for anxiety/panic in my county, only bzds and buspirone, but after trying several ADs on you :/
Thank you so much for any knowledge you share with me!
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2024.05.18 00:57 ineednap1008 Advice please?

Hi everyone, I am struggling a little bit and am looking for advice. I have suspected that I have hEDS for about a year now. I have struggled with chronic pain my entire life, and hEDS is the first thing I've heard about that I feel describes my experiences. I've had terrible experiences with doctors brushing me off and telling me that everything was in my head (when my growing pains were so bad as a kid that they immobilized me). That being said, I've recently been on a journey to try to be evaluated for hEDS (as a 21yo female). After many referrals (geneticists/rhuematology/nuerology) being denied because they "dont treat hEDS patients", I finally got an appointment with a specialist in PA! The problem is that the appointment is a year away 😔. I'm feeling discouraged at the moment, and as time goes on I have begun to doubt myself. I have gone 21 years with zero validation of any of my symptoms and sometimes I do worry that it's in my head. So far, I have only recieved official diagnoses of generalized hypermobility and PCOS. I am also being evaluated for POTS by a cardiologist, and my doc slightly suspects MS. I have plenty of other family history as well that could be a culprit that we just haven't gotten to yet.
Sorry for the novel-length rant, I am just feeling so discouraged. There are a few more "extreme" symptoms of hEDS that I don't align with, and it makes me doubt what I'm fighting for. Do any of you have any suggestions for anything I can do in this next year while I wait for an evaluation? Thanks so much and I love this community ❤️
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2024.05.17 18:18 Crafty_Birthday_4478 I feel hate sa lahat ng relatives sa father side

Just to give concept my father left us when i was 2 yrs old. Usual story of ofw na aalis for work but ended up na nagkabagong family dun. I grew up ng walang father figure but my mom did her best to sustain our needs. They had annulment when I was around 12-13 years old and umuwi dad ko with his daughter sa ibang fam and that was the first time na nakita ko sya in person since di ko na maalala yung 2 yrs old pa. And yeah first time then with his daughter sa ibang babae. I didn't received any explanation why he left us or bat ganun. I can still remember that day na bumaba sya ng van then barely hugged me. My mom and dad didn't explained anything, tho syempre naririnig ko na back then ung reasons pero never ako nakausap about the topic and i had to process and figure out everything on my own at a young age. I didn't blame my mom, kase feel ko she's doing her best na to work and provide our needs kase di naman nagsusustento father ko. And siguro she's in pain din. But i blamed myself, di ko alam. Wala siguro ako masisi that time kaya i questioned kung ano mali sakin bakit kami naiwan. Then yung relatives naman nya shows no remorse or empathy din that time feel ko nga tinotolerate pa.
Fast forward...
I'm now working and earning. My dad is nasa ibang bansa with new fam tapos wala na communication na kahit ano from him. Then ung relatives nya like kapatid and iba pa suddenly reaches out and want to make connection samin siguro kase matatanda na din. But before kase i tried reaching out sa kanila to help me communicate with my dad nung college ako for some issues and i let out what i feel which includes ung galit ko for my dad. But lumalabas for them na im not civil about it. Nasabi pa nga nila sakin na di lang naman daw ako ang nawalan ng tatay and nasa ganun na situation. So dun nag start sama ng loob ko. Then now, it feels like my mom finally moved on sa lahat and na forgive na yung mga relatives dun. But sincemalaki na ko and can decide for my own, ako ayoko ng connections sa kanila. Feel ko i haven't moved on pero no one gets it kase di naman nila alam what ive been through kaso ang masama dito is nasasabihan ako na mapride ng mom ko kasi daw may work na. And i should reconcile na din with them kase family din daw namin yun.
They don't know na deep inside im still in pain. It has been 24 years but im still in pain. And feel ko, malayo pa ko from being okay. Kase feel ko, lahat ng hardships ko sa life because i somehow became the breadwinner is because of my dad.
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2024.05.17 17:07 ikieneng My fanfiction - episode 3!

