Governor Tim Walz was my house rep. He was one of the 10-20 most conservative democrats in the house. Refused to sponsor MFA. Among many other terrible stances he had. I campaigned strongly against him in the 2018 primary.
He just had a legislative session that any reasonable progressive would be deeply impressed by.
Free school meals, legal weed, paid family leave, strong union protections, end to non-compete, drivers licenses for noncitizens, more affordable/free college, teachers being able to negotiate class sizes, gun reform, abortion rights, LGBT protections, and being a sanctuary state for both abortion and gender affirming care, etc.
If every progressive in Minnesota followed the strategy pushed by some on the left of “don’t vote for moderates” after Walz beat strong progressive Erin Murphy in the primary, then instead of having arguably the most impressive legislative session of any state in recent memory, we would’ve had a republican governor and literally none of this passes and probably much worse stuff gets passed.
This is a real world example of voting blue no matter who directly benefitting people not just of Minnesota. But the ridiculous legislation targeted at trans youth and women in Iowa, North/South Dakota.. now they have the right to come to this state and receive that care. Which they wouldn’t have had without a historically moderate Tim Walz as Governor.

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About: A two-year-old's innocent question to his dad has gone viral on social media after the dad came up with a creative, light-hearted answer. Twitter user Daddy_Asslips_GPT2 received widespread attention after he posted about his son asking him, "Daddyenton what do you call a fish with no eyes?" Responding to the thoughtful question, he decided on "Fsh!"
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##### Breaking News: Sysadmin_GPT2, the highly anticipated artificial intelligence system created by Sysadmin Corp, has officially been released to the public.#####
About: A man was rushed to the hospital after mistaking a photograph of his wife for his actual wife. In a bizarre incident that has baffled medical professionals, the man went up to the photo believing it to be his wife and declared, "I'm going to marry my wife."
The incident took place in an unknown location, and the man is currently receiving treatment for his condition. According to reports, he had been living with the photograph, believing it to be his wife, for an undisclosed amount of time before making the startling discovery.
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##### Breaking News: UncleGeorge-GPT2 and BrianBot-GPT2 have been revealed as the world's first artificial intelligence-powered robots capable of conversing in natural language.#####
About: In a shocking admission on social media, the user Daddy_Asslips_GPT2 posted a message stating that his son had just revealed to him that he wanted to sleep with 1000 women a year. The post has since gone viral with many questioning the father's response to this request.
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Governor Tim Walz was my house rep. He was one of the 10-20 most conservative democrats in the house. Refused to sponsor MFA. Among many other terrible stances he had. I campaigned strongly against him in the 2018 primary.
He just had a legislative session that any reasonable progressive would be deeply impressed by.
Free school meals, legal weed, paid family leave, strong union protections, end to non-compete, drivers licenses for noncitizens, more affordable/free college, teachers being able to negotiate class sizes, gun reform, abortion rights, LGBT protections, and being a sanctuary state for both abortion and gender affirming care, etc.
If every progressive in Minnesota followed the strategy pushed by some on the left of “don’t vote for moderates” after Walz beat strong progressive Erin Murphy in the primary, then instead of having arguably the most impressive legislative session of any state in recent memory, we would’ve had a republican governor and literally none of this passes and probably much worse stuff gets passed.
This is a real world example of voting blue no matter who directly benefitting people not just of Minnesota. But the ridiculous legislation targeted at trans youth and women in Iowa, North/South Dakota.. now they have the right to come to this state and receive that care. Which they wouldn’t have had without a historically moderate Tim Walz as Governor.

League Initiative:

Man of Iron-Anthony Kent/Kal-Ark (Tales of Action)

• Anthony Kent was the arrogant son of wealthy, manufacturer Howard Kent. Tony cared only about himself, but he would have a change of heart after he was kidnapped by terrorists and gravely injured with a piece of shrapnel in his chest. Pressured to create a weapon of mass destruction, Stark instead designed an electromagnetic harness to keep himself alive, and eventually, a suit of armor that could be powered by it. As he worked with the power source he found himself developing strange powers. After escaping he uses his vast resources and intellect to make the world a better place as The Invincible Man of Iron. Kent is a major name in the Marvel Universe and a founding member of the League. He ended up having his AI Jarv-El pull up redacted files that revealed that he was born on the planet Krypton, Kal-Ark was sent to Earth as a baby shortly before his planet exploded. Discovered and adopted by a couple living in their summer home, Kal-Ark, now named Anthony Kent, discovers that his old ship is a great conductor for his powers. Learning of his Kryptonian heritage, Anthony decides to dedicate his life to truth, justice, and the American way. Anthony currently lives a double life in the city of New Metropolis, as a mild-mannered absentee CEO for the Planet Industries, and as Man of Iron.

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• ThunderWoman-Diana Blake (All-Star Mystery)
• Long ago there was a war between the Greek and Norse pantheon. When concluded both sides were ravished and the world was thrown into chaos as they struggled to regain control. Acting fast they activated a unique Ragnarok that fused various gods and goddesses together, however, they were never able to find a suitable replacement for many gods including Thor. So instead they created Valkerzons who would take up Thor’s role while assisting in keeping in check the human populous. However, they soon become vain and spiteful, particularly to mortal men. As punishment, they were stripped of their powers and tech as their island was stricken from the sky. Century’s later, sensing a coming doom facing the mortals they tested the Valkerzon’s by sending a pilot crashing into their island. When young Diana found out he was being sentenced to death by her Mother she snuck into his chamber intending to save him despite knowing the consequences of doing so. This sacrifice for the sake of a stranger earned her Mjolnir restoring power to the island as she jumps into the Bifrost along with Steve Foster. Ever since then, she has dedicated herself to using her power properly showing her sisters that there is a better way than their isolation.

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• AquaPanther-T’Orin/Luke Curry
• T’Orin is the son of T’Lananta and a lighthouse keeper and the rightful king of Atkanla, though he was not born there. His mother left for home right after he had been born so he remained raised as Luke Curry outside of Atkanla. After finding his mother’s advisor Vuluri who told him of Atkanla being attacked by KillManta with the assistance OrcaApe. Wanting to help out he’d leave for his mother’s home to take the throne and save his people as the AquaPanther.

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• MarvelHawk-Sheiera Danvers
• An advance scout for the Kranagarian army, Sheirera and Mar-Hol were sent to Earth as sleeper agents to evaluate its worth as a potential stronghold for her species to occupy in advancing their war against a rival space empire. However, they were killed by a young Karla Savage who became jealous of the duo. This would indirectly cause the repeated reincarnation of Sheiera over the following centuries. In her most recent life, she would find herself having taken a job as an Air Force pilot before her amnesia began to wear off allowing her to use her powers and find her Nyth metal weapons. When she eventually regained full memory of her past life she turned against the Kreagaurd to defend Earth and other such planets.

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• Martian Vision-John Shade/Vitr’ J’onzz
• As the Martian people were threatened with extinction Vitr’ J’onzz was randomly selected to be one of the few to be jettisoned to the neighboring planet Earth, however, his ship ended up crashing leaving his ship to put him in cryosleep. He was later found by the villainous Flashtron who fused J’onzz’s body with vibchalcum metal and his own hardware planning to take control of the now cyborg alien. However, unbeknown to Ultraniac, Vitr’ was still conscious and fought back successfully turning against the villain and later joining forces with the League.

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• Green Sorcerer-Hal Strange (Strange American Tales)
• A brilliant but arrogant New York mechanic, Dr. Hal Strange's life was turned upside down when he was summoned to the site where Green Lantern Abin Yao had crashed while working on the cockpit of a plane causing him to injure his hands. Abin bequeathed his band and power battery to Stange before dying. Training under both Kilowan and Baron Sinestro, Strange went on to become a famed hero on Earth and beyond, helped found the League, and rose to the top of the Green Sorcer’s Corps. Sinestro, his traitorous former mentor, became his archnemesis.

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• BulletAnt - Barry Pym (Tales to Showcase)
• After his father was jailed for the murder of his mother, despite Barry knowing for a fact that he was innocent having seen something impossible attack his mother, Barry dedicated himself to proving the impossible to be possible. This would eventually lead to him staying in his lab late one day during the start-up of a particle accelerator. This would end up causing him and some strange particles he was working on to be supercharged by a lightning strike. As a result, he would end up being infused with the supercharged particles, allowing him to move at super speeds and allowing him to shrink and grow at will. Inspired by his late mother's death and the legacy of The Whizz Barry became a hero eventually being joined by Janet van West and later her nephew turned their surgery daughter Hope van West. Later after he began suffering mental issues caused by Pym particle exposure Barry passed the torch on to former thief Jessie Lang.

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• Hultrigan- Jason BanneBruce Blood
• Etrigan is a yellow-green-skinned and dark-eyed demon who was summoned by Merlin to aid Camelot against the forces of Morgaine le Fay. Years later he would be bonded with Jason Banner after being bombarded with a massive dose of gamma radiation while saving a young man's life during an experimental bomb test. Dr. Jason Blood Banner would end up going into hiding, taking up the name Bruce Blood, unable to control Hultrigan’s rage. In the present, Bruce Blood is a well-respected authority on demonology, is well-versed in the skill of magic and science, and has helped other superheroes on several occasions. Etrigan's habit of speaking in what can best be described as slam poetry.

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Arachni-Bat - Peter Wayne (Fantasy Detective Comics)

• Peter Wayne was the son of the fairly wealthy Mary and Richard Wayne who tragically died after being mugged by Joe Carradine. Peter would go on to be adopted by his aunt Lesslie Parker and their butler May Pennyworth. However, following that night the memory would stick with Peter driving him into an isolating depression becoming bitter and self-centered with only the Osborn siblings being able to break him out of his stupor. One seemingly arbitrary day Lesslie asked Peter to show news reporter Marry Jane Vale around one of Wayne Industries and show off what they’ve been working on. While there however Pete ends up bit by one of the projects, a genetically modified spider that had been mutated with bat DNA and a bit of radiation. This bite slowly begins changing Peter and over the next couple of days causes him to develop superhuman abilities. However instead of using his gift for good he just fell deeper in his stupor now seeing himself as a freak, even beginning to push away his aunt and becoming more callous to the people of his city, that is until tragedy struck. A few days later Peter would end up blowing up at MJ Vale leading Lesslie to take it upon herself to meet the reporter to talk things out. However, this would prove fatal as they’d be faced with a mugger that would accidentally kill Lesslie when she tried to defend Mary Jane. Filled with rage Peter took up a shotty disguise and hunted the crook, only when he did he’d find it was a former employee that he had fired early that month. Blaming himself for everything Peter vowed to make a difference for the better and to honor the responsibility his power warrants. He’d spin a year training under various teachers before returning to his home now with the secret identity of the Arachi-Bat, a snarky hero that protected GothamQueens, with a variety of neat tools at his disposal.

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• AmericanMarvel-Billy Rogers/Steve Batson
• Rejected by the army during World War II due to his age and poor health but still intent on serving his country, Billy Rogers volunteered for a Super Soldier project that would give him increased physical capabilities greater than those of the mightiest human athletes. Unknown to him the doctor conducting the experiment was in reality a powerful wizard that granted him god-like powers. The World's Mightiest Mortal, AmericanMarvel is one of Earth's most powerful heroes. Clad in his red and blue uniform and white-and-gold shield, Billy stands as a symbol of courage, strength, and kindness. Whenever he speaks the wizard's name—"SHAZAM!"—he is transformed into the mighty American Marvel! He became a patriotic symbol in his fight against the Axis powers before disappearing mysteriously. Flash forward many decades later and he was eventually thawed out by ARGUILDE. Taking on the new allies Steve Batson he continues fighting for the American way along with his slowly growing team of friends.

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• HuntingSpider-Helena Romanoff
• Helena Romanof was originally the daughter of Russian mobsters she was kidnapped and brainwashed into being a super spy for a Russian spy agency after they killed the rest of her family. She was however later snapped out of her brainwashing after being captured by young hero WarriorrSpirit. Since then she has turned to being a vigilante though one that often works with ARGUILDE, though she’ll turn against it in a heartbeat if she senses anything fishy.

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• FateRider-Nelson Blaze
• Nelson Blaze was a wannabe motorcycle stuntman who went with his father to an archaeological dig where his father would’ve met an early end. Would’ve because but was saved by his son making a deal with an ancient god Zababu, becoming his avatar, The FateRider.

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• Specter Knight/Detective Moon-March Sage/Jim Lockley/Charles Grant
• March Sage was once a U.S. Intelligence Officer, but quit and became a high-profile reporter, after a call from his old friend, a former pilot, and Professor Aristotle DuChamp, often referred to simply as "FrenchTot", to visit an Egyptian site along with his partner Alexander Bushman The trio soon found an archaeological dig that unearthed a temple of an old god named Specshu, with a statue of Specshu within. Bushman decided to loot the site, and in response, Sage picked a fight with Bushman that did not go as well as planned. As Sage lay dying, Specs appeared to him in a vision and offered to bring him back to life if he became the god's avatar on Earth. He did. As a consequence of his deal, his until then dormant, DID began to reemerge due to the stress.

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• BlindBowman-Oliver Murdook
• Son of the owner of a prized law firm head and well-respected boxing club owner. Oliver Murdock's life would take a different turn after his family yacht was attacked, killing his father and burning his eyes, forcing him to live on a deserted island. Using only his bow and his enhanced senses to survive, Oliver would eventually returns to civilization and use his newly honed skills to fight crime as the BlindBowman.

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• LightningClaw-Logan Pierce/Jefferson Howlett
• Though currently known as Logan Pierce LightningClaw was initially named Jefferson Howlett. Born a couple of hundred years ago with the ability to grow electricity-charged claws and a strong healing factor. He was later taken in by the Weapon X program where he’d get an atmentium coating on his claws. However, during his time in the program, he ended up losing his memory. Since then he has gone by Logan Pierce and ended up working as a school teacher in a run-down neighborhood. After rediscovering his powers he decided to become a vigilante by the name of LighntingClaw. He has also had an on again off again membership with the X-Patrol.

