Immoral sisters episode

In Nickelodeon, between shows there are breaks where they show various different shorts.
For example, one short where a brother and sister at bedtime invent monsters to make them battle eachother. That’s not the thing I’m trying to find. I’m getting to that part.
There’s this Nickelodeon short that is somewhat reminiscent of ‘Animator vs Animation’ where the main character looks similar to a invader Zim-style human, and the mouse can interact with him and press on different tabs that can alter the world. It’s all in black and white, and there’s no dialogue. Note the protagonist isn’t actively fighting the mouse, it’s just the premise looks like a computer program.
There are several different episodes of these shorts. One of them involved the protagonist being beaten up by 3 gangsters, but then he clicks on the ‘cheats’ tab and it gives him superpowers. Another episode has an ending where he descends so far down that he ends up in hell, depicted as a fiery underground.
Anyone can recall this?

Hello,so in my endeavour to eventually get through most of rider and prep myself for my post-exam treat which is to watch through kamen Rider Gaim I felt as though I needed to finish at least one more rider show,and I can safely say I’ve finished Kuuga’s first arc
I understand how loved this show is and it’s writer(Naruhisa Arakawa) are very very well-loved but I’m so so sorry to say,like 80% of the episodes in this arc are just kind of OK,nothing special the best episodes are definitely episodes 1,2,3,11,12,13,14 but everything else is kinda ok or not great.I for one do not give a singular flying Fuck About Godai’s Father or Sister,Jean or any other side character that isn’t named Yusuke,Sakurako or Ichijo.Another complaint I have is the forms don’t really feel earned here,a lot of them could have been explored in their own arcs or in mini-2-3 part stories but they feel super crammed in.I will admit the Tone and themes of Kuuga are something to Marvel at,they are this shows greatest strength,it almost feels like a J-Drama with a kamen rider in the background.My last complaint is the Grongi,aside from being absolutely fucking Psychotic and dressing like a group of thrifters I just don’t like them at all,their whole thing is”Yeah we kill people lol” and I find it very one-dimensional.
Anyway I hope I didn’t upset anyone or anything with my fucking ass takes on a very-well liked show,feel free to leave your own thoughts and ask anything in the comments

Hello all. Around a year ago, I told all of you about my Aunt stealing my and my sibling's inheritance , and I thought I'd make a quick update. But I wanted to answer and correct a few things.
1) I have tried to find my Grandfathers war medals, but because I do not have his service number or his death certificate, I can't even get access to his records. After I found out my cousin had taken and sold the medals, I did search local stores and Facebook groups looking for info, but no luck. I know he hadn't won any major medals (he was a mechanic and driver in the Royal Army, so thankfully had a rather uneventful war), so it would have just been the campaign and service medals.
2) Someone did ask for specifics about the signing of the will, pointing out that my aunt couldn't have been a witness to the signing of the will due to laws preventing it. I don't know the full specifics of what her and my nan had done, but her solicitor did let slip that my aunt had known what was in the will before it was written, I just don't know the full details. I'm ignorant when it comes to solicitors and the such, and it was my eldest sister who read the will in full and relayed it to the rest of us. We did ask if there was anything we could fight it, but everyone we talked to said there wasn't any case. Sorry if that was confusing.
3)I have seen a few comments on Reddit and on YouTube videos (super weird seeing in the wild btw) using She/her to describe me. Well, I guess that's why now people on here give their age and gender at the start of these stories, because I'm a man. 32/M in case you were wondering. I wasn't annoyed or upset about it, I just thought it was funny, lol.
4)Someone asked what a caravan is. They're what we call travel trailers in the UK. Think of a fibreglass/aluminium box on wheels. People in the UK use them for short holidays, and they are not fun to live in for an extended period of time (I have experience of this, and it sucked).
Anyway, onto the UPDATE:
So when I last left off, my Aunt had been left abandoned in a big city, and stuck in a caravan with crippling arthritis. Well a few weeks after my first post I had gotten news that she has somehow found a new BF. How I don't know, because my aunt had the look and build of an obese Pug, and that was when she was in her 30s. So what she looks like now in her mid 60s doesn't bare thinking about. Well, her and her new boy toy (I think I just threw up a little) decided to move to a seaside town and start a new life.
Well, you can guess what happened. Boy toy must have gotten sick of her, or found out she had no money, so abandoned her. During an argument with her landlord, she suffered a heart attack. And while in hospital, she suffered another. She has recovered, but was even more disabled than she was before. She's been given a home by her local council. But it's OK guys, because Clive has come to live with her.
Oh my god, Clive! (the fuck-up who sold my Grandfathers medals and lost my aunt her home). The man is a walking episode of Jeremy Kyle. After my aunt left my home town, things started to look up for Clive. Someone took pity on him and gave hm a job as a labourer, and for a few months he was doing well. Looking clean and well, despite everything that had happened, I was glad he was getting his life back on track. Well, it turns out not. He was given a work van to go from job to job, and one day came to work with a black eye and no Van. He told everyone that he'd been carjacked and the van stolen. Sadly (for Clive), they found the van. And a very confused man wondering why the police were arresting him. After questioning and a text exchange, they found out that Clive had sold the van to the man and gave himself a black eye to make it look like a theft.
Clive was arrested. He was massively lucky, because his boss didn't press charges (the boss told me later that he only did it out of respect of my Grandfather), and all the police did was fine for wasting police time. After burning through all the money he had, he was again homeless. His only lifeline was his younger brother (let's call him Colin). Colin was in the armed forces, and a pretty high rank from what I've heard. Colin was away from home most of the time on deployment, but had managed to buy a nice home in our town. He let Clive live in his house on the agreement that he pay part of the mortgage.
You know where this is going. He stopped paying, stopped maintaining the house, and treated it like a drug's den. Colin asked him to leave, but Clive used “squatters rights” to prevent removal. Because Colin was overseas, he couldn't come back and sort it out and kick him out in person, and had no one in the area to wait for Clive to leave and change the locks behind him. So Clive lived in the house for 6 months. That was until a pissed off father broke in and beat the shit out of Clive. You see, the father had found out that Clive (who is 41 btw) had been sexting and selling weed to a 13-year-old girl. After that, Clive abandoned the house and ran off to mummy. From what I've heard, Colin had stripped the house and is selling it to move closer to his base.
We found most of this out from my aunts Daughter Sue (the one who kicked my aunt out). You see, my Brother was on holiday in Turkey, and just so happened to be in the hotel room next to Sue! She was very apologetic to my brother, and thought we might like to know what had happened. She seems to have a nice life and family, and no longer lives in the house she shared with her mum. I am generally happy for her. Although, I don't think I will try to mend our relationship. Sue had said some spiteful things to me in particular, and had never reached out to apologize. I might still feel a little bit bitter for that.
As for my aunt, I don't know how to feel. I do hope she gets better, and grows enough of a spine to kick Clive out, as it will only lead her to more trouble. In some ways, I do wish I could rebuild a relationship with her. She is the last living link to my grandfather and grandmother, as well as my mother's only living sibling. But I know I could never trust her. Never not see that face and the spitefulness that she had for me and my family. That she chose money (or what she thought was money) over us. And I don't think I can forgive that. But I'm not going to go out of my way to do her more harm. I'm just happy that I am in a better place now.

