A, B, C and D.
I want to start with the one I want to kill or beat up the most: A. He is a pro football player, and that's kind of where the problem begins. When we were in the same class my whole life, he always yelled at me whenever we played football, ever since elementary school. He is also (for some reason) the highlight of the class, like for every single girl. He even had his first kiss under a desk in kindergarten. Not that I have a problem with that; the girls are all his, I don't even want a girlfriend. But what I don't get is how every single girl STILL likes and praises him despite him always humiliating, teasing, and sometimes even hitting some of them, yet none of those girls can even stand sitting next to me (especially B, but I'll get to her later). It's like it has become a standard for every girl to not like me. They say they don't hate me and I'm just being dramatic, but I'm pretty sure of the truth; most of them dislike me, don't even respect me. Anyways, back to A. Its almost a part of his daily life to make fun of me or swearing at me. All i did was wear a lumberjack shirt on top of my school uniform and he still sweared at me about it. (Something like ''fuck your clothing'' as the google translate says) he occasinally pushes me out of the way, my fatass ''friend'' pushed me so i leaned against a side to avoid hitting his GF (not that i care that she is his girlfriend) and he still yelled something like ''stay away'' like some fucking dog protecting his mate. He always cuts me off when i ask something to the teacher and almost the whole class joins him like some hiveimind. The girls are so OK with him he always had girls following him like some kind of animal's harem before he had a GF ,they even made fun of THE WAY I THOUGHT(like,my hand was on my chin.), i also call the ones on his tails whores. My hate for him is so strong i get past kill/torture him, i sometimes want to push him to the ground and r@pe him so i can give him a trauma that he will never forget, ruining his life and maybe even suiciding if im lucky (or unlucky). Im trying not to give in,but if i ever did something like that and if someone asked if i regret it,i would probably say ''i would do it again if i had they gave me the chance to go to the past''. Everytime i see him walking down stairs,i want to kick his back,slam his head against the wall until his face bled. İ want to put him down on his knees and hold him by his hair on the streetcar rails,because that way,i would both suicide and also kill him,it would be pure bliss for a few seconds. But i get sad every time i remember that murder is obviously illegal,and it wouldnt be worth burning my life...i also think about if its actually worth it cause, i dont have much dreams,i want to be a simple cashier,not much would change the world if i died,but if i killed him or he died in some way,i would be eternally happy. He is probably one of the,if not the worst, of this list of people,i wanna strangle him to death.
Now for B, she has blue hair and trains in muay thai, she even joins tournaments, but she is half my height and weight, im pretty sure i could beat her up,but i dont want to let my ego get in the way. Anyways now for why i hate her. She is fucking annoying. She ALSO cuts my sentences to make fun of me, she would never sit down with me, she calls me weird, she mentions that has nothing to do with the topic while arguing with me, like the time she made fun of the pose i made for the school album where all the boys are in a single pic.(The pose was me leaning one one of my waist while putting my hand on the opposite side o fmy waist while doing the peace sign, which,sure,its funny,but not an excuse to make fun of me) I always regret the time when she punched my stomach and ran away to her desk. All i did was just raise my leg and slowly ''stomp'' her on the chest,which only just leaved a print of dust on her. If i could go to past,i would definetly beat the shit out of her. She also almost punched me just because i called her adolescent (everyone calls her that btw,she tried to hit JUST me) but i thankfully caught her fist in the air. The teacher of course warned her,but im sure as hell they wouldnt *just* warn me if i hit her,its just general teacher treatment. Anyways long story short,i hate her as much as A,if somehow not more. The things i wanna do to her are the same as A, torture,murder,beating up and rarely even r@pe blah blah.
Now C. He is...a bit egoistic, he will point and laugh at me, but uses force even if i call him a nickname everyone calls him. He even threatened me in elemantary school to join him in being naughty. The intimading about him is well,he is pretty muscly and also grew up in a bit of dangerous streets. He is usually cool but he is one of the people who always keep up with the making fun of me everytime i get a random boner trend (everyone in this list,except B keeps this up btw). Overall i still wanna kill him etc etc, the same.
D. D is...also loved by everyone but me.He also makes fun of me, like saying they will beat me up in highschool for random fucking reasons thats none of his business (Dumb shit like me liking old things btw). I think he is probably the weakest out of this bunch (or maybe B, idk). He studies all day (his mom kinda forces him to) but that doesnt justify his actions like slapping my cheeks (both kind of cheeks,yes). He is also weirdly handsome and kind of a soft. The same thing goes for him too. Murder, beating up, torture, r@pe etc.
Anyways,long story short,these are people that i wouldnt be sad at if they died or got hurt. Also the people who i would love to hurt if it was legal. But, yknow, my hate for A,or any of these people, teaches me something. No matter how much of an asshole you are, no matter what you do,if you are popular for a good reason, you will always be the one winning, its just the way society works. And honestly,classmates like these make me understand some school shooters and why they do it, of course, im not saying its justifyed at all, its one of the stupidest things to do,but i kinda have those thoughts too. Last words: I hope every one of these people i counted above a very unpleasent life and death,they ruined the most active moments of my life,puberty,and further boosted my sadness and p*rn addiction.

Hey everyone, I'm 17 years old and feeling really overwhelmed, so I'm writing this to get it all out and seek some help. Maybe some of you can say something to help me feel less alone.
I feel way behind people my age career-wise because of my immaturity and not listening to my family. I feel like I'm at my breaking point, so here it goes:
I was never particularly good at academics or anything else. I enjoyed playing different sports but was just average at all of them. In 10th grade, I studied for the last 3-4 weeks and scored good enough marks to get into the science stream.
I chose PCM (Physics, Chemistry, and Math) because I wanted to join the NDA and become an officer. It was a dream I never worked towards, and now I realize how unrealistic it was. In 11th grade, I was in a relationship and wasted a lot of time on that and other distractions. I didn’t have any friends except my boyfriend. I thought I could score decent marks by studying in the last few weeks like I did in 10th grade, but it didn’t work, and I failed.
Then my boyfriend suggested we break up to focus on our studies. It hurt a little, but I agreed. He ended up scoring decent marks.
I repeated 11th grade in the same school (big mistake) and took PCM again (even bigger mistake) to prove people wrong who said I shouldn’t take it. I had three goals: study hard, make friends, and improve my health. I was bullied by my classmates but eventually made some friends, had a decent social life, and passed my UT exams, though not with great marks.
Things got worse when I started seeing my ex in the corridors. He asked a mutual friend how I was doing, and we tried to make things work again. I was very insecure, and he eventually wanted to break up again. A week before, he was sending me mixed signals, but he had made up his mind.
During his farewell, I found out he was close to another girl. It hurt a lot because I was still dealing with my insecurities. She even had the same name as me, which felt like a cruel twist. All I could think about was both of them doing the things we had discussed. I kept arguing with him in my mind.
My birthday and exams were coming up, and I couldn’t focus on anything but them. My grandfather also passed away, and I felt guilty for not visiting him due to exams. With all this happening, I got really depressed.
When the results came, I failed again.
Currently, I'm doing commerce from an open school and scoring well on my tuition exams. I'm not talking to anyone except family because I don't know how to reach out. I do feel lonely at times, but I am at peace. My liver got really bad due to poor eating habits, so now I'm eating healthy and exercising.
What also helped me is that I have shifted recently, so I had this sense that I am away from all those things and starting a new life. But today, I saw a boy from my first 11th batch in my new colony, and it broke me down so badly. He was friends with my ex.
I'm not using Instagram or any social media and I'm not in contact with anyone from my past.
I know at the end of the day, it's all my fault and I brought it upon myself.
If anyone has advice or just wants to share their thoughts, it would mean a lot to me.