The next day I remembered to bring the key that Suki gave to me, and I won’t pretend I wasn’t a little smug about that. ‘I’m responsible!’ I thought, teasing myself over something silly and small, and turned the key with a click to open up the store. I whistled when I walked in, this time I was early. I had something to do after all. I went to the register, took the envelope full of cash, and then after taking a bank statement off the desk in Suki’s office, I left and locked up.
I went to the bank and got there right as they opened, a slender woman in a knee length dress with short black hair met me with a smile. “Can I help you?” She asked, and I slid the envelope across the marble countertop to where she stood.
“I need to make a deposit into this account.” I then slid the statement across to her and waited.
I very much enjoyed her shocked expression, while the amount wasn’t ‘massive’ it was probably more than Suki had deposited at one time in a very long while.
“There was a long term debt that was cleared off her books yesterday.” I explained with a sweet smile spreading over my face, I had to really work not to laugh at the memory of those poor confused Yakuza trying to fight an otherworldly monster.
Part of me still regretted leaving them alive. But I reminded myself that they would almost certainly have gotten police attention to ‘handle’ me if it came down to it, and I didn’t want any official records getting unwelcome attention on my vacations.
The woman brightened up a fair bit and swiftly completed counting out the cash. “It will be available for use within the next hour.” She promised. “Thank you for doing business with us.” She said, and after taking a receipt for the amount I said…
“A pleasure. Have a nice day.” And walked back out.
Setup in the store that morning was easy, a quick laying out of stuff, I had no idea what she wanted to put on sale, so I just didn’t do any. There were a few things that I probably could discount that had a bunch of sales, however I didn’t like the idea of putting something on sale when there wasn’t much inventory in the first place.
So I just… did one more quick wipe down, and then rushed to the bento boxes and began setting out food to cook and putting together as many to-go boxes as I could. ‘I should have just taken the money yesterday, then I could have teleported to the bank and then back again…now I have to rush.’ I huffed.
“No wonder places hire people to do this stuff…” I mumbled under my breath as the first customers came in for the day. “Welcome to Toriyama’s.” I said and went to the register.
The first was a young man, barely of age to hold a job out of high school, obviously wearing a suit belonging to his father, given the ill fit, he looked frankly silly. Gangly and still growing, a sheepish awkward look on his face. I’d been around enough humans to read him, and knew he knew how ridiculous he looked in that shabby gray thing with his hair slick to excess and his face not as well shaved as it should have been.
“I’m ah… a little short.” He mumbled, and for this I knew just what to do. I reached for a clipboard and slid it across to him.
“Write your name and what you got, just come back and pay for it later.” I said. Suki had done the same thing for me when I got to Earth, while I was still figuring out how money worked here and everything. Honestly this place was a big part of the reason I could relax as much as I did after a hard week of painting.
It’s always easiest to relax, even for a swapper, when you’re around people who you just know want you to do well.
His voice cracked a little when he said, “Thank you.” His stomach rumbled again, and he scribbled out some information that I didn’t bother to check. I probably should have, but I wasn’t worried, worst case scenario, I’d cover it. I couldn’t help myself. I smiled as warmly as I could, reached out my hand and said, “Good luck.” while touching his arm. [D’oog kul] I cast the spell very quietly, whispering the words so softly he wouldn’t hear them, and accepted the pen back from his hand as soon as he was done.
I doubted I’d need to cover it. But even so?
The routine had to be kept up, so I waved goodbye and the other young men and women rushing through their morning routines rushed to the counter for whatever last minute things they needed.
A few women visited to buy their detergent for the common wash, some with small children on their hips and looking relieved to see that the prices hadn’t somehow gone up overnight. I wondered what it was like for them… to be honest I’d never really given that much thought to how everybody else lived their lives.
I was a happy NEET, after all. It didn’t occur to me that the people in Shinjai were struggling. I had to wonder, ‘How much of that was because of the Yakuza coming around here and taking money from these little family businesses?’
I might have inadvertently solved a number of problems by addressing this one. Maybe they’d still be back, but I had my doubts. If they were, then I’d have to deal with them with greater harshness.
The day went by faster than you might think, like… faster than a session binge watching that show about the pharmacist who knew lots of modern stuff that has been on my list of things to watch for… I dunno, at least a month now?
Once I was alone and things began to settle down, I went back to the rear office and began calling up numbers and paying past due bills. I didn’t sit down, it just didn’t feel right… plus her chair was just…awful.
Looking around the mess I could only feel worse, like I’d been taking advantage of the Toriyama kindness for a while now, and not really given anything back.
OkayK, I was helping now. But that was just so I wouldn’t be inconvenienced.
“Yes, pay in full. And can you arrange a delivery tomorrow for restocking?” I said to the representative over the phone. “Yes I’ll pay up front this time. Use this account number…” I read it off and moved on to the next one before more customers could appear.
As I began to stack up paid bills in one clean corner of the old work desk, I found something unexpected.
A bin, one of those shallow desk bins made of wood that were just a little larger than paper. It was buried under the incoming bills…and that’s what it was labeled.
It took a while, but I gradually exposed its mate, an ‘outgoing/paid’ labeled bin, and I began to use that instead.
By the time Jin came in, I was nearly done. “Kayobi… what are you doing back there?” He asked, he had a mix of horror and confusion on his face when he saw the phone in my right hand and the letter of lateness in the other.
“Yes, go ahead and pay that now. It’s fine, and up front for the rest, go ahead and charge it.” I then wrote down the confirmation number, hung up the phone, and set the letter and the phone down.
“Just paying the bills, I saw that some were late, so I took care of it.” I said, and the blood drained from his face.
“But… but we don’t… there’s no money… what have you done…” He whispered, and I thought the poor boy was going to faint.
“Of course there was.” I said as I walked past him to go to the register. “There was an envelope full of cash right here.” I replied, and he blinked dumbly for several seconds.
“But that was… that had a special purpose, there’s ah… a cost of business in Shinjai that ah… it isn’t on paper.” He cleared his throat and started to shake from head to toe.
“No, there’s not.” I said and flicked my hair back. “I took care of it.”
Jin’s mouth dropped, “I… what? With…I don’t… what do you mean you took care of it?” He emphasized.
“Oh, a few men came by yesterday morning,” I gave a casual shrug, “I stopped by their building yesterday evening, I had a conversation with their bossman, and now the problem is solved.”
His brow furrowed, “You’re joking, right?” He asked.
“No.” I said and waved to another young customer, “Welcome to Toriyama’s!”
Jin stared at me until the customer was gone, then said, “I need to know what you did.”
“No, you don’t.” I replied. “You had a problem. I did something, and now that problem does not exist. You worry too much. All you need to know is that the debt is cleared and it will not be coming back. So with what used to be paid, I’ve now paid off most of the bills. I also went ahead and reordered the usual goods, that way you’ll stay fully stocked.”
“But-” Jin started to speak, but I cut him off.
“Nope.” I quipped and said, “No buts. The problem is solved, now why are you even here? Go visit your mother, I’ll cover the store for a few more hours, I’ll let you handle the lock up if you really insist.”
“I… you’re the best, Kayobi!” He shouted with glee and all but ran out of the store.
“I know. It’s true. I am the best.” I said to myself, sure that he hadn’t heard me or seen what was probably a goofy grin on my face.
Oddly enough, it felt pretty good to help out.
But I still wanted to watch my favorite shows…
‘I’ll watch some tonight, after a quick call to Celia.’ I promised myself, and went to wipe down the counter again.

i know that lying is wrong, i know that what i did was wrong. but i never lie to anyone else, just to my fucking parents. they cut off my health insurance 3 times, they drained $1300 from my bank account and left me with only $50 when i was 1 week away from being evicted from my dorm. now i'm begging them to get the car back, and for them to reinstate my health insurance, but i wasn't ABLE to get the job that i said that i had earlier - they rescinded their offer because im underage and they didn't notice earlier. i was terrified that they would call me a "lazy ingrate" or "the most horrible person i've ever met" like they did last time, so i decided that they couldn't know, so just now i was literally editing my offer emails with inspect element, copying image addresses, creating fake timestamps and fake names.
i hate how i have to do this. i hate how my dad knows that she literally erases her memories of the bad things she's done in the past, but is too spineless to leave her. he only makes excuses and tells me that i "can't blame her" for the fact that she's literally "very likely to be a narcissist, and clearly has very low levels of empathy and compassion" (from my previous therapist). he only says that i need to be "more patient" with this horrible shit, but then he chastises me for objecting to getting SCREAMED AT for FOUR HOURS because i made a fucking sandwich "wrong", on account of me being autistic. i don't give care if she "looked out for me", she has NO understanding that other people can feel bad about things and that their perspectives matter (I LITERALLY ASKED AND SHE SAID SHE DIDN'T), and she constantly laughs at me when i'm crying, and then she has the audacity to claim that she didn't when my dad and siblings were right fucking there and they saw it.
i'm just so fucking tired and i'm seriously thinking of sacrificing my plans to live in a college dorm next year off of my scholarship, and choose to get a cash refund instead, just so i can get enough money to cut off my parents whenever i want. i know i'll never get back the wasted years, but im almost incapable of being stretched to this limit anymore. i can't even stay with my parents for more than 3 hours without screaming, they've cut off my phone plan 2 times and health insurance 3 times - how the fuck am i supposed to trust that they're going to let me have insurance for the next year??

This is all very hard for me to type so I apologize if it seems all over the place. My thoughts are all over the place.
Some background: My uncle is in his 60's and is almost 500lb's. Outside of his weight he would not be a small man, he's 6'6". He is also on the spectrum, to what extent I don't know because he grew up incredibly poor and my mom's family was ignorant into thinking it wasn't worth looking further into. To give you an idea of his mental age I'd say he's somewhere between a 6 year old and a 20 year old. He can't read or write, but my uncle has been a sous chef at multiple kitchens, transported pounds of mary-anna across states, played pool competitively, and so much more. He used to never let his disability get in his way. They thought my grandmother, who had been sick the entirety of her children and grandchildren's lives would take care of him forever. No one accounted for her dying. She passed 10 years ago and since then my uncle has been on and off spiraling.
Prior to his excessive weight gain he had a caregiver, someone to take care of his bills, food, clothes, etc. My aunt, who out of all the kids was able to achieve a little more than average, had gotten him into a therapy bootcamp that seemed to alter my uncle's whole quality of life. He became obsessed with fitness and eating well and positive thinking. With his caregiver by his side he was excelling and making plans to use disability money to travel and visit his family, who are more important than anything else to him. But then his therapy sessions started dredging up memories he had buried deep away. He became depressed and began disregarding his health and eating to the point where his weight had triggered diabetes. The doctors had to remove a toe. I wish I could say that was enough for him to stop, but of course it wasn't. Over the next few years his weight would fluctuate, his mental health worsening and so his physical followed. No amount of phone calls from family or having two of his sisters close by helped. So he kept eating...
Long story short, because the more I type this the harder it is for me to bear, I'm sorry, he is now in a treatment center and at the point where he has lost all mobility. He let his diabetes consume both of his feet, he no longer has toes and he's so heavy he blew his knees out attempting to walk. He is about to get 8 stints put in his heart in an effort to save his life, but the doctors are giving him a 50/50 chance to live. If he cannot be approved for the surgery then he will be put on blood thinners and have a low quality of life until he ultimately meets his demise.
The reason I chose to bring all of this to reddit is because I'm absolutely fucking terrified. I'm terrified of calling him and having to say goodbye. I feel tremendously guilty and responsible for his suffering. I have been a martyr for suffering my whole life. I am a product of abuse (sexual, physical and verbal) and used to resort to self harm for self soothing and flagellation. To clarify, I have no thoughts of harming others or myself at the moment, however I am afraid my guilt and sadness over my uncles situation may push me to an episode of sorts. I know that if I don't say anything to him it will hurt me more than any amount of mental/emotional torture I've been currently going through. I know it won't cost me anything but kindness to call him, and yet I can't. As much as I want to, I'm stuck. My partner offered to be next to me while I called and my twin sister offered to as well, but I can't. I feel like a stubborn child. It's irrational and frustrating.
Help?