My fanfiction - episode 3!
The next part is here! This episode is actually so long that I'm going to split it, so today, you're only getting part 2 of 3.
DISCLAIMERS (the same ones as before)
The point of this fanfiction is not to be a straight-up continuation of events with the same themes, intensity, and tone. If you go into it with those expectations, you are probably not going to like it. Rather, it’s supposed to be how I wish things went if these events were real life. The resolution you want for a real-life situation isn’t often the right choice for a show, but it can be incredibly beautiful. Think of what you’re about to read to be a separate show then.
Episode 1 of this fanfiction begins after the episode “2:00” (season 2 episode 4), so it replaces the episode “Cake” and the ones that follow it. This fanfiction expects you to have seen the entirety of seasons 1 and 2, so you should watch those first.
I myself am bursting into the story here. The narrator and me are the same. While my character is like 95% real me, don’t take events about my life described here as facts. Some aspects of my life have been changed for the story. In my head, I started writing like an “alternate me” character in 2016, fulfilling a lot of the things that I wish I had in life, adding that to my story. I’m not really from Ukraine. I speak fluent Ukrainian as a foreign language, I started learning it in 2014, and I’ve talked to tons of people from there, but I’m not from Ukraine. I also don’t have as much money as I do in the story. I wish lmao.
If you want to post your own fanfiction, feel free to do so! To get your own post flair for your fanfic, and to appear in the side bar, please message me.
Just some code, so the thumbnail of the first link isn’t used as the thumbnail of the post:
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Part 2 (day 2)
During the first day of us being together in the attic, Leanne would not tell me about her powers yet or any aspect of how that played into the events with the doll, etc., because she knows how crazy the truth sounds. She's always kept it pretty much a secret from everyone outside of the Church of Lesser Saints (although Sean is slowly figuring it out), but with how we might not have a choice than to go the police if we run out of rations before someone comes up into the basement, she knows she has to tell me, because if the police come, they will figure out that there was a living baby there, which was Jericho reanimated by her, but what are the police going to think? That either Dorothy, Sean, Julian, or Leanne snatched a baby, and they're not going to believe any of the supernatural explanations that are the truth. So Leanne knows that she has to convince me of her powers somehow, so I can know the full picture of what happened, so we can come up with a plan for how to handle that. So while it's still our first day locked up together in the attic, she asks me if I'm left-handed or right-handed. I say I'm right-handed. Without telling me, she uses her powers so that when I wake up, I will have lost all sensation in my left hand. When waking up on day 2, at first, of course, I'm a freaked out, but then, she reveals to me that she did it because otherwise, I'd never believe that she really does have supernatural powers. While I’m still pretty freaked out, she takes her Bible and prays over it while reciting some verses, and suddenly, my hand is back to normal.
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I’d need a minute to process what just happened, discovering the supernatural, and once Leanne has reassured me, she’d break down crying, telling me that she has to tell me the full picture of what’s going on with the Turners. I’d hug her and tell her she can tell me when she’s ready. She’d tell me I’d never have believed her otherwise, and I’d tell her that because I know why she did it now, it’s okay, no hard feelings or anything. And she’d tell me the full story of how, when she first came to the Turners and saw the doll, she wanted to give Dorothy a second chance and make her happy by giving her Jericho back, so she made the doll real, so when the Church of Lesser Saints (which she’d tell me about as well) forced her to leave under threat and forced her to turn the baby back into a doll, Dorothy's illusion broke, and she came to the false conclusion that Leanne kidnapped Jericho, and that's why she kidnapped her and why she’s torturing her and locking her up…
That would be another really hard thing to hear, and she'd cry as she'd tell me the rest, like how Sean refuses to wake Dorothy up, which could end all of this in an instant, and how Julian is protecting them, and how there's nothing Leanne can do to change her situation because there is no baby that she can give to her. She'd cry so hard in my arms, and I'd just comfort her a lot more and hug her... My mind would still be blown that I got proof of the supernatural for the first time ever, but I'd feel even more sorry for her than before and that she's being put through all these horrible things while she's completely powerless to change the situation, and I'd be so angry at Sean for refusing to tell Dorothy the truth, and how he's willing to have Leanne go through all this horrible abuse because he can't convince himself to tell Dorothy… “I can’t give Jericho back to her”, she’d tell me, and I’d be like “I wouldn’t either. I wouldn’t trust that woman with caring for any human being, much less a baby”, and Leanne would silently nod with a hint of a smile for a second after the first bit of reassurance that she’s making the right decision before I’m asking her if she knows how Jericho died, and she’d tell me. I'd reassure Leanne that none of this is her fault, that it's horrible what everyone is putting her through instead of facing the hard decisions that could solve it all and end her suffering. “I just wanted to give Mrs. Turner a second chance and make things better for her again because I saw how awful things were with the doll…” My face would like be halfway happy because I think that’s so sweet, it’s such a perfect encapsulation of Leanne’s intentions in season 1, and I’d like rub her back 🥺
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And she’d tell me about all the bullying she’s received by Sean and Julian for it, even after Sean decided to keep the baby, like swapping the labels of the cans of tomato soup with dog food, how they put hundreds of crickets in her room, how Sean went through her things, how Julian hired Wanda to be her fake friend, and how she even overheard Julian even suggesting turning off the heating in her room (she wouldn’t know about the camera because there’s no indication that she ever noticed it).
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She'd tell me about the baptism. People have seen the living baby, so if the police come, they will find out about it, so what do we do then, since they would never believe the truth that Leanne reanimated the doll, and that it was literally Jericho? I’d be like “plausible deniability”, and I’d explain that, by that, I mean “If you reanimated the baby and turned it literally into Jericho, then there’s no living baby that the police can find anywhere. If they find DNA in the house, it will be Jericho’s, so they will assume that it’s not the baby’s. There’s no actual missing baby that they can confidently link to the case. Screw it, if the police get involved, let’s say that Sean, Julian, or heck, even Dorothy must have brought the baby in, and that they threatened you not to tell anyone with non-specific threats, and how could you not take those threats seriously after one of them brought someone’s baby into the house” Leanne would be surprised that I’d be willing to do that and ask me about it. I’d be like “After all you’ve just told me, yeah, let’s do that. It will be your word against theirs, so no one’s gonna actually actually go to prison for this particular crime, and if we’re open about the fact that there was a baby, they might take our account of things more seriously. And are you saying that they continued with the bullying against you after they decided to keep the baby? Did I get that right?” Leanne would nod. “Oh my God… That is so fucking awful, I’m so sorry… Then what’s the point? What are they even trying to achieve? Oh my God…” and hug her again. “You’d do that for me?”, she’d ask, almost in disbelief. “To keep you safe, after I get you out of here? Yeah, I would. You deserve it! Honestly, you deserve to get spoiled so much when we’re out of here!”, and we’d just smile and laugh at each other so much in that moment. She’d say “Thank you!” with a big smile, and I’d say “Of course!”
I'd ask her if there's any evidence of the baptism, and she'd tell me about the tape of it that was shown in the season 1 finale, where George and May showed up in the background, and that's how they knew they were gonna show up soon.
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And I'd see an opportunity to help her there, because this proves that George and May are still alive, that they faked their deaths. In the season 2 premiere, of course, when Dorothy claimed that May was in her house while showing the police her old news segment where she was reporting about May's likely death, Dorothy sounded crazy to the police,
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but if we showed them the tape of George and May showing up less than three weeks ago, then not only would there be a second witness (Leanne) swearing that they saw May, but the police would have proof, and we could have the police go up against the Church of Lesser Saints and prosecute them and lock them up for their heinous crimes and abuse, and if successful, Leanne could finally be safe from them. I wouldn't know much about them yet because Leanne hasn't told me much, but when I suggest that, she'd almost laugh on shock and the joyous thought of maybe not having to be afraid of them anymore at some point, and that would make me smile and say "Let's do it! Big task, I know, but let’s do it!" I'd ask her if she knows where the tape is, and she'd say it's probably among the other DVDs in the living room or still in the DVD player. I'd tell her that when I sneak out of the house whenever that's hopefully gonna happen, I'll take the tape with me, which is when she tells me to please also take Dorothy's news tape from March 11, 2011 with me (the tape of the pageant where she first met Dorothy). I'd ask her why, and she'd tell me she's gonna tell me another day. She'd tell me I can watch it when I got it, and I'd say okay to that.
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Leanne and me would make the most of the time in the attic until either
  1. She will be let out for a few hours, and I can sneak out, get the DVDs, and prepare everything to rescue her, get her to safety, and alert the authorities, or
  2. We will have to call the police from the attic when we run out of rations.
For now, we'd eat half of that day's rations (including some tomato soup), and then, I'd do something to lift her up after all that terrible stuff that happened and these heavy conversations. I'd show her a lot of music on my phone and introduce her to that part of my world a little bit 😊 Wanting to show her some music, I’d ask her what kind of music she’s into, and she’d say she doesn’t really know any specific music because the Church of Lesser Saints didn’t allow music because anything that feels good is a temptation to them…
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I’d be like “That’s horrible… They didn’t even let you listen to songs?” Leanne would be like “That’s probably all really strange to you”, and I’d say “No, it’s really not. I mean, it’s pretty awful that they put you through that, but it’s far from something unrelatable for me. My parents are Christian, and growing up, all the music I knew was Christian music. It wasn’t, like, explicitly forbidden or anything, but until 2008, when I got into middle school - fifth grade for us, I only knew one single song that wasn’t Christian, and I only knew it because it played over the end credits of a movie I saw in the theater with my father. I listened to it a lot of years later after I’ve researched what it’s called, and it wasn’t actually that great because I’ve gotten to know so much other music since, but yeah, religiously speaking, I had a really hard time growing up, which I didn’t even realize until I came back from America”. We’d just look at each other for a second and realize without words just how much we can relate to each other in this regard. I’d be like “I think we just opened up another bottomless barrel. God, we got so much to talk about!”, and we’d just laugh for a moment because of how understood we feel by each other now!
I’d suggest finally listening to some music. My YouTube channel about it didn’t exist at the time, but I have a passion for the Eurovision Song Contest (I can’t stand the EBU, the organization that runs the whole thing, but at the time of this story, in December 2022, I didn’t have a problem with it yet) Opening up Spotify on my phone, I’d think what songs from it she might like, and instinctually, I’d think she’s probably never heard anything like Eastern European modern folk music before, which would make me think that she’d probably really like Željko Joksimović’s entries (he wrote and performed Serbia & Montenegro 2004, and Serbia 2012, and he also wrote Bosnia & Herzegovina 2006, Serbia 2008, and Montenegro 2015), and I’d take out my dual AirPod adapter (please tell me if such a device actually exists, because I really want one lol) and put on “Lejla” by Hari Mata Hari (Bosnia & Herzegovina 2006). This is the song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oyB09CWhzb4
She’d listen with intrigue. The beautiful instrumental intro, the many unfamiliar instruments, the rich melody, the emotional expressiveness, and how it’s in a language she doesn’t understand. She’s heard nothing like it before, and she’d love it! After I explain Eurovision to her, I’d tell her it’s one of my favorite entries ever and ask her if she wants to hear more, and she’d emphatically say yes! I’d show her the other entries I already mentioned (
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KgBJjzivCc4
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Sn3TKoPeA0
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=48_wOw1SLyg
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LnrTDS85rC8
Honestly, we'd enjoy these moments so much, and she'd want to hear more and more, she’s known nothing like this kind of music. Considering how she likes the jazz and popera music the Turners got playing sometimes, I think she’d love these songs. I'd show her more music, like the Netherlands 2022 ("De diepte" by S10, which I think would be her favorite entry ever: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I7NyzU1ob_M ), and a lot more, and in the middle of this horrible situation we're in, we'd have such a great and happy time listening to all this music!
After a while of listening to a lot of music together while sitting close together shoulder-to-shoulder, we’d get talking again. She’d wanna know more about my religious background.
Side note, I’m gonna be pretty honest about what I think here, but this is not exactly the kind of show that attracts fundamentalists or religiously intolerant people, so you probably won’t have a problem with it.
I'd tell her my parents are specifically Protestant Christians, and they are crazy fundamentalists whose version of their faith was beyond hateful to so many people. I'd tell her that while my faith was already waning, I switched to Catholic Christianity (I’d tell her that I made the change because I thought they were right about some core issues in the faith, but in retrospect, I’ve realized what a complete mess the Bible is, that it contradicts itself at every turn, and that what you think about any specific issue really depends on where you look, and what explanations you come up with to dismiss the rest), but about a year later, I left Christianity behind. I lost my faith in the New Testament first, so I became a Noahide for a while (I'd tell her what that means, it's basically what Judaism would like someone who isn't a Jew to do because there's no obligation to convert and join the Jewish people) because I still believed in God and Tanakh (the Old Testament), but after getting really deep into the Mitzvot (Law of Moses), I was so disgusted by God and the horrible things he expects of people and does to them (particularly Deuteronomy 22:28-29…), how cruel and oppressive he is all throughout scripture, and so, I then believed for a while that there's SOME higher power out there, but that it's not Yahweh (since I don't believe in Tanakh anymore, I have no problem saying that name), but with the radio silence I received from whatever higher power is out there, and how the explanations I made for myself to make myself belief in its existence faded, I became an Atheist and just left it all behind. It was a gradual process for me.
Hearing that for the first time would be so therapeutic for her with how she's had doubts in her faith for a long time, coming closer and closer to losing it completely (I mean, the whole reason she’s in the show in the first place is because she physically left the Church of Lesser Saints, knowing she’d be hunted down. People tend to forget that when talking about Leanne’s religiosity). I'd ask her what she believes now, and she'd say she doesn't really know. She's struggling so much with how she sees God because of all the things he's willing to put her through and the things that are done in his name in the Church of Lesser Saints that she still believes he's connected to, and she just wants to let go of it all sometimes and finally defy God, but she's afraid. I'd tell her that she doesn't need to be afraid. When I found out that Jesus and Christianity and all of it are fake, it was really hard for me at first, and it hurt like crazy knowing that it was all a lie, but that it will get better quickly after that because then, you'll realize that life after religion is life free from religion and its crazy rules and nonsensical restrictions for the sake of restrictions, restrictions for the sake of pleasing someone that would never do the same for you and won’t even reply to you.
I know what Leanne is about to tell me because I've seen the rest of the show, but she'd tell me about what happened when she died in the fire. I'd be like "What? What fire?", and because it’s not the point, she'd quickly say that her house burnt down when she was six years old with her, her mother, and her father in it, and that she died and was resurrected by the Church of Lesser Saints, and that's how she joined them. I'd say like "Oh my God... Oh my God, I'm so sorry" and just hug her…
Giving her comfort about all these things she's never talked about with anyone, that makes me happy to imagine, helping her heal from her wounds! I just want nothing but to make her feel better and make her heal 😔
And then, she'd say what she wanted to say, that when she died, she went to Heaven and saw other people that died there, so how can God not be real? After asking about some of the details, I'd say that that doesn't mean that Christianity is true. She saw a place where people who died had another life, but that exists in so many religions, and maybe whatever created that place didn't tell people about it, so it might not even be any religion that is practiced. And most importantly, she went to Heaven before the Church of Lesser Saints ever knew her, so if outsiders go to Heaven, then they can't be the truth.
(I don’t think that the Church of Lesser Saints is the truth in-universe because of that, to be frank. Also because Julian went to Heaven as an Atheist in “Goose”).
That would blow her mind, and she'd say she'd have to think about that, and I'd say sure, like, when I first had the realizations that doomed my faith, I had to think about a lot of it at first as well, it took quite a while to unwind. And I'd tell her that in Tanakh, Heaven is never a place where people go after they die anyway, but where God, the angels, and Satan reside (and Satan is something completely different in Tanakh, not the supervillain of the universe). Later, Christianity just came along and introduced Heaven as a place where people go after they die, and it doesn't line up with Tanakh at all because it's a lie. And Tanakh is just as fake as the New Testament anyway, so whatever she saw is not the concept of Heaven, neither the Jewish nor the Christian concept. Considering how close Leanne already was to losing it before I came along, this would really get her thinking, and this whole conversation would really deepen how much we understand each other on such a deep level, and how close we feel! ❤️ And not only would I make HER feel the love she's never received and help her so much in life in so many ways, but having someone understand ME that well and finding her, omg, she would lift ME up so much just by being who she is! Honestly, Leanne is like the person who, if she were real, would be the one who'd understand me like no one else, and you can see how much in love I am with her just through a screen, now imagine we'd actually be there in real life, that's the most wonderful thing ever to imagine, for both of us!
Side note lol: In the show, it's clear that Leanne likes boys, but I honestly think that my headcanon where she slowly falls in love with me (a woman) would work. Leanne's sexuality is enough of a blank slate of the show for this to work. There's no indication that she likes girls in that way, but also absolutely nothing to contradict it. It's also shown how she explores her sexuality for the first time in season 1 once she comes to the Turners after running away from the Church of Lesser Saints. When Dorothy grabs Sean, Leanne sees it and later imitates it on Julian, showing how she is exploring these concepts for the first time, something that was clearly forbidden at the Church of Lesser Saints. If the writers made her fall in love with a woman in the show, it would have worked and been really believable because of all this. Leanne's sexuality is an almost completely blank slate. Just wanted to say that ahaha…
We still don’t know when the next time will be that someone will come up into the attic and “give” Leanne a few hours or less out of there, presenting an opportunity for me to sneak out and get the plan in motion to free Leanne with less risk than there would be if we called the police right now with us unarmed.
And we’d listen to some more music. A little bit into us listening to music, I’d create a Spotify playlist right there, going through my liked songs and creating a long playlist of music I think she might like, with her right next to me, seeing that I’m creating that playlist for her! And she’d find that really sweet 😊 I actually created it lol: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4Y8Skhmf72ElUFKPxoT4e4?si=f9ceac038fa84f61
Giving her another hint. I’d show her pictures of Eurovision 2017, when it was in my city Kyiv. I’d also show her the picture I took with Blanche from Belgium at the opening ceremony back then and tell Leanne that she was my biggest celebrity crush of my life, that I was so in love with her, another reminder that’s testing the waters 😁😊❤️ And she’d find that really sweet! I’d wanna show her the livestream where the moment is forever immortalized (in the story, not in real life, which would be here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xPaJxwFFZGk ), only to realize that it’s blocked in America lol, “but anyway, that was at Mariyinskyy Palats in Kyiv, it’s like a red carpet ceremony that’s done every year during rehearsal week, the week before the actual contest, and I went there wearing my best dress and best makeup and… [laughing because I’m so embarrassed] I gave her red roses with a card inside that has some text and my phone number on it, painted in the colors of the rainbow flag to be as explicit as possible” Leanne would smile big time, and she’d ask “Did she reply?”, and I’d be like “She messaged me after the contest, thanking me and saying that she has a boyfriend, and I wished her all the best, and that was it. Doesn’t really matter though. I like to look back on it all, but I’m not interested in her anymore. Her political views are kind of yikes anyway, we’d only argue because of that” (none of this happened in reality, we never actually met).
After a tiny bit of silence while sitting shoulder-to-shoulder, I’d ask her “You ever really been in love?”, and almost giggling, she’d be like “I don’t know. I just… I don’t know. Let’s talk about something else. This was in your city?”, and I’d say yes, and that Eurovision is usually held in the winning country of the previous year, and Ukraine won in 2016, so Kyiv it was in 2017. She’d carefully ask me if I came to America because of the war, and with some sighing, I’d tell her yes. She’d ask if I wanna talk about it, and I’d say “A little bit is okay”. I’d tell her it’s been going on in the East of Ukraine since 2014, but when the full-scale invasion began in February (this takes place in December of 2022), they bombed Kyiv, and troops moved toward Kyiv really fast. I had a complete mental breakdown for days. It was only after two days that I could snap out of it, and I packed my things and decided to flee the country… I was just so scared, I knew I wouldn’t survive mentally or physically if I stayed, and I definitely didn’t wanna live under R_ssian occupation. I hitchhiked to the city of Bila Tserkva south of Kyiv, took trains to Poland, and flew to America from there. I’d tell her “I lived here before and really liked it, like I said, it was the best year of my life, so that’s where I instinctually decided to go. I definitely didn’t wanna stay in Poland”.
I’d probably really start crying when I tell her this because it’s such a painful memory, and Leanne would slowly start to hug me (physical affection is something new for her, she’s still figuring out how to do these things, and that’s okay), and I’d just take a sudden pause from crying for a moment and look up to her (I’m four inches shorter lol), seeing her look at me, and we’re almost realizing our mutual empathy and understanding without words in that moment! She’d say at the end how scary that must have been and if I was alone the entire time. It would honestly mean so much to me, her comforting me, especially about these difficult moments, and I’d tell her that I was alone the entire way… I’d tell her my sisters and nieces live in Poland now, and that my father is still in Ukraine. She’d ask about my mother, and I’d say that as far as I know, she’s still there, but I haven’t spoken to her since 2017, and I never will again. She’s absolutely destroyed my life and put me through so much trauma that I can never forgive her for. Leanne would go “Me, too” (about her own mother), and we’d both giggle a bit in that moment because we get how alike we are in that experience, having had our mothers wreck both of our lives, and how crazy it is that we’re here right now just talking about all this so openly.
It would be rather late by that point, and we’d start eating the other half of that day’s rations. Leanne would go straight for the canned tomato soup again, and I’d tell her how cute I find it that she loves it so much! She’d smile and react non-verbally in her typical way that is so hard to put into words, and I tell her how cute I find the little ways she reacts to things with her face! She’d smile some more and then say “Most people just think I’m weird” with a less happy tone and face, but I’d say “People find the most stupid things to complain about, and people like you and me who don’t fit in, we’re easy targets. The things about you that people find weird, I’d rather call them peculiar, and I like them! These little things about you are so cute for real!”, and she’d really smile and just look at me for a moment.
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I’d be like “What?” (in a happy and curious tone), and she’d be like “I like it, too when you do this with your eyes!”. I’d roll them over toward her and say “You mean like this?” and make her laugh while she says yes, then roll them back and forth and ask “Or like this?”, and we’d laugh even more!
We’d hear a sound from downstairs and quiet down pretty much immediately as the reality of our situation kicks in again and we know that we can’t have the Turners hear us, or we’re both screwed. We’d wait until we’re sure they’re not coming into the attic and only THEN, we’d continue to talk. She’d just say “I’m scared”, and I’d say “Me, too”, and we’d just hold each other before we eat the rest of the small meal. I’d be like “Like I said yesterday, I’m almost as obsessed with Ben & Jerry’s as you are. Almost! I really gotta get you some when we leave here! In fact, I promise you I will! I wanna see the reaction on your face the first time you taste it!”, and she’d say “I’d like that very much!” with a smile!
And back on a more somber note, I’d ask her how long they usually leave her in here for… She’d say that the last time was a whole weekend, so three nights… I’d say “Let’s hope it’s sooner than that this time…” We’d make plans for how I’m gonna sneak out the next time that happens, like, specifically. I’d tell her that when they let her out of the attic and leave the door unlocked as a result, I’d wait a minute and wait for everyone to get downstairs. I’d tell her to give me an audible signal that it’s safe to sneak one floor further downstairs, like saying something loudly or kicking something. I’d then sneak onto the third floor, and then the second one, and wait for Mrs. Turner to go back to the third floor and the attic. I’d then sneak into the living room, get the DVDs, and go into the basement, where I’d go through the side door. She’d confirm my question that it leads to the garden behind the kitchen. I’d say I’ll hide there until I can see that no one’s in the kitchen. She’d confirm that the code in the back is the same as the one at the front door - 0603. And I say I’d then leave through the back door, into the park, take the bus home, take a shower, write down everything I’ve seen in a letter meant for the police, send it to my online friend Liam, and tell him to alert the Philadelphia police if I’m not back online confirming I’m safe within 24 hours, and to not read the letter until then. The rest of the plan is to then fully load and get my gun, get to the Turner house by bike, have a large taxi wait one block away, and then force the Turners to let me in by displaying my gun and disengaging the safety lever right in front of whoever’s at the door, and explain to everyone that I am there to get Leanne, and that I’ll call the police and report them right then and there if they refuse to cooperate in any way. If Dorothy tries to do anything to stop me like she probably will, I’d tell her that Sean and Julian know where Jericho is (I mean, they do, because Jericho is dead and they refuse to wake Dorothy up), that they knew this entire time, and that’s that’s the reason Leanne is not talking, because there is nothing she can do. I’d add something like “And they’ve been lying to you this entire time, all while YOU put Leanne through the most disgusting abuse imaginable! I’m getting her out of here right now!”
Leanne would say that Dorothy wouldn’t believe me because this sounds so different from the version of events she believes in. I’d ask when Jericho died, and Leanne would tell me August 26. I’d go “Then I’ll tell Mrs. Turner ‘ Here’s what I want you to do after I leave, Mrs. Turner. If you want to find out where Jericho is, there’s a pretty straightforward way for you to do it. You go look up death records in Philadelphia from August 26 this year. There, you will find something really weird. You’ll know exactly what I mean when you see it. Then you ask these two lying motherfuckers about it until they tell you the truth! They will keep on lying like they have this entire time, but you push them until they give you an explanation that explains what you’ll see among the records. Do it right after I leave, you can do that online! August 26 this year! And when they try to keep you from doing that, that’s how you’ll know I’m telling the truth!” I think Leanne would be really impressed by what I’m saying and the sheer boldness of it. I’d look over at her, and with a heavy smile, I’d say “Of course” and embrace her again.
And I’d tell Leanne that if I can’t find the baptism tape, I’ll take all the tapes that aren’t news tapes or movies and whatever disc is in the player, if there is one there. Leanne would tell me to make sure the police can’t find the news tape, and I’d say “Sure. I’ll hide it somewhere at home after I watch it.” Then, Leanne would tell me to please take her Bible and the porcelain baby and card from the cake I gave her with me
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(in the real show, she actually keeps her Bible even after she loses her faith, probably because she needs it for some of her powers) because she doesn’t know if she can take it with her herself, depending on how things go on the day, so she can be sure that she doesn’t lose either, and of course, I’d promise her. I’d also say that I’m really glad that the porcelain baby from the cake means so much to her now, just like I intended, to make her happy 😊
And I’d say that when I’m done saying what I’m planning to say to Dorothy when I go rescue Leanne, I’ll tell the Turners to empty their pockets and put everything on the table and tell them to go into the bathroom and lock it. I’d stay right there to make sure they’re not getting out, then call Leanne on the Samsung phone I already gave her and tell her to get whatever she needs, put on some clothes from the attic that don’t make her look suspicious outside (because if she walked outside with me in sleepwear while I got a gun, that would make it look as if I was kidnapping her), and come downstairs. As soon as she’s past the bathroom door, I’d unlock it, and we’d walk backwards together while still pointing the guns in the direction of the Turners. I’d tell Dorothy again to go look up the death records right now (the timing is important to keep them from calling the police immediately, so we can get to the police first), and we’d get out of the house, run to the taxi, and drive off, and call the police from inside the taxi. Leanne would ask me where we’re gonna ask the taxi to take us, and I’d suggest maybe a hotel in Allentown, where we’ll be safe from the Turners, and because we probably need to stay in Pennsylvania, so the police can come to us without leaving their jurisdiction. I’d hold Leanne’s hand tight and promise her everything’s gonna be okay, that I’ll make damn sure that she’ll be safe!
Since we have no idea when the Turners will let her out of the attic again, we’d clean up immediate giveaways that that someone else is there (mostly just meaning we’d put the rest of the food in my backpack and hide my backpack). She’d then give me the porcelain baby, the card, and her Bible for safekeeping, and I’d put it in my pocket. We’d then take videos to document everything that’s in the attic, showing that we are indeed locked up, to keep as evidence for the police.
We’d then get ready for bed. Again, we have to share a mattress and covers. I’d insist this time that I sleep on the side of the mattress that’s closer to the stairs leading up into the attic in case Dorothy decides to assault Leanne again, so I’m in the way. And when we lay down, because we still only have one mattress and covers for the both of us, we’d actually be really close together physically, and before falling asleep, we’d just look at each other again and again and smile every time we open our eyes and catch each other just looking at the other 😊