So today I was wearing some trousers which had pockets by the hips and some on the leg which you can close. I put my phone in the hip pocket and it fell out right as I closed the car door, so it shut on the screen before falling on the floor. From what I can tell, it’s only, the screen and it’s just a huge crack (although the left has shards of glass), my phone case suffered minimum to no damage and the sound seems to work fine.
It’s getting fixed tomorrow but I have to pay for it. Ik it’s expected and I should probably have to but it still stings, especially since I was told I had to shortly after it broke and my dad even said “any volunteers?” And my mum said no. I expected it but it still hurts.
I’m not letting myself get too sad about this, I need time away from my phone and I have my iPad so I’m not missing out on much. It’s just annoying how I made a mistake and it went horribly and I have to suffer. I just wanna rant about it cause it annoyed me a lot and also remind people to just put your phone in your bag/a zipped pocket, not an empty pocket. The few seconds of getting it out is worth it (idk what I was thinking I just didn’t expect anything to happen)

Put the spoiler tag to be sure.
I realize Penacony's quest is yet to finish, and Acheron will most probably be explored further down the line as the story progresses even beyond Penacony, but I wanted to get this out just as I am feeling it (plus, I dare to say that we do have a big picture of who Acheron is by now, so I doubt something drastic will happen to change this, but only time can tell).
This sentiment originates from the direct parallel from her Genshin Impact counterpart: Raiden Shogun, or more specifically, Ei. I am not going to get into details regarding this character, that's not the point of discussion I want to convey here. What I wanted to point out is how this character has been a hot spot for controvery for three years within the Genshin community. And with her being my favorite character from that game, it just infuriates me how she has always been so "villainified" and misunderstood, taking all her negative attributes to hyperbolic extremes that make her out to be worse than she actually is. I guess I can only blame the writing for this. I would also try to add anything related to Raiden Mei from Honkai Impact, but I am not familiar with the game, and I do NOT speak about things I don't know.
But with Acheron, the atmosphere feels different, more positive even. And I guess it is also due to her writting. I cannot think of anything she has done that can be considered morally grey, or even bad. She has been one of the key people in freeing Penacony from Ena's dream. Everything that surrounds her just makes the audience respect her. She fought against millions of demons in a futile attempt to save her planet. She endured the, debatably, most dangerous Aeon the game has. She has taken upon herself the meaningless task of guiding the lost souls to rest. Her ultimate goal is to kill the very same being that made her life, and many other lost souls, a misery. She has also shown numerous times she never retorts to violent means if she can solve the issue without it (She has been taunted to fight by 6 people so far: Duke Inferno, Aventurine, Welt, Sam, the Dream Master and Boothill. Out of them, only two were struck down, because they wouldn't accept any other solution but to fight). Her presence even clashes with what we know of Self-Annihilators. Despite being close to becoming a shell of what she once was, and currently being an Emanator of Nihility no less, her view of what life is is actually very hopeful and warm. She is a hero and a warrior through and through, and I am happy to see that the general reception of her character seems to be a positive one.
The only thing I can think of that can make her look like a bad person is that if you got stuck into believing that what happened in the Rondo Across Countless Kalpas trailer was all literal. But I'd dare to say that you need to be too illiterate to not notice that it was mostly a metaphorical way of portraying the Nihility within herself, and what happens when anyone interacts too closely to what she went through, specially when that someone is a memetic entity of the Rememberance.
I know this may sound nonsensical, as they are different characters, so of course they are treated differently. You may be correct, I just found it curious that my favorite characters from both games turned out to be the "Raiden Mei" iteration of each game. So this is just the feeling of relief after seeing that "she" went from being hated and misunderstood endlessly for years, to being actually decently written, with a lot of positive traits that make her a very likeable character.
Was this post a stupid rant? Yes. Was it unnecessary? Possibly. But you could say that doing meaningless things is part of the beauty of Nihility.

I write a lot (like really, it's a bit) about marketing stuff for fitness facilities and studio owners. That said, a lot of the concepts and content can really apply to any small business—even a personal trainer—as long as you look at it through the lens of building your own brand. This idea can help you not only build a strong following with your clients but also differentiate yourself from the norm.
That said, I've tried to condense the idea of structuring and running a marketing campaign in this industry below.
When marketing your gym, fitness studio, or yourself, it's essential to approach campaign development strategically, similar to how you'd design a fitness program. Begin by setting SMART goals tied to key campaign drivers like business growth, budget, and target audience. Identify your unique selling points—whether it's exceptional service, specialized equipment, or unique training programs—and use these distinctions to craft compelling marketing messages.
Next, ensure your content covers all stages of the sales funnel and is tailored to different marketing channels such as SEO, paid ads, social media, and email. Conduct A/B testing to refine your approach and use automation for efficiency while maintaining a personal touch. Regularly monitor and optimize your campaigns based on analytics to ensure everything runs smoothly and effectively drives conversions. This holistic approach not only enhances your marketing efforts but can also improve overall business operations.
I have a significantly more in-depth write-up of this on my website (GymSplash)—it's all free information, so go crazy and dive in!