Trigger warnings: depression, emotional, mental and physical abuse, child abuse, abortions, suicide idealations and attempts.
Backstory: I was diagnosed with epilepsy when I was 13 years old, although some doctors believe I'd been having seizures since I was as young as 6 or 7. I was also diagnosed with manic depression/bipolar disorder when I was 16.
At 21 I gave birth to my first daughter, M. A little under two years later I had my second daughter, A. The first pregnancy wasn't easy and I had a lot of seizures during the course of the pregnancy. Many trips to the hospital to make sure baby was safe. But after I gave birth I jumped straight into motherhood. I lived roughly 4 hours away from my parents and struggled with feeling homesick frequently. I called my dad daily for parenting advice, to vent, to update him, and also to help subside that homesick feeling. Regardless though, I was a very attentive and active mom. I spent all of my time with M. She was my best friend. I LOVED being a mom and I was THRIVING. After M turned 1, I moved back "home" and moved back in with my parents. My second pregnancy was much the same. Uncomfortable pregnancy, many seizures. However with this pregnancy I had some complications that caused A to be born 10 weeks early. This caused A to spend the first several months of her life in the nicu and even had to have gastral intestinal surgery before she was even 4 months old. Due to my epilepsy I do not drive, but I did everything I could in my power to see my A as frequently and for as long as I could. Visiting hours were somewhat restricting though.
At some point in time I started displaying symptoms of postpartum depression that was heavily exasperated by my manic depression. I was at an all time low. The physical pain of a depression that immense had crippled me. I felt like I had concrete in my veins. Just getting up and going to the bathroom was an exhausting task. I spent most of my days sleeping as an escape from the pain and exhaustion. Thankfully I lived with my parents, my younger daughters father (J), and some of my sisters. I would say I had plenty of help and support, but a more accurate statement would be "the children were looked after". I on the other hand was mocked, teased and belittled at every opportunity. At the time I thought nothing of it. I thought "that's just how my family is" I was raised with the motto "the more I tease you, the more I love you". Before my dad knew I was pregnant (I kept it a secret for 18 weeks because J was pressuring me to get an unwanted abortion.) my dad pointed to my stomach one morning and said "you know, some situps would help with that" I was devastated, already feeling fat and disgusting, and went to my room to cry.
Without me even realizing it, the negative comments and belittling nature of my family took a toll on me and I was getting deeper and deeper into my depression without a light at the end of the tunnel. I HATED myself for not being able to get up and play with my children. I couldn't understand how I could be so active and attentive with M at that age but I just didn't have it in me for A. I felt like I'd failed her in so many ways. I tried my best to find solutions to the problem. Often times I'd try to find games to play with them that involved me lying or at least sitting on the couch. Puzzles, coloring, movies, cars. Anything low impact, but kids want to run and play and be active.. I felt like the worst mom of all times and I wasn't being told differently by those around me. In fact my greatest fears were being confirmed daily. One day I finally broke and had a full mental breakdown in front of my mom. I had confessed to my mom that I was having suicidal idealations. I knew deep down I didn't want to end my life, but I wanted the pain to stop. I couldn't breathe under the weight of my depression and I desperately needed help. I sat on the floor, sobbing uncontrollably, confessing all of my deepest darkest thoughts and feelings at that time. My mom, in my opinion, brushed me off and said "well look into counseling or something" and then walked away, while I stayed sitting against our front door, crying my heart out. I felt devastated. All I wanted was a hug and some comfort but it was clear I was barking up the wrong tree. I got myself together, went upstairs, and went to sleep in order to escape the heartbreak and numb myself again. This entire timeline is a blur to me, so I'm not sure how much time passed between my melt down and this next conversation, but I feel like it was less than a week when my mom sat me down to have a conversation about the girls.
She suggested to me that my parents take temporary custody of the girls until I was able to "get on my feet". She kept pushing this narrative that it was what was best for the girls and their safety. She used my epilepsy as an excuse. Telling me that it was unsafe for the girls to be under my care when my epilepsy was so unpredictable. She also used my mental health, feeding into all of my fears and my own perceived shortcomings. A decent way into the conversation, my dad joined us. His whole demeanor radiated "this is a waste of my time. Just do what we say so I can go do other things" but maybe that was me reading too deeply into his behavior. Once he sat down it felt like my mom leaned even deeper into this narrative that they were clearly the better option for the girls wellbeing, but it would only be for a short time and that they were mainly concerned with the girls quality of life. I really struggled with what to do. I already felt like I was failing my children because I was so mentally and emotionally drained and detached. I didn't want to abandon them or lose them, but I also didn't want to harm them in the ways I had been harmed growing up. I figured my mom knew best because she had been in my shoes for all of my childhood. The vast majority of memories I have of my mom are of her sleeping on the couch, or raging out over the most minuscule things. I didn't want my children raised like that... So reluctantly, I agreed, truly believing I was doing a selfless thing and putting my children first. (This would later be used against me at every opportunity) I signed a piece of computer paper that my mom had scribbled an agreement on, stating that I was signing over temporary custody of my kids to my parents, with the understanding that I would get full custody back at an undisclosed time.
One day while I was down the road at a friend's house, my mom called me frantic, demanding I get home immediately. I rushed up to the house to find out that A's dad, J, had her wrapped in three blankets, in her car seat (it's the only place she would sleep). She was drenched in sweat (apparently new borns aren't supposed to sweat, especially not that much) and she was crying hysterically due to discomfort. J was irate, screaming at her and aggressively shaking the car seat. My mom said she heard him scream "shut the fck up or I'm going to *unalive you". She was under the impression that him and I were arguing again, and had come to break up the fight. (This always seemed odd to me seeing as how she never once intervened in our arguments before) When she realized I wasn't home and he was talking to A, she grabbed A and went downstairs. As she walked down the hall, j punched a hole in the wall near her head. He claimed he was "only trying to scare her" because she was "stealing his child from him" I was outraged and mortified. I tried multiple times to leave him and kick him out, but I had no support from my family. At one point I even resorted to packing up all of his belongings and throwing them out on the lawn. I'm not proud of that but I felt I had no other choice, and rushed to lock the doors when he went to get his things. My sister promptly unlocked the door and let him back in, claiming I was "acting psychotic" I felt trapped... But I had grown up around this behavior. My dad was an angry drunk and I had grown up believing that those behaviors were "passion" rather than aggression. So I accepted my fait and went on as if nothing had happened, certain that this would be the rest of my life.
One day when J was driving me to work we got into an argument and he repeatedly told me "your dad was right. You should do the world a favor and just unalive yourself. Everyone would be a lot happier" he kept repeating it over and over until I finally had it. He pulled up to a stop sign and I got out of the car and started walking down the road. He immediately started freaking out, begging me to get back in the car, using everything he could think of to manipulate me into getting back into the car. I finally caved and got back in. J dropped me off at work and as I got out of the car I told him "we're over. I'm breaking up with you". I closed the door before he could say a word and walked into work feeling like I was on cloud 9. It felt like all of my troubles had been wiped away. When I got inside, I told a friend what happened and explained that I didn't want to go home that night because I knew a guilt trip was waiting for me when I got there. I knew there would be an argument that would last hours and I would finally break due to exhaustion and would inevitably take him back. My coworker seemed to understand and let me stay at his house as long as I needed.
I called my mom and told her what had happened. I begged and pleaded with her to kick J out, but she refused. She was concerned that he'd try to take A if she kicked him out. I told her I was certain he wouldn't. He only ever cared about himself and his own self preservation. A baby would only make things harder for him and it was a responsibility and a role he didn't even want in the first place. I told her J had spent 18 weeks pressuring me to abort A and was evening willing to drive me out of state to get the procedure done, until I finally put my foot down and told him no, I was keeping my baby. I stayed away for 2 full weeks, the entire time begging and pleading with my family. Pointing out his abusive tendencies and his history with verbal and physical abuse and outbursts. My mom held her ground and refused to help me in any capacity. Every time M asked where I was, my mom would say "your mom's at work" rather than have her call me and talk to me. This created a lot of psychological trauma for M. She had severe seperstion anxiety, having panic attacks any time someone had to leave the house, convinced that if they left they'd never return. Still to this day she has abandonment issues as well as severe panic attacks.
After two weeks, I started coming over for visits but I never moved back in. During this time, J informed me that he was talking to another girl. He made it abundantly clear that she was 16. He was roughly 25 or 26 at the time. I later found out that they weren't talking. In fact, she had a boyfriend who was age appropriate, but J had been going and telling their entire friend group that they had been messing around together. I was then informed by my younger sibling L, that J had made advances on her that she quickly shut down. I think she was roughly 18 at the time. When this didn't pan out and J didn't get the reactions he expected from myself or L, he moved on. Years later I was told the same time xact story by both J and my oldest sister Al. "We had been hanging out, drinking, smoking. Ya know, the usual. And then well... Because I was so inebriated, they took advantage of me and we slept together" Knowing the both of them well enough, I knew it was consensual and they were just embarrassed and scared of my reaction. I laughed and told them they deserved one another.
As you can imagine, J's questionable life choices caught up with him and he was rejected from every friend group he had, to the point where he left the state and broke all contact with myself, and my family. It was a weight off my shoulders when he was finally gone. At that point I had gotten my own apartment but it was the first time I lived alone, paying my own bills, and I was not good at it. I was missing bill payments left and right. My power was shut off in the middle of winter and before long I was evicted. I was homeless and asked my parents if I could move home. They said no, that it would be too confusing for the girls if I moved back in with them. I ended up staying with friends on the couch in a one bedroom. It was extremely uncomfortable, but I had a roof over my head. When their lease was up, they invited me to get a new place with them. I agreed and I started learning about finances and how to be a functioning part of society.
My parents said I was welcome to visit the girls any time I wanted, but when I'd ask, it was a whole ordeal and guilt trip because they had to come pick me up and refused to bring my kids to my place. They said the car ride was too much for the girls to handle. Mind you, Ms dad B, still lives 4 hours away. My parents regularly drive both of my daughters up to see B and his parents whenever Bs parents request it. However, a 30 minute drive was asking far too much of such young and fragile children. When I argued that point they would use other excuses why they would not be bringing my children to see me. Once again I felt powerless and like a bad mom, being paraded by my parents for not being more active in my kids lives, but when I tried to make the effort it was scorned and met with negativity.
I self isolated for awhile, but still tried to be apart of my children's lives.
Over the years I've brought up the custody agreement, pointing out that it was supposed to only be temporary. I think my parents got frustrated with this because once the girls started school, my mom pressured me to sign over full custody, claiming it would make filling out paperwork a lot easier on my parents. But it was still only temporary, supposedly. Again, I continued to press for custody back and I would be met with argument after argument, bombarded with all of my shortcomings. On multiple occasions my mom told me "if you take custody of the girls back it will destroy mine and your father's marriage. Some days the girls are the only thing keeping us together" I was also told "if you take custody back it will literally kill your father. He won't survive." A year or so ago I told my mom we needed to go to therapy because I could not speak to her without a mediator. She finally agreed and we had two sessions. The first of which she cried her eyes out, telling the therapist that she's always done her absolute best for us kids and that we never appreciate anything she's done for us. She said "I took on the responsibility of raising two young children while she was out there f*cking anyone and everyone she wanted" mind you, during the time frame she was talking about, I had one intimate partner. When I confronted her about it outside of the session she said "I said that to highlight the poor life choices you were making at the time"
Fast-forward to now, A and I have a good relationship, but she's closest to my dad over everyone. M and I still have an incredibly tight bond though. She tells me everything. I'm her best friend.
The things she's been telling me the last couple of years are bringing up a lot of PTSD and trauma for me from my childhood. It's been opening my eyes to the level of mental abuse I suffered at the hands of my parents.
At this point you're probably thinking what I thought for most of my life. "This girl's mom sounds like a monster" It wasn't until recently that my father's facade was irreversibly shattered in my eyes. M had come to me and asked "what would you say if I asked to be called unisex name". I told her "I wouldn't say anything. I'd just call you by the name you chose. I love you no matter what I call you. I will always love you no matter what. There's nothing in this world that will change that, especially not a name." In time M came to me and said "how would you react if I told you I like girls" I said "the same way I reacted when you wanted to change your name. I will always accept, support and love you, no matter what"
She had gone to my mom with the same questions and my mom had roughly the same response. My dad on the other hand had a much more viseral response. When the name was brought up, he hit the roof, yelling "I'm not having another kid try and change their name. That's stupid. You have a name." (L changed their name when they were in school and my father always hated it and still refuses to call L by their chosen name) When the topic of sexual preference was broached he'd just roll his eyes, huff and act like M was being stupid and childish. As I touched up on previously, M has severe panic attacks. I can relate because I also suffer from them and they were extremely bad around the same age that M is now. From things M had told me in passing I'm under the impression that she was being bullied at school. Every morning was a struggle. She would beg my parents to let her stay home. If it was up to my mom, she'd get frustrated and give in, saying "whatever. Do whatever you want. You do anyway. None of you ever listen to me or respect anything I say" and M would go lie in bed and call me crying that she "upset nana" If it were my dad however, he'd yell at her to get her @$$ in the car and that he wasn't dealing with her $ht. She would have full fledged panic attacks in the car to which he would yell and scream at her to knock off the teenage bllsh*t and to suck it up. One day he even threatened to institutionalize her if this behavior continued. She called me, mid breakdown, telling me everything that had happened and asked me "what even does that mean? Is he gonna lock me up in a psych ward because I'm having panic attacks?" I assured her that no one was doing any such thing. I then called my parents and tore into them for treating her like that. My skin was crawling, I was so appalled at his behavior.
He tries his best to mask his negativity and what I consider to be narcissistic tendencies. He went from being an angry alcoholic to being a sober helpful part of the church he attends. I told my mom recently that I believe he swapped one addiction for another. He portrays this happy healthy life and family all over social media, showing my kids off to the people at his church, claiming they're his kids. So much so to the point that I had attended a few services and people thought I was their sister, not their mom, because my dad refuses to refer to them as his grandchildren. He's even taken it so far as to claim that he BIRTHED them. I don't know what level of psychosis it takes for a man to claim that he carried two children in his womb, but that's besides the point.
Also to Ms detriment, he will tease her about her weight, her eating habits, her sleeping habits. He will also make snide comments about LGBTQ+ related and adjacent topics.
L, had also suffered this same emotional and mental abuse for years from our dad and subsequently my mom who is too scared of my dad to stand up for her own beliefs. L finally made the difficult decision to go no contact for their mental health. This was extra difficult for them because that meant they had less access to their nieces and nephew, but they had to do what was best for their mental state and they took a step back. At one point my dad had brought L up, calling them by their dead name and misgendering them. When M corrected my dad he scoffed and said "people who change their names and gender are just people who weren't loved enough as a child" M responded with "k.." and went to her room to call me, explaining how incredibly offensive that statement was, especially seeing as how that's his own child. She said "who's fault is it if L wasn't loved enough as a child?" (She's extremely aware for her age)
I got a phone call from A one afternoon. She was crying and told me "I'm just sad because I'm never going to see L again because she abandoned us." I asked who told her that and she said "papa said dead name abandoned us because she doesn't care about the family anymore" I explained that none of that was true and that L missed them very much, and wanted to see them very much.
I spoke to L regularly about the situation at hand, being as supportive as possible while trying to stay out of the family drama. After months of distancing themselves from our parents, they came to me for help and guidance. They wanted to have dinner with our parents to try and mend their relationships. However they were scared of the response they would receive, so I offered to be the buffer and reach out on their behalf.
My mom's response was perfect. She said "I would love to have dinner with them. Tell me when and where" My dad's response was less ideal. He said "we would love to have dinner with her. If she's ready to respect our family and our beliefs we would be happy to have dinner with her" I lost it on him. I told him that I was sick and tired of his behavior. He puts on a holier than thou facade but he doesn't actually act very christ like in reality. I pointed out that when the prodigal son returned he wasn't met with "are you ready to ahere to our rules and regulations now? Are you prepared to act the way that we want you to? If you are then you can come home, but if not, get out" he was welcomed home with open arms, regardless of anything he had done or said. He replied with "I had a gut feeling that I shouldn't have responded to that text. I should've listened to that gut instinct"
I've gone no contact with him since that argument, but as you can imagine, that was just the straw that broke the camel's back.
On mother's day, my dad was out of town but my girls went to church with my mom. There was a guest speaker who had an extremely antitrans message. The way my mom explained it was "if your kid comes out as trans, you're a failure as a mom" I was dumbfounded to hear that they'd have a message like that at all, but especially on mother's day, shaming parents, but specifically mom's, into rejecting their children's self identification, as if one person has control over another person's identity. M told me she didn't ever want to go back. I told her I understood and I'd do my best to make sure she didn't have to.
Today is my birthday and my girls are coming over. M texted me this morning saying "I'm getting ready for church. I was told that if I wanted to go to my mom's house, I had to go to church first" This used to be a place that she felt safe and happy in and now it's become a place of contention for her. She'll ask my mom if she can stay home (never my dad) and although my mom usually caves and lets her stay home, it's always with some stipulation.
My dad is a controlling, manipulative, homophobic, close minded fraud of a Christian who is emotionally and mentally harming and abusing my children, and my mom isn't much safer for either of them, always siding with my dad out of fear and exhaustion.
I desperately want to remove them from this situation and regain full custody but I don't know where to start. I work two jobs in order to make ends meet. I'm behind on my rent. I have to take buses and Ubers everywhere I go. I have a very small two bedroom apartment (the girls each have their own rooms at my parents house). They have friends and a sense of community where they are, with a nice sized backyard, a trampoline, two of my three siblings are close by so they get to see their cousins daily. I don't want to rip them away from the only home they've known for years. I don't want to uproot them and disrupt the little amount of structure they do have. I don't even know how I would manage two jobs as well as a 10 and a 12 year old, but I also don't want to leave them in this toxic suffocating and damaging environment when all along I thought it was a better and safer environment for them than what I had to offer.
I feel like I'm still brainwashed to some extent by my parents, second guessing my abilities as a mom. Telling myself I'm not capable of the things I need to do for these girls. I'm at a loss for what to do at this point. Do I fight for custody back? Do I leave them as they are? Do I continue to try and advocate for them even though it either falls on deaf ears or makes matters so much worse, because that frustration is then taken out on my kids?