It has taken me some time to realize that I am actually a sucker for a good love story. It is merely that many of the “love stories” we tell aren’t actually good love stories. Thus, as this anime has just finished its first season, I find myself very much looking forward to a second and appreciating it as a good and proper romance.
Raven of the Inner Palace tells the story of Gaojun, the young, new emperor of China (or a land very like China), and Shouxue, the titular Raven Consort. All of the emperor’s consorts have titles, such as raven, swallow, magpie, and such, but the Raven Consort is unique among them. As the introduction to every episodes states…
…and yes, such repetitive introductions are now a pet peeve of mine after this, Skeleton Knight, Seven Deadly Sins, and a host of other guilty anime, but I digress…
The introduction reads thusly: “Deep in the inner palace, there lives a consort known as the Raven Consort. She holds a special position. Despite her title of consort, she does not perform nighttime duties. Though she lives in the inner palace, she has no contact with the emperor. {That is changed to “she does not bow to the emperor”} It is said she can use mysterious arts.”
So already, the Raven is set apart in some way, powerful and surrounded by mystery, a potential danger which adds to her allure. But unlike the veil of most mysteries which, once pierced, leave their subject dull as dross, Shouxue becomes all the more riveting as each of her secrets is unveiled. And then, as she faces questions about herself which even she does not know the answers to, she has Gaojun by her side, in those moments when she is truly vulnerable, supporting and protecting her.
Right from the start, they are equals, which is no small thing when one of them is the emperor. They help each other, rely on each other, challenge each other, and they become friends. It is one of the most realistic and healthiest romantic relationships I have seen, not to mention very wholesome and profoundly endearing. These two easily shoot forward among the ranks of my top most favorite couples both within and without anime.
Theirs is shaping up to be a most beautiful love story.
That would have fallen entirely flat if either of them had been lacking in some particular way, something that made me dislike them. However, while there is room for each of them to grow – and they do – I can honestly say that these are honest, decent people who I would very much like and admire in real life.
Gaojun impressed me especially as an upstanding man. I don’t know exactly how well he rules as emperor, as that is not the focus of the show, but his character certainly makes him worthy of it. He is calm and collected, firm but restrained instead of being overly aggressive, and even though he could technically do anything he wanted to as emperor, he clearly holds his passions in check. That is demonstrated early on when, at the moment of his ascension, exactly when the power would go to most any man’s head, he refrains from simply murdering outright the woman who he is pretty certain murdered his beloved mother. Instead, he arrests her, and his first request to the mysterious Raven Consort leads him to the evidence he needs, and the murderess is executed in accordance with the law, not at his own whim. From there, he consistently steps up to help those around him, to hold the guilty accountable and protect the innocent, and he holds himself responsible and accountable to others.
I categorically oppose the rule of kings and emperors, but as one of Gaojun’s subjects, I could at least breathe a little easier and sleep a little better for a time.
As for Shouxue, she is a young girl, sixteen years old, who bears a tremendous burden upon her shoulders, and yet she maintains a measure of feisty, dignified pride. In the wake of a previous emperor’s decree that her family be slaughtered, wherein her own mother died in a desperate bid to save her, Shouxue was chosen by an unearthly creature, a goddess of sorts, to be the next Raven Consort. It might have been merely the mad whim of a terrifying entity, but the gears of fate were set in motion. Taken into the Inner Palace, taught by her predecessor, and inheriting the role and power which has been passed from one generation to the next for centuries, Shouxue’s life has been one of loss and loneliness. It is only when Gaojun comes knocking at her door that she begins on a different path, one of love and friendship with the people who come to surround and care for her as she comes to care for them.
They complete each other as equals.
Speaking of which, the supporting cast is every bit as well-crafted as the two leads. Shouxue goes from being utterly alone to having real friends, including one of the other imperial consorts, some of the eunuchs who act as guards and servants, and especially a lady in waiting or two. One certainly can’t help but adore Jiu-Jiu, the more prominent of her new ladies, as such a precious young lady and a good friend, a walking ray of sunshine and practically the beating heart of the show.
But things are not all sunshine and bliss in this story. Oh no, most definitely not. Not only does Shouxue routinely find herself helping restless souls to find peace and cross over to paradise – which, by necessity, involves delving through various tragedies of life and death – but it turns out the Raven has an enemy most dangerous and foul. The Owl, as he is called, wields magical arts just as she does, but where she helps poor, lost souls, the Owl seems to be much more malevolent and cruel to the living. And what does the Owl seek above all else? To kill the Raven, his sister goddess. Yes, the Owl is a being like unto the creature which chose Shouxue and condemned her to a life as lonely as that of every Raven Consort come before.
And so the question becomes not only what will become of the love between Raven and Emperor, but what will happen to their very souls as these celestial entities try to tear them apart.
I am not only waiting for a second season, I am practically on the edge of my seat in anticipation!
That is no small thing for what turns out to be a love story to accomplish with me.
It casts a spell on me!
Raven of the Inner Palace tells a well-paced story, a quality romance that has absolutely hooked me, with lovable characters, an appreciable coupling, and powerful themes of destiny, desire, and the happiness of mortals in the face of the divine. All this and it is so beautifully animated, with an excellent soundtrack. This is one of the better anime, all around, in every way. I eagerly await the conclusion in a second season.
Rating: 9 stars out of 10.
Grade: solid A

I was bored and stoned late last night so decided to watch the first episode of the new season and I was struck by the number of times they did the "welcome to Season 5" or "We're back" in their confessionals.
I don't recall ever seeing another reality TV show where they break the 4th wall in confessionals about the start of a new season. Did they do that in their other seasons as well? (I barely got through a couple of seasons of KUWTK). Kris even lumps together their KUWTK and Hulu series -- 25 seasons means she should get a gift.
Is it just their narcissism thinking 5 seasons with Hulu is something special? Is it they have nothing else to talk about? A combination of both? It's just weird.
Also, just like last season, it seems like all this show is for is to redeem them. The dumb shit is that the show worked when they were famous for being famous and leaned into that. Every episode on the Hulu version seems to be overly centered on: Kim and Kris being the hardest workers ever ever ever ever ever ever. Kim being the strongest woman ever ever ever ever. All of the moms being the best moms ever ever ever ever. Kylie and Kendall have the best relationship as sisters ever ever ever. Their family is the most supportive ever ever ever. They are the best businesswomen ever ever ever ever (although you only see them preening for cameras -- no actual work other than promote). Here's another of our extravagant, wasteful parties! And of course, this season is the redemption arc for Khloe -- I'm sure Tristan knows that the basketball money he probably has already gone through won't be coming in forever, so he's probably getting paid hansomely to pretend that he's really in love with Khloe and wants her back -- b/c we can't have the world thinking a KarJenner would get dumped/cheated on! The other thing they do is use the show to shoot down things like their being late and pissing people off.
They are all so insufferable. I can only conclude that people hate watch and after episode 1, I won't give them any more ratings but wow, they remind me of those slapstick actors who got famous for slapstick and no longer want to be famous for that so they decide no more slaptick roles and then fail spectacularly at the dramatic roles. Like they strayed way too far on what originally made them famous. Only reason to watch them now is to see how fucking awful their faces look now.
(Also,, I'm shocked they left the video of Kris with the Mickey Mouse ears on where she looks so freakish. Either she thinks she looks good or she doesn't give the okay on what gets released).

so i just started watching this show and I am currently on the 8th episode of the 1st season where morty reveals to her parallel world sister that the morty in the respective world is dead, I still can't get over the fact that he and Rick don't belong to this world and its just a weird feeling if i get remembered that in the middle of an episode randomly. Is it just me or did you guys feel the same too ?

Maybe Bluey is getting too old. In the last few episodes, you notice Bluey spending more time alone or with Chili and Brandi. Bingo is getting more creative at coming up with her own games and doesn’t need her older sister’s guidance as much. You do, however, see Bingo spending more time with Muffin and Socks. Maybe they’ll redirect the attention to younger Heeler girls?
Edit to add: Maybe that’s why show older Bluey and not older Bingo in the last episode? Perhaps Bingo’s story is not done yet?