Yes, I know asking this on a social media platform seems a bit counterintuitive.
I'm a university student just finishing my penultimate year at my home university and have my final exam next week. After this, I'll be moving back home for 3 months with no exams, no job, no responsibilities or obligations at all, before moving to another country for one year of study abroad. I'm moving to a really amazing place so I really want to make the absolute most of the year but let's just say right now I definitely am not making the most of each day.
I wake up, go on my laptop/phone for 1-2 hours, usually make it to the gym for a bit, then come home and do a bit of work but mostly scrolling/playing video games, sometimes going out with my friends. It's been like this for so long and it feels like my brain is completely fried at this point. I used to love reading so much but now I struggle to read for more than 20 pages before my mind goes haywire. I feel so addicted to the social media apps I use and really struggle to move away from them because a lot of my interests revolve around them - e.g. I follow football (soccer) very closely and to keep up with all the news, scores, etc. I use Twitter a lot.
I want to use the next 3 months at home to de-fry my brain, get back into reading, nullify social media as much as I possibly can (even willing to go "off the grid" for that time), and I'm looking for advice on how to do that. I know "just delete the apps lol" but I've tried that and I don't think it's the most effective way for me. Thanks!

How do I respond if I get asked about some off putting post cards my step mom has sent?
Hi all - this is a throw away account.
I (39f) am 18 weeks pregnant and my narcissist step mother has started up her nonsense. A lot of family members have gone no contact with her over the past few years, but in an attempt to maintain a relationship with my father I have tried to maintain a boundaried relationship with both of them. I have spent years in therapy unpacking the damage this woman (and, lets be honest, my dad) have inflicted and I expect most people will encourage me to just go no contact with them but I’m hoping for some nuanced advice because I will be seeing them in a few weeks.
First of all, we live on opposite sides of the US so I only see them once or twice a year. My husband and I are going to visit our niece and nephew so by default we are seeing my parents because they live in the same town. We aren’t staying with them or requiring anything from them. We are meeting them for a restaurant dinner one of the nights we’re in town and that is the only time I am planning on seeing them.
I told them we were pregnant 4 weeks ago. Since then I have received 4 very upsetting post cards in the mail. They are all water color painted by her (she’s not an artist). Three of the four of them are addressed to my unborn child and all four of them are creepy rants about how she can’t wait to be apart of this baby’s life.
It probably won’t surprise anyone to know that these two were the most stressful element when it came to my wedding and I am starting to have that feeling well up again while I’m having a visceral reaction to these post cards. I feel physically sick thinking about her holding my baby. She will never be alone with this child, let alone “apart of its life”.
I’m probably very close to no contact but regardless - I will be seeing them in a few weeks.
I ripped up the post cards and threw them away and I’m trying not to give her any fuel at all by even acknowledging them, let alone give her any sort of reaction. What should I say if she asks about them? I don’t want her to think that this is ok at all but I also don’t want to react negatively because she’ll love that, too.

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I'm here working outside under the sun. No clouds in sight, just a friendly wind making the set up perfect.. I did my workout already at 7 o'clock, went for a little run and hit the gym. 1,5 hours in total. I'm finishing my thesis for university, tomorrow is the deadline and after many painful weeks I'm 100% positive that I will graduate this spring.. oh my god how good it feels to say that.
My background is quite dark. I'm 25, I've had a decent life so far; I have quite large social network and supporting family and friends. Careerwise I'm doing okay. I got a job and our band is about to sign a deal with one of the major labors. People describe me as a friendly, positive and funny person who's easy to hang out with. Well breaking news, that's all fake fellas..
Behind the scenes I was/I've been depressed as hell for 6 years. Today I realize the reason behind that was pörn and mösturbation addiction. For every single day ever since I was föcking 13 years old.. The shame I've carried all these years made me feel literally miserable and different from other people. Last time I was in relationship 7 years ago, which ended bc my low self esteem caused by pörn. My parents never taught me a single this about söx or pörn, I had to gain the knowledge by myself. Unfortunately I did it in a wrong way by watching pörn...
My nofap journey is currently at day 40, yay! I gotta tell you bros, I haven't felt this good since 2016.. I always used to dream it was 2016 again, now I realize that's unnecessary. The life is here right now. My confidence is flying through the roof, I find it super easy and interesting to talk to everyone all the time. I used to find small talk waste of time, now I'm living for it haha.
My focus is 1000% better than before. I find little things interesting such as this sunshine or writing a föcking journal update. Without doing this change, I wouldn't have been able to graduate.. Also I already have a thing with a girl I've fancied literally ever since I was 18. I föcking sent her a message and turns out she had a thing for me too back in the days.. Imagine. My first relationship in 7 years is potentially about to happen..
Earlier this year I already had some nofap attempts which makes this time easier I guess. I'm 100% committed for this new lifestyle and I NEVER want to go back to the darkness.
If you're still reading please listen. I just want to tell you that you HAVE TO fight real hard bro to get rid of pmo. I've been hitting my head against the wall, I've stayed up all night with the urges, I even had to leave my house at 2am just not to masturbate and stay in local gas station like a föcking idiot... It will be super hard at times, but believe me, the reward is just so amazing.. Something I didn't know even existed. I had already made the conclusion that I'm just different from the other people and will die alone.
I know day 40 is just the beginning but I feel like I've beaten the hardest part already. Now it's only one hard day per week, it used to be 7. 90 days will come so fast. Lastly, my tips on how to do it based on how I did it:

• Block porn sites on your phone and computer. On iPhone and Mac that can be done in settings, or then install a blocker app
• Start dopamine detox. This is crucial. Only this way your brain will get rid of the need of constant dopamine caused by porn. After week or two you won't be looking for porn just for boredom which is a trigger for many.
  • Remove TikTok, Instagram, Facebook, Youtube, all the apps on your phone causing 1. dopamine overload 2. you to expose for sexual content.
  • Stop video games, Netflix series, all the things that give you infinite dopamine. Your brain is ruined I'm sorry to tell you. Most of ours are. And yes, you really have to suffer from boredom to make an actual progress. So goodbye all the discord friends, it's time to make real life friends.
  • Block the news sites on your phone. At least on iPhone you can manually block certain websites. The reason for this: 1. just like everything else, news are sexualized these days for more readers. You will get exposed for sexual images and titles. 2. News are mostly negative, which affects our brain wrong way. No, everything is not wrong in modern world, you just read too much news.
• Start working out. This is the hardest part for the most. Even if you're at bad shape, start walking outside, then running. Only this way you start to respect your own body and heal from the damage pörn did you your self esteem. Start lifting heavy weights in gym. Your testosterone levels will get back up and morning wood will be crazy,
• Avoid any sexual content as much as possible. Just do it. Don't watch twitch or play tinder. That will make you relapse. Unfortunately.
• Sleep with pants on.
• Don't even dare to touch yourself. Do not edge, or mösturbate even a little bit. Blue balls will make everything so much harder.
• Optional: start eating healthy and avoid sugar, quit nicotine, gambling and other addictions. Okay, this sound really hard, but I did it too. Now I'm addicted to new things like working out and having social life.