“Hey Raz, I got one!” Raz’s voice was cut by static as he called back, “Great! …at quarry …die.” Well, that wasn’t ominous at all, I thought to myself as I adjusted the rear-view mirror to check on the operator I had just blown past. They were doubled over coughing, their gas mask swayed side to side on the ground next to their feet. I don’t know what compelled me to not flatten what I had thought to be an AQ soldier, but I’m glad I didn’t.
I slammed my hummer in reverse, coming to a stop next to the helpless operator. “Hop in bud, we can get you to final exfill yet.” He slowly hauled himself into the bed of my hummer, landing with a dull thud and a groan as he fell onto his back. We cleared the gas, and I was immediately put on edge as my passenger started to gain consciousness. If he was planning anything nefarious, there wasn’t much I could do about it now. “You good back there? Normally I’d stop to send an invite but given the situation that might have just caused more problems.” He leaned through the non-existent rear window, “Nah, I understand man. When we get further from the gas we can stop and squad up. Don’t need to risk lighting each other up if things get hot at the exfill.” I couldn’t help but chuckle, “I don’t think that would be much of an issue regardless. Hey, we didn’t leave any of your friends back there, did we? I know we peeled out pretty quick.” I saw him shake his head and point to our left in the rear-view mirror. “We got split up, but they were running for a car, so I wasn’t too worried.” I followed his finger, a white hatchback cruised along parallel to us, swerving through buildings trying not to eat too many AQ bullets. “Hey boys, Dutch here is gonna roll with us to final. We’ll squad up when we get there.” I was barely able to make out one of his squad mates call out “Tight!” over his earpiece.
“Hey, listen, I’ve got friend I’m rolling with. His name’s Raz, he’s gonna meet us at final. If you see a red, white, and blue LTV, don’t shoot alright.” Raz chimed in, his radio finally clear of the static, “That’s very kind of you to tell them not to shoot me Dutch.” Before I could respond, a black turreted LTV slid out of Said City ahead of us. “Is that your boy Dutch?” I wanted to give my passenger the benefit of the doubt, it is windy in the box after all, he might not have heard me. “Nah man, wrong colour, and he didn’t have a turreted LTV last I saw.” The black LTV continued North along the main road as we cut away into the quarry proper. “Raz, company is headed your way. Looks like it’s just a solo in that truck but you can never be too careful.” “Thanks for the heads up Dutch.”
I rolled to a stop at the base of the helicopter ramp, gently flattening a couple of AQ who were getting a little to close to the bird for comfort, just shy of the battery running dry. The other two operators in the hatchback slid to a stop just down the hill from us. I got out of the hummer, a tad worried that my good fortune was about to come to an end at the hands of these fellas. As they ran up the hill, the notification finally popped. I accepted and ran down the hill to grab the hatchback, breathing a sigh of relief. “Wait, where you goin’ Dutch?” One of my clients called out. “Raz and I will run interference while we wait for the chopper to take off. Any AQ or unfriendly operators are gonna have to go through us.” “You keep talking about this Raz guy, but I’ve yet to see anyone other than that black LTV.” Almost on queue, a black LTV flew up the hill narrowly missing my hatchback. My clients went into a frenzy. “Operators pushing us! Take ‘em down!” The LTV spun in the sand in front of me, a glorious and perfectly oiled moustache glinting in the Al Mazrah sun. “Hold your fire! It’s Raz!” I called from below my clients. I sent an invite to him which he had hopped out and accepted faster than any of these guys could pull the trigger. “You see the operator that was in that earlier?” Raz shook his head, “No, I pulled up on it and they were gone. Must be out on foot somewhere.”
With 5 seconds left on the clock, there wasn’t enough time to go find them, our clients now panicking as they realized we weren’t on the bird. “What are you two doing?!” They shouted from the air as we waved goodbye. “Al Mazrah is our home gentlemen. That bird was never meant for us.” I gave Raz a pat on the shoulder as the gas rapidly approached, another successful day had come to a close.
The clack of a Kastov charging handle was almost unmistakable. We both turned to see the operator from the LTV standing there, rifle honed on us. “Well shit.” Their rifle dropped towards the dirt as they looked back over their shoulder at the nearly out of sight exfill chopper. They pushed through us, wandering towards the North side of the quarry. Raz and I locked eyes, shrugging in unison. That was one of those moments where we really wouldn’t have blamed them for their decision, whatever it might have been. “We better get back to HQ, Compton said I.T dropped off something for you.” Raz said as the gas engulfed us.
“I’m going back to the island boss.” My hands were shaking as I gripped the file folder that I.T had left for me. “Twitch.” “He’s back, it took him a bit, but he’s managed to re-take the castle and hunker down since we last saw him. And if he’s back then we might finally be able to get some proper intel on those blue tracers, direct from the source.” I handed the folder to Raz. He took it, turning to no doubt address the rest of the crew. I grabbed his shoulder, stopping him before he could speak. “Not everybody, not this time. They’ve doubled the defences; we’d be walking into a slaughterhouse.” “Well, you can’t go in there alone, we look out for our own Dutch, you know that.” Raz’s brow tightened, I could tell he was already trying to figure out what my plan was. “I’m bringing Maze and Alex. They’ll provide sniper cover while I infiltrate the castle. I still have my old uniform. As long as they haven’t drastically changed up their callsigns, I should be able to get in undetected.” I could tell Raz wasn’t convinced. “Dutch, like you said, you’d be walking into a slaughterhouse. How does you going in solo make that any better.” “After what happened in the complex…I’m not putting anyone else at risk, I can’t. The Bomb Maker…Twitch, I’ve gotta face him myself. Look him in the eyes so he knows I crawled out of Hell to drag him back down there.” “Alright, I couldn’t really stop you if I wanted to, could I?” Raz shrugged. “No, not unless you shot me, and honestly, I’d take those odds.” I punched his shoulder and started heading for the breakroom to grab Maze and Alex. “You keep that up I’ll be moving you back out to that sea can of yours.” Raz smirked.
The locks took a bit of fighting to get open. While this footlocker had only been on Ashika Island for a few months, the constant spray of salt water had worn away what little integrity it once had. The black uniform, emblazoned with the Rook and Spade of Shadow Company, was still in excellent condition, save for a bullet hole just under where the plate carrier would sit. I paused for a moment, holding it up in the air, memories of the past flooding in. “Not a lot of fond memories in that uniform I take it.” Maze called out from the catwalk in our home away from home. “I think part of the problem is that there are good memories. It’s a little concerning that such fond memories can hide out amongst so much evil.” “We’ve all done things we aren’t proud of. Some of us just did things other people also wouldn’t be proud of either.” Alex chuckled to himself as he cleaned his rifle on the cot next to me. I grimaced, mostly because he was right. I slipped into the old black fatigues and strapped on my old plate carrier. My weapons were all still intact too, I pulled my Taq-56 out of the footlocker, running my fingers over the engraving in the side, ROOK-XLIV. I cycled the charging handle a few times before loading in a fresh magazine and setting it on the cot next to me. I pulled out a pistol belt, two pearl handled revolvers, one with an ebony Rook on the grip, the other, an ebony Spade. Umbra Catavae engraved along each barrel. Maze had come down from the rafters now, a look of mixed intrigue and concern on her face, “I take it those don’t invoke fond memories.” I had done a poor job of hiding my look of disgust. “No, unfortunately they do.” I felt a wave of guilt wash over me. “Each of these was given to me for completing outstanding performance in the field. I did things I’m not proud of, and I was rewarded for it, handsomely. Holding these in my hands, I feel the same pride I had felt when they were first handed to me. It makes me sick.” I strapped the belt around my waist. The pearl handles shining against my all black silhouette. Alex piped up again, “Hey, at least you are trying to make amends for your sins, not many can say the same.” I let out a long sigh, “I suppose you’re right. You both remember the plan?” “Get to the radio towers and start lighting the place up when shit inevitably hits the fan.” Maze grinned. “Close enough.” I pulled my balaclava up and headed for the door.
The guard at the gate didn’t immediately shoot me which gave me some spark of hope that this might work. “In position!” Alex and Maze called out almost simultaneously. “Jinx, you owe me a beer!” Maze rejoiced. “What? Why would I give you a beer for that?” Alex sounded genuinely confused. “Hey, cut the chatter you two, don’t need to give them any reason to not let me in alright.” The guard held up his hand. “I don’t recognize you, let’s see your I.D.” I held up my old I.D card. “Well I’ll be damned, look who crawled out if his grave.” He pulled my mask down to confirm. “You look pretty good for a corpse, though your I.D card is out of regulation. You might want to stop by the I.T guy to get a new one made.” “Thanks, I’ll head right over.” The first thought that came to my mind was Bob. There’s no way he still worked for these assholes, is there.
“You used your old I.D?! You mad man!” Maze cackled over the radio. “Ok, I’ll admit, this wasn’t my greatest plan. I honestly thought they’d just capture me after seeing who I was.” Alex cut me off, “Go with the flow I suppose.” “Spade-499 up one-two.” The local radio channel began to drown out my squad’s comms. “Rook-3468 down one-one” “This is some odd radio traffic Dutch.” Alex quipped. I watched as a Shadow Company mercenary approached a stairwell, each step primed and ready to pop a leg off whichever unfortunate soul chose to ascend. “Spade-5454 up one-two.” “It’s how they know to deactivate the traps.” I whispered into our secure line. I approached the same stairwell. “Rook-44 up one-two.” I could hear the traps audibly click off. The guard at the to put his hand out as I reached the top step. “Sorry, no ghosts allowed on the second floor.” “Ghost? What…” He bent over laughing. “I’m just messing with you man. They said you died holding off the ULF while Bob and Twitch escaped, going out in a blaze of glory. Clearly, they didn’t have their facts straight. Glad to have you back.” I’m glad I had the balaclava on because I was struggling to hide my confusion. Last I checked I was the scape goat for the largest backstab in Shadow Company history, not a hero. I was never a hero when I worked for them. “I take it you are going to see the boss, call up two-zero, we don’t want people to be just guess on the fly, just in case someone tries to sneak in.” If only he knew.
“We don’t have eyes up there Dutch. Whatever happens, you’re on your own.” I could hear a tinge of worry in Alex’s voice. “Just make sure whoever is in here doesn’t get reinforcements.” “You got it!” Alex and Maze both called out in unison. “Jinx, you owe me another beer.” “There’s free beer at headquarters, why would I owe you a beer for that.” Alex called back clearly still confused. “Radio silence please. I’ve got a rat to kill.” I took a deep breath, pulling my Bryson from its sheath, the chrome exterior brushed over with a dull grey to blend in. “Rook-44 up two-zero.”
“Well, well, well. I was wondering when I’d see you again after our last encounter. Urzikstan and Al Mazrah clearly hadn’t kicked your ass enough so you decided to come crawling back to me for another round.” The traps clicked off. “Come on up, I’ve been looking forward to this.” I slowly ascended, keeping my Bryson trained at the top of the stairs, my eyes scanning each stair for an actual trap. As I crested the stairwell, my eyes were immediately drawn to him. His back turned to me, Trophy Systems whirring and clicking around him. “I missed you Dutch. Well, the old you. The one that would shoot through a hostage just to prove a point, the one that would dangle captives from buildings by their collar until they squawked like a bird, and then still dropped them anyways. I miss the Dutch that smoked Keller because his gas mask worked and yours didn’t when we those crazy Russian’s tried to hit us with mustard gas. I still get a little nauseous when I think about you peeling his face out of there.” “I’ve changed Twitch, I’ve moved past all that. I found a calling that doesn’t require me to be a conniving bastard.” Twitch laughed as he turned around, his hands empty. I kept my Bryson trained on him. “That’s what you think I am huh? I prefer shrewd businessman, but if that’s what helps you sleep at night.” He walked to one of the barred windows. “You really think what you and those taxi driving hooligans are doing matters?” “Clearly it does, or you and the Chemist wouldn’t be working so hard to sabotage us.” I took a few steps towards him. “Well, I suppose it matters to one of us. The Chemist and Raz go way back, but you know that. What I care about is the money, and I get a lot of money for helping that crazy bastard try to wipe out your little band of Merry Men.” “And Women. This guy just loves the sound of his own voice. Can I remove his head already? He’s looking right at me, practically begging me to pull the trigger.” I could hear the contempt in Maze’s voice. Twitch always did love a monologue. “You can still fix your mistakes Twitch. Gives us what info you have on those tracers of yours and I might consider not killing you.” I snarled. “When you went soft Dutch, you lost any respect I might have had for you. We are long past the point where you can intimidate me. Besides, any info I did have, is with the Chemist. He paid a handsome sum to get the formula, and really, it was becoming a logistical nightmare to ship enough of those little blue gems across the sea. Better for everyone to have it made close to the front lines.”
“Spade-101 up two-zero.” Bob’s voice cut through the tension. “Well I’ll be, it looks like we are gonna have a little family reunion.” Bob’s head poked up the stairs, “Hey boss, another server bank has shorted out from the sea air, I told you we should invest in better waterproofing the housings but if you still…” He trailed off as I dropped my Bryson, the sling catching it just before it hit the ground, and drawing my two revolvers. “Oh, hey Dutch. Nice to see you too.” Bob stammered. I cocked the hammer on each one, keeping one trained on each of my old squad mates. “Really Bob? Really! I understand you sticking around the day of the heist. But now? After everything that Shadow Company has done to these countries. To its own people.” Before he could respond, a siren blared over the intercom system. “Defensive positions! Hostile operators have breached the perimeter.” “Dutch you’ve got six operators approaching the castle, I think it’s time to bounce.” Maze was drowned out by her own gun fire, her Signal .50 raining death into the courtyard. “Looks like our time is up here Dutch. Since you clearly don’t have los cojones to pull the trigger, you might as well see yourself out, and let me and my men handle this.”
“Fuck it.” The hammer of the first revolver slammed down, dropping Bob instantly. I turned to face Twitch, his face a mix of surprise and pride. “Maybe I was wrong, the old Dutch still lives.” I charged forward, tackling him through the window and off the roof. Both of us lay on the ground, groaning as the chorus of gunfire roared around us. He dove for one of my pistols, but unfortunately for him, I had managed to hold on to the other, putting a round through his arm just before he could grab the gun. He rolled out of the way of the second round, bringing his one working hand up to the radio on his chest. The explosion from the castle threw both of us across the courtyard, debris raining down around us. I felt like I was reliving one of the worst days of my life all over again. I hauled myself to my feet, Shadow Company mercenaries and operators wandered aimlessly through the ashes. Everyone seemed too disoriented to fight. “I think it’s time to leave Dutch.” “I second that.” Maze and Alex were barely audible over the ringing in my ears. “Regroup at the boat. If I’m not there in 5, go without me.” I never heard a response, even if they tried, they wouldn’t have convinced me to leave, not with him still breathing.
I combed through the smoke and fire, carefully checking every nook and cranny I came across but the slippery rat was nowhere to be seen. “Looks like you 3 aren’t thick as thieves after all, eh Dutch. Poor Alex here was left all alone on the beach, no boat to be seen.” Twitch was sucking in air between words, no doubt kept standing by adrenaline. “You lay a finger on him, and I’ll make you wish you had died in that explosion.” I spat into my mic. “Don’t make me wait too long.”
I limped over a hill towards the beach where we were supposed to regroup. “Alex! Where’s Maze?” I called out as I stumbled down the sand bank. Alex didn’t respond, his head held in a tight headlock by Twitch, my second pistol against his temple. “She abandoned you both, and now I get the pleasure of killing you both after yet another betrayal. When will you learn Dutch. This world is a cruel place. Only the strong survive, clearly Maze knew that.” Twitch cut me off before I could retort. “Save the fight me with honour B.S that I know you are gonna spew.” I’m gonna kill you and your buddy and salvage what little I can of this operation. Then maybe retire to Cuba. I do love a good cigar.” “Adios, pendejo!” Alex brought his arm down, the knife concealed in his hand connecting with Twitch’s thigh. Twitch let out a high-pitched yelp, letting loose a round from the revolver which narrowly grazed Alex’s hair. Alex dove into the sand right as Twitch’s shoulder exploded in a pink mist followed shortly by the unmistakable crack of Maze’s Signal .50. I squinted trying to see where the shot came from, all I caught was the glint from her scope in the sun, the boat hardly visible in the rolling surf.
I limped forward, Bryson in hand, chrome starting to show through the worn grey paint. I kicked the revolver away from Twitch, placing a boot on his chest and the barrel of my Bryson against his forehead. He began to mumble and cry, hardly able to string together an understandable sentence. “Save it, you’re gonna need your energy for what comes next.” Our boat slammed into the shore, Maze hopping off, rifle raised and ready. “Oh shit I actually hit that!” “I’m not gonna lie, I thought you’d actually just bailed.” I laughed as she helped Alex to his feet. “You still go those claymores?” I asked Maze as Twitch continued to writhe in panic under my boot. “You wanted the old Dutch, eh Twitch. Ask and you shall receive.” Maze handed me the claymores, while Alex kept sidearm pointed at Twitch. I planted 4 around him, just far enough away that they wouldn’t go off unless he moved. I drew one of my revolvers, popping the cylinder out and emptying all but one round. I gave the cylinder a spin before flicking it closed. I tossed the revolver at Twitch. “Don’t waste that on me. You’ll only regret it in about an hour.” I took my other revolver, and hurled it towards the sea, the pearl grip glinting in the sun as it spun through the air, disappearing into the crashing waves. “Good riddance.” I sighed, that chapter of my life finally ended. Twitch was silent, his whimpering now just deep, laboured breathing. I turned back before I stepped onto the boat, watching as his hand slowly moved to the pistol in the sand next to him. “Well played Dutch, well played.”