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2024.05.17 14:27 Klutzy-Sherbet-9223 Please help! Real life trolley problem...

[TLDR: I'm afraid of MIL+partner, and have to choose between attending important event at my own(!) indie art gallery (the same place they previously threw a tantrum at me with people present, which they didn't acknowledge or apologize for) where they plan to be attending, and risk hurting myself..., or do I stay away & keep myself out of this threatening situation, which means hurting people I care for? Both might endanger the work I built and love, but not sure which is more likely]
Let me first of all get my imposter dysphoria out of the way: I self diagnosed ADHD at 32 and now, at 36, finally moving past the gatekeeping trolls of classical autism. Despite (clueless) people laughing at me for wondering whether I might be autistic: Sorry not sorry I'm calling AuDHD. This. Explains. Everything. But I guess my masking skills are on Olympic qualification level.
So I'm still in a deep dive of information gathering, listing everything and making sense of who I actually am, and being so relieved and sad after all these years of not understanding what's wrong with me. So amazing to experience these developments in psychology and social sciences, and the more nuanced views on AuDHD, all made possible through world wide conversation and sharing between marginalised people. A revolution of sorts!
I'm still in some sort of identity crisis and very much traumatized by the millions of hours of therapy I struggled though, trying to work on my depression and personality... Always thinking I'm doing something wrong. So much work. Fun times.
Anyway: now you know where I am: part of the reason I didn't find out sooner, is because I've been living with an amazing & autistic husband for about 17 years: he didn't really know either, so we both thought a lot of Autistic things were super normal haha. My family; yup, same. His family; even deeper in the spectrum-soup. All this didn't become clear until this year, me being the last piece of the puzzle, so to speak. Me; being the extraverted, chronically ill, artistic, tired, depressed, funny, queer, unorganized people pleaser trying to keep everyone together and falling apart. Them: ...
Let me tell you, it's a long story. I'll try and keep it as short as possible.
My husband (M35) and I (NB36) have always been living and moving around in the same art scene, in the same big city as MIL (F63) and her wife (F51) of 12 years. (MIL's wife has never been a mother figure to either of us, they only got together a couple of years after husband and me met. My relationship with her has always been complicated and fragile, but it all went really south when her then-girlfriend moved in with her. I'll save you the joke, but it was quick.)
They're a smart and impressive but explosive couple, always arguing and losing friends and making enemies all around town. They don't seem to notice. Meanwhile they have been projecting all their insecurities and rejection sensitive dysphoria on me, trying to become more close like a proper cool artsy clan, with frequent outbursts of anger, despair, taking offense with things I didn't see coming. Never thinking for a moment about their part in all this, or how they push her son and me away with all the drama and fighting, with a reconciliation of sorts every 2 years, usually in the shape of me sort of apologising or letting things that hurt me slide, to keep the peace. They are not open to feedback or positive criticism; the few times I stood up for myself, asking for the fat shaming or harsh critique of my art to stop, they cried and got angry about being accused of something, and me limiting their free speech as well. Every time I've told them about my low self esteem, depression and struggles with pain and low energy, and every time they see me they say: oh you really look better now, so nice that you're a bit more healthy. Loving and well meaning, I'm sure. But very invalidating, and I try saying tactfully that I have my ups and downs, unfortunately. They have told my husband I'm always defensive. (Well, now I guess I must come across that way, even though to me that seemed unlikely. That's AuDHD for ya!)
Last three appointments I was about 10 minutes- half an hour late (let them know by message but they didn't see the last time) due to severe panic attacks, and they got angry I'm always late, saying it must be because I don't like them, and started screaming and crying right there in the restaurant. When I tried to save the situation by confessing I get anxious about what to wear, not wanting to look fat (which is hard because I am, and even when I wasn't, MIL always made clear she thought I was), and also being afraid about them getting angry. (Irony.) Well that didn't work, shocks, they have been saying I hate them and don't want to be with them (!) and gloriously fulfilled their own prophecy.
To top it all off, they came to our small indie gallery a couple of weeks ago, they started almost immediately crying (MIL) and hissing at me, seemingly out of nowhere (although they told my husband I hurt them by shoving in their faces about how we loved my family more...)
I guess they referred to: me telling them I had to leave, talking enthusiasticly about the trip we were taking to meet my niece for her 16th birthday, and how we had trouble taking time off from work, but my niece really wasn't doing well mentally so my cousin was grateful we could be there, planning the party around our work schedule! You know, me putting on a mask by being all bubbly and agreeable... Honestly forgetting about their RSD! (I understand why, now)
So that's when they started crying and cursing at me right there and then, in the middle of our small art gallery, surrounded by two horrified visitors, one artist and our new employee. I froze, think I said something along the lines of: " this is not something to discuss here" and ran to the storage room, sobbing in some paper towels and feeling like trash. The artist came after me, consoling me and saying that was weird as duck. When I came out, they had left. My husband immediately after I told him sent them a text: "please don't treat my wife like that. We'll talk later, I can't now." That felt good.
Didn't hear from them until after our weekend away, when my husband told me they invited themselves over to celebrate his birthday that weekend and he couldn't really help it. That sucked. I didn't dare calling (so much anxiety) so wrote them an email carefully wording how I was still shaking from our encounter, and how I was sad about our clashing, saying we should meet up and talk about it when we were all ready to do so; but for this birthday celebration, I wouldn't be able to be present without talking about what happened honestly, and would hate for my husbands birthday to be weighed down by that. I suggested to make myself scarce and leave them be, and asked them to name a date and place to talk it all through. Before you ask: I was careful not to include angry or passive-aggressive remarks, I even asked a friend to check for that specifically. (Had to edit a bit haha) I did this for my husband to not ruin his relationship with his mother, and because I feel sad for her. Even though I felt like betraying my self worth a bit, and had to really censure myself. But hey, I'm used to that!
On the one hand; with my -since then- discovered AuDHD, I must admit I am probably less good at reading and interpreting and projecting certain social cues or body language. On the other hand: keep in mind everyone in this story is definitely (undiagnosed) autistic.
It has been exhausting and frankly I'm ready to throw in the towel and bow out of social gatherings. I love my MIL but I'm tired of her, and I'm actually afraid of what her wife is capable of, she can become very angry, not only with me, actually there's always someone she will rant about quite intensely. Actually, my husband and them decided that would be for the best, when I wasn't there, last week.
And now for the twist: there's an opening in our gallery this afternoon (EU), and the girls are coming... Or so they told my husband anyway. It's an important local artist and they really care about being at these events. I want to go. I'm tired but wouldn't want to miss it. The artist is quite a good friend of mine and to top it off, I'm an auntie to her children, who I haven't seen in a while and would be very disappointed if I weren't there. Also: it's MY ducking gallery, MY exhibition, MY friend and her amazing kids who would be so disappointed and possibly hurt... Also also I feel like a jerk leaving all the work to my husband+employee. This is our biggest opening yet!
I can't imagine not going.
To be fair: my husband has offered to ask them not to come, but added that it would make things more difficult between them. He says I could always go for a stroll and avoid them. But I have been anxious for weeks now about them being capable of attacking me in broad daylight, and now it's not just two customers and my friend, but possibly the complete metropolitan art scene.
What do I do? Take the risk? Accept the exhaustion and humiliation and possibly having to recover for days? (Did I mention I have two more gallery days ahead of me, only just having found out how much it takes out of me to be there?) Please help me make a sensible decision, my people! I know there's no one perfect solution for everything (do I?) but it feels like a pivotal moment...
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2024.05.17 14:13 haveyoutriedcbd 3-Part Rant … I’d love to hear from other teachers!

Part 1: I’m a teacher. Tuesday morning, I was approached and partially peer pressured by another teacher into signing up for the staff vs students volleyball game. I used to be great at sports (even had a state record as a teen and qualified for the f-ing Olympic trials) and I am currently still mourning the physically active person that I was, and coming to terms with my diagnosis and my limits. I declined to play, but offered to be there for student behavior management. When she asked why I didn’t want to play, I explained that, while it’s not obvious, I do have a disability that causes my joints to easily dislocate and my dominant shoulder is the worst one, and playing volleyball would basically guarantee that it dislocates. She accepted my offer to sit out.
Part 2: That evening (Tuesday), I had a personal training session at a new gym. My doctor told me that as soon as I can do 15 min of brisk cardio without hurting myself, I’m good to start doing light strength training as I have become very weak the past few years. I was told that my trainer had PT experience and works with people with disabilities. I explained to her that I am very familiar with the sacrifices needed to get stronger and feel better, but also I need her to respect my limits. I explained EDS and how one degree too far can totally mess up my joint. I explained that I experience pain tenfold due to central sensitization. But she wouldn’t stop it with the “no pain, no gain!” mindset and ended up pushing me too far after I told her I physically couldn’t and now, I have a seriously subluxed left hip.
Part 3: To the final portion of my rant, I have been limping because of my hip. The unsteadiness of my hip has also made the other side hurt due to compensation. Other teachers and staff have noticed. And apparently, word on the street is, I magically developed a disability just in time so that I do not have to participate in the volleyball game. And how the timing of my “disability reveal” is quite suspicious.
Thankfully I’m leaving this school due to other serious systemic issues with the administration. But now I feel my reputation is ruined and also I’m still in a ton of pain.
I’d love to get support from other teachers here. At my next school, should I be candid upfront about my disability? I’m thinking about getting a cane to help me on days like this but I’ve never used a mobility aid aside from a special stand that holds my instruments up for me (I teach music). How do you interact with other staff members regarding your mobility? How much should be new administration know?
Thank you 🩵
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2024.05.17 13:39 EmbarrassedPoem242 Asking for your opinions and tips on my treatment and nootrops for Panic Disorder + new meds for PD + ADHD, qutting benzos and on SSRI.