I have HSAM (Highly superior autobiographal memory). I can't forget my episodic memories.
So when I was 6, I busted my head open twice. I had a bubble in my brain, stayed at a hospital for awhile. Not important rn, but a clown came into my room and gave me a teddy bear- I named him Juggles. My grandma threw him in the dumpster when I was 11 lol- anyway-
At the time, I also watched horror films like SAW, Friday the 13th, and the one that fucked me up- Hostel. My mom didn't care what we watched- I really wish she did. I would strip all my clothes off in the bathroom and apologize to Jason Voorhees for people bullying him and killing him (I don't know why, but in some sick way I was afraid of him and also pitied him).
I've always been a sensitive person, had anger issues, was hypersexual, and wet my bed until I was 9. I beat the shit out of my older brother all the time, and loved cuddling with my mom. I walked on my tippie toes, spoke in grunts, and had "temper tantrums".
At 6 years old, our hot water was shut off and I got MRSA on my leg- to this day, I still have a scar on my calf. Shortly after I had MRSA, my mom left to Florida to meet up with a guy ( she claims she was looking at houses while attending a friend's wedding). And I remember her speaking to us about CPS coming (I said I wouldn't let them take me and I'd bite them if they tried- I didn't bite them, or fight back when we were led to the car that took my brother, my older sister, and myself to a group home- my sister was sent to a separate one, but myself and my brother were kept together.) We were there for maybe a month, and we were told our father wanted to meet us (my brother and me).
I remember the Christmas lights, and remember the address to this day- 19010 N Mark Lane, Sun City, AZ, 85308. I met my half siblings for the first time, my stepmom, and my brother and I started visitation with my father. At first it was okay.
Until he started "disciplining" us. He would make up shit, then do cruel and unusual punishment.
Front and center. Hands at your sides. Look at me when I'm speaking to you (his facial hair was just a goatee and mustache, and I would imagine a dancing person on his face when he would be yelling at us- his nose was the head, his mustache was the arms, and the goatee was the legs and body.)
It started with arms out, T pose. Look at the wall. Then it was with boots in our hands. Then it was wall squats. Then it was run in place all night. Then it was pressure points. Then it was raw onions. Then it was habaneros. Then it was dried squid (I kinda liked the dried squid but pretended to hate it the most just so he would get it). Then it was "solitary confinement". Go to your bed and sit there. "You're the most insubordinate, ungrateful, self-centered, piece of shit I have ever known. Get out of my sight."
He would never feed us enough- "drink water".
He made me redo my homework- over. And over. And over. And over. He would erase my homework and make me sit at the table doing it again and again, because my handwriting was incredibly bad (I was in first grade). This was a nightly thing- and would go on for almost 5 hours. If I wasn't doing homework, I would be standing "front and center" in front of the loveseat that my father called his "throne".
He would have us doing the "discipline" for all day sometimes.
The bathroom became my safe place. He would limit water, food, and bathroom use.
I was literally tortured for 10 years.
My father got custody of us because he started to brainwash me into believing my mother abused me since I was 6, when he was the one hurting me the entire time. My brother and I were going to a counselor, I was taken to psychiatrists. To disagree with any of the made up bullshit my father would spout would result in them upping my dosage. They misdiagnosed me with bipolar. I'm pretty damn positive I am just autistic. (I actually recently found out the meds I was forced on were meant to make me suicidal- Risperidone, Divalproex, Ziprasidone).
Forced us to agree with everything he said, because to disagree was to be disrespectful.
He would always say after I got home from school- "do you have anything to tell me? Your teacher called me and said ___" total made up bullshit.
He had 5 rules. 1. Family is the most important thing 2. What happens in the family stays in the family. 3. No lying 4. No stealing 5. No fighting.
I was going through a custody battle from 1st-8th grade. My clothes and shoes were torn, and my father forced me to wear polo shirts and slacks claiming it was dress code but I literally read the dress code to him but he didn't give a fuck. It ostracized me from my peers, and I always fucking hate him for that too.
Until I was 16, I was afraid of him. I came across an article about narcissistic abuse in 2017, and broke free from my brainwashing. It broke me, my life was LITERALLY a lie. I reached out to my mom with the iPads the school had provided for our homework- used Twitter to reach her. We did homework through an app called Canvas. My father and grandparents found out, and threatened to get her arrested. I made a police report against my father, and they put me in a behavioral health facility to force me into silence. I accepted the talk therapy, was in a hypomanic state for fear of being misunderstood, and refused to go home.
Life got a LOT harder. All while this was happening, I lived this narrative that I was abused as a little kid by my mom, and I lied to my best friend whom I fell in love with. I confessed my feelings to her, and we stopped being friends. But I was literally insane- I had a LOT going on behind the scenes and had no way of expressing the crazy FUCKED UP shit that was happening. It was easier to just retell the same narrative that my father had constructed.
I lied to her, but that doesn't mean my feelings for her weren't genuine. I wish my life were simple.
I wish I could have acted normal, but it literally isn't my fault.
I had limerence, which is caused by abandonment trauma. I became obsessed and pedastalized her as perfect- I needed SOMETHING to believe in, something to get me through- and that thing was her. I'm sorry Rayelyn. I'm sorry I caused you so much pain and anxiety.
If I could have been cool, calm, honest, kind, and not a show off- I would have. I wasn't taught how to make friends other than what my father had shown me- He is a grandiose narcissist. He claims to be a special forces badass, protector of the weak, Hell's Angels biker.
I believed him, but that's because I am naive and was too trusting. I was brainwashed. I was tortured and abused. I saw how my father got what people call "flying monkeys", people that would follow my father and respect him, corroborate his stories.
I'm sorry I was a creep, but you gotta understand none of it was my fault.
I'm never gonna get over you, but that's because you were my first love. You're part of why I still breathe today.
There's a lot of shit I left out, but this is just the top of the iceberg. I'm not gonna go into how my father remarried a drug addict and she hung herself in front of me, how I became numb and couldn't get angry anymore- it's just a lot okay?
My first suicide attempt was when I was 9. I stopped self harming at 16, and fell into drug and alcohol abuse to cope.
Literally escapism.
I came onto girls too strong after we stopped being friends- and I hate myself for it. I hate myself for a lot of shit that I have done. I wasn't in control of myself.
So the last time you saw me-
I ran away, and my mom drove from Ohio to save me. After ALL THIS SHIT- I still had to fight for my rights because he filed for me to become a ward of the state. I won in court, went to college majoring in psychology to heal from my abuse- because of my medical abuse; I don't trust counselors, therapists, or doctors.
I'm gonna see about getting a therapist now though, although idk what they could do for me since I am self aware and hyper-intellectual.
I've also spent the better part of these last 7 years healing myself with the knowledge I've gotten from college.
But fuck.
Back in December I became suicidal again, because I felt unloveable. Being cucked by my older brother didn't help.
Sometimes I hate you, Rayelyn. Sometimes I just wish you would have stuck around. I don't blame you for protecting yourself- but I would NEVER have even THOUGHT about hurting you- even if I'm fucked up, I truly did love you.
It hurts me to think about you, because you just can't fucking understand. You could never love someone like me- even if I am a kind and smart person, we have too much history. I'm still that funny guy who said "Get off my lawn!" and you said "stop being weird". I'm also the guy who was a fucking perv towards you.
I'm sorry Ray, I really am.
I was fucked from the beginning- but like~ none of this is easy okay? At least you know I would have fought for you maybe? So there's that ig.
I just wish sometimes that you would have fought for me too. Sometimes I wish I didn't fall in love with the idea of you.
Sometimes I wish we could have gotten to know each other without all the bullshit and drama.
I wish you could see how mature I've become, and how strong I am.
I wish you actually saw me, I wish you could have peered into my soul and truly understood..
I wish I wasn't so goddamn pathetic.