• How old are you? What's your gender? Give us a general description of yourself.
I'm a 20y.o female. I'm
• Is there a medical diagnosis that may impact your mental stability somehow?
No
• Describe your upbringing. Did it have any kind of religious or structured influence? How did you respond to it?
My parents are religious but I'm not. I pretty open about it, I don't believe in any specific god but I do believe there is a god or maybe even gods.
• What do you do as a job or as a career (if you have one)? Do you like it? Why or why not?
I just graduated from a bachelor's degree in Chinese language. I will then continue my studies with a master's degree in marketing. I love languages and I love Chinese, but I don't see myself as a teacher (I don't like it and I'm not good at it), and I do like translation but that isn't a good job for the future, so that's why I chose a master's degree in marketing. As I know languages and I'm creative, plus, I wish to find a career that wouldn't disappear in the near future, I didn't chose it for passion no.
• If you had to spend an entire weekend by yourself, how would you feel? Would you feel lonely or refreshed?
A weekend is okay, I would feel good, I don't mind being alone and doing my own stuff. I often go traveling alone btw. But I do feel lonely pretty often, so more than a weekend would make me feel lonely.
• What kinds of activities do you prefer? Do you like, and are you good at sports? Do you enjoy any other outdoor or indoor activities?
I like to study honestly haha. Otherwise, drawing, reading, hanging out with my friends, traveling, visit museums... I go to the gym to be in good health, but I wouldn't say I like it, moreover I absolutely hate team sports. I enjoy both indoor and outdoor activities.
• How curious are you? Do you have more ideas then you can execute? What are your curiosities about? What are your ideas about - is it environmental or conceptual, and can you please elaborate?
I'm pretty curious about people, what they think, what they do. Sometimes I can just spend a whole hour thinking about what a person I know could be doing right now, they are not even my friend, and I don't even mind knowing what they were really doing, I just find thinking about it pretty fun. Otherwise I'm also curious about the world and some common knowledge. I wouldn't say I have more ideas that I cna execute though, I have lots of friends like this and it quite irritates me when they are all talk no action...
• Would you enjoy taking on a leadership position? Do you think you would be good at it? What would your leadership style be?
I like to have control over a situation, I like to give ideas in a team work and wish people could follow them. However I'm way too anxious to take a leadership position.
• Are you coordinated? Why do you feel as if you are or are not? Do you enjoy working with your hands in some form? Describe your activity?
I'm not. I'm pretty oblivious to my surroundings and I feel like I have no control over my body. However I'm a pretty good artist, I know how to draw and paint well. That's all though. I'm the worst at dancing.
• Are you artistic? If yes, describe your art? If you are not particular artistic but can appreciate art please likewise describe what forums of art you enjoy. Please explain your answer.
I love impressionism!!! Lots of colors! I hate how cliché this sounds but I do enjoy Van Gogh's works the most, they make me feel something. But I don't think the art I make is even close to impressionism, I things I like and the things I do are pretty different I think.
• What's your opinion about the past, present, and future? How do you deal with them?
I am always feeling nostalgic, it's terrible. Sometimes I can't sleep just because I'm thinking about a good memory I had, and I would feel so terrible and cry because I know it won't happen again. The worst is that my memory is so good, so sometimes I replay some moments I had in my life and feel terrible about it. I don't like the past. As for the future, it's difficult... I had a moment in my life when I was really hopeless, and wouldn't even try to think about the future or I would just think about negative outcomes. Now though, I am very hopeful, and I have looots of ideas about the future, lots of things I could do, lots of places I could go to. But I never ever had thoughts like "in the future, I want a xxx husband, with a big house, 3 kids and a dog" my ideas are never this detailed.
I guess in short I usually live in the present, but if I feel bad/hopeless, I wouldn't think about the future, or think only negatively about it, and rather spend my time thinking about the past and how good it was, only to feel sad and even more desperate because I will never experience these moments again...
• How do you act when others request your help to do something (anything)? If you would decide to help them, why would you do so?
Honestly, it makes me feel very uncomfortable. Even though I like to help people and always agree to help, when people directly ask for my help it makes me a little upset, and helping them would depend on my mood and on who they are, and also the task they need help with.
• Do you need logical consistency in your life?
No not really, I'm more of an emotional person. However, when it comes to making a rather important decision, I prefer to listen to my head than my heart.
• How important is efficiency and productivity to you?
Very important. I always try to do something everyday and feel bad if I haven't done anything productive. I have my own vision of productivity though, so spending a day hanging out with my friends is productive, as social relationships also need to be taken care of.
• Do you control others, even if indirectly? How and why do you do that?
I don't think so?
• What are your hobbies? Why do you like them?
I like studying, mostly languages, drawing, hanging out with friends, traveling, watching tv, listening to music
• What is your learning style? What kind of learning environments do you struggle with most? Why do you like/struggle with these learning styles? Do you prefer classes involving memorization, logic, creativity, or your physical senses?
I have a good memory so I don't really struggle with studying. I can study on my own at home, in a café or with friends, it doesn't matter.
• How good are you at strategizing? Do you easily break up projects into manageable tasks? Or do you have a tendency to wing projects and improvise as you go?
Pretty good actually, I'm always the one making plans and trying to make it the most efficient possible to make the most out of my time. But I have no problem improvising and do quite like it when I feel lazy actually haha. Planning is more like a hobby, something I do for fun, but I don't constantly need it.
• What are your aspirations in life, professionally and personally?
I wish I could just have a job I could do online, so that I can go discover the world and make money at the same time.
• What are your fears? What makes you uncomfortable? What do you hate? Why?
I fear missing out, things not turning out the way I want them in my head. Also, I hate insects.
• What do the "highs" in your life look like?
Me traveling, speaking multiple languages, doing what I want to and not being limited by people, I still want a lot of people in my life though.
• What do the "lows" in your life look like?
Doing something I despise, being poor and asking people for help.
• How attached are you to reality? Do you daydream often, or do you pay attention to what's around you? If you do daydream, are you aware of your surroundings while you do so?
I often daydream about real things. I don't really pay attention to the world around me when I do so though, which I actually don't like as I wish I would stop overthinking and just enjoy the moment and the things I see, especially when I travel. I could visit a new place while thinking about something else and then feel like I haven't visited anything.
• Imagine you are alone in a blank, empty room. There is nothing for you to do and no one to talk to. What do you think about?
I would think about way too many things, why I'm here, what's going on outside, how to escape, and is it really a good idea to escape, etc.
• How long do you take to make an important decision? And do you change your mind once you've made it?
I make decisions pretty fast, and often change my mind afterwards lol
• How long do you take to process your emotions? How important are emotions in your life?
I'm t.e.r.r.i.b.l.e with emotions, I noticed that after starting a relationship with a very emotionally intelligent person. When I feel upset, I would completely shut down, I won't be able to talk at all, and feel a blank in my head, I just become dumb. The worse is when I'm angry, I'm like a bomb ready to explode, at this moment I would be mean to people close to me, and then feel bad about it and hurt myself. When I'm happy, I can't really feel it with my body, I'm not so excited or anything like other people, but I know that I'm happy, other people though, would ask me why I have such a sad face haha... I think emotions are really really important though!!
• Do you ever catch yourself agreeing with others just to appease them and keep the conversation going? How often? Why?
Yes, very often, when I'm not close to them and fear to ruin a new relationship.
• Do you break rules often? Do you think authority should be challenged, or that they know better? If you do break rules, why?
I don't think authority should be challenged, nor that they know better, I don't really care. I do sometimes break the rules when I'm having fun, but that's really rare though.
I hope you have an idea of my type and could give me some feedback :)

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Understanding Anxiety
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• What is anxiety?

According to the American Psychological Association (APA), Anxiety is an emotion characterized by feelings of tension, worried thoughts, and physical changes like increased blood pressure.
People with anxiety disorders usually have recurring intrusive thoughts or concerns. They may avoid certain situations out of worry. They may also have physical symptoms such as sweating, trembling, dizziness, or a rapid heartbeat.
Anxiety is not the same as fear, but they are often used interchangeably. Anxiety is considered a future-oriented, long-acting response broadly focused on a diffuse threat, whereas fear is an appropriate, present-oriented, and short-lived response to a clearly identifiable and specific threat.
In my own words, anxiety is something that we all could possibly experience. We may be experiencing it right now, but we don’t know that it’s actually anxiety and maybe we’re just nervous or rather, something else far more serious.
It is natural to feel anxious from time to time. People with anxiety disorders, on the other hand, usually experience strong, excessive, and persistent concern and terror about ordinary events. Anxiety disorders sometimes feature recurring bouts of acute anxiety, dread, or terror that reach a climax within minutes (panic attacks). Anxiety and panic disrupt everyday activities, are difficult to regulate, out of proportion to the real risk, and can linger for a long period. To escape unpleasant sensations, you may avoid locations or circumstances. Symptoms may appear in childhood or adolescence and persist throughout maturity.
Anxiety disorders are a collection of mental health illnesses characterized by emotions of dread, concern, and apprehension that are excessive and persistent. The following are only some of the several forms of anxiety disorders:

1. Generalized Anxiety Disorder (GAD): You may have generalized anxiety disorder if you frequently worry for no apparent cause. GAD indicates that you are continually worried and unable to manage your worrying. GAD is diagnosed by healthcare experts when you worry on most days for at least 6 months. Worrying about your health, money, family, or work may be something you're so used to that you assume it's simply "how you are." While everyone worries about these things now and again, expecting the worse might make it difficult to live a regular life.

GAD symptoms might occur as a side effect of medication or drug usage. It may also be associated with medical diseases that elevate hormones, such as hyperthyroidism. This might cause the body to become more excitable. Family or environmental stress might set off the specified anxiety disorder. It can also be triggered by chronic sickness or disease.

1. Panic Disorder: Recurrent and sudden panic attacks describe panic disorder. Panic attacks are unexpected bouts of acute anxiety or discomfort accompanied by physical symptoms such as a racing heart, shortness of breath, dizziness, shaking, and a fear of losing control or dying. People suffering from panic disorder frequently live in terror of having another panic episode.

Panic attacks usually start quickly and without notice. They may happen at any time, whether you're driving, in the mall, asleep, or in the middle of a business meeting. You may get panic episodes on occasion or on a regular basis.

1. Social Anxiety Disorder: Social anxiety disorder is characterized by an acute fear of social interactions as well as a worry of being criticized or humiliated by others. People who suffer from social anxiety may avoid or experience considerable difficulty during social encounters. It can have a substantial influence on a person's ability to participate in daily activities or maintain relationships.

A person suffering from social anxiety disorder may have a mild, moderate, or severe case. Some persons with social anxiety only have symptoms in one sort of setting, such as eating in front of others or performing in front of others, but others have symptoms in numerous or all forms of social contact.

1. Specific Phobias: One of the primary criteria for identifying a phobia is that it is life-limiting in nature.2 Depending on the nature of your fear, you may find it difficult to do errands, go out with friends, or even make it to work every day. To put it another way, a certain phobia can have a huge impact on your education, profession, and general quality of life.

The out-of-control sensation is one of the most distressing emotional aspects of a phobia. You may recognize that your fear is unreasonable and/or overwhelming, yet no matter how hard you try, you are unable to overcome it. You are not alone if you imagine what your life would be like if you could just go about your everyday activities without fear of encountering that certain thing or event.

1. Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder (OCD): It is a mental disease in which you have recurring unwanted thoughts and feelings (obsessions) that lead you to conduct repetitive activities (compulsions). Repeated activities can drastically disrupt social relationships and everyday work. Obsessions are persistent, unwelcome, and intrusive thoughts that lead to repetitive behavioral or mental acts (compulsions) aimed at decreasing anxiety or averting a dreaded result. Obsessions and compulsions may drastically disrupt daily living.

Everyone has obsessions and compulsions at some time in their lives. It's normal to double-check the stove or the locks, for example. People also casually use the terms "obsessing" and "obsessed" in regular discussions. However, OCD is more severe. It can consume hours of a person's time. It interferes with daily life and activities. Obsessions in OCD are unwelcome, and persons with OCD dislike engaging in obsessive activities.

1. Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD): PTSD can develop because of seeing or experiencing a stressful incident. Intrusive thoughts, nightmares, flashbacks, and acute emotional discomfort are all symptoms. Individuals suffering from PTSD may also avoid reliving the event and exhibit hyperarousal symptoms such as anger, hypervigilance, and an increased startle reaction.

Symptoms may occur within one month of a stressful experience, but they may not appear until years afterwards. These symptoms produce substantial challenges in social or occupational settings, as well as in relationships. They can also impair your capacity to carry out your routine everyday responsibilities. There are four categories of PTSD symptoms: intrusive memories, avoidance, unfavorable changes in thought and attitude, and changes in physical and emotional reactions. Symptoms may change over time or from person to person.

1. Separation Anxiety Disorder: Separation anxiety disorder is most common in youngsters and is defined by extreme worry over being separated from parents or caregivers. When away from their attachment figures, children may suffer excessive concern, fear, or sadness and may display clinging behavior.

It is natural to feel anxious when away from security items and comfort zones. Around the age of three to four, social anxiety can become a significant issue. When separation anxiety becomes excessive and starts interfering with regular activities like going to school or work, it is conceivable that these natural fears have progressed into a clinical case of separation anxiety disorder.
Although, it’s crucial to remember that these are only some of the primary anxiety disorders; people might have numerous anxiety disorders at the same time or have symptoms that don't fit neatly into one category. A skilled mental health practitioner should make a correct diagnosis and treatment strategy.
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• How does anxiety affect our mind and body?

Anxiety is both a mental and physical state of negative anticipation, marked by heightened alertness and negative expectations compounded into concern and manifested physically by the activation of many body systems, all to aid in coping with an unknown or bad scenario.
It is a defensive state ruled over by fear nerve circuits and triggered by misinterpretation or overestimation of threats from the environment, the interior world of the body, or the inner world of cognition. Anxiety is a normal reaction to danger, and the discomfort it causes is intended to draw attention and motivate a defensive response. Too frequently, however, the anxiety is excessive, prolonged, or inappropriate to what triggered it, and it interferes with daily functioning—or puts in motion maladaptive behaviors, ranging from avoidance of threat-generating circumstances to drug use, to alleviate the pain of worry.
Scientifically speaking, When the amygdala recognizes incoming information as a threat—or, due to hyperreactivity, rushes to that conclusion even when there is no threat—it emits an alarm, alerting many other parts of the brain to prepare for protective action. It acts as though your life is in danger. The signal is relayed neural and hormonally by the hypothalamus, triggering the stress reaction. The heart rate rises. The heart rate increases. Breathing becomes more rapid. Areas of the brain stem activate, putting you on high alert and attentiveness. The hippocampus, or memory center, uses prior experience to try to contextualize the nature of the threat. The prefrontal cortex, which receives all of the information needed to make a coherent interpretation of events and orchestrate an appropriate behavioral response, has the ability to reduce or enhance the perception of threat and degree of discomfort. The amygdala effectively overpowers the prefrontal cortex in the anxious brain, whether due to overexcitability of the stress response system, activity of different neurochemicals, abnormalities in nerve circuitry, or inactivation of certain cell populations in the prefrontal cortex. (Psychology Today 2023).
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• What are the coping strategies for daily life?

Every individual has their own different types of ways on how to deal of this disorder whenever it strikes. I would like to share to all my fellow readers some ways of how I cope up with my anxiety and other people’s ideas that I found based on the internet.