Hi,
I have marked most imporant parts as how long I use each meds in what dose, info of me, my questions, supplements used, nootropics thinking of, new meds for panic disorder treatment, plan to quit benzos, asking about Memantine. If you want, here is whole story and treatment:) Thx I have a lifetime nonmedicated ADHD + OCD (will finally have atomoexin in july after like 8 docs) but mainly severe panic disorder since 12/23 caused by badly burning out and not stopping work + too much stress from all sides, mostly family and workspace/company. It started close to xmas and wanted to finish year and worked until my body completely disabled to it to me but right after it came xmas, which is not my fav time of year ending in keeping me in attacks 24/7. Btw Im 29yo man, 193cm, 90kg, sporting, financial advisor solo businessman, living alone, used to be really busy all the time, multiple addictions behind me mostly because depression (alcohol),pain (kratom) and stimulants bcs its so addictive with adhd :D But I dont abuse anything since 02/23 when I barely survived WD from forced CT a lot of alcohol every day and I want to be healthy and drugs free!
I am currently getting off xanax and on SSRI, starting my new recovery plan below as previous didnt help enough and asking if you know anything that could help me get my full life back sooner I work as I can/want, mostly 2-6 h/day and only from home, going to multiple types of therapy, investing insane money to get recovered and looking for every possible way. I am open for any tip or suggestion on nootropic, peptide, maybe even SARMs that could help me get over this. Even if you dont have time or dont want to read all previous treatment and new plan and have idea what could help me, write it please. But I have to be careful with anything interacts with SSRI as I will be also on buspar, I have a safe med for serotonin syndrome if needed.. Also if you see gaps or risks in my meds plan, some ideas, useful info or better ways, I will be glad to know it:) Mostly about Memantine - when to use, in which part of protocol it will be most beneficial or what to expect.
I use/tried almost every useful supplement including adaptogens, herbs, expensive vitamins, mushrooms, gotu kola, NAC, tyrosine, inositol and just anything that could be useful + basics use all year. Also have Alpha GPC which made my adhd brain supercomputer before I got beaten but now doesnt work. Tried before noopept and a lot of racetams, idra21 and some more but with no effect and modafinil before with effect, but mostly anxiety, too much concentrating on one thing and severe insomnia.
I am already pretty sure about Agmatine, Sulbutiamine instead of Benfotiamine (any difference?), not sure of Bromantane on ssri (?), 9-me is no go, maybe NALT (?), Theacrine as Im tired from SSRI all the time and too much coffee makes me axnious, maybe Vinpocetine or Uridine triacetate? centrophenoxine? dihexa?
My treatment from december to now:
I had no idea wth is this, told my psychologist what is happening to me and asking many times if its serious and casually replied that is probably from stress. So I treated it as burnout by resting, then removing original causes and triggers, removing problems from my mind and life, reducing stress to minimum, even leaving my pretty good paid job after 9 yers. But nothing helped besides benzos which made me not feel attacks so much and when I went off after 6 weeks, symptoms came back the same day.
I always said no to ADs but this time I didnt see any other option so I got SSRI citalopram 20, later 30mg now 6 weeks, first weeks were hell of anxiety and tiredness, last 2 weeks they help but effect is enough to keep me attack free only at home, outside flat still almost instant PA + side effects are still bad.
Same with benzos now again for 6 weeks afte break from previous cycle, mostly xanax 1,5-2mg a day, when Im home with no problems I can stay on 0,5mg with no WD. But want to quit asap, Im standing on the edge of little discomfort or living hell WDs. Also it makes me dumb, careless and not caring, but dont have cravings or abuse them, until now there was no other medication in my country :/ Also I already had GABA WDs pretty bad from alcohol many times and from phenibut in february by mistake (3 weeks of 2-3x a week before I had benzos). I would rather skip this opportunity to be on boat walking simulator with scary shadowy guy in my bedroom.
Next week I will make a big changes:
Will to add Buspar in small doses to SSRI, probably 30mg citalopram + 2x7,5mg buspar for long term and propranolol over benzos before I leave flat for panic attacks - I have mostly physical symptoms and over these months my brain has learned to go panic mode when I go around people or noise but im not scared, wanting to hide or anxious, want to go out. Hope this will allow me to relearn the BIOS of my brain and body they wont start panicking as it has learned over months of nonstop attack (january until end of april, just moving on scale 1-10 but never off). Propranolon as beta-blocker should not allow my body to go panic defense mode and mental anxiety I can handle now. My mind is still quite ok, not much depressed or in bad mood, last days even thinking a bit sharper and can handle it but body/brain program are stuck. Hope this will allow me over time to get off SSRI to just Buspar + non addictive anxiety aid as needed or at least switch to SNRI or Wellbutrin as im energetic person but with this SSRI im meeeeeeeh all the time.
As propranolon arrives I will cut benzos to lowest dosage where I wont feel WD, probably 0,5mg/day and switch to Clonazepam (have benzos and can ask doc anytime), keep this dose for 2-3 weeks, taper to 0,35mg, wait and this until i go down around 0,2mg/day. Maybe slower if it will be painful or risk worse WDs when i cut them off.
For quitting benzos I have clonidine (WD reduce, camling, ADHD), pregabalin (GABA substance replacement, anti seizure but addictive), baclofen (GABA substance replacement, anti seizure also addictive)), Etifoxine (nonbenzo anxiolytics, I guess mostly PAWS) and Topiramate (seizure and migraine prevention, WD reduce) and Hydroxyzine (sleepy antihistamine nonaddictive) to get off them asap with no risk seizure and suffering for weeks in terrible WDs. I wont use all the aids together but as needed for current symptoms and not get hooked on none of them as only atarax is safe.
Also finally will get ADHD meds atomoxetin, but as I have no energy, even adhd is not so present and clonidine also helps for adhd. And I have found one super special med you will be interested about- Memantine (bgpharm), do you have experiences about this so called miracle drug? It make you feel softly with unlimited brain power, also it shall lower tolerances to almost all substances and by 30-60% over 7-14 days and then make WDs easier + also helps ADHD. But have no idea when to use it in my plan, I got 2 packs and its cheap so can buy more but dont want to mess with getting off bzs and learning to manage going out. Same question with atomoxetin - when to start? its not stimulant so it should not affect attacks nor benzo WD but idk.
Just in case there would be too much serotonin I will have Cyproheptadine for SS. It should not happen from SSRI+Buspiron but some nootropic or WD med can cause it. And just remembered I shall take some ephedrine/yohimbine if my BP or HB goes too slow from propranolon/clonidine... :/
I will still go for checks to doc and psychiatrist but the medical procedures in my country got stuck in time in year when producers of SSRI/benzos gave some gifts for doctors or politics. So they just give you this combo announcing you it will work (didnt) and you wont get addicted in 3 months of xan (would). Also propranolon is not approved med for anxiety in my county, only bzds and buspirone, but after trying several ADs on you :/
Thank you so much for any knowledge you share with me!
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2024.05.17 13:25 EmbarrassedPoem242 Asking for advices, opinions tips on treatment and nootropics for Panic Disorder + new meds for PD + ADHD, qutting benzos and on SSRI

Hi,
I have marked most imporant parts as how long I use each meds in what dose, info of me, my questions, supplements used, nootropics thinking of, new meds for panic disorder treatment, plan to quit benzos, advice about Memantine. If you want, there is whole story and treatment:) Thx I have a lifetime nonmedicated ADHD + OCD (will finally have atomoexin in july after like 8 docs) but mainly severe panic disorder since 12/23 caused by badly burning out and not stopping work + too much stress from all sides, mostly family and workspace/company. It started close to xmas and wanted to finish year and worked until my body completely disabled to it to me but right after it came xmas, which is not my fav time of year ending in keeping me in attacks 24/7. Btw Im 29yo man, 193cm, 90kg, sporting, financial advisor self employed, living alone, used to be really busy all the time, multiple addictions behind me mostly because depression (alcohol),pain (kratom) and stimulants bcs its so addictive with adhd :D But I dont abuse anything since 02/23 when I barely survived WD from forced CT a lot of alcohol every day and I want to be healthy and drugs free!
I am currently getting off xanax and on SSRI, starting my new recovery plan below as previous didnt help enough and asking if you know anything that could help me get my full life back sooner I work as I can/want, mostly 2-6 h/day and only from home, going to multiple types of therapy, investing insane money to get recovered and looking for every possible way. I am open for any tip or advice on nootropic, peptide, maybe even SARMs that could help me get over this. Even if you dont have time or dont want to read all previous treatment and new plan and have idea what could help me, write it please. But I have to be careful with anything interacts with SSRI as I will be also on buspar, I have a safe med for serotonin syndrome if needed.. Also if you see gaps or risks in my meds plan, some ideas, useful info or better ways, I will be glad to know it:) Mostly about Memantine - when to use, in which part of protocol it will be most beneficial or what to expect.
I use/tried almost every useful supplement including adaptogens, herbs, expensive vitamins, mushrooms, gotu kola, NAC, tyrosine, inositol and just anything that could be useful + basics use all year. Also have Alpha GPC which made my adhd brain supercomputer before I got beaten but now doesnt work. Tried before noopept and a lot of racetams, idra21 and some more but with no effect and modafinil before with effect, but mostly anxiety, too much concentrating on one thing and severe insomnia.
I am already pretty sure about Agmatine, Sulbutiamine instead of Benfotiamine (any difference?), not sure of Bromantane on ssri (?), 9-me is no go, maybe NALT (?), Theacrine as Im tired from SSRI all the time and too much coffee makes me axnious, maybe Vinpocetine or Uridine triacetate? centrophenoxine? dihexa?
My treatment from december to now:
I had no idea wth is this, told my psychologist what is happening to me and asking many times if its serious and casually replied that is probably from stress. So I treated it as burnout by resting, then removing original causes and triggers, removing problems from my mind and life, reducing stress to minimum, even leaving my pretty good paid job after 9 yers. But nothing helped besides benzos which made me not feel attacks so much and when I went off after 6 weeks, symptoms came back the same day.
I always said no to ADs but this time I didnt see any other option so I got SSRI citalopram 20, later 30mg now 6 weeks, first weeks were hell of anxiety and tiredness, last 2 weeks they help but effect is enough to keep me attack free only at home, outside flat still almost instant PA + side effects are still bad.
Same with benzos now again for 6 weeks afte break from previous cycle, mostly xanax 1,5-2mg a day, when Im home with no problems I can stay on 0,5mg with no WD. But want to quit asap, Im standing on the edge of little discomfort or living hell WDs. Also it makes me dumb, careless and not caring, but dont have cravings or abuse them, until now there was no other medication in my country :/ Also I already had GABA WDs pretty bad from alcohol many times and from phenibut in february by mistake (3 weeks of 2-3x a week before I had benzos). I would rather skip this opportunity to be on boat walking simulator with scary shadowy guy in my bedroom.
Next week I will make a big changes:
Will to add Buspar in small doses to SSRI, probably 30mg citalopram + 2x7,5mg buspar for long term and propranolol over benzos before I leave flat for panic attacks - I have mostly physical symptoms and over these months my brain has learned to go panic mode when I go around people or noise but im not scared, wanting to hide or anxious, want to go out. Hope this will allow me to relearn the BIOS of my brain and body they wont start panicking as it has learned over months of nonstop attack (january until end of april, just moving on scale 1-10 but never off). Propranolon as beta-blocker should not allow my body to go panic defense mode and mental anxiety I can handle now. My mind is still quite ok, not much depressed or in bad mood, last days even thinking a bit sharper and can handle it but body/brain program are stuck. Hope this will allow me over time to get off SSRI to just Buspar + non addictive anxiety aid as needed or at least switch to SNRI or Wellbutrin as im energetic person but with this SSRI im meeeeeeeh all the time.
As propranolon arrives I will cut benzos to lowest dosage where I wont feel WD, probably 0,5mg/day and switch to Clonazepam (have benzos and can ask doc anytime), keep this dose for 2-3 weeks, taper to 0,35mg, wait and this until i go down around 0,2mg/day. Maybe slower if it will be painful or risk worse WDs when i cut them off.
For quitting benzos I have clonidine (WD reduce, camling, ADHD), pregabalin (GABA substance replacement, anti seizure but addictive), baclofen (GABA substance replacement, anti seizure also addictive)), Etifoxine (nonbenzo anxiolytics, I guess mostly PAWS) and Topiramate (seizure and migraine prevention, WD reduce) and Hydroxyzine (sleepy antihistamine nonaddictive) to get off them asap with no risk seizure and suffering for weeks in terrible WDs. I wont use all the aids together but as needed for current symptoms and not get hooked on none of them as only atarax is safe.
Also finally will get ADHD meds atomoxetin, but as I have no energy, even adhd is not so present and clonidine also helps for adhd. And I have found one super special med you will be interested about- Memantine (bgpharm), do you have experiences about this so called miracle drug? It make you feel softly with unlimited brain power, also it shall lower tolerances to almost all substances and by 30-60% over 7-14 days and then make WDs easier + also helps ADHD. But have no idea when to use it in my plan, I got 2 packs and its cheap so can buy more but dont want to mess with getting off bzs and learning to manage going out. Same question with atomoxetin - when to start? its not stimulant so it should not affect attacks nor benzo WD but idk.
Just in case there would be too much serotonin I will have Cyproheptadine for SS. It should not happen from SSRI+Buspiron but some nootropic or WD med can cause it. And just remembered I shall take some ephedrine/yohimbine if my BP or HB goes too slow from propranolon/clonidine... :/
I will still go for checks to doc and psychiatrist but the medical procedures in my country got stuck in time in year when producers of SSRI/benzos gave some gifts for doctors or politics. So they just give you this combo announcing you it will work (didnt) and you wont get addicted in 3 months of xan (would). Also propranolon is not approved med for anxiety in my county, only bzds and buspirone, but after trying several ADs on you :/
Thank you so much for any knowledge you share with me!
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2024.05.17 13:25 EmbarrassedPoem242 Asking for advices, opinions tips on treatment and nootropics for Panic Disorder + new meds for PD + ADHD, qutting benzos and on SSRI