my partner (19) and i (20) are high school sweethearts. we met in middle school and started dating during my junior year of high school. the first year of our relationship was perfect in the sense that we got through the argument phase and were just two kids in love. the second year his family banned me from his house because of a fight him and his sister had that i was just there to witness. after i got banned from his house he started trying to break up with me every few months for different reasons. each time we talked it out he told me he had been ruminating on his insecurities instead of talking to me. we got through that rough patch and he agreed to stop trying to break up with me to avoid talking about things that overwhelmed him. i let him know that he made me feel really insecure about our relationship but that i had faith in us and we moved past it. December 2023 i had a SH relapse during a manic episode caused by an increased dose in my Wellbutrin (i have bipolar disorder), PMDD, and general stress related to the holidays. we’ve talked about my struggles with SH the first year of our relationship. he told me to come to him when i have those thoughts so we could be each others support systems since he use to struggle with SH too. when i relapsed i told him the same day and the day after he tried to break up with me. this pushed me over the edge. all the other times he tried to break up with me didn’t feel personal but this time did. i came to him for comfort and he want right back to his unhealthy habits when i needed him the most. he didn’t end up breaking up with me that day. he told me he loved me and that meant accepting the good and bad parts of me. the next few days he gave me the silent treatment. i got fed up waiting for him to communicate with me and we ended up meeting to talk but it was late and freezing. i told him to make a choice and he chose to break up with me. i could tell that he wasn’t sure about the decision and was devastated. the next day i asked him to come over so we could actually talk since i felt like i backed him into a corner and didn’t understand his decision. he came over teary eyed and hugged me tighter than ever before. he sat me down on his lap and started to kiss me. then he said he was sorry and he didn’t mean what he said the night before. he said i deserved better and that he would stop running away when things triggered/ overwhelmed him because it wasn’t fair to me. he said that he admired how hard i fought for our relationship and that it was time he did the same. fast forward to May 2024. Last tuesday i had two finals and then spent the rest of the day with him cuddling, eating, and watching crappy movies. i was so exhausted that i had fallen asleep on the couch. he started play fighting with me while i was asleep so i was waking up in flashes. from what he told me i hit him while we were playing around and he got upset. [for context] i have a history of domestic violence in my childhood so i’ve had to unlearn a lot of violence and aggression. this is also something we’ve talked about since the start of our relationship. play fighting has caused a lot of upsets between us since we have different boundaries regarding what is playing and what is taking it too far. i suggested that we just stop play fighting completely but he continued to initiate it and i’ve just learned to tickle instead of hitting. sometimes i do hit him and i instantly regret it and apologize but most times he says i have nothing to apologize for or that it’s okay. back to the issue at hand. he got upset with me Tuesday night and on Wednesday i asked him to explain to me what exactly happened. he said he came to me for comfort since he was anxious about having to leave (my mom has a curfew for him to leave). he said we were playing and i hit him. i apologized and told him how sorry i was for hurting him and that i felt even worse because i didn’t remember hurting him. i had to work so i asked him to meet me at my job so i could buy him some food and we could talk things out. he didn’t respond for ours then came back and said no he can’t forgive me this time. i had to finish my shift so all i could respond was “wym, i was unconscious there was no way for me to control what i was doing”. after i finished my shift i tried to facetime him and he didn’t pick up. he told me he was at the movies (only a few stops away from my job) so i asked him if i could meet up with him. he said no and that he wasn’t in a good place to talk at the moment. i got angry and said he never is when he’s upset with me he just avoids me. he told me he doesn’t feel safe being vulnerable around me anymore and that he has nothing else he wants to talk about. i ended up going to the theater to use the restroom and see if i could find him but i didn’t so i just went home. on my way there i saw that he stopped sharing his location with me and blocked me on twitter. i stopped sharing my location too. Thursday after work i tried to call him again with no answer. i texted him how frustrated i was and how childish he was being and that if he was breaking up with me he should just say it with his chest. he didn’t even open my text. Friday and Saturday i left him alone. Sunday i sent him a tiktok and he hearted it. Later that day i sent him a long text expressing my frustration with him always giving me the silent treatment instead of communicating. i told him i was sorry for hurting him but that i was not a dangerous person. i told him how hurtful his behavior was and how hypocritical he was being. i actively work on my aggression amongst other things but whenever i make a mistake he is emotionally abusive. meanwhile, he tells me he will work on his avoidance and fight for our relationship but continues to practice the same unhealthy behaviors while villainizing me when i mess up. i’m still on delivered. today makes 5 going on 6 days since he’s spoken to me. i’m not sure what to do. idk if we’re broken up or if he’s just avoiding me again. Our 3 year anniversary would be June 7th and the more time that passes the more upset and pessimistic i become. i know that he’s getting my messages and i understand why me hitting him was so upsetting but all of this seems completely out of proportion. we were so in love Tuesday and then Wednesday he completely switches up on me without so much as a conversation. i’m always the one reaching out trying to resolve our issues and i wish he would just talk to me. what should i do?

Hello everyone! As always, I'd like to thank you for your comments and votes under my last post about Anahita/Dunnville Jane Doe. I hope that her name will be given back to her soon and that the people who discarded her will face justice.
I've been writing about a lot of Doe cases lately, so today I'd like to bring up a disappearance case.
BACKGROUND
Charlotte Lester was 44 when she went missing from Warwick, Rhode Island, USA.
She grew up in Massachusetts, attending Miss Hall's Academy in Pittsfield and Natick High School.
According to her family, Charlotte tried to do 20 good deeds every day, for example giving money to homeless people, volunteering for clothing drives at local churches and feeding the ducks on Apponaug Cove. Charlotte was a mother of three and she lived with her poodle, Chloe, with who she was pretty much inseparable and was described as "her baby".
At some point in the past, Charlotte was involved with an older, married man. They weren't a couple anymore when she went missing, but he continued to provide her with a house, a car and money for expenses. Charlotte's family believes that he isn't involved in the case.
Charlotte's brother, Mark Lester, described her as "loving, and beautiful inside and out" and that "She would talk to almost anyone…which again, in our society sounds great, but in reality you have to be careful out there".
Her neighbor, Shannon McKeever, said that she and Charlotte shared their love of animals and would chat about them from time to time, and that Charlotte would sometimes buy toys for her dog.
DISAPPEARANCE
Charlotte was last seen on the 16th of May, in the 3400 block of Post Road in the vicinity of Arnold's Neck Drive and Staples Drive. She and her car, a red 2006 Toyota Tacoma pickup truck with a black front bumper and aftermarket rims, which was also missing at that time, were caught on the neighbour's camera on the same day- the neighbor says that Charlotte was at home the whole day, had a friend over and her car left her home around 9:30 PM- and was last seen around 10 PM in Apponaug, a section of Warwick, also on the 16th. Her friends reported her disappearance on the 19th, after a few days with no contact.
What was really worrying was that Chloe, Charlotte's dog, was found abandoned on the 18th a few miles away on Elmwood Avenue. Charlotte was almost always seen with Chloe, which only made the fears that something must've happened to her much worse.
On the 23rd of May, Charlotte's truck has been found in the parking lot of the Kent Hospital (nobody under Charlotte's name was admitted into the hospital). It has been towed away by the police, and Charlotte's brother has confirmed that the car was the one his sister drove. Her phone was described as "unavailable", so I'm assuming it means that it must've been turned off. On the same day, the police has also executed a search warrant at 29 Staples Ave. in Warwick, a place that Charlotte frequented, and a home of a man named Mark Perkins. Gia Catauro, a local woman, said that she saw police enter the home with sniffer dogs, and that she was questioned a couple times. Other neighbors said that the man Mark was "nice, but kept to himself". The home was also surrounded with yellow tape and was put under police watch.
Less than a day later since the discovery of the car, articles of interest relating to the case were recovered in a wooded area near the hospital. The searches have discovered papers directed to Charlotte written by a "Mark", now assumed to be Perkins, which were written like love letters; One of them apparently said "Charlotte, I am falling for you deeply". Mark Lester, Charlotte's brother, said that Kent Hospital kicked out the cars belonging to the searchers from their parking lot, which upsetted him.
On the 18th of June, the local Pawtuxet river was searched by volunteers, kayakers and divers, but it seems like nothing of interest was found. The search took place in the area where Chloe was found in May.
On the 18th of May 2023, a vigil was held in memory of Charlotte.
CONCLUSION
I think that it wouldn't be suprising if I'd say that I am very suspicious of Mark Perkins. The love letters that were found technically aren't confirmed to be from him, but given that Charlotte spend a lot of time at his place and that police had enough evidence to get a warrant to search his house, something is clearly up. It wouldn't be the first time where a man murders a woman for not returning his feelings, if Charlotte even knew about them and Mark didn't just develop an obsession that he kept secret, and hurt Charlotte when he felt she was slipping away from him. It's not known what kind of relationship these two had, but Charlotte's family claim that she was a victim of domestic violence that he perpetrated and that Mark Perkins changed his story twice when asked about Charlotte's wherabouts.
There's always a chance that it could've been a mental breakdown, suicide or a medical episode, but I would say that's less likely. There was no reported change in Charlotte's mood or behavior, she seemed very happy about her life and she didn't have any known illnesses that might've caused her to lose consciousness. Of course, you never know what's happening inside someone's head, but given the evidence I would say that foul play is more likely. Sadly, Charlotte's family seems to think the same, and they assume that she is gone and a victim of murder.
On the 16th of August, a talk show host named John DePedro wanted to interview Mark Perkins during a livestream- John claims that he went onto the property and asked Perkins about Charlotte's case, after which Perkins started to chase him with a lawnmower. Perkins was charged with assault with a dangerous weapon, malicious damage, first degree robbery and disorderly conduct. DePedro had to go to the hospital as he was struck in the leg by one of the lawnmower's blades. He said that "Perkins proceeded to punch me to the head, and kicked me to the ground while beating me with my steel tripod and screaming he would kill me".
There's a 20,000$ reward for any information about Charlotte's wherabouts.
Charlotte A Lester was 44 when she went missing and would be 46 now. She was a white woman, 5' 5" - 5' 7" (65 - 67 Inch / 165 - 170 cm) and 128 - 135 lbs (58 - 61 kg). She had brown eyes and short, brown hair (though she was balding due to alopecia, an autoimmune disease that causes hair loss, and sometimes wore wigs). Her body hair is described as "none to medium". It's unknown what she was wearing when she went missing.
If you have any info about Charlotte's case, contact the Warwick Police Department at (401) 468-4200 (case number 22-2729-OF).
SOURCES:

1. turnto10.com
2. turnto10.com
3. abc6.com
4. eastgreenwichnews.com
5. google maps (interactive map of all the locations mentioned in the investigation)
6. turnto10.com
7. abc6.com
8. the-sun.com
9. providencejournal.com
10. turnto10.com
11. abc6.com
12. abc6.com
13. turnto10.com
14. charleyproject.org
15. NamUS.gov

Charlotte's websleuths.com thread

Tagging as spoiler, because you just never know.
Growing up, my family was super religious. The “end of times” was something that the Bible thumping church we went to crammed down our throats every Sunday morning. I remember being absolutely terrified of the end of the world, and would refuse to watch anything that showed that “story plot.” I remember my older sister, rented Dawn of the Dead Remake (2004), and I snuck into her room. I was 11. She had just started the movie, and that iconic intro scene played out. I remember being so scared I started crying, and thought that it was going to happen, and I thought my entire family was gonna die. I never watched a zombie film again. That was until I heard all the buzz about “The Walking Dead” show coming out.
I remember the moment. It was a summer day, and the entire season had already aired. I went to a certain website, and streamed the first episode. I was HOOKED. I remember watching the entire first season in one day. I couldn’t get enough. I rented Dawn of the Dead remake and watched it and was so shocked at what I missed out on. It was amazing. 28 Days Later quickly became one of my favorite movies of all time. I read every apocalypse book, movie, and played every game. I was thoroughly obsessed. But I always came back to that pilot episode. Even as I’m writing this, I’m about to watch it again.
I watch it once every few months. Rick and Shane out on patrol, and everything goes to shit. Rick waking up and realizing his world has crumbled. Making it back to his home, and thinking he’s still asleep. Literally almost getting killed by a walker, but Duane and Morgan save his life. Morgan explaining things to Rick. Rick showing gratitude by giving Morgan weapons, a hot shower, and a walkie. The shot of Rick peeking into the farm house at a family slaughter. The iconic shot of Atlanta, and Rick on horseback. The quiet ride through town with constant dread. The thousands of Walkers that scare the horse. The tank scene. Glenn on the radio calling out to the “dumbass in the tank.” And then the slow pan out to show Atlanta is well and truly fucked.
It’s one of the greatest piece of zombie media ever. The ambience, and total silence in some of those scenes with cicadas buzzing in the background. It creates such a meaningful and terrifying pieces of media that I come back to watch every few months.
I know this is long winded, but I just wanted to share my love for the show, and the comics. They made something beautiful, and I’m glad I have the option to watch it whenever I want. I own every season on Blu-Ray, and all the compendiums. It’s a series I hold near and dear to my heart.

So, recently i watched a video where a guy would talk about some stuff on reddit, like some stories on how some creepy things were said on here.
Though one story struck me to my core since i felt related to that post.
The post was about a man wanting to understand psychological effects on the human thought process or whatever it was. And i think he linked something to where you could talk about your experience.
It's not really the post itself that i related to but one of the answers. So i will try to talk about what i felt related to and i want answers on what it might be.
So, to start, i'm 16 years old, i haven't really been in top shape but i was "healthy" from the beginning to now. I have had multiple depression episodes in my pre-teen/teen era that made me over eat and do nothing of my life, which is why i'm a little chubby. Other than that, i have nothing in my body that signals that i might die of a tumor or cancer.
Mentally though, i have some history. Like i said previously, i've had depression episodes and during those i got diagnosed with depression and anxiety. 2-ish years ago i was diagnosed with autism and months ago my psychiatrist told me i had borderline personality traits. In my family (my dad's side) i have an uncle that is paranoid schizophrenic and there's a huge amount of cases of anxiety in my mother's side.
So, with those informations, let's start with how i feel sh'all we.
I never truly felt "alive". I never felt like anything mattered or that anything was real. I know it's a rough start but that was the first thing that made me realize that maybe i wasn't as normal as i thought i was.
My mind is never silent, but not in the way that you think. I always feel like my own brain is screaming in my mind non-stop and it only stops when i take medication (that i was prescribed) to sleep. I have sometimes episodes of where i see or hear things like shadows looking at me through my window or people saying my name while there's no one in the room with me.
I forget alot of stuff, like if for example you would ask me what i ate for dinner yesterday, i would barely remember it. Or if you asked me what happened last year that in my eyes was important, i would not be able to answer you. It was always like that, even when i was a child. I would never remember what my parents looks like, it's still the case today. I live with my mom and i couldn't even tell you what facial features she has that would make me say "yep, that's my mom.". And ofcourse birthdays, don't get me started on how much my family and friends were offended when i couldn't remember their birthdays. I personally think that i forget those stuff because it doesn't truly matter to me, especially since i think that no one is alive, not even me.
I always was smart and a fast thinker and i have a great memory don't get me wrong. I never felt "love" or felt like where i am is "home", if you would ask me how those 2 feels like i wouldn't be able to tell you. Ofcoure i do love alot of things, but i only felt it atleast once or twice and it was a deep feeling of comfort and just attachment.
I do feel, i'm not emotionless, hell i'm even the most emotional person in my family or even my circle of friends.
Due to my autism i feel things twice as hard which is why i can tell if i can love or not. Sometimes i don't have empathy at all while i'm extremely empathetic. Like for example, a year ago my sister's ex died. All of my family hated him and never wanted him to be around but as soon as he died everyone was sad. But i couldn't help but think that they were all hypocritical because dying is apart of the human life's cycle and that you can't just love back someone just because that they died. They're the ones that left him as his lowest point and now it's too late so just accept it.
And not only that but recently i had a pet that died, i loved him from the start until the end. And my family DARED to say that it wasn't the same as a human dying. As if they loved the guy more than i loved that pet. To me all humans aren't truly real, and it angers me to see everyone acting like as if riding cars and dressing up is a normal natural thing.
Ofcourse i grieved at my cat's death, but i was really just shutting down those emotions because like i said, it's part of life. What happened, happened and it was only a matter of time even if he didn't die of a natural cause.
I'm just really ranting but it's just to show you guys that i'm not emotionless, it's just that i truly can't wrap my head around how all of this is normal, like cars, buildings and more. I do enjoy life and i am grateful that my life is not that difficult physically. But i just truly feel like we all don't matter.
A part of me thinks that we all don't exist and we're all just apart of a simulation made to keep us sane and a part of me wants to live life and do whatever i want.
Sometimes i get used for my body, i got used by people from 11-30+. I know it's bad but i can't help but feel nothing about it. I don't care at all because like i said i feel like i'm no one. No one important. Just a pile of useless cells. When that happens i can't help but get angry at myself and reflect it on the person that used me. I always either victim blame myself or victimize myself incase i get called a horrible human being to letting my body get used while i'm with someone else. I always do everything to make people believe i'm a normal girl with normal thoughts and i cry at any inconvenience but it's never the case really.
I don't feel alive, i don't feel normal, i don't feel important, and i feel this way towards everything else. I always am mean when i have an existential crisis, i'm mean not because i want to but because i truly feel that way. Once i told my friends that i don't love them and never did and the only reason why i was hanging out with them is because i tolerate them. Which is true but i never really say those things because i know it has a lot of impact on friendships.
I always get angry towards anyone trying to make me believe that we do have a purpose. I get angry to seeing people criticizing other's looks while none of us matters. Our opinions wont change anything in this world and there's nothing we can do about it. Mo one will listen to us and no one will care.
So why bother? We bother because our brain tell us to. We are only made to survive in an already safe world for most and that the only danger to human beings are humans themselves. Which is why i feel like we're not alive. If we were alive we would all understand those things. We will all do anything to make this world a safe place like how we intended to from the beginning. But instead there's wars, global warming, and so so many problems caused by human beings. We were intended to make this place safe, NOT to make it easier to live in with all the technologies. Now it's too late and all we should do is die since we were the start of these aweful problems and it will never be the end because as long as we survive, us humans as horrible as we are will never stop until we've had enough, but it's never. Enough. And it will never be even when this place will be covered in chaos. I hate myself and every person that claims to be apart of the human kind. I just want it all to stop.. no matter what i do i can hear my brain screaming non stop, i just feel so overwhelmed and i know it'll start all over again until i find a way to shut down my own brain. I don't want to help myself. I don't matter. No one does.