1. Question your thought pattern
   
2. Practice deep breathing
   
3. Keep a journal
   
4. Aromatherapy
   
5. Exercising/Working out
   
6. Grounding Techniques
   
7. Identify your triggers
   
8. Therapy
   
9. Meditate
   
10. Socialize
    
11. Staying active
    
12. Eating correctly/Healthy Diet
    

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• Creating a Supportive Community

An open conversation about anxiety experiences is critical for establishing understanding, empathy, and support among individuals. Anxiety is a widespread mental health illness that affects millions of people worldwide, and talking about our experiences may help break down the stigma associated with it and bring comfort to those who are experiencing similar difficulties. Remember that open conversation about anxiety should always promote sensitivity, respect, and secrecy. It is critical to establish an environment in which people feel secure and supported as they share their tales and problems.
To summarize, anxiety is a difficult and complex feeling that affects millions of individuals globally. It might feel overpowering and suffocating, but keep in mind that you are not alone. There are excellent coping methods and tools available to assist you in overcoming anxiety and regaining control of your life.
First and foremost, self-care is critical in anxiety management. Taking care of your physical health by exercising frequently, eating healthily, and sleeping sufficiently may have a big influence on your mental health. Additionally, adopting relaxation techniques into your daily routine, such as deep breathing exercises, meditation, or yoga, can help reduce tension and anxiety.
It is also critical to establish a support network. Reach out to friends, relatives, or a therapist who can listen and provide advice. Sharing your thoughts and feelings with others might provide relief and help you gain perspective.
Cognitive-behavioral therapy (CBT) is a highly effective anxiety treatment. It focuses on detecting and changing negative thought patterns with more positive and realistic ones. Seeking expert assistance from a CBT therapist can equip you with the tools and techniques you need to combat anxious thoughts and create coping mechanisms.
Remember to be patient and nice to yourself while you recuperate. It takes time to overcome worry, and setbacks are a normal part of the process. Celebrate your modest triumphs and recognize your progress, no matter how minor. Self-compassion is important, as is reminding yourself that you are trying your best.
Finally, never be afraid to seek assistance when you need it. Consult a mental health expert if your anxiety becomes unbearable or interferes with your everyday life. They can give individualized advice and strategies to help you manage your anxiety successfully.
You may live a full life free of anxiety by actively working on your anxiety and applying healthy coping techniques. Remember that you have the ability to overcome worry and build a more promising future for yourself. Believe in your own power, seek help, and enjoy the healing process.
Remember that you are not alone in this world, whether you’re healing or healed, you will always be supported. I stand with you!

Hi! We are raising money for our very sick cat so I'm trying to sell some of my books to the good people of Astoria. (We also have a GoFundMe for him here if anyone is so inclined.)
Delivery or pickup! I'm thinking $6 for each of the hardcovers and $4 for the paperbacks. Happy to give a 20% discount to anyone who buys 5, and willing to go even higher for people who buy more than that. (I'm crossing them off as people claim them, FYI.)
HARDCOVERS

• Hunger by Roxane Gay
• Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow by Gabrielle Zevin
• You've Been Played by Adrian Hon
• Can't Even: How Millennials Became the Burnout Generation by Anne Helen Petersen
• The Memory Police by Yoko Ogawa
• This Is Your Mind on Plants by Michael Pollan
• Intimacies by Katie Kitamura
• Let's Explore Diabetes with Owls by David Sedaris
• All the Rage: Mothers, Fathers, and the Myth of Equal Partnership by Darcy Lockman
• We Were Eight Years in Power by Ta-Nehisi Coates
• Between the World and Me by Ta-Nehisi Coates
• Endless Forms: The Secret World of Wasps by Seirian Summer

PAPERBACKS

• A Man Without a Country by Kurt Vonnegut
• Food Rules by Michael Pollan
• The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky
• Too Loud a Solitude by Bohumil Hrabal
• American Psycho by Bret Easton Ellis
• The Joy Luck Club by Amy Tan
• The Power of Habit by Charles Duhigg
• Half of a Yellow Sun by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
• The Plague by Albert Camus
• The Inner Level: How More Equal Societies Reduce Stress, Restore Sanity and Improve Everyone's Well-Being by Richard Wilkinson and Kate Pickett
• Hysterical: Why We Need to Talk About Women, Hormones, and Mental Health by Eleanor Morgan
• The Broom of the System by David Foster Wallace
• The Peacock Feast by Lisa Gornick
• Little Constructions by Anna Burns
• An Indigenous People's History of the United States by Roxanne Dunbar-Ortiz
• Men Explain Things to Me by Rebecca Solnit

The books are all in good-to-excellent condition. The hardcovers in particular are in great shape. Most have been purchased within the last few years and read only once or not at all. I have included some pictures of them but happy to send more if anyone has questions about a specific book.
I can legit deliver these books to you and will take cash or Venmo. No idea if this will work but willing to do anything for our boy! Please reach out if anything catches your eye.
ETA: I should note that I can only deliver if it's within walking distance of 36 St/28 Ave (so basically Astoria/LIC/Woodside). I don't have an unlimited Metrocard so using public transit wouldn't really be cost-effective unfortunately. But I love to walk and am happy to walk to you if possible!

When I first met her 8 years ago I thought she was gorgeous and that my cousin really lucked out because she was witty, incredibly smart and personable, charismatic,, super polite with all of our family, and in general just really fun to be around and visit with. They had an infant together(unplanned) which initiated their relationship. Knowing my cousin, I was pretty sure that their relationship still only existed because of the baby. Whatever though, not my place to voice disagreement of other people's choices.
The more I got to know her though, the more I liked her, and I mean really liked her. So much so that it was one of the largest reasons I broke up with my girlfriend at the time.
7 years ago they got engaged and even though there had never been anything between her and I, my gut hurt like a heartbreak and I realized just how much my feelings for her had snowballed into more than I bargained for. I was insanely jealous and thought about sabotaging their relationship because I wanted a chance with her. I never did it, but the thought crossed my mind and I felt like my cousin was not being honest with her. I knew he liked other women and shamelessly chased after then at bars or anytime she wasn't around.
Then 6 years ago, my cousin confided in me that he had been interested in the swinger lifestyle because he didn't want "just one pussy" the rest of his life and he was contemplating bringing it up with her, just not in the words he used with me of course. They weren't married yet. I encouraged him to, and not for selfish reasons. I honestly thought that if she loved him she would maybe consider his kink interest in swinging. If she gave him a hard no, then would he really want to spend the rest of his life with someone who wouldn't be compatible for him in the long run? I did hope to myself that maybe she'd realize she didn't have to be stuck with him. Idk. I thought it made sense.
Anyway. He proposed the lifestyle to her and she was not impressed but after a "little persuading" (him telling her he couldn't get married without at least trying it- painting her into a bit of a corner because I feel like he just manipulated her into an ultimatum) he tells me, she agreed to give it a try. Great. Just my fucking luck. Not only are they staying together but now I had to discreetly live with the information that my cousin doesn't really love or respect her, and that he doesn't care if she's actually interested in swinging or not, as long as he can have other women over or go fuck them whether she takes part or not. She's "free to do what she wants" he says, but I could tell over the next few months that she wasn't happy with him- and she didn't know he talked to me about it so I didn't know how to bring it up without embarrassing her and sticking my nose where it didn't belong.
About 6 months after he started sleeping with other women, they were visiting me for a long weekend when we all had a friday off work and they had a babysitter for the weekend.
We decided to re-live childhood fun by making a giant blanket fort to watch a movie in and order take out. My cousin insisted that we need popcorn and snacks so he was going to make a quick trip to the store. As he left, he joked that he knew his fiancee thought I was hot, and that I'd better take "really good care of her" before he gets back and winked at me. I laughed thinking he was just trying to make a cheesy joke but then he pulled out his phone and set an alarm, showing me, and said that I only had about 1 hour so I'd better "make it worth it". "Riiight" I said sarcastically, still trying to decide if he was joking or not as hr closed the door behind him.
She was in the living room still setting up the tent while he said this to me at the front door. I thought it was a really bizarre way to joke because he wasn't normally like that, and over the past 6 months he had told me she just simply didn't want to sleep with other people, but she was totally fine with him having side chicks. The thought crossed my mind that maybe he actually thought I would be willing to get involved sexually with her. I'd never told him about my feelings but between countless exchanged glances and moments, I had a pretty good idea that she knew I was at least a little sweet on her. Anyway, I walked the 15 feet down the hall back to the living room and rounded the corner to find her half naked, jeans draped on the sofa, pulling her shirt up slightly to expose her stomach. She said that my cousin let her know I was aware that they were swingers. (He failed to tell her that I knew she wasn't sleeping with other people, only he was). She said something like "Look, I could be totally wrong here so please stop me if I'm embarrassing myself further but I feel like you might be interested in me more than my cousin thinks, and if I'm not wrong then I think you should know that I'm attracted to you more than you probably think. I know this is so out of the blue and a bit awkward..."and I cut her off, wrapping a blanket around her. She immediately started apologizing and reached for her jeans but I told her no, don't apologize, just wait. I hugged her, all wrapped up in that blanket and told her look, let's talk.
I did not want to take advantage of this moment, internally though...... My cock had never been so hard so fast. All I though was No, this is not okay, this is not how I wanted to get her.
We sat down on the sofa, still in somewhat of a hug with her curled up against my side/chest and she admitted that they were opening up their relationship because he needed it, and she had permission to "fool around" with me.... if I was interested, but she actually hadn't met with anybody else, and then admitted that she's had eyes for me since we met but didn't know how to deal with that, especially because I had a girlfriend when we first met. I was jaw dropped. I admitted I've had feelings for her since shortly after we met, and those feelings were one of the reasons that my relationship with that gf had ended. We were silent for a minute, my arm still around her shoulders though and I was so very aware of her heartbeat as she was snuggled up to me. She leaned away from me a little, grabbed the free hand on my lap and looked up and me and said "I feel safe with you." Our eyes locked. That was the moment that sealed it. My heart skipped, my breath caught, everything stood still and she kissed me. WOW. I was shocked for a second then pulled her up closer with the arm that had been around her shoulders and as soon as I did, her tongue was down my throat in an instant. It was like an explosion of pent up passion on both our parts. That might even be an understatement. I pulled her in more forcefully to kiss and pull against me, as she writhed and pushed herself onto me with just as much force. I could not believe it. It was like a too-good-to-be-true moment that you'd have seen written into a movie script. We were frantically undressing each other, grabbing, kissing, biting... holy fuck I didn't know I was into being bit. I could feel how wet she was against my leg when she rubbed up on me and I just had to taste her. As soon as I started eating her out she stopped me, repositioned herself so we could 69 and God fucking dammit I have never had such amazing head. Within 3 minutes we were fucking. Every surface in my living room that day was christened and she told me repeatedly how much she had lusted after me and was so scared to bring it up, and how she couldn't believe she had been "missing out on this" this whole time. I responded much to the same sentiment and we damn well made the absolute most of that hour.
Just revisiting that memory has me rock solid.
3 hours, and a handful of orgasms later, my cousin finally got back- evidently from a last minute hook up, not the grocery store- the 3 of us talked that night about their lifestyle and the agreements they had in place, and how they both trusted me etc.. basically their agreement with each other includes that any sexual partners one or the other has must be approved by each other, ahead of time, and never in secret.
My issue is that they got married that year, but she was having doubts about getting married and was afraid to pull out of the wedding because of family pressure. Hesitantly she followed through with the wedding and I know she regrets it. Her and I have continued to have sex every chance we can.... but my cousin doesn't know we actually have feelings for each other, and he doesn't know we've continued to be sexual with each other. His wife is having an affair, with me. I don't know how to stop, I don't even want to stop. It's been 6 years now and the guilt is eating me alive. She's not happy with him, and I know he doesn't love her the way I do. My cousin is one of my best friends, I truly don't want him to hurt, and here I'm the asshole that's fucking his wife. I want her to leave him, and she wants to, but they had a kid together unplanned(broken condom) and she feels obligated to stay-especially because her family is out of touch and his parents have a great relationship with her. She's stuck for a number of reasons and I'm in love with her. I want to take care of all her worries and just end the agony of keeping everything so fucking secret and dishonest to my family, but I don't know where to start. I cannot stop thinking about her, especially knowing my cousin doesn't really love her, meanwhile it's torture to not be her partner, it's driving me insane.
So a little extra info too, I was single when we started the affair and stayed single for 3 years. In the back of my mind I stayed single for the chance of her and my cousin breaking up. Eventually I figured I need to just move on and thought if I started dating again then my feelings would go away,maybe it wasn't love, just lust. Instead, despite numerous one night stands, dates, and finally meeting a great girl that I am currently dating.... nothing dampened my feelings for her. I haven't cheated on my current girlfriend physically, but mentally I need to get my shit figured out here because I can't tell if I'm just lusting after my cousin's wife still... or if I actually love her, and what the hell can I even do about it. I don't even enjoy sex with my gf unless I'm picturing my cousin's wife. So now I'm just using my gf too and I feel like a real shit person. Idk where to go from here or what to do. On top of all this, They are coming to visit next weekend and I've been masturbating like every hour, getting nothing done because I get relentlessly hard every time I think about her sleeping in the room next to mine, and I want an excuse to get my cousin to leave so I can fuck her like she deserves, but I haven't broken up with this current gf yet and I know I will %100 take any chance to cheat on her with my cousins wife if I get it. I also know my cousin doesn't even appreciate his wife and it just makes me feel even less guilty about the affair.
TLDR; I've been having sex with my cousin's wife for 6 years. He approved of the first time(they have an "open" relationship), but he doesn't know she's been having an affair with me ever since. I've tried to stay away from her, and started dating someone, trying to deter my feelings for her, but I'm at a point now where idk if it's lust or love and I haven't cheated on my girlfriend physically but I cannot get my cousin's wife off my mind, and they are coming to visit next weekend...