You have the strength in you to make the difference brother! Imagine having a hard time for ONE MONTH just to have the best time of your life for years. It's so easy to waste our life in internet but there is so much to feel and experience. Start today, and don't quit no matter what happens. 💪

Recently, I've been diving deep into how we can create more immersive brand experiences, and I stumbled upon the concept of custom music. It's intriguing how a unique sound or jingle can elevate our brand and make our products more memorable.
I experimented with a few AI music platforms to see if they could deliver on the promise without needing deep pockets or musical expertise. Here’s what I found:

• Suno : Really powerful tool with lots of options to customize music. The quality is impressive, but the pricing can be a bit steep if you're just starting out or if you're operating on a tight budget.
• Udio : Offers a good balance between functionality and ease of use. However, I felt the library was somewhat limited compared to others, which might be a concern if you're looking for something very specific.
• Heymusic.ai : This was the most budget-friendly and surprisingly intuitive. I didn’t expect much given the price point, but it turned out to be quite sufficient for basic needs. The interface is super user-friendly, making it easy for someone like me, who has no background in music, to create something that sounded professional.

Why Consider AI Music?

• Engagement Boost: Adding music to my videos increased viewer retention significantly. It seems people are more likely to watch through if the video has an appealing background track.
• Brand Recall: The custom tunes created an audio signature for my brand. Customers have mentioned the music being catchy, which is a great sign as it aids in recall and loyalty.
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CONTEXT: I have a cat named Thor whom I've had since he was 4 months old. He is now 2 and a half years old, and he's great with people. Acts totally fine with them and even allows random strangers to rub his belly. Which is why I find his current behavior strange.
Around 2 and a half weeks ago, we got another cat named Loki. He's 10 years old and diabetic, we got him because he was going to be put down if we didn't. He is very aggressive towards people, and only bonds with my sister despite the fact that everyone else tries to bond with him the same way. We don't overstimulate him, we back off when he hisses (which he does a lot). I tried to pet him on the head 5 days after we got him, and without warning he scratched and hissed after. I was bleeding. He now allows me to pet him on the head sometimes, but 90% of the time he hisses and I back off. He doesn't even allow my sister to rub him anywhere but the head, and he has shown very little progression in being accustomed to our home, even after 2 weeks. His previous owners surrendered him, and I have am pretty sure that he was abused or neglected before, so I try to give him space. But he's very aggressive, and despite being litter-trained we are unable to get him to use his litter box. This has resulted in him doing his business everywhere, and it's kind of disgusting.
Fact of the matter is that when these two cats are put in a visible range of each other, they collide and fur just goes everywhere, they make the loudest growling, hissing, and yelling sounds, and it's absolutely insane. Words can not describe how loud it is. I always break up the fight by yelling and picking up Thor. The strange thing is that the once happy and never aggressive cat is now fighting all the time (and on the winning side, which I kind of like, sorry) and has started becoming aggressive towards us. We're sort of thinking that adopting Loki was a mistake since it has just made our other cat angry all the time and has made our house a mess (furballs from fights+waste). Loki is the one jumping at Thor, which is odd since Thor is supposed to be the territorial one considering he was raised here. After the first fight, Thor has been growling under his breath when he sees Loki, and Loki just jumps at him, which in turn results in a fight. Do I let them battle it out (if it doesn't injure another cat) to resolve it or should I separate them? I don't think they are capable of ever getting along, and I don't want any cat to get hurt.

At the beginning of April, I had a medial meniscus root repair, 2 stiches. My surgeon wanted me NWB for 4 weeks, 2 weeks PWB with crutches, and post-6 weeks I will slowly start to drop the crutches. I have been doind light PT since day 3 and started seeing my athletic trainer about 12 days post op. Flexion is currently around 110 degrees.
I needed to take a 5.5 hour flight 5 weeks post-op for work (just happened this week). I was cleared by my AT to fly last week, but she instructed me to wear a compression sleeve from my foot to my mid thigh and continue with the baby aspirin. I was pretty nervous working up to this, mostly bc I am still not fully weight bearing and wanted to share my key takeaways since there have been some questions.

• My husband dropped me off at the airport and brought my bag to the check in desk so I didnt have to try and pull it. I would have been able to do so but it would have been hard.
  
• I secured wheelchair service at both airports and I will say, these people are angels. They made sure I was safe, made it to my gate, and I even got to stop by the lounge on my flight out to get coffee. Make sure to tip your person as they work really hard and dont make a lot.
  
• I had to get the pat down since I cannot take the brace off while walking. It was fine, not invasive, just plan a little extra time, especially if you are female as they have to call a woman to pat you down and at both airports there were more male TSA agents.
  
• I checked my normal carry-on roller bag so I wouldnt have to deal with it. Having someone who can manage the bag if you are still on crutches will be important; the wheelchair person helped me get the bag off the carousel once I landed.
  
• I was fortunate enough for this flight (and another next week) to be in first as this is required work travel. Having the bulk row made a HUGE difference so I could actually elevate my leg. I would recommend paying for the extra legroom in economy or first if you have to fly while you are still NWB or PWB since actually standing up on the flight is HARD.
  
• One of the HARDEST things was actually getting into the plane. The step up was really high and I felt that I put too much weight on my surgical leg to propel up. I made it, it was fine… but not easy. Getting out of the plane was easy.
  
• I wore my compression sleeve the entire flight out to PHL. I didnt need ice but I did bring two 1-gallon ziplock bags. On the flight home, I needed ice so I asked the FA to fill up one and I placed it in the second bag to avoid leaking. I also brought a dish towel to place on my leg.
  
• I took baby aspirin every 12 hours starting the day before the flight and everyday before the return flight. I dont know if this ACTUALLY helped (limited evidence) but it made me feel better.
  
• I tried to hydrate a lot the day or two before and while on the flight.
  
• The FA were able to help me get my crutches down so I could go to the bathroom a couple times during each flight. I tried to time it around smooth travel. Obviously this isnt easy to predict but I was able to manage. Go slow… it is doable. Warning, the bathroom doors dont stay open without holding them.
  