Dear brothers and sisters. I have been thinking about implementing this idea for a while and now I have already published three episodes on two platforms.
Content is oriented mostly on young people, who are Orthodox Christians, Catechumen or Orthocurious. Christians from other denominations are welcomed as well. Podcast is focused on lighting up challenges and issues, that young Orthodox Christians might have throughout their lifes. I am planning also different kinds of topic, but I am just in the beginning of my way. I am not teaching (don't have authority or spiritual education to do it), but share and witness.
Everyone interested is highly welcomed! I would be delighted to see people finding something useful for their spiritual life in my works.
Here is link to one of my podcast episodes: https://youtu.be/KCbci1EopNc?si=OtOI71iR08Nmi1jx New episode every Sunday. Available on Youtube and Spotify.
God bless!
p.s. dear mods, as far as I understood rules, it is okay to post it, if not, then apologies.

I remember watching a 2d cartoon as a kid about a bear going on adventures with his friend. It would have been for quite young kids and would feel at home on the likes of nick junior or CBeebies, but I don’t know what channel it aired on. I’m from the uk and as far as I’m aware the characters were British but there is a slight possibility of the show being American.
The show was about bears, and that is my memory but forgive me if it was about a different animal or multiple, but it was definitely animals living in town and going about their lives like humans do, and every episode they’d go on misadventures an learn something new like all kids shows do.
The only episode I remember is that the bear’s sister gives him her old bike, and he’s embarrassed because it’s pink. He invites his friend over (to my knowledge another bear) and they decide to paint the bike to hide the fact it’s pink. The main character bear thinks it would be really cool if he mixed all the paint colours together to create the ultimate colour, but all colours mixed together make brown, which upsets the main character. His friend consoles him while he’s crying, because he likes the colour brown, and proceeds to paint the bike brown. The main character, seeing he’s much happier with it, gives it to him. There is also the slight possibility his friend likes the colour pink (which would teach kids boys can like pink too).
I remember the colour pallet being quite cool, and the episode taking place in the back garden, but that could be complete nonsense.
I say 2000s ish, I watched it in my aunt’s house so can’t have been made after 2018, although I say it was probably around 2010 when I saw it, give or take a couple of years. I think it’s recent at the time I watched it and probs on CBeebies or nick junior, but it could have been on some other kids channel and/or older, as I remember somehow seeing some episodes of 2003 TMNT on my aunts tv.
If you think of anything that only fits parts of what I described then please suggest it. The plot of the bike getting painted and all the paint turning brown is what was burnt into my mind so that’s the most important thing, but of course it’s one episode and you might remember the show and not that episode.

Hi all, I’m sharing my story here in hopes that someone might relate or have insights. My journey with dizziness and anxiety began in mid-November 2021. Here’s a detailed timeline and breakdown of my symptoms and treatments:
Timeline & Symptoms Dec 10, 2021: First near-faint experience with high heart rate and palpitations in Canberra. Dec 28, 2021: Another near-faint episode; high heart rate led to a hospital visit. Blood work and ECG were normal. Subsequent visits included a chest X-ray—still no findings. Following 6 weeks: Bedridden, feeling like battling septic shock daily. Needed IV fluids about 10 times due to dehydration, constant sweating, no appetite. Symptoms List: Lightheadedness, dizziness, quick heart fatigue, numbness in arms/hands. Head tension, abdominal/back/ear heat, body pulsations, warm left shoulder. Random tearful eyes, difficulty concentrating, shortness of breath, chest tension. Blurry vision, fatigue, sudden noises startling me, cold/sweaty hands/feet. Muscle vibrations, symptoms worsen when standing or lying down, sinus pressure. Mental Health Journey Childhood: Anxiety and overthinking from a young age. Experiences with unexplained dizziness and spinning. Recent Trauma: Business burnt down, trust issues with now-wife, severe anxiety ensued. Mental Health Diagnoses: GAD, panic disorder, agoraphobia, OCD, somatization disorder. Medications Tried: Lexapro, Zoloft, Paxil: Worsened symptoms, daily panic attacks. Agomelatine, Pristiq: No benefits, worsened condition. Clonidine, Lyrica, Valium, Clonazepam: Minor relief. Seroquel: Improved sleep, but other symptoms persist. Lithium, Prozac: Adverse reactions. THC/CBD oil: Induced severe panic attacks. Ongoing Challenges Physical and Cognitive Symptoms: Persistent dizziness, brain fog, hypervigilance, intrusive thoughts, blurry vision, cold extremities, forgetfulness. Crowded Areas: Symptoms exacerbate, such as brain fog and increased heart rate. Medication Side Effects: Irrational fears and panic attacks. Chronic State: Constantly feeling like something is off, racing thoughts, hyper-focused on bodily functions, mini panic attacks. Family History Grandmother: Similar symptoms, relieved only after developing Alzheimer's. Sister: MDD, well-managed on Venlafaxine. Mother: Possible bipolar, anger issues. Seeking Insights I’ve done comprehensive physical checkups, all clear. I’m reaching out to this community to find anyone with similar experiences or advice. How do you cope with chronic anxiety and its overwhelming physical symptoms? What treatments have worked for you?
Thanks for reading my long post. Any suggestions or shared experiences would be immensely helpful.
Should I drop my current antidepressant (clomipramine) 100mg or increase the dose, my last option is Nardil.

Hi all, I’m sharing my story here in hopes that someone might relate or have insights. My journey with dizziness and anxiety began in mid-November 2021. Here’s a detailed timeline and breakdown of my symptoms and treatments:
Timeline & Symptoms Dec 10, 2021: First near-faint experience with high heart rate and palpitations in Canberra.
Dec 28, 2021: Another near-faint episode; high heart rate led to a hospital visit. Blood work and ECG were normal. Subsequent visits included a chest X-ray—still no findings.
Following 6 weeks: Bedridden, feeling like battling septic shock daily. Needed IV fluids about 10 times due to dehydration, constant sweating, no appetite.
Symptoms List: Lightheadedness, dizziness, quick heart fatigue, numbness in arms/hands. Head tension, abdominal/back/ear heat, body pulsations, warm left shoulder. Random tearful eyes, difficulty concentrating, shortness of breath, chest tension. Blurry vision, fatigue, sudden noises startling me, cold/sweaty hands/feet. Muscle vibrations, symptoms worsen when standing or lying down, sinus pressure.
Mental Health Journey Childhood: Anxiety and overthinking from a young age. Experiences with unexplained dizziness and spinning.
Recent Trauma: Business burnt down, trust issues with now-wife, severe anxiety ensued.
Mental Health Diagnoses: GAD, panic disorder, agoraphobia, OCD, somatization disorder.
Medications Tried: Lexapro, Zoloft, Paxil: Worsened symptoms, daily panic attacks.
Agomelatine, Pristiq: No benefits, worsened condition.
Clonidine, Lyrica, Valium, Clonazepam: Minor relief. Seroquel: Improved sleep, but other symptoms persist.
Lithium, Prozac: Adverse reactions.
THC/CBD oil: Induced severe panic attacks. Ongoing Challenges
Physical and Cognitive Symptoms: Persistent dizziness, brain fog, hypervigilance, intrusive thoughts, blurry vision, cold extremities, forgetfulness. Crowded Areas: Symptoms exacerbate, such as brain fog and increased heart rate. Medication Side Effects: Irrational fears and panic attacks.
Chronic State: Constantly feeling like something is off, racing thoughts, hyper-focused on bodily functions, mini panic attacks.
Family History
Grandmother: Similar symptoms, relieved only after developing Alzheimer's.
Sister: MDD, well-managed on Venlafaxine.
Mother: Possible bipolar, anger issues. Seeking Insights
I’ve done comprehensive physical checkups, all clear. I’m reaching out to this community to find anyone with similar experiences or advice. How do you cope with chronic anxiety and its overwhelming physical symptoms? What treatments have worked for you?
Thanks for reading my long post. Any suggestions or shared experiences would be immensely helpful.