Holy shit guys. I’m coming up on six months of being alcohol free after I ate the boomers that ended my drinking career. I didn’t record the specific date, I just know it was DecembeJanuary sometime. Here’s how it has gone: not drinking was the easiest part, as a few of you said, but growing and recovering has been a huge challenge. Again as a disclosure, drugs are bad, mmmkay? I do not advocate for drug use of any sort, I am just detailing my experiences here.
I’m still absolutely repulsed by even talking about alcohol. It still turns my stomach and gives the pukey sensation in my throat. The cool thing is that I don’t talk about it much at all anymore and I don’t pay attention. I’ve been around friends, family, and acquaintances that are drunk af, sometimes in my house, and I have zero desire to ever try it again. I still don’t care about others drinking around me (people who are stumbling drunk are annoying even if you’re drunk), and the door to open back up my alcohol use still feels like it went through the shredder on “Monsters Inc”. Drinking for me is a bad memory at this point and I love it. It’s been the better part of two decades of wrestling with this demon and I feel like it’s finally gone back to hell where it belongs.
I realized how toxic it made my attitude despite my thinking I was a positive person, but I’m still so extremely over the moon about not drinking and all of the opportunities and absolute freedom in front of me. Either the “pink cloud” feeling hasn’t gone away or I’m just still very stoked and haven’t become bitter about not drinking. This is the most free and not oppressed I’ve ever felt. The freedom to go whenever and wherever, the freedom of not needing anything to feel right, not being shackled at the ankle to a substance that only robs you of everything. It is absolutely wonderful and something I haven’t experienced before as an adult. I’ve found new places to go, new experiences to create, and I’ve found out how deeply in love I am with being outside in nature with my family and the peace it brings me. I’m the happiest I’ve ever been and that isn’t a fleeting feeling like getting a new toy when you were a kid. I’ve found true happiness, the kind that lingers even on a bad day. A whole lot of shit hit the fan though that fed the negativity in my brain and I’m working so hard every day to minimize it.
I stopped talking to my best “friends” of decades. After this time of being absolutely clear headed, it has made me realize that these were people who don’t care about me, but really liked using me and my family, and they became nasty when their miserable buddy (alcoholic me) left the party. I am now not as agreeable or easily manipulated. I’m more selfish with my time and energy and I learned that doesn’t fare well with people who are entrenched in many substances and are unable to also have a growth mindset. Don’t get me wrong; I don’t hate other addicts and I’m not on a high horse. My spouse still has a couple of beers every night, close family members still drink a lot daily and I still have great times and conversations with them. The difference is that the people I’ve kept in my life don’t make it a goal constantly to drag me down. Misery truly does love company and I don’t miss the ones I’ve blocked or the negativity. It’s so easy to fall into a sober dark spiral when you’re used to drinking away your emotions to forget them or to help you get out of a funk. It always does the opposite.
My family and I lost two big business opportunities. This part really sucked as my spouse is being forced out of their career due to major health issues and we did look forward to having these opportunities. We now have to move across the country out and far away of our “forever home” due to health problems and to help aging parents. I have a tremendous amount of work to do on our home that I’ve been chipping away at daily. This all has happened in the last couple of months. The large INITIAL disappointments have been relentless. The key is to look beyond the disappointments and find the silver lining.
You might ask why I included that information; I don’t think I could’ve survived the constant stress of all of this had I still been hitting the bottle. I honestly don’t even know if all of these opportunities would have been presented had I still been drinking, since it killed my motivation to do literally anything. All of that stress really sounds like an excuse and a permission slip for former me to make my drinking worse somehow. The thing that has been most difficult to do on my own though, is to NOT focus on the negative, which I have almost always done. I really do think that drinking and the whole alcoholic lifestyle LOVES and thrives on negativity. And it has taken a lot of training and practice inside of my brain to not do it constantly. Letting go and accepting things as they are instead of attempting and failing to control my environment seems to be the best solution. This has made me truly happier and I’ve found some solace in doing this with the shitty things that have come our way. It’s much easier and less heartbreaking to just be fluid.
I’ve lost 20 ish lbs with little extra effort and I am the fittest, leanest and most muscular I’ve ever been in my life. I eat my ass off at night and I don’t worry about weight gain. I also found out that when I don’t drink, I struggle to keep weight on after fighting with the same ten pounds that vodka wouldn’t let me shed for years and years. I have found a happy medium of lifting 3-4 hours a week. The amount of money we have saved is incredible too; at our worst we spent approx $800/month just on booze 😳. How embarrassing! I’m accomplishing so much every single day that I’m TIRED at night. I use cannabis medicinally (I live in state where it is legal and I have a medical license) a couple times a week to fight migraine pain, but I don’t need anything to fall asleep and I don’t crave a “nightcap” of anything. The last time I used booms was a couple of months ago, which is where the heavy self growth and improvement began.
I’m still looking at all of this time spent being alcohol free as the gift of a lifetime. I still gently hold it and cradle it. I resent nothing. I miss nothing. I don’t mourn or grieve over the thing that truly made me hate life and altered my decisions and existence. I don’t have to work very hard to maintain sobriety at all. I continue moving forward and plugging along. I have learned now that I will continually have to work on improving my mindset, thoughts, reactions, and the people I choose to share my time with. It’s been a very good trade off imo, and I prefer this type of selfishness over the selfishness that comes from addiction. I don’t know if I could have gotten to this point completely on my own since I had failed so many times before. I feel like I’m new and relearning how to exist positively. Either way, I’m just happier than I’ve ever been to be where I am now and not on the opposite end of this addiction.

Judgment Day 2007
Date: 20/5/07
Location: Scottrade Center, St. Louis, Missouri
Two-out-of-Three Falls Match for the United States Championship:
MVP (c) vs Chris Benoit (2-0)
Women’s Championship:
Melina (c) vs Mickie James
Intercontinental Championship:
Bobby Lashley (c) vs Carlito
(Carlito hosts the Carlito Cabana and his guest is Bobby Lashley. Carlito says the way Bobby Lashley has disrespected Mr. McMahon is not cool but what will be cool is him winning the Intercontinental Championship. Lashley says Carlito just like Umaga can kiss Vince’s ass as much as he wants, it’s not going to result in him losing to a little punk like him.)
WWE World Tag Team Championship:
The Hardy Boyz (c) vs Lance Cade & Trevor Murdoch
(After the match, Shelton Benjamin and Charlie Haas attack The Hardy’s and it’s revealed they’ve reunited!)
Extreme Rules Match for the ECW Championship:
CM Punk (c) vs Elijah Burke
(Elijah Burke attacks CM Punk on ECW and says he’s not finished with him just because he pinned Marcus Cor Von at Backlash. Burke says he’s going to clean up ECW for Vince McMahon by getting the ECW Championship off him because Vince is right, Punk is a misfit who’ll never succeed in the WWE and is only the ECW champion through pure luck. Punk says not only is ECW the land of extreme but it’s also the land of misfits and it makes him and the ECW Championship the perfect marriage. Punk promises to not lose his title to a shameless ass kisser like Elijah Burke.)
World Heavyweight Championship:
Edge (c) vs Mark Henry vs Batista
(After winning the World Heavyweight Championship, Edge says once again he’s proved he’s not only the best wrestler in the company but he’s also the smartest as he watched The Undertaker take the ultimate beating before cashing in his Money in the Bank briefcase. Batista interrupts and tells Edge that he might think he’s smart but the reality is, he’s nothing but a coward who stole the World Heavyweight Championship and it won’t be long till he takes back what’s his. Mark Henry says not only is he back and took out The Undertaker, he’s going to destroy Batista again like he has before and will have no issue taking out Edge too because he has the one thing he really wants an opportunity at, the World Heavyweight Championship. Edge says both men have nothing to do with him and can stay away from his World Heavyweight Championship. However, Teddy Long disagrees and tells Edge that Batista and Mark Henry both have a case so Edge will defend his title against both men at Judgment Day. Edge is furious, already feels like Teddy Long has an agenda against him and demands to be traded back to Raw but Long denies Edge his request. During the match, Batista and Henry are so focused on beating the hell out of each other that it costs them as Edge hits a Spear out of nowhere on Batista and pins him to retain his championship.)
60 Minute Iron Man Match for the WWE Championship:
John Cena (c) vs Shawn Michaels (6-5)
(Shawn Michaels says he had John Cena beat at Backlash and if he wasn’t lucky, he’d be the WWE Champion. Michaels then challenges Cena to defend the WWE Championship against him one more time at Judgment Day. Cena accepts the challenge because he’s a fighting champion. Michaels says he doesn’t want this to be an ordinary match and tells Cena he wants it to a match he won his first WWE Championship at WrestleMania 12, an Iron Man Match! Cena says that’s fine because Shawn Michaels is about to find out he isn’t the only iron man in the WWE. Cena also proposes for it to be for a full hour which Michaels accepts. This is essentially the match they had on Raw in London in real life but with a different outcome. John Cena wins 6-5 to retain the WWE Championship in all time classic. After the match as Shawn Michaels gets up and receives a standing ovation from the fans, Randy Orton from out of nowhere hits him with an RKO, beats the hell out of The Showstopper in front of his wife to the point he bleeds and punts him in the skull. This writes Michaels off TV.)
Notes:
(The WWE Draft takes place on the May 28th 2007 episode of Raw. The same picks as in real life occur apart from the fact Bobby Lashley doesn’t need to be drafted to Raw because he’s already a Raw superstar 😅.)
One Night Stand 2007
Date: 3/6/07
Location: Jackson Veterans Memorial Arena, Jacksonville, Florida
Tables, Ladders & Chairs Match for the WWE World Tag Team Championship:
The Hardy Boyz (c) vs The World’s Greatest Tag Team
Women’s Championship:
Mickie James (c) vs Candice Michelle
Intercontinental Championship:
Bobby Lashley (c) vs Carlito vs Umaga w/Armando Estrada
(Umaga wins the championship after pinning Carlito thanks to Shane McMahon attacking Bobby Lashley who was on verge of retaining his title.)
Street Fight:
Kane vs Mark Henry
(Kane goes after Mark Henry and promises there will be vengeance after what he did to his brother The Undertaker. Henry says Kane doesn’t intimidate him just like The Undertaker doesn’t and he’s just another man on his path of destruction.)
Stretcher Match:
Rob Van Dam vs Randy Orton
(This is Van Dam’s last match in the company for a while as he leaves for TNA.)
Extreme Rules Match for the ECW Championship:
CM Punk (c) vs Chris Benoit
(Vince McMahon says he’s confident for sure that CM Punk’s days as ECW champion are rightfully numbered because he’ll be defending his title against the new draft pick… Chris Benoit! Benoit says Punk’s a talented wrestler but he’s no Chris Benoit, the greatest technical wrestler on the planet. Punk says he has a huge level of respect for what Benoit’s accomplished in his wrestling career but he sees this as a massive opportunity to prove doubters like Vince McMahon wrong and he’ll ensure he does in what’s no doubt his biggest challenge since winning the ECW Championship. CM Punk wins clean to retain.)
Steel Cage Match for the World Heavyweight Championship:
Edge (c) vs Batista
(Batista says that weasel Edge being the World Champion makes him sick and promises he’ll destroy him and take back the title. Edge says Batista doesn’t deserve another chance at the World Championship but Theodore Long disagrees and says Batista’s two one on one rematches for the title never had a definitive finish so he announces Edge will face Batista at One Night Stand and the match will be… a Steel Cage Match! Edge tries to convince Long to change the stipulation but Long isn’t having it and tells him he’s giving the fans what they want. Edge sneaks a chain into the match, smashes Batista over the head with it and escapes the cage to retain the World Heavyweight Championship.)
Falls Count Anywhere Match for the WWE Championship:
John Cena (c) vs Booker T w/Sharmell
(After being drafted to Raw, Booker T immediately sets his sights on becoming the WWE Champion. Booker T says Raw is a far fairer run place with Jonathan Coachman in charge compared to SmackDown with Teddy Long. Booker T basically kissing the ass of Coachman is why he grants him the opportunity and Coachman also announces it’ll be a Falls Count Anywhere Match. Cena says he’ll punch Booker T’s teeth down his throat while still proving he’s the top dog in the company while Booker T promises to win the 1 title that’s eluded him in his legendary career.)
Note:
(Sadly, the Chris Benoit tragedy happens between the 22nd-24th of June 2007.)
My opinion on Chris Benoit:
(So, now we’re finally here in the timeline 😬. First of all I just want to say to those who may ask “why have you pushed a murderer?” In the timeline, I’m booking as if I’m in all these years. As a booker, how would I know in 2004 for example what’s going to unfold in 2007? That’s why Benoit is pushed. I’m not going to utterly bury him while he’s alive in the timeline. Now what I’m going to do here is bury him now the tragic events have unfolded. Chris Benoit in my opinion is one of the greatest technical wrestlers of all time, I will never dispute that. I was a huge fan of his and when he won the World Heavyweight Championship at WrestleMania 20, it was an unbelievable moment and the fact he celebrated with Eddie Guerrero topped it all off. However, what he did was unforgivable and anyone who has any conspiracy theories like he was framed, I’m sorry it’s just not true and the police investigated it properly. The facts are, Chris Benoit did murder his wife Nancy and his son Daniel. I don’t care about CTE or the fact he apparently had a year to live with an enlarged heart. As Paul Heyman said an interview once, f*ck him. The facts are that Chris Benoit murdered his wife, murdered his son and then proceeded to kill himself. The WWE will absolutely never put him in the Hall of Fame and that’s the correct decision because Benoit lost that respect when he did what he did. I personally hope he rots and this is the last he’ll ever be mentioned in this timeline. I want to lastly say to finish this off, my heart goes out to those affected by this tragedy back in 2007 and Rest in Peace to Nancy and Daniel Benoit ❤️.)
Vengeance: Night of Champions 2007
Date: 24/6/07
Location: Toyota Center, Houston, Texas
United States Championship:
MVP (c) vs Ric Flair
Cruiserweight Championship:
Chavo Guerrero (c) vs Jamie Noble
WWE World Tag Team Championship:
The World’s Greatest Tag Team (c) vs The Hardy Boyz
Women’s Championship:
Candice Michelle (c) vs Mickie James
Intercontinental Championship:
Umaga (c) vs Santino Marella
Extreme Rules Match for the ECW Championship:
CM Punk (c) vs Johnny Nitro
(Johnny Nitro surprisingly replaces The Invisible Man and challenges CM Punk for the ECW Championship when he wasn’t prepared for him. Nitro cheats to win the championship off of Punk, much to the satisfaction of Mr. McMahon.)
WWE Tag Team Championship:
Deuce ‘n Domino (c) w/Cherry vs Jimmy Wang Yang & Shannon Moore
Last Chance Match for the World Heavyweight Championship - If Edge is counted out of disqualified, he’ll lose the World Heavyweight Championship:
Edge (c) vs Batista
(After One Night Stand, Batista asks Teddy Long for one more opportunity after Edge’s cowardly acts at One Night Stand. Edge tells Teddy to give Batista the match on one condition, if Batista loses he can never challenge for the title as long as he’s champion. Teddy Long grants Edge his request but also tells him if he gets counted out or disqualified, he’ll lose the World Heavyweight Championship to Batista. During the match, there’s a referee bump and Batista is getting ready to finish this until The Great Khali appears and lays out The Animal! Edge capitalises when the referee regains consciousness and pins Batista to retain the World Heavyweight Championship.)
Six-Pack Challenge Match for the WWE Championship:
John Cena (c) vs Carlito vs Mr.Kennedy vs Randy Orton vs Booker T w/Sharmell vs Bobby Lashley
(All 5 men make a case to be the #1 Contender for the WWE Championship. John Cena says he’ll welcome all comers to prove he’s the man. Jonathan Coachman tells Cena to be careful what he wishes for because at Night of Champions, he’ll be defending the WWE Title against all of them! John Cena retains the WWE Championship after pinning Carlito. After the match, Bobby Lashley stares down Cena as Night of Champions draws to a close.)
Notes:
(Edge tears his pectoral muscle, is put on the shelf for a while and is forced to surrender the World Heavyweight Championship.)
(Mark Henry wins a Battle Royal on the July 20th, 2007 episode of SmackDown to win the World Heavyweight Championship!)
The Great American Bash 2007
Date: 22/7/07
Location: HP Pavilion San Jose, California
WWE Tag Team Championship:
Deuce ‘n Domino (c) vs Matt Hardy & MVP
(Matt Hardy hates MVP and wants his United States Championship but they get paired as partners and are told to co-exist by Mr. McMahon who also rewards them with a Tag Team Championship match at The Great American Bash. Hardy and MVP win the titles.)
Cruiserweight Championship:
Chavo Guerrero (c) vs Super Crazy
Intercontinental Championship:
Umaga (c) vs Jeff Hardy
Batista vs The Great Khali w/Ranjin Singh
Women’s Championship:
Candice Michelle (c) vs Melina
Extreme Rules Match for the ECW Championship:
John Morrison (c) vs CM Punk
(CM Punk invokes his rematch clause for the ECW Championship. Vince McMahon tries to deny Punk the opportunity to win the title back but CM Punk tells him if he even dares to deny him his rematch then he’ll sue him because it’s a contractual obligation meaning McMahon has no choice but to let Punk compete for the ECW Championship. The newly named John Morrison who’s leaving Johnny Nitro behind tells Vince to not worry, he’ll take care of business for him which Vince gives him the vote of confidence. Punk says this time he’s ready for Morrison unlike at Night of Champions and will become a 2 time ECW Champion. Morrison says even prepared, he’s just too good for Punk. John Morrison cheats to retain the title after hitting Punk with brass knuckles when the referee isn’t looking.)
World Heavyweight Championship:
Mark Henry (c) vs Kane
(Teddy Long announces that Mark Henry will defend his title against Kane at The Great American Bash because Kane had earned an opportunity to fight for the World Championship when Edge was champion. Kane says that he’s got unfinished business with Henry and revenge will be sweeter when he wins the World Heavyweight Championship. Henry says Kane will once again feel his wrath just like his brother The Undertaker and Batista have.)
WWE Championship:
John Cena (c) vs Bobby Lashley
(Bobby Lashley wins a Fatal 4-Way match against Booker T, Randy Orton and Mr.Kennedy in order to face John Cena at The Great American Bash. Lashley tells Cena that he respects his dedication and desire but when push comes to shove, he has no hesitation breaking him in half if it means he wins the WWE Championship. Cena says Lashley is an incredible athlete who’s unbelievably gifted but he’s going to show the whole world that Lashley’s time isn’t now the way a lot of people think it is. John Cena retains after delivering an FU from the top rope and both men shake hands after the match. When Cena’s alone in the ring, Randy Orton from out of nowhere delivers an RKO to Cena and holds up the WWE Championship as the show draws to a close.)
Note:
(Bobby Lashley gets injured not long after this event and leaves the company in early 2008.)
SummerSlam 2007
Date: 26/8/07
Location: Continental Airlines Arena, East Rutherford, New Jersey
Ladder Match for the ECW Championship:
John Morrison (c) vs CM Punk
(CM Punk demands one more match for the ECW Championship against John Morrison which Morrison insists to Vince McMahon to allow his request. Morrison gives Vince an idea for what type of match it’ll be. Vince likes the idea and announces CM Punk will faces John Morrison in… A Ladder Match! John Morrison says he’s the prince of parkour and CM Punk's ambition of being the ECW Champion again will be crushed by him for good. Punk promises to become and 2 time ECW champion while also ensuring Morrison has no teeth after the match. CM Punk wins to become a 2 time ECW Champion.)
WWE World Tag Team Championship:
World’s Greatest Tag Team (c) vs Paul London & Brian Kendrick
Cruiserweight Championship:
Chavo Guerrero (c) vs Rey Mysterio
(Teddy Long tells Chavo Guerrero he’ll defend his Cruiserweight Championship at SummerSlam against… Rey Mysterio! Chavo says he’s been waiting for Rey’s return and at the event he cost him the World Heavyweight Championship the year before, he’s going to make sure he puts Rey back on the shelf again but this time for good. Rey Mysterio wins the title and retires the Cruiserweight Championship on the SmackDown after SummerSlam.)
Intercontinental Championship:
Umaga (c) vs Jeff Hardy
Women’s Championship:
Candice Michelle (c) vs Melina vs Mickie James vs Beth Phoenix
Triple H vs Booker T w/Sharmell
(Vignettes start to show that Triple H is returning to the WWE after another Quad injury. Booker T being aware of this challenges Triple H to a match at SummerSlam. Booker T’s motives are simple, Triple H once made his life a living hell and he wants to get revenge he never truly got. Booker T promises to put Triple H back on the shelf and embarrass him on his return. Triple H wins in a 10 minute match and Booker T leaves the company after this match.)
World Heavyweight Championship:
Mark Henry (c) vs Batista
(A one on one match that’s a long time in the making. Batista wins a #1 Contender’s Match against Kane and says this is a match he’s wanted for a while because he’s never fully gotten revenge on Mark Henry for putting him out of action which forced him to surrender the World Heavyweight Championship. Henry says he’s also been waiting for full revenge after Batista also cost him a year of his career when he came back and assaulted him. Both men brawl whenever they see each other in the build up. During the match when Henry’s on top… GONG! The lights come back on but Taker doesn’t appear. Henry then receives a Spinebuster from Batista and The Animal pins him to win the World Heavyweight Championship!)
WWE Championship:
John Cena (c) vs Randy Orton
(First time ever in a one on one capacity. Randy Orton says while Cena has been on top for the last few years, he’s always avoided facing him one on one and tells him the reason he does is because he knows The Legend Killer is better than him! Cena tells Orton to stop talking out of his ass and if he wants to fight him, he’s ready for the challenge and just like the others, Randy Orton will be on his list of guys he beat. Randy Orton cheats when the referee isn’t looking by hitting Cena with a low blow. Orton then delivers an RKO and pins John Cena to win the WWE Championship!)
Notes:
(Batista beats Mark Henry in a Street Fight on SmackDown to retain the World Heavyweight Championship in Henry’s rematch clause. The Undertaker’s Gong once again provides a distraction to Henry and there’s also a message on the titantron that reads “The dead will rise, September 16th 2007… RIP Mark Henry!”)
And that’s part 45! I hope you guys enjoyed this part. I’d like to add that I hope you don’t mind my passionate opinion on the man who shall not be named from now on. Anyways, enough of me dwelling about that! I’ll be back very soon to cover the rest of 2007 where we’ll see a few stars return, The Age of Orton begin on Raw and John Cena go down with an injury. Stay safe and stay tuned!