• I did all the PT exercises that I could, as often as I could, while seated and made sure I stood up every 2 hours minimum. I wore my Birkenstocks so I could keep an eye on my toes.
  
• The flight out was actually fine. It was really early so I was well rested. The flight home was rough. I had been working, standing and moving for 2 days at this point, and I was swollen BEFORE I boarded the return. By the time I landed back home, my leg(s) were really swollen and my toes looked like sausages. It was a little unnerving but it went away by the time I woke up. I wish I had stood up more. Moved More.
  
• I am able to unlock my brace to 90 degrees when I am seated, and can even take it off so that actually helped a lot and made things more comfortable.
  
• Staying at a hotel alone was an entirely different adventure that I am happy to share
  
• I have another 6hr flight in a few days. I can update if anything new happens.
  

I hope this is useful. I would NOT have been comfortable doing this trip NWB. Partly bc I was alone. That said, my general takeaway is that people are kind and genuinely want to help. From the check in desk agents, to the gate agents, the wheelchair support, the Flight Attendants, and fellow passengers, everyone was SO nice and patient and helpful. I am not one to ask for help. Losing my autonomy has slowly destroyed me, but I needed it, and I wouldn't have been able to do this without others.

I always thought I'm good at being alone but now I know I was never truly alone with her being here. The way she meows, the way she jumps on my bed to rest on my chest, and the sound of her paws on the wooden floor when she had her late night zoomies, are all gone. It's almost as if some invisible force has sucked all the life out of my place, and all that's left is a deafening silence that's impossible to get away from.
She saved my life a few times when I was at my lowest point, and she's the first example of unconditional love that I ever got to experience. 3 years together simply wasn't enough, and I feel like I've let her down by making the decision to end her suffering, even after sinking thousands of dollars into her vet bills over two short days.
I don't want to drag anyone down by getting this off my chest, but I would love some company. I'd be down to chat, call, and/or play some games to pass the time. If you can, include your age, sex, and location so I know you're not a serial killer or something. I've dealt with a lot of weird people online before and now is not the right time for that.

he broke up with me 3 weeks ago and we ended it on good terms, we both still have feelings for each other.
even tho he acted like it was our last goodbye he kept liking my IG posts and reached out a week into no contact checking up on me. in the call i told him how he has dismissive avoidant tendencies which caused him to back out of our relationship but it can be worked on. he openly heard me out and said he needs some time to process this info. he also mentioned how he still loves me and that he’d love to be back together with the right circumstances.
after that he just went kinda cold. he replied to my IG story twice (he was worried i got sick). but thru his texts he’s clearly keeping a distance. i’m kinda hurt and confused. what even are his intensions? what “right circumstances” even look like to him? where’s he at mentally with all this? i’d rather be no contact than go thru this, especially so freshly separated. i’ll give him some time (especially bcs he has a huge exam coming up) but then we probably need another honest discussion on this. i don’t mind being back together but i want to go about this properly cos some people say to not do it quickly otherwise your ex will get too overwhelmed and push you away… i wonder what are your perspectives