Monday, 5/27
Grocer / Big Nobody / Pluck (indie/rock) - Bug Jar, 9P ($10+, 18+)
Tuesday 5/28
SUUNS / Leus Zeus / Bad Bloom (psych/rock/shoegaze) Bug Jar, 8P ($15, 18+)
Wednesday, 5/29
Cupid’s Boomerang(alt/rock) - Abilene, 7:30P ($7, all ages)
Kelley’s Heroes (rock) - Record Archive, 6P (FREE, all ages)
The Heavy Heavy / Philip-Michael Scales (rock/indie/blues) - Essex, 7P ($30, all ages)
Levi Gangi and Kelly Izzo Shapiro (Americana) - The Little Theater Cafe, 7P (FREE, All ages)
Thursday, 5/30
Patient Basement / Sweet Bike / Safety Break / Dead Pets (indie/alt/rock) - Flour City Station 8P ($10, 21+)
Stop.Drop.Rewind / Cleveland Avenue / Hollowell/ Letters From New York (alt/rock) - Photo City Music Hall, 6:30P ($15+, 18+)
Son Henry Band (blues) - Record Archive, 6P (FREE, all ages)
Sunrot / Jetsam / Hallucination Realize (hardcore) - The Psychic Garden, 8P ($12 NOTAFLOF, all ages)
Sonidos Unidos (salsa) - Lovin’ Cup, 8P ($10, all ages)
Jazz Is Phsh - Three Heads Brewing, 7P ($20/$25, 21+)
The Spring Chickens (singesongwriters) - The Little Theater Cafe, 7P (FREE, All ages)
Friday, 5/31
Grease Creepers / The Sand Shapes (rock n’ roll) - LUX, 10P ($5, 21+)
Candy / Tyler Westcott (country/Americana/Rockabilly) - Radio Social, 8P ($10/$15, 21+)
Native Sun / The Ginger Faye Bakers / Cheap Kids (punk/rock) - Bug Jar, 8P ($12, 18+)
The New Saints of Wonder (soul/blues) - Abilene, 5:30P ($5, all ages)
St. Vith (indie/rock) - Abilene, 9:15P ($10, all ages)
Hate Grenade / Theriaca / Crowndrop / Rhythm of Decent / Dead Laughter (nu metal/rap metal) - Montage, 6P ($15, 16+)
NYTRIX / Zwaan/ Keets / Marty Whaley / EMAC / Waifu / Maflux / Smileysfate / Huskee b2b Aye Bay / KVX (electronic) - Photo City, 7P ($9+, 18+)
Maggie & Ryan of Magnolia Boulevard (bluegrass) - Record Archive, 5P (FREE, all ages)
Grand Canyon Rescue Episode (Americana) - Lovin’ Cup, 8P ($10, all ages)
Local Rave (dubstep) - Water Street, 8P ($15, 18+)
junkyardfieldtrip - Three Heads Brewing, 7:30P ($10, 21+)
Magic Beans - Flour City Station, 11P ($10, 21+)
As One (R&B/jazz) - The Theater at Innovation Square, 7P ($57, all ages)
Debbie Kendrick Project (blues/jazz) - The Little Theater Cafe, 7P (FREE, All ages)
Failure /Quit/ Torture Agenda / Fentanyl Tapwater - The Psychic Garden, 8P ($10 NOTAFLOF, all ages)
Saturday, 6/1
Kopps Beach Party (DJ) - Bug Jar, 8P ($10, 18+)
The Electric Spiders / Half Naked Smike (rock) - Skylark, 9P ($5, 21+)
Shep Treasure / Fish Hunt / Alex Northrup / People I Love (indie) - The Psychic Garden, 7P ($10 NOTAFLOF, all ages)
Hypnotic Clambake (eclectic) - Abilene, 8P ($10, all ages)
Mortal Reminder / Nightmares / Downswing / The Veins / Seditions / Cult Fiction (punk/hardcore/rock)- Photo City, 7P ($15+, 18+)
Silent Disco (DJ) - Montage, 8P ($12+, 18+)
Cool Club & the Lipker Sisters (swing/boogie woogie) - Lovin’ Cup, 7P ($15, all ages)
The Ribbon Project /Fables & Fools (folk/Americana/country) - Three Heads Brewing, 7P ($10, 21+)
David Singley (singesongwriter) - 75 Stutson, 8P ($23+, all ages)
Sunday, 6/2
Michael Bisio / Timothy Hill (jazz) - Bop Shop Records, 8P ($20, all ages)
Baroness / Portrayal of Guilt / Gozu (alt/rock) - Essex, 6P ($35+, all ages)
Monsoon (indie/rock) - Montage, 8P ($20, 18+)
Zac Brown Band / Will Moseley (southern rock)- CMAC, 6:30P ($46+, all ages)
Classical Guitar Night The Little Theater Cafe, 7P (FREE, All ages)

‼️TRIGGER WARNING, SELF HARM, ATTEMPTED SUCIDE, MENTAL HEALTH ‼️⚠️
As a kid, I (21f) and my little sister (16f) weren’t really close. We were/are polar opposite in almost everything and she really annoyed me and always got me in trouble growing up because of her. My little sister in her teen years developed server depression and possible BPD (+self hard). I have recently been diagnosed with ADHD and in taking my medication, I have become more self-aware and finally started trying to take care of myself and my own needs. Mum treated us so differently growing up, my little sister was babied and got everything she wanted, above me is my older brother (24m). I was the outcast in between my mums two favourite children and wasn’t a priority or even an option. I was never mums favourite and she made it CLEAR verbally so Inevitably I just Isolated myself and did my own thing. I became really independent and the second I got a job, I supported myself financially, brought my own phone, paid for my own braces. I even had 2 jobs in my final years of high school. I was okay with who i’d become and I fulfilled my needs and more, I was happy but they called me selfish, “what about your little sister” “all you care about it yourself” but I l only cared about myself because I was neglected and no one else took care of me. I always saw my siblings as fortunate being able to have such a tight bond and relationship with mum whilst also being spoilt by her. To give an idea of how we were treated, I really wanted an IPAD, my little sister had already gone through and broke 2 of her own ipads before I ever had my own one (still I have never had one 😂). Christmas comes along and my mum buys my brother the new XBOX and games included (which she couldn’t afford but he begged), she brought my little sister a brand new Ipad and I got a cheap $50 tablet. I am not a materialistic person but this defined the way i viewed myself, my worth and this was the very moment I began to isolate and pull away not just from my mother but my little sister and the rest of my siblings. I really detached and cannot mention a single memory of my childhood where I felt loved and felt united by my family. I thought my little sister was going to be okay, she has mum, she has everything.
Nowadays I am my mums partnespouse/husband (our father isn’t present). I have basically take the role of guardian to my littler sister. I also take care of my mum when she is so overwhelmed with my little sisters needs. (Now my mum wants to acknowledge me and like me 🙄). My older sister (26) recently moved states, she was and has for as long as I can remember been my best friend, we are so scarily similar, bounce of each other, and we went everywhere together. Nowadays I barely go out. Together we supported my little sister and mum through her attempts and her major depressive episodes. I am now alone and over whelmed with a sad struggling mother and a depressed needy little sister.
In no way am I invalidating her experiences, emotions, and what she has gone through but she’s expects so much from me and holds me to such a high standard. She once broke down and told me how she feels about me saying that “I was never there” for her, “she feels like and outcast”, and a lot more outrageous and false thoughts about how she feels in the family. I recently found her tiktok and seen so many post of her basically bashing us (me and my older siblings) online for being terrible and excluding her. I recently went to visit my older sister where she live and I immediately knew I wanted to move with her, great job opportunities and it’s such a peaceful place. My little sister asked me if I was going to move and pleaded for me to “please don’t leave her”.
My little sisters says things that she probably doesn’t realise hurts me so much . I try my hardest to try and be there for here whilst also juggling work, uni (which is killing me), bills and my own personal life stressors but it seems like no matter what I do it is not enough. She makes me feel horrible and the things she says to me are so emotionally damaging, my mum says not to listen but how can I realistically do that. My mum always say “talk to her, she likes talking to you”. So I do and I open up to her about my experiences but I feel like talking to her does more harm to me then good for her.
I love my sister I really do but I cry myself to sleep thinking about how I have been a bad sister, how much she is hurting, and I just want to escape. Hurt people, hurt people. I can’t be in this house and take care of my own mental health first, she bombarders through most of my happiness, and I haven’t felt okay since my older sister moved states, I would say we took care of my little sister together but she did most the heavy lifting but I was always there to support. It was a struggle but atleast I know we were in this together.
I don’t want to spiral into my own depression but it’s hard not to when I am constantly be drained. There too much pressure on me.