Hi,
I have marked most imporant parts as how long I use each meds in what dose, info of me, my questions, supplements used, nootropics thinking of, new meds for panic disorder treatment, plan to quit benzos, advice about Memantine. If you want, there is whole story and treatment:) Thx I have a lifetime nonmedicated ADHD + OCD (will finally have atomoexin in july after like 8 docs) but mainly severe panic disorder since 12/23 caused by badly burning out and not stopping work + too much stress from all sides, mostly family and workspace/company. It started close to xmas and wanted to finish year and worked until my body completely disabled to it to me but right after it came xmas, which is not my fav time of year ending in keeping me in attacks 24/7. Btw Im 29yo man, 193cm, 90kg, sporting, financial advisor self employed, living alone, used to be really busy all the time, multiple addictions behind me mostly because depression (alcohol),pain (kratom) and stimulants bcs its so addictive with adhd :D But I dont abuse anything since 02/23 when I barely survived WD from forced CT a lot of alcohol every day and I want to be healthy and drugs free!
I am currently getting off xanax and on SSRI, starting my new recovery plan below as previous didnt help enough and asking if you know anything that could help me get my full life back sooner I work as I can/want, mostly 2-6 h/day and only from home, going to multiple types of therapy, investing insane money to get recovered and looking for every possible way. I am open for any tip or advice on nootropic, peptide, maybe even SARMs that could help me get over this. Even if you dont have time or dont want to read all previous treatment and new plan and have idea what could help me, write it please. But I have to be careful with anything interacts with SSRI as I will be also on buspar, I have a safe med for serotonin syndrome if needed.. Also if you see gaps or risks in my meds plan, some ideas, useful info or better ways, I will be glad to know it:) Mostly about Memantine - when to use, in which part of protocol it will be most beneficial or what to expect.
I use/tried almost every useful supplement including adaptogens, herbs, expensive vitamins, mushrooms, gotu kola, NAC, tyrosine, inositol and just anything that could be useful + basics use all year. Also have Alpha GPC which made my adhd brain supercomputer before I got beaten but now doesnt work. Tried before noopept and a lot of racetams, idra21 and some more but with no effect and modafinil before with effect, but mostly anxiety, too much concentrating on one thing and severe insomnia.
I am already pretty sure about Agmatine, Sulbutiamine instead of Benfotiamine (any difference?), not sure of Bromantane on ssri (?), 9-me is no go, maybe NALT (?), Theacrine as Im tired from SSRI all the time and too much coffee makes me axnious, maybe Vinpocetine or Uridine triacetate? centrophenoxine? dihexa?
My treatment from december to now:
I had no idea wth is this, told my psychologist what is happening to me and asking many times if its serious and casually replied that is probably from stress. So I treated it as burnout by resting, then removing original causes and triggers, removing problems from my mind and life, reducing stress to minimum, even leaving my pretty good paid job after 9 yers. But nothing helped besides benzos which made me not feel attacks so much and when I went off after 6 weeks, symptoms came back the same day.
I always said no to ADs but this time I didnt see any other option so I got SSRI citalopram 20, later 30mg now 6 weeks, first weeks were hell of anxiety and tiredness, last 2 weeks they help but effect is enough to keep me attack free only at home, outside flat still almost instant PA + side effects are still bad.
Same with benzos now again for 6 weeks afte break from previous cycle, mostly xanax 1,5-2mg a day, when Im home with no problems I can stay on 0,5mg with no WD. But want to quit asap, Im standing on the edge of little discomfort or living hell WDs. Also it makes me dumb, careless and not caring, but dont have cravings or abuse them, until now there was no other medication in my country :/ Also I already had GABA WDs pretty bad from alcohol many times and from phenibut in february by mistake (3 weeks of 2-3x a week before I had benzos). I would rather skip this opportunity to be on boat walking simulator with scary shadowy guy in my bedroom.
Next week I will make a big changes:
Will to add Buspar in small doses to SSRI, probably 30mg citalopram + 2x7,5mg buspar for long term and propranolol over benzos before I leave flat for panic attacks - I have mostly physical symptoms and over these months my brain has learned to go panic mode when I go around people or noise but im not scared, wanting to hide or anxious, want to go out. Hope this will allow me to relearn the BIOS of my brain and body they wont start panicking as it has learned over months of nonstop attack (january until end of april, just moving on scale 1-10 but never off). Propranolon as beta-blocker should not allow my body to go panic defense mode and mental anxiety I can handle now. My mind is still quite ok, not much depressed or in bad mood, last days even thinking a bit sharper and can handle it but body/brain program are stuck. Hope this will allow me over time to get off SSRI to just Buspar + non addictive anxiety aid as needed or at least switch to SNRI or Wellbutrin as im energetic person but with this SSRI im meeeeeeeh all the time.
As propranolon arrives I will cut benzos to lowest dosage where I wont feel WD, probably 0,5mg/day and switch to Clonazepam (have benzos and can ask doc anytime), keep this dose for 2-3 weeks, taper to 0,35mg, wait and this until i go down around 0,2mg/day. Maybe slower if it will be painful or risk worse WDs when i cut them off.
For quitting benzos I have clonidine (WD reduce, camling, ADHD), pregabalin (GABA substance replacement, anti seizure but addictive), baclofen (GABA substance replacement, anti seizure also addictive)), Etifoxine (nonbenzo anxiolytics, I guess mostly PAWS) and Topiramate (seizure and migraine prevention, WD reduce) and Hydroxyzine (sleepy antihistamine nonaddictive) to get off them asap with no risk seizure and suffering for weeks in terrible WDs. I wont use all the aids together but as needed for current symptoms and not get hooked on none of them as only atarax is safe.
Also finally will get ADHD meds atomoxetin, but as I have no energy, even adhd is not so present and clonidine also helps for adhd. And I have found one super special med you will be interested about- Memantine (bgpharm), do you have experiences about this so called miracle drug? It make you feel softly with unlimited brain power, also it shall lower tolerances to almost all substances and by 30-60% over 7-14 days and then make WDs easier + also helps ADHD. But have no idea when to use it in my plan, I got 2 packs and its cheap so can buy more but dont want to mess with getting off bzs and learning to manage going out. Same question with atomoxetin - when to start? its not stimulant so it should not affect attacks nor benzo WD but idk.
Just in case there would be too much serotonin I will have Cyproheptadine for SS. It should not happen from SSRI+Buspiron but some nootropic or WD med can cause it. And just remembered I shall take some ephedrine/yohimbine if my BP or HB goes too slow from propranolon/clonidine... :/
I will still go for checks to doc and psychiatrist but the medical procedures in my country got stuck in time in year when producers of SSRI/benzos gave some gifts for doctors or politics. So they just give you this combo announcing you it will work (didnt) and you wont get addicted in 3 months of xan (would). Also propranolon is not approved med for anxiety in my county, only bzds and buspirone, but after trying several ADs on you :/
Thank you so much for any knowledge you share with me!
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2024.05.17 10:49 KirasStar [New Update] My (32F) boyfriend (35M) of six years disappeared while I was out of town and I don't know what to do?

I am NOT the Original Poster. That is u/ThrowRA-3258. She posted in relationship_advice
Trigger Warning: infant death, loss
Mood Spoiler: Sad, but ultimately hopeful
Original Post: 29th April 2024
Last Tuesday evening I (32F) came home from a being out of town for two weeks for work, my boyfriend (35M) Nate was supposed to pick me up from the airport but once I got in, I wasn't able to get ahold of him and he never showed up, I was a little annoyed but no too worried because I figured he had fallen asleep(When I talked to him earlier that morning he said he didn't sleep very well the night before and was going to lay down before he had to come get me)so I called my sister for a ride home.
When I got home Nate was no where to be found, I checked the garage an his car was gone, so I sent him a text asking where he was and headed up stairs to unpack. When I open the closet to put my things away I saw that almost all of his clothes were gone. At this point I'm confused, so I start calling him it just keeps ringing and then going to voicemail. I check his office and everything is still there, everything in the house is still there and in place except his clothes and his car. I'm really starting to freak out at this point, so I call my sister and she comes over and we both try calling and messaging him and still get no answer. his computer and his laptop are both still in his office, I logged on to his computer and my sister his laptop(I know all his passwords) but we didn't find anything out of the ordinary, so I started searching his desk and found his iPad in the top drawer, I logged into it and checked everything I could think of and found nothing out of the ordinary, my sister suggested checking the find my iPhone app on his iPad to see if we find out where his phone was. We logged into the app and see that his phone was pinging in the next state over, I starting calling him again but still got no answers to my calls or text.
I really start to lose it here, my mind starts going all over the place trying to figure out what could be going on, I called the police because I think someone has to have done something to him. The police came out but they said there wasn't much they could do because he hasn't been gone long and his clothes missing was sign the he left on his own violation.
Over the last few days I've done everything I can to contact him, He doesn't have any family except for a brother that he cut ties with before I met him, I found him online and sent him a message but he said he hasn't seen or heard from Nate in years. I keep checking his phones location and since Saturday morning it has been pinging in the same location in the PNW, I took off work for the rest of the week and my sister and I are flying up there to go to the location his phone is pinging.
Has anyone ever dealt with something like this before? How do I even confront him, what if he is with another woman, what if he isn't there or worse? I am so lost and hurt right now, my mind is all over the place, I can’t think straight, I’m so lost right now.
tl;dr my(32F) boyfriend (35M) of six years disappeared while I was out of town, haven't been able to contact him but his phone is pinging in the PNW and I am going to confront him tomorrow.
Edit: Yes I have called or messaged all of his friends, none of them have seen or heard from him, I do have access to his bank account as we have a joint account but not his business account, He last used his debt card Friday night in a town west of Seattle Washington, He owns his own business but has taken a step back over the last year so he doesn't communicate with them regularly, they haven't heard from him since last month.
I am 5 months pregnant and we have known for 3 months, he did become a bit reserved and withdrawn since we found out but its not uncommon for him to do that every so often especially around this time of year. I don't truly believe that he would abandon me and his child, that's just not the type of man he is but I don't know what to think anymore.
small update: first I want say thank you to everyone for suggesting the welfare check epically We called the the department where his phone is pinging and they have sent someone over to see if they can make contact with him.. Its been over an hour and we are still waiting to hear back. I am hopeful but still have a overbearing since of dread. All I want to know right now is that he is ok and I can figure out everything else later, I just need to know he is ok.
UPDATE: The police were able to do a welfare check and although they were unable to make direct contact with him they spoke to the couple who live at the house, they said they were old family friends and that he was there on Friday and Saturday but that he went to the Olympics Sunday morning to go hiking for a couple of days, The officers informed them of what was going on and they told him, they believed he was ok and that they would contact me tonight to try and help explain the situation. What does that even mean? I am even more confused, our flight to Seattle is at 9:45am tomorrow and at this point we are still going, I hope these people do call but its been awhile now and I haven't heard anything.
NEW UPDATE: I think this will be my final update, I have to get ready and get my stuff packed for the flight in the morning, I have just spent the last hour speaking to the couple who house he was at and they against his wishes told me what is going on. They have known Nate since he was 12 years old, he started dating their daughter Ashley when they were in sixth grade and they counited dating all through middle school and high school. Ashley got pregnant toward the end of their senior year and they got engaged. I don't know how to even write this next part, When their son was a 1.5 years old they were involved in an accident with a drunk driver, Nate was ejected from the car and Ashley and his son passed away in the accident, She said that he blames himself for it because according to him they were never supposed to be out that night and it was his fault they were, She said he withdrew from them and everyone else and that up until last Friday that hadn't heard from him since he left. She has offered to come get my sister and I from the airport in the morning and she can try to answer any questions I have while we wait for him to return, She said they know where he is, he is at the spot they spread their ashes, she said he told her that he need be with his son one more time before he let him go... I'm honestly in a total state of shock right now, I don't know what to think but I know he is in pain and I need to get to him and I can figure everything else after.
Thank you to all the kind people who reached out and offered your suggestions, I honestly don't think I would have this information right now if it wasn't for you all, so again thank you!
****************************NEW UPDATE***************************\*
Update recovered with Unddit - 9 May 2024
First I want to say thank you to everyone who reached out and offered your advice and help on the other hand the people who were just mean or all the men who came into my messages, you should be ashamed of yourselves.
We did fly out to Seattle last Tuesday morning. Kathy(the wife of the couple) picked us up from the airport and took us back to their place, on the way there she said her husband was on his way to go find Nate so he could bring him back but it would likely be a few hours before they would arrive back.
As we waited Kathy did her best to answer some of the questions that I had, I knew Nate lost his mom at a young age to breast cancer but she said it had deeply profound effect on him and he became a very troubled child, she said that when him and Ashley met that Nate was in a group home(I did not know this)because he was in a lot of trouble for fighting and drug use(he was 12!) I was kind of taken back by this because I've never know him to do anything besides smoke marijuana from time to time, he doesn't even drink. She said that when they met Ashley immediately took on a role of protector of him, she could feel his pain and she wanted to rescue him from it, when they finally got to know him they decided that they would take Nate in if he wanted that once he was was out of the group home, when he was 16 he finally got out of the group home but was still on probation so he had to live with his dad who was a alcoholic and abusive but he would spend most evenings and weekends at their house, he still got in trouble because he kept failing his U.A. for marijuana but he was no longer getting into fights, he credited Ashley for that and felt like she and her family were the only people besides his mom to ever show him any compassion or love. She asked if I would like to see pictures of them and when she showed me the picture of Nate holding his son for the first time I broke down, because I have never seen him in the six years we have been together with a smile like that, he was so happy, he smiles now from time to time and he is always laughing but I've never seen that smile, that gleam. it just broke me to know that he had been living in that much pain for 15+ years and hid it from everyone. We looked through more pictures and she told more stories. and spoke of how sad she was when he left, we talked for hours and then finally her husband came through the doo but Nate was not with him.
George(Kathy's husband) said that he had found Nate where he was supposed to be and explained that my sister and I were at their house waiting for him. He said when he told him this that Nate laughed and said of course, and that he would head back, he just needed a few more minutes alone.
so we waited for what felt like forever and finally a little over two hours after George arrived back, Nate walked in the front door. He looked at me and the first words out of his mouth were "I should have known my note wouldn't be good enough and that you would come find me, I love you and I am very sorry" I said what note! and he said the one I put in you front seat, he put in my car! I never even thought to check there for anything.
I am going to leave out a lot of this next part because its very personal but I asked him why he would just leave me at the airport and why he wouldn't just call or text me that he was leaving. He said that while I was gone, he wanted to put some of the things that we had gotten for the baby in the nursey and start painting it before I got back and that everything was fine until he started putting together the dresser and the changing station, while he was doing that he was flooded with memories of his son and Ashley and that it actually knocked him off his feet and he broke down, he said every time he closed his eyes he saw them(that's why he couldn't sleep) he said he deiced to take mushrooms to try and help get him out of it(what!) but all that did was make things worse and he realized that he needed to not forget them and not hide them and that he needed to go make peace with them and ask them to forgive him for abandoning their memory. He knew that when I got home that I would obviously know something wasn't right with him and he also didn't know how to tell me he had been hiding a huge part of his past, anyway he expressed how sorry he was and that he understood if all of this was to much and if I didn't want to be with him anymore that he would completely understand. I let him know that as long as he agreed to never hide something from me or disappear again and would agree to go to therapy and couples therapy that I wouldn't be going anywhere. He promised he would do whatever I asked of him. I asked him to fly back with me and my sister called her husband to fly in and they would drive his car back. So we are back home now, he hasn't started therapy yet but has an appointment next week.
Our baby is doing ok and so am I, I just need him to be ok and everything will be good again, anyway thank you again to all the kind hearts who reached out, you gave me a lot of positive vibes in a dark time and I really cant thank you enough for that.