It was just supposed to be another camping trip, like so many others we had gone on.
The town we live in isn't huge, but it does have a lot of woodland to explore. We live on the edge of what most people would call Appalachia and we’ve had more than one weird experience out there. Once, as my friends and I walked down the familiar trails, we smelled a strong and unpleasant scent. Brian thought it must have been a bear, but I’d smelled bear smells before. We’d had one winter under our back porch one year, and this was very different from the musty smell he had left when spring came.
Another time, while we were camping, we saw ghost lights in the woods. They were beautiful, red and blue and yellow and orange, and though Justin was afraid of them, I felt drawn to go to them and see them better. I knew better, though. Grandma had told all of us about the dangers of following the ghost lights and had assured us all that we wouldn’t like where they would take us.
“The lands of Fairy is beautiful, but also terrible for mortals to behold. They would make you young for the rest of your days, though that might not be as long as you might think.” She always said with an evil grin.
We’d heard whistling and strange growls, throaty yells, and strange birds, but none of it ever really scared me. The woods had always been a friendly place, a place of adventure, and I always looked forward to my time there. I never felt uneasy when I was within its borders, and as the four of us prepared to go back into the woods for another camping expedition, I was excited.
Brain’s brother had told him about an old trestle bridge deep in the woods and we all wanted to see it.
It was part of the old railroad, something that hadn’t run through the town in a long time. The tracks were still there, the old station too, but the trains had been mostly for passengers, and we had none these days. No one came in, no one left, and we had no industry for the trains to transport. All the wood we harvested went to the sawmill or the paper mill, and there was no need to transport it by rail. The trestle bridge hadn’t seen a train cross it in twenty years and spanned a small gorge in the middle of the forest. Brian said his brother claimed the bridge was where high school kids went to drink beer, and now that we were Freshmen, we should go out there too.
“He said it was a right of passage and that we should go see if the right had decided to leave us a gift out there.”
We didn’t know what sort of gift that would be, but we were all curious to see the bridge.
So, we told our parents we would be camping one weekend in April and took to the woods.
Brian and I were eager, talking about how cool it would be to see it, but Justin and Frank seemed hesitant. Well, that wasn’t quite true. Justin was hesitant, as he almost always was, and Frank was kind of ambivalent. We had met him last year at the start of ninth grade and he had made a pretty good addition to our trio. Frank wasn’t an avid hiker, but he liked to hang out in the woods and get a little high from time to time and that was good enough for us. He also brought outstanding camping snacks, so we were more than happy to hit the trails with him. I wasn’t certain there was a sleeping bag in that rucksack of his, but I could already hear the crinkle of chips and snack cakes within it.
“Any idea how far off this bridge is?” Justin asked, plodding along grumpily.
Justin didn’t mind hiking, but he wasn’t big on aimlessly wandering around in the woods. He had packed enough to make up for Frank’s lack of gear, and the tent poked up over his left shoulder. He was plodding along at the back of the group and I was sure we’d have to listen to a fair amount of complaining before we got there.
“My brother says it's about three miles into the woods, following the river until we come to the gorge. After that, it should be pretty easy to find.”
“And if your brother is playing a trick on us? If he’s just messing with us and we walk three hours into the woods for nothing?”
Brian rolled his eyes, “Then we have a fun little adventure to talk about when we go to college, don’t we?”
Justin grumbled about having to walk three miles into the woods, but we couldn’t have picked a better day for it. The weather was perfect, a slight breeze keeping the early summer heat at bay. The clouds overhead looked a little wet, but they were nowhere close. We’d have a nice camping trip this weekend, a nice little excuse to fish and relax and enjoy ourselves as we explored the old trestle. The woods around the town were full of things like that, and we’d explored old houses that had been retaken by the underbrush or abandoned vehicles that sagged amongst the leaves. When we were in seventh grade, we even found an old concrete culvert out there that led into an underground cave that looked a little spooky in the light of our flashlights.
The farther we walked, however, the less certain I was that the clouds wouldn’t be a problem. The deeper into the woods we went, the more the smell of rain surrounded us. Brian smelled it too, and our pace increased as we kept heading deeper into the forest. Maybe it was just a little rain, maybe it was just a short downpour, and maybe we could get past it before it soaked everything.
When the gorge came into view and I saw the rising, skeletal edifice of the trestle, I breathed a sigh of relief.
“There she is, boys,” Brian said, sounding surprised to have found it as well.
“Looks pretty wrecked,” Frank said, tossing the stub of a cigarette into the gorge, “We aren’t actually going up on that thing, are we?”
“Wel, ya,” Brian said, “That's kind of the whole reason we came, wasn’t it?”
“You might,” Frank said, “but I don’t care what kind of surprise is up there, I ain’t going.”
He had plenty of time to rethink his statement. Just because we had found the gully, didn’t mean we had made it to the trestle. The closer we got, the more I could see that, for its age, it really was in amazing shape. It was less skeletal than I had thought and looked more like a covered metal bridge. The underside of the trestle was a dark cave, the shadows thick and deep, and I really didn’t want to explore the underside unless we REALLY had to. Something about it made me uncomfortable, and as we got closer and closer to the base, the whole thing seemed to grow.
It was mid-afternoon when we finally made it, and Brian let his pack fall as he set about climbing at once.
“Uh, you don’t wanna set up camp first?” Justin asked, taking out his tent and tools for making a fire.
“I want to see the woods from up there,” Brian said, looking at me as if to ask if I was coming.
I let my own pack side off and we climbed the side of the trestle side by side. We were laughing as the ground got farther and farther away, the girders lifting us above the trees until we finally crested the top and came to the old tracks of the railroad. I was full of wonder as I looked out over the woods, the trestle spanning the entire gorge before slanting back down to the woods again. From up here, the clouds looked very dark, and I wondered if the tent would be enough to keep us from getting wet.
“Check this out,” Brian said, dangling his feet over the side as he looked down into the gorge.
Watching him made me slightly dizzy, and I didn’t dare join him on the precipice.
When he came back up, however, he had a rope with him and nodded me over to help him pull it up. It wasn’t really heavy, but we were careful not to get it stuck on anything. Brian left me to pull so he could look over the edge and reported that the rope was attached to an old, red cooler. As it came up and over the edge, I saw that the rope was attached to the handle and the whole thing was the red of a kid's wagon left out in the sun. The box was ancient, the bystander of a thousand summer outings, and there was something inside it.
Brian opened the lid and smiled as he pulled out a lukewarm six-pack of Natty Ice, a brand I was passing familiar with. Dad, a staunch Budweiser man, had always shook his head and called it “pisswater” when he saw it on sale, but I figured for a bunch of kids who were barely old enough to buy beer the price was probably right. I assumed Brian’s brother had put it there, he had told us where to find the trestle bridge, after all, and as Brian fished the note out from under them, my suspicions were confirmed.
“Brian, this is a place where high schoolers have come to drink and hang out for generations. Our own mom and dad sat on this bridge and drank when they were in High school, and now it’s your turn. I spotted you a sixer this time, but you’ll have to bring your own next time. If you ever have extra, leave them in this cooler and then tuck the cooler back under the trestle bridge. Also, don’t go under the bridge, we think there might be a bear under there. Kevin.”
The thought of a bear so close to our campsite kind of scared me, but Brian brushed it off.
“He’s probably just messing with us. Want one?” he asked, popping the top on one as he offered me another one.
I hesitated. I’d never drank before, but I figured just one wouldn’t kill me. It was warm and tasted terrible, but it wasn’t the worst thing I’d ever had. Brian drank his quick, laughing as he threw the can into the gorge far below. We watched it spiral down, spilling the last few remaining drops before it clinked weakly on the bottom.