Doing a rewatch of RHONJ and am on season 4. Watching episode 4 and Jacqueline mentions that she's not talking to Dina (her sister-in-law). Wondering if anyone knows why that is? Is it related to the same issue between Caroline and Dina?

I’d like to start off by saying that I am not presenting myself as some kind of sober authority. Yes, a year is one hell of a milestone, but this journey has been messy and ugly, and what I know and understand for myself at this point might be wildly different from what others have experienced on their journey. That being said, I feel like I owe it to this community, and to myself as well, to reflect and share some of the things I’ve learned throughout my first sober year.
“No matter how far you have gone down a wrong road, turn back,” – Turkish Proverb
Throughout this whole sober journey, even during the years and years I tried (unsuccessfully) to cut back and moderate, before finally being able to stop completely for this past year, I tried to always keep this mantra in the back of my mind because it would help me to not lose heart. Because it’s easy to feel drowned by mistakes and regrets, and I have a lot. But there is courage in trying and trying again, especially after failing repeatedly. Try and fail however many times it takes to stick. Turn back and take as many steps in the right direction as you can. Big or small. If those steps are all at once or spread out over time, they do all count.
There is nothing so bad that drinking won’t make worse.
This one comes up on this sub often, and for good reason. I consider myself to be a realist, but I think even for me, I still had this naïve belief and hope that getting sober would solve all my problems. But, of course, it didn’t and couldn’t. I’m still battling my depression, anxiety, low self-esteem, and loneliness. Those didn’t disappear with a year’s sobriety. However, I am far better equipped mentally and physically to deal with these things than I was when I was drinking. I’m able to be more present during my therapy sessions, able to soak in and appreciate things like a sunny walk or a snuggle with my dog when I’m having a particularly bad day, and deal with life’s challenges as they come. I lost my job about five months into this sober year, and I truly thought that was where the wheels would come off. And, honestly, if I had only been a few weeks in at the time, they probably would have. Thankfully, the combined sober months helped me keep things in perspective and work the actual problem of finding a new job rather than drinking myself into a spiral that would only make me feel more like a failure. Life will never stop throwing curves our way, and drinking only hinders our ability to deal with them responsibly.
Your addicted brain will tell you a lot of lies to try and get alcohol back in your body.
As a single person who lives alone, along with my mental health struggles, I often feel unimportant, if not completely worthless, depending on the day. My addicted brain will often tell me (even to this day), “What is it exactly you’re trying to save, here? Your life doesn’t matter anyway, so what if you die young from this? You might as well relax, drink, and enjoy yourself.” Don’t listen to these kinds of thoughts, whatever version of them you experience. Saying it is simple; doing it is ridiculously hard. I relapsed dozens of times because of thoughts like this. I’m not saying that there aren’t elements within those lies that you need to address or work out for yourself, or with a mental health professional, but they are lies all the same. So, I reframed my thoughts about alcohol and started thinking about it as being a huge scam instead. And just like scam, it exasperates and preys on your biggest weaknesses just so you’ll keep buying and consuming. Do whatever you need to do to pinpoint your own addition lies and recognize them for what they are.
Be especially careful if you live and drink alone.
Living and drinking alone is an insidious combination, and this is what, more than anything else, pushed me really far down the road of addiction. Because by doing it alone, I was accountable to no one, and I could make all kinds of excuses and rationalizations for my behavior. So what if I drank an entire box of wine in an evening? No one else was there to see it, so I could almost trick myself into thinking that it didn’t happen. I was at home; it’s not like I was doing anything unsafe like driving. As long as I was still going to work (albeit tragically hungover), paying my bills, feeding my dog; what did it all matter? It’s hard to hold yourself accountable when it’s just you. When no one is there pointing a finger or passing judgment. If you live alone and have ever questioned your relationship with alcohol, try to start taking steps to address it now. It takes a long time to recognize and sort out when you’re alone.
Have something at the ready to do when you’re unexpectedly triggered.
Triggers are hard enough to deal with when you plan for them. Some triggers are an unavoidable part of being a human. Holidays. Sporting events. Weddings. Thankfully, when it comes to these kinds of things, you can either game plan for them, or if it’s early in your journey and/or you just aren’t comfortable, opt out altogether. But, sometimes, triggers will clobber you without any warning. I was several months into being sober, just sitting on my couch watching television, and I decided it would be fun to rewatch Downton Abbey. But I had forgotten how often the characters drink on that show, and the ritualistic way I used to drink heavily while watching it the first time around. All of those memories and feelings came crashing down on me with the very first episode, and literally all I wanted to do was go to the liquor store for wine. I even got in the car and turned it on. You need some kind of failsafe when these things happen. Something to occupy your mind and your hands to get you over the trigger hump until you can reclaim your mind from it. For me, it’s building Legos in my basement. When I get hit with a major craving, I go sit at a little table in my basement and build whatever Lego set I have underway at the time (currently working on the Rivendell set.). And I keep repeating to myself, “Nothing bad can happen if I just sit here and build.” Building is just engaging and satisfying enough to distract me from the trigger long enough for it to pass.
Drinking does not make anything, including myself, better.
It does not make me more charming. It does not make me funnier or more interesting. It does not make me a better conversationalist. It does not make me more intelligent or more confident. It does not help my anxiety (it always makes it worse; it just slow plays me). It does not make me more creative. It doesn’t help my writing or my work. It does not improve or enhance experiences. It does not make me a better daughter, sister, aunt, or friend.
One day at a time is real. And vital.
Once I was sober for a few weeks, I remember being struck by several terrifying thoughts one after the other. “Wait, what am I doing? Am I really saying that I will never drink again for the rest of my life? How can I do that? How can anyone do that? What am I going to do at my cousin’s wedding? And what? I’m never going to have a beer at a baseball game again? What the fuck am I going to do at Christmas?!” These thoughts literally brought on a full-on panic attack at the time. Since drinking is so engrained in our culture, the idea of sobriety can be really overwhelming when you start thinking about it in those big terms. Which is why the whole one day, one hour, one minute at a time mantra is so important. Like anything overwhelming, you need to take it one small piece at a time. Remember, the only thing you need to do is stay sober today. “The man who moves a mountain begins by carrying away small stones.”
I absolutely, 100%, forever until the end of time, cannot moderate.
This was by far the longest and hardest lesson for me to learn. I tried to moderate for years. I convinced myself over and over again, that I wasn’t one of “those people”. I was a special case. I could drink heavily and then control it when I wanted to. I thought every typical addict cliché about myself. I’ll only drink on the weekends. I’ll only drink if I’m with other people. I’ll only drink on holidays. It was all bullshit of the highest order. Once I start, all bets are off. I’ve blown through several bottles of wine in a night and then raced to get to another liquor store before it closed. I seem to now at least possess a level of mental fortitude that allows me to resist that first drink. I have no such powers when it comes to a second drink or any beyond that. Learning to accept this about myself, instead of obsessing over why I am this way (not because I wanted some honest introspection; it was just so I could find some kind of loophole that allowed me to still drink), was the golden key of getting sober. And I do honestly find that having a hard no drinking line is so much easier and less stressful to maintain than trying to walk some kind of line of moderation, a line I have no ability or desire to tell that I’ve crossed in the first place.
I’m sure there’s much more I’ve learned over the past year, but I’ve rambled for long enough. It feels good to reflect and lay this all out for myself to see. I can’t overstate how very grateful I am for this community, as well as the community on the I Am Sober app for the much-needed support, perspective, wisdom, and personal sharing. Your stories have been such an inspiration, and I’m proud to be here with you.
As for the past 366 days, IWNDWYT.