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2024.05.17 09:15 No-Estimate-4215 Can’t afford 3000$ surgery for my baby. vet recommended pineapple juice 😐

FINAL UPDATE: https://www.reddit.com/AskVet/s/eUhTdVVqyT
RADIOGRAPH: https://www.reddit.com/AskVet/s/q32e8PpPaY
SHE POOPED!!! A GOOD BIT!! im so happy she is eating some too and drinking lots of water
So me and my boyfriend‘s bunny started acting really weird yesterday so we took her to the vet to see what was up. They did an x-ray and found a large hairball blocking her stomach and quoted us $3000 for a surgery to remove it. we are both 17 and in no way would ever be able to afford a $3000 vet bill. So we asked for any other option and she said to force-feed pineapple juice and gave us some intravenous fluids but said she is still likely to die without the surgery.
So I get home and start doing research because that’s how I am. And I discover that pineapple juice for dislodging hairballs has been widely refuted and can even do damage. she didn’t mention anything about critical care or motility medication or painkillers. I don’t know what to do. after reading some posts, I bought some pumpkin purée to make a blend with her hay and water. I also might buy some baby gas drops because they said she was starting to have a buildup of gas.
however, sunstone in my other pics suspected they misread the radiograph because she had passed a few gooey poops and ate a strand or two of hay, so it may not be a full blockage like they said.
for the past few hours i have been slowly syringe feeding her the mixture i made, along with water. her ears are cold so i have kept her draped in a heated blanket bc i fear hypothermia. i have also been massaging her tummy gently and i can feel and work out some gas bubbles. if anyone has any other ideas please help. i really don’t want her to die. :(
she is a large mix breed bun about 5 lbs
UPDATE: since everyone keeps suggesting the same thing without reading my comments ill just make an update. we are at the vet now getting pain meds. i have called a rescue and they havent called me back, human society said they would euthanize which is what i will do anyway if she doesnt improve over the next couple hours. i plan to keep her comfortable until its time for euthanasia. i will make another post with the x ray when they email it to me. a metacam injection was given and i hope she feels a little better for now. thank you to everyone for commenting, but some people just downvote without understanding the nuance of the situation. i was perfectly able to care for her and could afford a 3000 vet bill a couple months ago but i got in a car wreack and all my savings are gone. she was groomed weekly and had a whole room to roam with fresh herbs and veggies. i love her more than anything
Another update: just gave her second round of intravenous fluids and i think the pain meds kicked in. she semi-enthusiastically ate some hay for a minute. she is hopping around being a bunny and not hunched so thats good. i dont have high hopes but this is all i can do right now
wow she just scarfed down some pellets and hay. not a lot but maybe 6 pellets. she drank a good bit of water too. shes also being a cuddle bunny rn nosing my hand to pet her
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2024.05.17 04:36 walakomaisip_25 Long post ahead

Hi. Im a 30M na may partner na 34M. He's my first. Naka isang gf lang ako tapos siya na. Kung san pa ko humugot ng lakas ng loob makaamin lang na gusto ko siya, and I did it over the phone.
Now, we're reaching our 2nd year.
Early stages ng relationship was like heaven. Best days of my life. Pero of course, there are shaky moments, actually madalas.
It all started when I tried to browse his phone. He came from a relationship (same sex) Where he allowed na maging number 2. Nung kinukwento nya to habang nanliligaw pa lang ako eh, I can totally feel the pain and how devastated he was. Kaya medyo nahirapan siya pagtiwalaan ako nung una. I saw some videos, during the time na nag eexplore siya (G app) Kasi prior to the number 2 situation, nagka rel pa siya na didnt end well too. I asked him why the videos are still there. ( I saw them on his very old phone na ginagamit lang nya for bank transfers) He said, years na bago ung last na check nya dun sa phone na yun and didnt know it was still there. So to put an end on this argument, I took the liberty of deleting every single thing, for my peace of mind as well.
Then there came a time na I had a problem financially during the rel. Nag offer kasi si bank ng loan, I took it. We spent it mostly, going out of town, cebu, tagaytay, galera etc, and magbili bili ng gamit sa apartment na nirerent nya. So basically, we were building our life together.
So, nung nagsimula na ung time na palagi akong CWD, tinanong nya ano nangyayare kung may loan ba ko, baket lagi ako gipit, kasi di na ko nakakapag bigay ng share ko sa expenses. I lied. Told him na wala akong loan, na majority lang ng sahod ay napupunta sa family.
This kept going on for months, ramdam ko ung stress nya sa pera dahil napapaheram na din siya sa family nya, feeling nya wala siya katulong, based don sa kwento nya sa mga friends namin, di nya masabi saken kasi nga mahal nya ko at ayaw nya ako pauwiin/paalisin.
Then, there were 2 instances din na minsan nakakuha ako pera sakanya ng di nya nalalaman. Sobrang mali. Sobrang sising sisi ako na ginawa ko yon. Moreover, nung nag stay temporarily ung isang friend namin sa apt (kasi walang wala din yon) nalaman namin na pwede pala unahan si bank sa pagkaltas, so gagawin hintayin macredit sahod then bibilisan ang transfer sa ewallet para di madeduct sa loan, don ko na lang nashare na may loan din ako, not directly to him, nabrought lang yung convo kaya nasabi ko na din.
When it comes to intimacy, we've never done penetration, ever. So I know that u guys knew what we were doing. Last time we did it was last year. After non wala na, recently nag ask ako kasi nga 1yr na nakalipas, sabe nya, puro kasi problema kaya pano gaganahan. I accepted kasi totoo naman.
Magkawork kami sa office at magkateam, after a year, napromote ako into level II. Actually sabay kami nag apply pero ako lang nakuha. Lungkot din sya non, kasi sabay kami inapproach to apply pero ako lang nakuha. He felt left behind, na parang wala siyang growth don. So he resigned.
Last year December, I lost my mom. Wala na siya sa office non, ako andon pa. Sobrang sakit mawalan ng magulang. I expressed my intention to him na reresign na din ako don kasi I lost my focus, I lost myself, gusto ko lang magkulong at magluksa.
He kept telling me na while andon pa ko and if Im planning to resign, mag apply apply na ko sa iba para di ako mabakante ng matagal. I didnt listen. Umalis ako at nagpahinga with my final pay as my only source, dun pa din sa apartment. Then, malapit na maubos funds ko saka lang ako nag apply apply, nahirapan ako, up to now naghihintay pa din ako ng final interview.
Siya naman, nakapag start na ulet mag work. Bumalik sa dati ang sitwasyon. Pinapasan nya ulit lahat, waiting for me na makabangon. Kaya lang di na nya nahintay.
He told me na napagod na siya maghintay makabangon ako, pinilit naman nya. Kasi ung pinangsimula nya, sa family nya siya umasa eh. So yun ang binubuno nya hulugan ngayon. Sabe nya saken, somehow nagsisi siya at nalungkot makita na nalugmok ako. Hindi ako nakakapag pagupit, sobrang pumayat ako, bumagsak katawan ko, bigat na bigat ako sa sarili ko.
Then sa office nila, may umaaligid saknya na guy. Nagpaparamdam. Before he started working, he gave me a headsup na hindi nya ipapaalam na Bi siya na may partner siya. I said ok, kasi discreet din kami nung una then eventually nalaman din kasi dahil saken din, I was just proud na kami, we're together.
This guy kept on sending him flirty messages, nag effort pa yun kumuha mga stolen pictures nya then isesend sa msnger with a caption "pogiii" I asked him sino yun, sabe kawork, at biro biro lang yon, palabiro talaga at may ibang nililigawan sa office. Di naman nya mapagbawalan magsend kasi di nga alam na may partner, tinatawanan lang nya pag nirereplayan nya. Pero I know na may something don sa guy. Na naaamoy nya partner ko.
Then saturday came, naginuman sila buong team. Mga 2pm na siya nakauwi, out nya 5am. Lasing na lasing, di alam pano nakauwi. So, forda alaga ako. While he was sleeping, sunday morning, I had an urge to check his phone, nilagay ko daliri nya kasi tinanggal na nya fingerprint ko at iniba ung pin dahil sa instance ng pangungupit.
The guy messaged him, called him "daddy mwa" at "wag mo ipagkalat sa office kung gano ko kasarap humalik kasi di naman ako magpapagaw"
P*******NA
Kahit tulog pa siya, talagang sumigaw ako. Sabe ako ano ibig sabihin neto at pano nya nagawa saken to. Nung sinagot nya ko siya ba nag sabe na "wag mo akong lolokohin" And then this??!!!
He said, hindi nya alam, wala siya matandaan, lasing siya. Typical reasoning.
Sobrang nagiinit ang emosyon ko, sabe ko papuntahin nya ung guy or tawagan at mag uusap kaming tatlo. Ang tinawagan nya, ung straight friend na offcmate nya to ask if nakita nya siya naghalikan, sabe non hindi nya alam, hindi nya matandaan.
Now, we're taking a break. Physically, intimately, emotionally. Dun nya nabrought ung struggle namin financially na naging deciding factor para sakanya.
Monday, the day I packed my stuff (Di ko nakuha lahat kasi andami) We had a mature conversation before I left, na aayusin muna ang mga buhay buhay, lalo na ko since wala ko work at pera, ang hirap kumilos. Then kapag ok na lahat, maybe we can try again. Focus muna ako sa sarili at pamilya ko, kasi pati rent namin sa bahay where are father lives ay behind na, malapit na kami maapaalis.
So, yun ang usapan.
The next day, siguro tinadhana na din na mahanap ko ung acct ni guy. Matagal ko na kasi talagang hinanap. Di ko napigilan at minessage ko, di ko inaway or minura. I kept it professional.
Told the guy na nababasa ko lahat ng chat nya lalo na ung inuman scene, told him na may partner is not available, not single kaya please pakitigil.
Sinend nya ung message ko na yun sa partner ko with a message "hindi ka pala single, gago ka" He said sorry to the guy.
Inabisuhan ko naman partner ko na nahanap ko ung acct, sinend ko din ung sinabi ko to prove na di ko inaway. Asked him what he feels, he said na di nya alam, na sana hinayaan ko na siya na magsabi. Sabe ko naman, kung matagal mo na sinabi, hindi aabot sa ganto.
Right now, nag uusap pa din kami. Minsan sobrang nakukulitan din ako sa sarili ko kasi nag usap na kami na time and space nga pero madalas ko pa din siya chinecheck. Maybe I'm still at the withdrawal stage. Nag apologize ako, and said unti unti kong ititigil. Na ano pang sense nung napag usapan kung araw araw pa din ako chat ng chat.
I asked an update don sa guy, sabe di na sila naguusap at nagpapansinan kasi galit nga. Na awkward na nga sa work.
Kagabi galing ako don, nag ask ako permission to stay the night kasi late na natapos interviews at wala na ko masasakyan pauwi. He agreed. Medyo inis pa nga siya na andon ako ulit eh akala nya ba may pinag usapan kami, sabe nya. Pero naging ok naman eventually.
Now, Im back home, pinipigil tanggalin siya sa sistema ko muna. Masyado ko kasi pinaikot mundo ko sakanya, kaya napabaayan ko na sarili ko. Katapos lang namin mag chat over IG pero hindi kami ok. Kulit ko din kasi talaga. Baka sa kakulitan ko eh icut na nya comms ng tuluyan para don talaga sa time and space. Kaya tumigil na ko, pipigilan ko hanggat maaari.
What are your thoughts on this po? Sobrang bait din niya kasi sabe nya pagsahod nya, bibigyan nya ko pang simula. Di na muna nya huhulugan family nya.
Im still trying to continue my life na di siya nakakausap, kasama at nakikita. Focus muna ako ibangon ang sarili ko, yun din sabe nya, na nawala na ung taong nakilala nya at minahal nya. I guess, heto muna ang mundo ko.
Help please.
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2024.05.16 15:09 Low-Fan9412 How to tell my wife

I (37m) am finally going to tell my wife (43f).
I’m away for work for another 3weeks, so I have 20dsys to plan and prepare.
We’ve been together for 16 years, i only recently decided to quit porn and be honest. In that time I’ve done all the things your partners have done and I’m not looking for an easy way out. She doesn’t know I’m a PA but lots of things will make sense in hindsight.
I’m anticipating she will want me to leave, we have 3 young children and she’s never had a job but I don’t want her to stay because she feels there is no other option.
I realise I’m about to shatter her world and cause her a tremendous amount of pain. Any advice you can give me and her would be much appreciated.
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2024.05.16 14:41 Arbrand The Trickster's Veil