As if in answer, there was a distant rumble of thunder, and from our vantage point we saw the lightning crack in the distance.
We were on a big metal structure with lightning coming in quick and rain already pattering lightly around us.
“We better go,” I said, Brian looking at the lightning as it rumbled again. He nodded and we decided to run down the tracks rather than try to scale back down. It would mean doubling back, but it wouldn’t be a long trip, and the thought of juggling the rest of the beers and trying to climb down sounded nuts. Brian was holding the four of them close as he ran, smiling to himself as he talked about showing them to the guys.
“Justin will flip!” Brian said with an evil laugh, “You know he still won’t even be around anyone who smokes because of that dumb DARE pledge?”
He was right too. Justin was furiously hammering in tent pegs when we arrived, looking up at the sky every time a drop hit him. He stopped, though, when he noticed us come back with cans that clearly weren’t soda. Frank must have recognized them because he laughed and commented that they had found a pretty cool surprise. Brian tossed him one, turning to Justin as he offered him one too.
Justin put his hands on his hips, looking like my mother when she was disappointed in me.
“Hell no, and you shouldn’t either. Why would you just drink something you found on a rickety bridge?
Brian blew out a long breath and popped open another one, “Because, spaz, my brother left them for us. There was a note and everything, so cool your jets.”
Justin went back to work, mumbling darkly about being reckless and drinking things that could be poisoned or drugged.
The tent came up, and not a moment too soon. The rain was really starting to come down, and it looked like there would be no fire tonight. We all headed into the tent, the wind picking up as it shoved at the tent and made the ropes and pegs groan. It was big enough to fit us all comfortably, and as the lamps came out, Brian held up the last two beers.
"Split the last two?" he asked, everyone but Justin agreeing. We poured them into our camp cups, starting to clink them together before Brian turned to Justin. He was pretending to busy himself with something in the corner, but it was pretty clear he didn't approve of what we were doing.
"Come on, Justin, it's not gonna hurt you. I tell you what, if we see you become an alcoholic after one sip, we'll push you into the gorge and save you the embarrassment."
"Not funny," Justin said, but we had clearly worn him down. After another half-hearted refusal, he finally held his cup out to Justin who grinned as he poured the last of the beer into it. Then we clinked our glasses together and drank, everyone pulling a face which we laughed at. As the storm raged outside we ate some MREs we had packed just in case of bad weather and started on ghost stories. Brian was just telling us about a man with a hungry ghost in his basement when a big gust of wind hit the tent hard enough to collapse the middle brace and send it crashing down on us.
We floundered for a minute, looking for the zipper as we tried to escape, and finally stepping out into the driving rain. It was still afternoon, the sun an angry line amidst the storm clouds, and I turned as I heard someone struggling with the tent. Justin was trying to pull it, the wind threatening to take it from him with every gust.
"Come on," he shouted, "Help me get it under the trestle. It should work as a windbreak."
I remembered the warning about a bear, but Brian just shouted back that it was either the bear or the rain.
"Besides," he said, "If we see one, we'll just run like hell."
It was hard to argue with him while the rain was coming down, so we all grabbed a tent post and moved it into the dry cave created by the trestle. Unlike a lot of train trestles I had seen in movies and TV shows, this one was enclosed. I'm still not sure why, but it worked out well for us that day. We knocked in the tent pegs and sat in the tent as we watched the rain come down in buckets outside. Our stuff had gotten a little wet, but we hadn't brought anything that couldn't take a little water. As the light gave way to dark, we started breaking out our lanterns and cards, settling in for the night as we listened to the rain.
As I lay there watching Justin and Brian play their fourth or fifth game of Magic the Gathering, I started hearing something besides the rain. It was a deep rumbling, like something snoring deep under the metal bridge. I thought again about Brian's brother telling us there was a bear under there. I didn't want to get eaten by a bear in my sleep, and if we were going to have to move again, it was better to know now.
I took out my flashlight and started looking into the shadowy depths of the trestle, but there was nothing to be seen. There was some very thick-looking mud under here, some of it having made little stalagmites on the ground, but I couldn't see anything sleeping under there. It wouldn't make a very good den, I reflected as I shone my light around. It was open on both sides with the gorge coming in about thirty feet from our tent. There was really nowhere for anything to live down here, but as I swung the light from right to left, I could still hear that weird breathing.
On a whim, I pointed it up and under the bridge, and that was when I saw it.
At first, I thought it was a bunch of bats clustered together, but when it flinched under the beam of my light, I knew it was just one big thing. It was a huge bat, maybe bigger than me, with its large, leathery wings pulled up tight around it. It was clinging to the bottom of the trestle bridge, and I imagine it had been a bad spot to hang when the trains still ran. I spotted a slight movement to its left and found a second one hanging not far from it. In total, there were four of them, and when one of them shifted its wings to look down at me with a red, unhappy eye, I turned off the flashlight and zipped up the tent.
The guys had some strong words when I started turning off the lanterns, but I told them to be quiet and get down.
"What?" Frank asked, "Did you see something out there?"
"Was it the bear?" Brian asked, keeping his voice low as we hunkered doen.
"What bear?" Justin asked, but I waved a hand at them, trying to get them to be quiet.
"It's not bear," I hissed, but about that time, there was a weird sound from outside.
It sounded like a high-pitched yawn as something came awake followed by the rustle of wings. The talk in the tent had ceased now, and you could have heard a mouse fart. In the dark of the undercroft, we heard something huge and leathery take flight, rustling the canvas of the tent as it left the darkness. A second took flight a moment after, and I heard water cascade down as it shook the top of the trees. We all lay on our stomachs, panting for breath as we listened for more.
I had seen four, and only two had left so far.
When something hit the ground about a foot from our tent, Justin had to slap a hand over his mouth to stop from screaming. The hushed remnants squeaked from between his fingers like a deflating balloon, but if the creature heard it, it never showed any sign. I could see the vague outline of it as it rose to its full height, and as it flapped its wings and took flight, the tent rustled like it had in the wind.
"Is that all of them?" Brian asked, three sets of eyes turning my way.
I started to tell them there had been a fourth, but that was when the fourth fell on top of the tent. We were very lucky, all things considered. It landed right in the middle of the tent, shattering the plastic pole and sending the plastic material down around us. The creature's toenails scrabbled across it noisily as it tried to find purchase, and when it took off I was afraid it would simply carry us off with it. Instead, it just ripped a hole in the top as it flew off, all of us still reeling as we lay under the canvas.
After a few minutes, it was decided that we would take our sleeping bags and our packs and leave the tent behind.
We spent a miserable night huddled under the biggest tree we could find. We probably looked like fat cata pillars as we hunkered against the roots of the big tree, but we were as dry as we could manage. We all kept looking towards the skies, afraid the giant bat things would come after us, but they never did. We didn't talk, we didn't dare, and when the sun came up, we made our way out of the woods. We arrived at my house cold, scared, and unwilling to talk about what we had seen. My parents probably thought we had run afoul of something like a bear or a cougar, but they had no idea.
That was about two weeks ago, and we haven't been back in the woods since. Just knowing that those things are in the woods makes us not want to be there after dark. It's a shame because the woods were our spot, our sanctuary, and now it seems tainted. Brian doesn't even leave the house after sunset these days, and Justin looks at the sky when he's walking. Frank says he doesn't really want to talk about it, and I think he's stoned a lot of the time.
I dream about it sometimes, the way that one big red eye looked at me when I shone the flashlight on it, and I can't help but wonder what something that big eats?
I think it will be a good long time before I talk any of them back into the woods, and our camping days may be at an end.