As far back as I can remember, I had always been passionate about the great outdoors. My love for the wilderness began when I joined the scouts, exploring the diverse landscapes of Southern California, Nevada, Arizona, and Utah. I was never a huge fan of the dry, barren landscapes, but camping provided a much-needed escape from the monotony of Orange County suburbia.
The first time I visited the Pacific Northwest, I was enchanted. The scenery was breathtaking—majestic mountains, lush fields, and meandering rivers. It was clear that anyone who praised the desert's beauty had never laid eyes on the Cascades. Seeing grass and wildflowers growing without irrigation was practically a revelation.
When I was old enough, I moved to Washington state, immersing myself in nature every weekend. My adventures took me hiking through dense forests, camping by serene lakes, and occasionally taking mushrooms under peaceful waterfalls.
I joined several online forums dedicated to outdoor enthusiasts. One community that particularly fascinated me was the Northwest Tomb Raiders. This group of history buffs and thrill-seekers was dedicated to uncovering artifacts, whether Native American relics or treasures hidden in modern ruins. Many members were collectors, fencing their finds to museums and archaeologists, which made it a rather profitable side gig, should you be lucky enough.
In the fall of 2009, an intriguing post appeared on the forum. A user named Lokk claimed to have discovered a cache of artifacts with Scandinavian origins. He couldn't carry everything back due to the treacherous terrain and his age, so he shared the coordinates, hoping someone else could retrieve the items. I scrolled down to see a few posts of people planning to loot it in the Spring, when the paths have reopened. One user, Patagooner, planned on going as early as possible.
Excited by the prospect, I gathered my two friends, Carl and Noah, for the expedition. They weren't as enthusiastic about camping as I was, but after I told them how much a single arrowhead goes for on the black market, they were on board. It was the start of winter now, which had its advantages and disadvantages. On the plus side, the rangers would have a harder time spotting us. On the downside, the harsh conditions posed a serious challenge for two inexperienced hikers.
I must’ve blown about four grand at REI on gear for them, justifying it with the knowledge of how much more I would make with two extra packs. That is of course assuming there really were as many artifacts as Lokk had said, and Patagooner hadn’t beaten me there.
The journey began like any other. We met in the pre-dawn darkness and went over our supplies, ensuring we had everything we needed. By mid-morning, we were on our way, my pickup truck winding up the mountain paths. The roads of Olympic National Park were the epitome of the raw, untamed beauty of the Pacific Northwest.
They snake through ancient forests, where towering Douglas firs and Western hemlocks create a verdant canopy overhead. Mist clings to the trees, giving the landscape an ethereal quality. Occasionally, the forest would open up to reveal breathtaking vistas of snow-capped peaks and deep, shadowy valleys.
As we climbed higher, the landscape grew increasingly desolate. The dense forest thinned out, replaced by rugged terrain and jagged rock formations. The air grew colder, and the first flurries of snow began to fall, dusting the ground in a thin, white layer. The road became narrower and more treacherous, winding precariously along the edge of steep cliffs.
Finally, a road closure blockade signaled the end of our journey in the truck. We unloaded three dirt bikes—one mine, two rentals—and continued up the trail. The bikes roared to life, carrying us several more miles into the wilderness. The trail twisted and turned, cutting through dense underbrush and over fallen logs. The snow began to fall more heavily, blanketing the forest floor and muffling the sound of our engines. The world around us grew quieter, more isolated.
Eventually, the snow became too deep to traverse by bike. We dismounted and prepared to continue on foot. The silence of the forest was profound, broken only by the occasional rustle of branches in the wind. I checked my modern GPS, its screen displaying the coordinates and a relief map of our destination.
The cold air bit into our cheeks as we trudged through the snow-laden forest. The silence was almost oppressive, broken only by the crunch of our footsteps and the occasional call of distant wildlife. The GPS indicated we were close to our destination, but the dense underbrush and uneven terrain made progress slow.
Suddenly, Carl's excited whisper cut through the stillness. "Hey, look at that!"
He pointed to a small, furry creature ambling through the trees. It took a moment to realize what it was—a bear cub, innocently exploring its surroundings.
My heart sank. "Carl, get back," I hissed, my voice low but urgent. "Where there's a cub, there's a..."
Before I could finish, a massive shape exploded from the trees. The mother bear, easily three times the size of the cub, charged at Carl with a ferocity. She was a blur of dark fur and powerful muscles, her roar echoing through the forest.
"Run!" I yelled, but it was too late. The bear was upon Carl, swiping at him with her massive paws. He screamed as he fell to the ground, the bear towering over him. Desperation and adrenaline surged through me. I grabbed the nearest heavy branch and swung it at the bear, hoping to distract her.
Noah joined in, shouting and waving his arms. We had to be careful; one wrong move and she would turn on us. The bear snarled, turning her attention away from Carl for just a moment. It was enough for him to scramble backwards, clutching his bleeding arm.
"We have to get him out of here," I shouted to Noah, who nodded, fear etched on his face. The bear, still enraged, seemed torn between attacking us and protecting her cub.
Using the brief respite, we hauled Carl to his feet. His face was white, and he was clearly in shock. Blood soaked his sleeve, dripping onto the snow. "There's a ranger station about two miles from here," I said, my voice shaking. "We need to get him there. Now."
We half-carried, half-dragged Carl through the forest, every shadow and sound heightening our paranoia.
Finally, after what felt like forever, the small, wooden structure of the ranger station came into view. We had been avoiding the rangers to keep our expedition secret, but now it was our only hope.
Pounding on the door, I prayed for a quick response. The door creaked open, and a weathered face appeared. "What happened?" the ranger demanded, taking in the sight of Carl's bloodied form.
"Bear attack," I gasped. "We need help."
The ranger's expression shifted from suspicion to urgency. "Get him inside. We've got a first aid kit and a radio."
As we eased Carl onto a makeshift bed, the ranger inspected his wounds. "You're lucky," he said after a moment. "The cuts are deep, but they missed any major arteries. He'll need stitches, but we can handle that here. No need for an airlift."
The ranger's face darkened as he turned to me. "What the hell are you boys doing out here?”
I hesitated, "We... we were just exploring."
The ranger's eyes narrowed, his anger palpable. "Exploring? In a restricted area? In the middle of winter? Are you out of your minds?"
He worked quickly and efficiently, cleaning and stitching Carl's wounds. Carl winced but stayed silent, his eyes closed in pain.
"Do you have any idea how dangerous it is out here?" the ranger continued, his voice rising. "The storm, the wildlife... This area is off-limits for a reason! You should have known better." he said, pushing a finger into my chest.
"We'll stay here for the night," he continued, "The storm's getting worse, and it's too dangerous to move him now. We'll reassess in the morning. And count yourself lucky I don't arrest your asses."
Night fell quickly, the storm outside growing more ferocious with each passing minute. The howling wind battered the small ranger station, and the walls creaked under the pressure. We huddled in the main room, the tension thick in the air.
The ranger looked at us sternly. "I need to check the perimeter and make sure everything is secure. There are things out there you don’t want to encounter, especially in this storm."
"Things? What do you mean?" Noah asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
The ranger's expression hardened. "Just stay put. No matter what you see or hear, do not leave this cabin. Understood?"
We nodded, the seriousness in his tone leaving no room for argument. "We'll stay put," I said, trying to sound more confident than I felt.
The ranger grabbed his coat and shotgun. "I'll be back in an hour. Do not leave this cabin." With that, he opened the door and stepped into the raging storm, disappearing into the darkness.
As soon as the door closed, I turned to Noah. "We need to go. Now."
Noah's eyes widened. "Are you crazy? He said to stay put."
"If we wait until morning, we'll be escorted out of here and lose our chance. This might be our only opportunity to find those artifacts."
Noah hesitated with uncertainty "But... what about Carl?"
"He'll be fine here. The ranger can take care of him. We have to do this now."
Reluctantly, Noah nodded. "Alright. Let's take what we can and go."
We quickly looted extra gear from the cabin. I checked the GPS one last time before we slipped out into the storm, the cold wind battering us.
The snow fell heavily, obscuring our vision as we slogged through the forest. The ranger was nowhere in sight as we made our way towards the our destination, each step filled with trepidatious excitement.
The storm began to die down as we approached the coordinates. We stepped into a clearing where the undisturbed snow lay like a pristine white blanket. In the center stood an ancient, weathered stone altar, encircled by intricate wooden carvings, delicate metalwork, and beautifully crafted statues. The sight was breathtaking, a treasure trove, a veritable museum of paganism.
Noah and I exchanged glances, our eyes wide with amazement. "Do you see this?" I whispered, barely able to contain my excitement.
"We're going to be rich," Noah replied, his voice trembling with awe. "These must be worth a fortune!"
We approached cautiously, as if the vision before us might disappear. The craftsmanship was stunning. I reached out to touch a carved wooden idol, marveling at the detail. "This is incredible," I said, my voice barely audible.
We began to load our packs with as many artifacts as we could carry, each one more exquisite than the last. It was beyond our wildest dreams. We were so engrossed in our task that we didn't notice the small figure watching us from the ridge.
It wasn't until I turned to leave that I saw her. A young girl, maybe eight years old, stood there, her blue eyes wide with curiosity. She was dressed in simple, rustic clothing, her blonde straight hair blowing gently in the wind. For a moment, we just stared at each other.
"Noah," I whispered urgently, nudging him. "Look."
He turned, his eyes following my gaze. "What the...?" he muttered, his voice trailing off.
The girl took a tentative step forward, her eyes fixed on the items in our hands. There was no fear in her gaze, only a quiet intensity that made my skin crawl.
"Who are you?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
She tilted her head slightly. "My name is Sigyn."
"What are you doing out here, Sigyn?" Noah asked, his voice shaky.
"I live here,"
"You live here?" I echoed, incredulous. "Is there anyone else around?"
"Yes," she whispered.
"Where?" Noah demanded, looking around nervously.
"Everywhere," she said with a giggle.
The way she said it, so matter-of-factly, bothered me deeply. Noah and I exchanged a look, both of us trying to figure out what to do next.
"We can't take her back to the ranger," Noah started, "We'll lose everything."
I nodded, my mind racing. "Sigyn," I said slowly, "we need to know who else is here. Can you help us?"
She looked at me with her piercing blue eyes, then said, "I'm sorry."
"For what?" Noah asked.
"For what's going to happen to you," she replied, her voice tinged with sadness.
"You need to tell us what's going on," Noah said, grabbing her arm roughly. "Why are you out here alone?"
She looked up at him, unperturbed. "I am not alone," she said softly.
Before we could press her further, a loud, guttural mooing sound echoed through the clearing. We turned towards the direction the girl had come from, and there, emerging from the shadows, was the silhouette of an elk. As it approached, my stomach dropped. Its body was a grotesque amalgamation of life and decay. Its skull was fully exposed, the eye sockets dark and empty. Large patches of its ribs were visible, the flesh around them rotted away.
The elk's movements were slow and deliberate, its head swaying as if in a trance. It walked directly towards us, its hollow eyes fixed on Sigyn. The closer it got, the more the stench of death filled the air—a nauseating mix of decay and earth. I fought the urge to retch.
Sigyn stood up, her expression calm. The monster sniffed her gently, its nostrils flaring. Without a word, she climbed onto its back, mounting it like a horse. It was a surreal and horrifying scene ripped straight from a nightmare.
As she settled onto the elk, she looked back at us, "A thief in the night shall reap what he sows," she said, her voice carrying an otherworldly echo. "Beware the price of stolen dreams."
With that, the beast turned and began to walk away, Sigyn riding it into the shadows of the forest. We stood there, frozen in place. The realization that we were in far over our heads began to sink in. This started to feel like a trap.
We need to get out of here," My voice trembling. "Now."
We turned to leave, our packs heavy with the pilfered goods. But as we took our first steps, the forest around us seemed to come alive. Shadows moved among the trees, and whispers floated on the wind. I quickened my pace, glancing nervously over my shoulder.
"Did you hear that?" Noah asked sharply,
"Just keep moving," I commanded.
A figure emerged from the shadows, blocking our path. It was a man, tall and gaunt, his eyes burning with an intense light. "Where do you think you're going?" he asked, his voice cold and menacing.
"We're leaving," I stammered. "We didn't mean any harm."
The man smirked, and with a swift motion, he raised his hand. More figures appeared, closing in on us from all sides. We were surrounded.
"Run!" I shouted, shoving Noah forward.
We sprinted through the forest, branches whipping at our faces and legs. The figures pursued us, their footsteps silent and relentless.
Noah stumbled and fell, his pack spilling open. Statues scattered across the ground, glinting in the moonlight. "Help!" he cried, scrambling to gather the items.
"Leave them!" I shouted, pulling him to his feet. "We have to keep moving!"
But it was too late, their hands seizing us. I struggled, kicking and thrashing, but their grips were too strong. They forced us to the ground, binding our hands with rough, coarse ropes.
"Please," I begged, "Don't hurt us."
The man who had first appeared stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "A thief in the night," he mocked.
They dragged us through the forest, the trees closing in around us like a cage. We were at their mercy.
In the distance, I could see the elk standing at the edge of the clearing, Sigyn still astride its back. Her eyes met mine, and for a moment, I thought I saw a flicker of pity. But then they turned away, disappearing into the shadows once more.
We were dragged into the heart of the forest, our struggles futile against the unyielding grip of our captors. As we broke through the treeline, a massive bonfire came into view, its flames licking the night sky. Shadows danced around the clearing, cast by the flickering light. A woman stood at the forefront, her presence commanding.
Her eyes were milk white, devoid of pupils, and her long, flowing white hair cascaded down her back. She was completely naked, her skin pale and marked with intricate symbols. Atop her head, she wore an elk skull, its antlers extending like eerie, skeletal fingers. She beat a drum emblazoned with more of the same cryptic symbols, each thud resonating deep within my chest.
Around the fire, about two dozen people stood, all drinking from crude, horned cups. Their faces were solemn, eyes fixed on the woman as she led them in a haunting chant. The atmosphere was thick with a mix of reverence and intoxication.
We were forced to our knees before the woman, who paused her drumming to look down at us. Her gaze was haunting, as if she could see into the very depths of our souls.
"Who are you?" Noah demanded, his voice trembling.
The woman ignored him, raising her arms to the sky. The chanting grew louder, the rhythm of the drum faster and more frenzied. The air around us seemed to vibrate with energy, the flames of the bonfire growing higher and more intense.
I glanced at Noah, fear mirrored in his eyes. The woman began to speak, her voice low and melodic, but filled with power, in a language I couldn't understand. Suddenly, she stopped, lowering her arms. The chanting ceased, and an silence fell over the clearing. She looked directly at me, her white eyes unblinking.
En tjuv i natten skördar vad han sår, akta dig för drömmar som du stjäl och får.
Hans skratt bevakar lundens gömda stig, där skuggor sveper över skogens liv.
För varje stulet andetag och svek, måste en tjuv möta sitt smärtsamma ödelek.
Tricksterns vilja, vår ande här, så i hans nåd, våra liv bär.
I was terrified and confused. She started again, softer, in a way I could understand.
A thief in the night shall reap what he sows, beware the price of stolen dreams.
His laughter guards our hidden groves, where shadows cloak the forest's seams.
For every stolen breath and lie, a thief must meet his painful end.
The tricksters will, our spirits tie, so in his grace, our lives suspend.
The crowd surged forward, grabbing Noah first. He screamed, his terror echoing through the trees as they pulled him towards a makeshift altar beside the bonfire. The woman chanted louder, her voice rising in a hypnotic rhythm as they began their gruesome work.
They stripped him of his shirt and bound his arms to a wooden frame. I tried to move, to help him, but the grip on my shoulders tightened, pinning me to the ground.
The woman approached Noah, holding a knife with a blade that gleamed in the firelight. She started to slice into his back, her movements deliberate and unhurried. Noah's screams pierced the night as she methodically carved the shape of wings into his flesh.
Blood poured from the wounds, soaking the ground beneath him. The crowd's chant grew louder, almost drowning out his cries. I watched in horror as the woman reached into the incisions, breaking the ribs and pulling them outward, creating a parody of wings.
Noah's agony was unbearable to witness. His screams turned to whimpers, his body convulsing in pain. The woman didn't stop until the work was complete, his lungs exposed and hanging grotesquely from his back.
They lifted Noah's broken body and placed him over the fire. The smell of burning flesh filled the air, making me gag. His life ebbed away as the flames consumed him, the once vibrant light in his eyes fading to nothing.
The woman turned to me, her expression devoid of mercy. "You will meet the same fate," she said, "He demands it."
The smell of burning flesh and the sight of his broken body over the fire was seared into my mind. Despair settled over me as I closed my eyes.
A deafening blast shattered the night. My eyes flew open to see the shaman stumbling backward, a gaping wound in her chest. She collapsed to the ground, her white eyes staring lifelessly into the void.
The villagers turned in shock as another shot rang out, this time hitting one of the men holding me. I twisted free from their grasp and saw the park ranger standing at the edge of the clearing, a pump-action shotgun in his hands. He fired again, the sound echoing through the forest, before one of them tackled him to the ground.
"Run!" he shouted, his voice raw and desperate. "Get the hell out of here!"
I didn't need to be told twice. I sprinted into the darkness, the chaos of the clearing fading behind me. Branches whipped at my face, and the snow underfoot made every step a struggle. I could hear the sounds of fighting and gunshots, but I forced myself to keep moving.
The cold air burned in my lungs, but adrenaline pushed me forward. I didn't stop until I reached the station, my legs threatening to give out from under me. I burst through the door and slammed it behind me.
Inside, Carl lay where we had left him, his face pale and twisted in pain. I stumbled to the radio, my hands trembling as I fumbled with the controls.
"Mayday, mayday!" I yelled into the microphone. "This is an emergency! We need help! Please, someone, come quickly!"
Static filled the room, punctuated by my ragged breaths. I repeated the call, my voice growing more frantic with each passing second. Finally, a voice crackled through the speaker. "This is Ranger Station Bravo. What's your location? Over."
I could barely form the words. "Olympic National Park! The ranger station near mount Christie! We're under attack! Please, send help!"
"Copy that. Help is on the way. Stay put and stay safe. Over."
I collapsed to the floor, my body trembling with exhaustion and fear. Carl moaned softly, his eyes fluttering open. "What… What happened? Where's Noah?”
Tears streamed down my face and I found myself choked up. “He’s gone, man. Help is coming.”
The minutes stretched into an eternity as we waited. The wind howled around the station, and every creak and groan of the structure set my nerves on edge. I couldn't shake the feeling that we were being watched, that the forest itself was closing in on us.
The radio crackled again, this time with a different voice. "Helicopter en route, ETA fifteen minutes. Prepare for extraction."
I glanced at Carl, his eyes filled with confusion. "Hang on. We're getting out of here."
As the minutes ticked by, I couldn't help but think about the ranger. He had saved my life, but he hadn't made it back. My mind conjured up images of what might have happened to him, the cultists overwhelming him in the darkness. A sense of guilt gnawed at me, knowing he had sacrificed himself for us.
The sound of rotors cut through the night, growing louder as the helicopter approached. I ran to the window and saw its searchlight piercing the treetops, scanning for the station.
I helped Carl to his feet, supporting his weight as we made our way to the hatch. The helicopter hovered above, lowering a rescue basket. The wind from the rotors whipped the snow into a frenzy, but I didn't care. Salvation was finally here.
We secured Carl in the basket first, and I watched as he was hoisted up, disappearing into the safety of the helicopter. My turn was next. I realized that I was now alone and exposed. Fear coursing through me as I scanned around the edge of the forest, expecting to be grabbed and taken seconds before my rescue. But the moment never came. As I gripped the rope, I took one last look at the forest below. The flames of the bonfire still flickered in the distance.
I was lifted into the air, the ground falling away beneath me. The helicopter's crew pulled me inside, and I collapsed onto the floor still holding onto my pack, my body finally giving in to exhaustion. The doors closed, and the helicopter banked away, leaving the horrors of the park behind.
Weeks had passed since the harrowing events, but the memories clung to me like the bitter cold. I had returned to civilization, seeking solace in the familiar chaos of the city. I found a wealthy collector through a network of contacts. The artifacts fetched a price tenfold the cost of gear. The money was substantial, but as I held the cash, it felt like a hollow victory.
Noah's absence weighed heavily on me. His disappearance was chalked up as a missing persons case, and despite my best efforts to explain what had happened, no one believed me. The authorities conducted a search of the area, but they found no trace of the cult, the artifacts, or the clearing. It was as if the forest had swallowed up all the evidence.
I returned to the site where we had parked the truck. The dirt bikes were gone, stolen by opportunistic thieves, but the truck remained. I drove back in silence, the road winding through the dense forest. For a moment, I thought I saw the girl watching me from atop a ridge until I realized it was just paranoia. I stepped on the gas a little harder.
Back home, I checked the Tomb Raiders forum again. The post that had led us into the forest was gone, deleted without a trace. I messaged the mods, but apparently, they don’t keep records to maintain confidentiality. I wrote about our experience, detailing every terrifying moment, but the responses were skeptical at best. Most dismissed it as a work of fiction or a desperate cry for attention.
Time passed, and I tried to return to a semblance of normalcy. Yet, the wilderness called to me stronger than ever. It was my sanctuary, the only place where I could find peace amidst the turmoil. I spent more and more time outdoors than ever before, but now it always felt like I was just running from something.
Determined to prove what had happened, I returned to the forest with a camera and recording equipment. This time, I documented every step, capturing footage of the trees, the snow, and the eerie silence that hung in the air. I retraced our path, hoping to find the clearing again. But each night, as I reviewed the footage, something strange would happen. The files would be corrupted or entire segments missing.
I pressed on. I found the site where Noah had fallen, the ground still bearing faint traces of what had happened. I set up the camera and began to speak, recounting the events in detail. As I spoke, a cold wind swept through the clearing, and the camera's screen flickered. I finished my account and turned to check the recording, only to find the file corrupted once again, the footage replaced by static and a faint, mocking laughter.
I returned home, defeated and exhausted. My attempts to share what I had experienced were met with disbelief and ridicule. The files I managed to save were corrupted beyond recognition. It was as if the forest itself was conspiring against me.
Almost exactly one year later, as I browsed the forums, a new post caught my eye. It was cryptic, eerily similar to the one that had led us into the nightmare. It spoke of another trove of artifacts, hidden deep within the wilderness, waiting to be claimed.
The post was signed with a new name: Skygge. Different handle, same style. Another trap. They had taken so much from me, left scars that would never heal. I opened my drawer, my fingers brushing over the cold metal of my weapons. This was the moment I had been waiting for. This time, I'll be ready.
The forest’s secrets won't remain hidden forever.
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2024.05.16 10:29 Either_Monitor_3066 Dying without anyone beside you

My friend passed away ,, sabi niya matutulog lang siya pero hindi na siya gumising after ng paalam niya. Sobrang painful sa'kin ng death niya to the point na hanggang ngayon umiiyak ako kapag nakikita ko yung pictures niya. I feel really really sad , Lagi kasi siyang nag longing sa father niya. Huling chat pa namin excited siya kasi sabi daw ng Papa niya uuwi sa Pinas para makita siya. She was diagnosed with CKD stage 5. Ramdam ko yung takot niya but at the same time yung word na "finally" . Grabe din talaga ang buhay niya noong nabubuhay pa siya. Well hindi niya talaga deserve ang abusive family. Pero bakit naman ganun ka bilis . Nakukwento ko pa naman siya sa parents ko . Sabi ko okay lang ba if may patirahin ako sa bahay na bata . She's actually not bata at all mag 21 na siya sa june . Pero willing akong ampunin siya , I know the feeling na mag-isa na parang di ka nag e-exist sa bahay , Makikita ka lang kqpag may mali kang nagawa .
 *sigh* Kapag naiisip ko na mag-isa siya sa hospital bed na walang bantay tapos binawian ng buhay . Sobrang nadudurog yung puso ko . Sabi ko nga ii donate ko na kidney ko sa kanya.. Okay lang , Then yung Papa niya nagpadala lang ng pera para sa burol niya tapos ngayon di na ulit makontak. 
haist sinabi naman na niya nung last day niya na "ate panatag naman na ako kung mawala ako." pero hindi ko matanggap , hindi kami ganun ka dalas mag chat pero naka subaybay ako sa mga post niya . Support sa mga post niya at minsan nagbibigay din ng help financially kapag need niya .
bukod dito sa off my chest ,yung parents ko ang pinagkuwentuhan ko ng nangyari sa kaibigan ko . Sabi ni Mama "Kung okay okay pa siya , pwede natin siya ilipat sa PGH tapos ako magbabantay bantay sa kanya sa gabi . Kasi nandito naman ang kapatid mo sa gabi may magbabantay sa Papa mo. "
"Ganun talaga nak, wag kanang umiyak ang mahalaga di na siya pinahirapan ng sakit niya."
shet naiiyak na naman ako.. .
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2024.05.16 09:00 RatioOk460 SUPER SENIOR NA GAGRADUATE NA

SUPER SENIOR NA GAGRADUATE NA
Sa buong 5 years ko na stay in AMV, ito ang unang beses na natulog at gumising akong sobrang saya. Ganito pala ang feeling na matulog na hindi inaanxiety ka-ooverthink kung kakayanin ko ba makalabas ng AMV. Pagkakita ko ng grade ko sa portal, umiyak lang ako nang umiyak. Naalala ko yung mga times na sobrang sakit na ipaglaban ang mga pangarap ko, buti na lang hindi ako sumuko.
Para sa mga hindi pa gagraduate this June 2024, lalo na sa mga kabatch ko, mahigpit na yakap (w/ consent). Alam ko walang ano mang encouraging words ang makakabawas sa pain na nararamdaman niyo right now, but I hope this testimony of mine can serve as an inspiration. Mahirap at nakakapagod man ang journey, makakarating din sa patutunguhan. Malapit na kayo sa dulo. Naniniwala ako sainyo!
To my fellow June 2024 Graduates, CONGRATULATIONS! Lahat ng pagod, puyat, at sakripisyo natin sa loob ng ilang taon, ito na yun. We are finally reaping the fruits of our hard work. See you all sa QPav!🎓❤️
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2024.05.16 05:30 Mochiccali_ My pet just died

Hello, so, my pet rabbit just died yesterday at kaiiyak sobrang sama na ng pakiramdam ko physically and emotionally. Siguro ganon lang talaga ako ka-attach sa alaga ko. Nalulungkot lang ako kasi biglaan lang pagkamatay niya. He used to be so healthy kaso nagkasakit and bam namatay.
The day it happened (the day before yesterday) nasa labas ako ng bahay. I had to attend a photoshoot for school stuff. Unknowingly, naghihingalo na pala alaga ko. Nalaman ko lang nung bumabyahe ako pauwi, which was around 9 PM. Ang masaklap pa ron almost all of the vet clinics around us were already closed. Halos mabaliw ako sa daan kakahanap ng bukas na clinic, but luckily mayroon pang nag-iisang bukas.
Sobrang hirap din kasing makahanap ng vet na nagke-cater sa mga rabbits. Dinala ko alaga ko ron and they did everything they could to stabilize him. Nilagyang oxygen, dextrose, tinurukan ng supplements and such. Inuwi namin siya hoping the best for him, but an hour later, hindi niya na kinaya and he took his last breath. I get so emotional every time maaalala ko na hinintay niya lang pala ko umuwi before siya mag-goodbye.
It's like he's waiting for my blessing to cross the rainbow. Siguro ako na lang 'yung naghohold back sa kanya sa mundong 'to. And so up to this day umiiyak pa rin ako. I guess I'll never recover from this kind of pain. I'll just need to let myself grieve and feel things.
It's hard kasi may thesis ako and finals. Magbbday na rin ako sa 29. I thought I was gonna have a good bday, kabaligtaran pala :((
Ayun lang, I just wanna share my sadness kasi today's the 1st day na wala siya sa tabi ko and hindi ko alam how to cope with it.
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