How do you know if you’re mental health is decreasing or it just your current mood on things
I often feel sad(if that’s the word) about my life or how things are going. Idk how to ask for help about things because of how I grew up, it feels like there’s other people out there with bigger problems and I’m here crying over my mood I feel like I should be stronger than that. I have been getting emotional about stuff a lot and that isn’t like me it has been a on and off feeling. I’m okay when I go out with friends or whatever but when I’m for myself I get sad. I’m a pretty extroverted person ig. It feels like everything is goin wrong in my life. Even typing this out it feels like the problem isn’t that deep and my problem is nothing compared to others

29F & 29M boyfriend of 1 year; is he insecure ? Doesn’t trust me or am I the problem? + baby Daddy drama
Buckle up this one might be long, appreciate any advice or similar experience 🫶🏼
I 29F of a 4 year old little girl from a previous relationship/marriage of 11 years I split from my 29M baby daddy 3 years ago but lived together for bit after the split ( we both financially couldn’t afford to leave it is what it is we made it work but we knew we couldn’t fix our marriage it was toxic and abusive my daughter deserved better.
I do not want to get back with my BD ever in this lifetime, but we are on friendly terms; Good friends if you want to call it, I don’t hate his guts even after all we went through we were both awful to each other at times but we’ve healed. we always had a plan for our co parenting future to stay good friends and be involved ( example doing zoo trips, or birthdays together)
Fast forward to a year ago the ex moved out; I met a wonderful new guy who was total opposite of my ex and was everything I wanted in a person he is also a dad to one little boy from a previous relationship which I found so attractive in him. We moved in together in the summer. ( he has a pretty strict talk about the child only relationship with his BM)
Now here’s the problem; my baby daddy has been a pretty absent father over the last year since I’ve moved in with my new bf. He pops in once every month or so to see our daughter or asks me to go out with him and her (he has admitted he wasn’t comfortable being alone with her as he’s been absent) he messages me every couple weeks about random stuff like his new car or something random rarely about our daughter. This upsets me and I tell him to step up but you can’t force people to be parents I’ve tried for my daughter’s sake but it’s like talking to a brick wall. He claims he’s “ too busy” so I’ve just went with the flow.
My current boyfriend and I fight a lot when it comes to my BD when he pops in because he says I still care too much or because he sent me a pic of his car and I replied “cool”; and I bend over backwards for him whenever he wants to see his daughter once every month or two and going out with him and my daughter is unacceptable. My boyfriend has stepped up huge to help with my daughter and he’s a great step dad I’m so thankful but at the same time I’m not chasing my BD to be a dad and won’t deny him seeing his daughter like my boyfriend wishes I would and constantly tells me I should be doing ( to me my BD needs to get his shit together and is from girl to girl so personally I’d rather him keep distance while he’s being selfish right now)
I grew up in a family where my mom and dad split when I was 4 and they stayed friends my whole life so it’s normal to me it’s all I know.
Please help because I’m currently at an ultimatum. I love my boyfriend but my BD isn’t going anywhere we’re connected for life and I don’t want my daughter to miss out on memories of both her parents being involved in things ( and to add I’ve tried many times to get all the parents his BM and our kids involved in things together and no luck obv cause bf doesn’t want to see his BM or my BD) my boyfriend just seems so hostile and angry when it comes to my baby daddy being so in and out right now and wants to punish him? And purposely makes comments or remarks to start fight with me when he knows I chatted with my BD about literally nothing and harmless chat never given a reason for him to think I want BD back….
Am I the problem or will my boyfriend never get over the insecurity of me being “good friends” with my EX/BD?!

Hello everyone, the Blue Box gang here.
A life update: we're kept an eye on by our country's mental health services and hoping to get autism-centric therapy. We're an autism based system that has alters break off due to trauma/ and attempt at emotional regulation and masking. We have three weeks until our appoinment with our psychiatrist. The Crisis Team and Duty Nurse are positive that it's not mania but won't rule out psychosis until our psychiarist sees us. This is because of my bipolar and our parent's history with psychosis. But also sertraline and other anti depressants can cause euphoria/mania. You've been depressed for ages, of course you're going to be ecstatic that you've not got that weighing you down anymore. Plus its a big hormonal change. They are confident that we're not a risk to ourselves and that we are doing all the right things. Even if it's an unconventional coping mechanism, they feel it could be a very positive one. So go us!
Anyway we have a few questions for you all that we could do with some advice on:
We're an autism based system that has alters break off due to trauma/ and attempt at emotional regulation and masking. We have three weeks until our appoinment with our psychiatrist. The Crisis Team and Duty Nurse are positive that it's not mania but won't rule out psychosis until our psychiarist sees us. This is because of my bipolar and our parent's history with psychosis. But also sertraline and other anti depressants can cause euphoria/mania. You've been depressed for ages, of course you're going to be ecstatic that you've not got that weighing you down anymore. Plus its a big hormonal change.
Anyway we just have a few questions for you all that we could do with some advice on:
- How do you balance your inner world and your real life? We struggle with this as we do not know how we come across and are in danger of spending too much time shaping our inner world to the detriment of our core (J)'s real life commitments and social life. We're very privileged in the sense both our core and our eldest little (8) are good at worldbuilding and I (B1) am so adventurous and eager to explore. J is keen to flesh out the inner world to give us the chance to achieve happiness that we are unlikely to get in the outer world and have a lot of fun.
- How do you guys best communicate? We personally have found journalling very helpful, as it helps our 'team meetings' and communicating important information. We don't have amnesia barriers and are very talkative. We're very lucky to have learned good communication and crisis management from J's fiancee. But we're curious to see how you guys do it.
- How do you navigate relationships with alters and the relationships they have with people on the outside world? D has an intense infatuation with J's fiancee. He likes D too, but is not in love with her like she is with him. Because he doesn't know her and he'll always be in love with J more than he can ever be with her. Also V has familial bonds with J's family members but because they don't know her and are still processing her plurality, they cannot feel the same way about her. I'm also so keen to make friends on the outer world but we don't want to step on J's toes and hog time with her friends. The times we have joined plurality online communities, D, J and I ended up spending a lot of J's social batteries with these people to the detriment of her real life friends. We have had to leave one because it was mostly a positive trigger for me and D. D and I were formed to cope with the outer world so need more validation from it that we're just so unlikely to get.
her friends. The times we have joined plurality online communities, D, J and I ended up spending a lot of J's social batteries with these people to the detriment of her real life friends. We have had to leave one because it was mostly a positive trigger for me and D. D and I were formed to cope with the outer world so need more validation from it that we're just so unlikely to get.
- How do alters who need external validation or stimulation/time in the body get what they need without relying on other people? How do you help your alters feel appreciated (can be both in the outer world and inner world)? There are points where D, V and I have felt pretty resentful that we're unable to do our jobs properly. D is our inner Disney Princess. Although D loves doing chores, going to the supermarket and cooking, she worries that she will "get all the drudgery and no happily ever after". My positive trigger are nights out and seeing friends and also Discord severs, especially when J is burned out or peopled out, but I have a danger of hogging the body and stealing time from J. V's positive trigger is seeing J's family which can end up backfiring and negatively triggering when she remembers how unrequited it is right now. They are all concerned about her because her behaviour is unconventional and comes across... well disconcertedly, for lack of a better term, to outsiders. J is working on finding ways to make it work, both in the outer and inner world. V found the young children that J has had dreams of many years ago and they are hers now. That has been huge in giving her the sense of family she craves, without relying on J's concerned relatives.