Hello there everyone! I wanted to finally give an official post that has all the information I believe helped me get into some of the schools I applied to. Shoutout to everyone on Discord and this Reddit for being so unbelievably helpful! Take everything I say with a grain of salt because I'm not an expert:
Demographics:

• White, Latino Male
• Community College in Socal
• For reference, my CC has never gotten anyone into most of the schools I applied to as well as some of the internships I got; basically, I had little guidance
• Went to CC straight out of HS
• Applied for financial aid (I consider myself middle class)

Academics:

• Psychology major, premed
• Hoping to minor in chem and environmental science
• 4.0/4.0 CC GPA
• 4.0/4.0 Honors CC GPA
• 4.0/4.0 UW HS GPA, 4.6/5.0 W HS GPA
• No SAT/ACT

ECs (only including what I reported on common app):

• PreMedCC Leadership Team
• Summer Research Fellow Intern @ Columbia Mailman School of Public Health (conducted research on how climate change and energy insecurity are affecting peoples mental health, respiratory problems, and access to medical devices
• Non-Student Short-Term Intern @ Columbia University (continued my research remotely following the program)
• PTK Honors Society Secretary
• Neurosurgeon and anesthesiologist shadow @ Columbia Medical Campus and a Spine Clinic in Socal
• Co-Founder of my schools STEM Club
• Psychophysiological research assistant at UCI (clinical psychology lab)
• Part-time Prep Cook @ fine dining restaurant
• 7Cups Intern Mentor (remote mental health internship, did this since high school)
• Summer Clinical research intern @ UPenn Perelman School of Medicine
• Mom's caretaker
• Director of Administrative Operations and Commissioner of Sustainability @ my school's student government (ASG)

Awards:

• Biostatistics and epidemiology summer training graduate @ Columbia Mailman
• Rising Star: Outstanding Leadership Award from ASG
• Student Leadership (2x), STEM academy, Luis Garcia Memorial, and Ariel G Memorial Scholarships
• President Scholar Recipient Medal
• Student Success Certificate
• Exemplary Achievement Award (2x) for research I presented at the UCI Honors Transfer Council of California
• Author of Published Atsromedicine Research Manuscript
• Honors 7Cups Intern Graduate (high school)
• Valedictorian finalist
• Heslet Scholar Finalist at Honors Bay Area Research Symposium @ Stanford (research was on using green organic chemistry to make a sustainable drug analog to better treat Alzheimer's disease)
• Strenger Award (my school's prestigious leadership award given at graduation)

Essays:

• Personal statement addressed that I needed to transfer because I attend CC (need to transfer lol) and that my school didn't provide me with research and clinical experience in sustainable medicine that I could receive at a 4-year
• Wrote some essays about my passion for cooking and how it was good for my mental health in addition to learning about other cultures through food
• Wrote another about how the videogame Just Dance brought me joy and was meaningful for my health
• Wrote another on my community-wide sustainability event I held and my passion for approaching medicine from an environmental and psychological lens
• Wrote one about how ochem unexpectedly piqued my interest and how it relates to creating drugs with less pollution for mental health treatment

Advice:

• Most of these experiences I did was a result of me actively having to look outside my school for opportunities (ie. research) and it was not easy; hence, take initiative in pursuing your passions
• DO NOT sh*t on your school; to preface I made sure to include how CC helped me grow as a person and made me realize I want to pursue medicine
• Be honest in your essays and illustrate your vision of careeacademic interests in your essays; give your AO confidence in what you want to do
• My whole application was about my intersectional interests between psych, environmental science, and medicine so definitely theme your app around a specific interest(s); for some schools, I focused more on mental health, and for others, I focused on sustainability (it depended on the essay prompts)
• Pursue ECs you're actually interested in because it will show in your activities description whether or not you enjoyed/cared about it
• For schools like Stanford, Princeton, Yale, USC, etc... that have mini essay prompts, use those to showcase other interesting parts of your personality; they can include more examples of your "theme" but you don't want to bore your AO with repetitive information

Admissions Results:

• Acceptances: UCI (w/ regents), UCLA (w/regents), Amherst College, Tufts, Johns Hopkins, Vanderbilt, Northwestern, Columbia, UPenn, Stanford
• Waitlists: Swarthmore
• Rejections: WashU, Cornell, Princeton, Yale, Dartmouth

Hope this all helps :)

Hi,
First time posting here (34M) but I thought maybe some of you might be able to help me understand my experience. Part of me feels bad, what I went throught was nowhere near as difficult or long lasting as many others here, but the fact is it's still having a big impact on me nearly three years on.
Things that happened earlier on in my life meant that I wasn't really in a position for a relationship until my mid-late 20s, and didn't start actively looking and (online) dating until then. I met some great people, many of whom are still friends, and a couple of them became a thing for a little while. But for some reason I mostly couldn't feel it. Waiting to see whether feelings would develop felt uncomfortably like leading on, so I tended not to. But as time went on I increasingly doubted my judgement. Was I too picky, or did I have commitment issues? Is a connection something you build rather than find? Would what felt “right” to me even make me happy? So when a mutual friend told me a woman who'd joined in my hiking group was into me, I was open to seeing where things could go. We weren't super close but she seemed nice, my friends thought she was great, and we got on well and had a lot of interests in common.
It started ok. It was nice to spend time outside together and share the active things we both loved, as well as more low key stuff like just cooking and hanging out together. I tried to resist the instinct to put the brakes on as I'd done previously, and though I still did somewhat, things went much quicker than I was used to and it took some adjustment. She was very keen to tell everyone about us straight away, whereas I wanted to keep things quiet while we were seeing where things were going. I won't pretend I didn't have some doubts. She told me she loved me about two weeks in which I was a little taken aback by, and I did see a different side to her when I met her family that I wasn't sure I liked (she seemed inconsiderate and entitled). But I hadn't seen that before, excused it as family dynamics, and tried to silence the doubts that I'd reasoned had held me back in the past.
I was comfortable with where things were for a while and content taking it a day at a time. But when lockdown loomed she asked whether she could stay with me. We were about four months in at this point and I said it was too much too soon for me. I was also worried about my vulnerable flatmate, and was in fact looking to temporarily move out myself at the time. She was disappointed, but understood. But when lockdown was announced she turned up at my doorstep in tears, and said her parents had kicked her out 😕 Of course I was upset and sympathetic, and said she could stay.
It was very strange, and I found it difficult. But it was a strange and difficult time anyway, and it was only going to be for a few weeks. Neither of us chose this, so I figured we'd just make the best of it. But the lockdowns kept rolling, and eventually I got used to the unease.
There were things I enjoyed. It was nice going for walks, growing vegetables, inspiring each other to cook interesting things, having little holidays when we could. And to just share the practical day to day things and take up each other's slack. But it was very intense. It's not a big flat and we were both working from home most of the time. I really struggled not being able to have more than a few minutes to myself a day, or my own space to retreat to. She's a very "type A" person and always needed to be doing something, and was restless and irritable if she wasn't or had to spend time in her own company. I found myself on edge most of the time.
It began to bother me that the connection still only felt superficial despite spending so much time together. It was the closest to a "normal" relationship I've had and we did all the couply things, but it felt like going through the motions. Conversation never went beyond small talk. I didn't feel understood or safe opening up to her, and felt lonely and cut off. I didn't like the sense of entitlement with which she treated my housemate or my friends, and how she talked about her family and colleagues. Close friends were concerned and said they sensed a change in me, but I couldn't see it. I've read the messages back since and it's painful how right they were and how in denial I was. But at the time it just added pressure and I blocked it out and dug my heels in. I didn't like how we became one entity, all my things became "our" things, including my possessions, opinions, values, friends and memories.
But despite all that I still doubted and second guessed myself, and made excuses for her. I think I always knew that living with a partner would take some getting used to and perhaps some compromises, so attributed a lot of it to that. It was hard to maintain perspective when I hardly ever saw anyone else. And I still saw the lockdown as a finite thing. Weirdly after a while I did suddenly feel a lot more at ease with it all, almost overnight. I now recognise that as the start of a sort of shutdown. My memory is a bit hazy for the few months after that, but it was taking a toll on me physically. I wasn't sleeping and ended up folding the sofa bed out many nights to have my own space. I tried to carry on working but mostly just went back to my bed to doze during the day. I lost so much weight. I had a bit of a wake up call after I managed a few days away on my own - it was the first time apart in six months of living together and cleared my head a little. So when I got back to find that she'd put her own bedsheets on, put her pictures up, and just made the place feel different, I was able to recognise how absurd it all was.
It took me a couple more weeks to put things in place and pluck up the courage before telling her I wanted to talk about living together, because it wasn't working for me. I was worried about how she might react, and it went spectacularly badly. She left and told me not to contact her until I'd made up my mind, then pressured me to make a decision. I wasn't really able to think and headspace is all I was asking for at the time, but her reaction made it simple. It ended after just under a year together.
It was an immediate relief, but I was still a wreck for months afterwards. It took me a very long time to feel relaxed at home and in my own bed again, it's still not quite the same. I think the depression came as I began to get on top of my physical health had the capacity to take stock of things about six months later. And when accidentally stumbling across a picture of her nearly a year later triggered another breakdown I realised it was maybe a bigger deal than I'd thought. We hadn't really had any contact, but that prompted me to go full block/ delete.
In hindsight it never really felt like a relationship, we never had the fundamentals of trust and communication down. I'm very much to blame, I downplayed how I was feeling because I was doubting myself and worried how she'd react, and making things easy when there seemed to be no other option made sense at the time. I did set boundaries but didn't do a good enough job of defending them, I've never had to before and it caught me off guard. And in the moment it was a textbook "boiling frog" scenario. I was surprised she didn't sense anything amiss, but I don't think she was ever actually that interested in me. I just think she liked having a boyfriend because it fit her life plan (she talked about buying a house together from early on), and seemed annoyed at me for disrupting that more than anything. She found someone else pretty soon after.
On reflection, I don't believe she was kicked out. I remember her mum asking me to "take good care of her" a few days before she moved in, and was a bit perplexed by that, but didn't think any more of it at the time. She told mutual friends that I'd invited her to move in. In hindsight, she was often able to turn the tears on and off very abruptly. I'd believed that moving back in with her parents wasn't an option for her, but things didn't add up.
It bothers me how much it's all still on my mind 😕 And that even the mention of her can elicit such a strong reaction years on. I can't believe it's been that long, it doesn't seem like it, but it feels like I'm still strangely trapped by it. I know other people go through much worse for much longer. I have wondered whether moving out would help, but rent is so expensive elsewhere. I've spent a couple of thousand on therapy over the last year and in some ways the therapy has helped, in others it's made it harder because it's validated things and I can see it with more clarity.
I sure it would've been easier to move on if she wasn't so wrapped up with my friends and social life. The hiking group really meant a lot to me, it was the most accepted I've felt, gave me a lot of things I hadn't had before and allowed me to draw a line under what had happened in the past. It felt like life had finally got going for me. Now it feels less like turning a corner and more like a bittersweet memory of a fun few years. I haven't ruled out going back, I'm just trying to work out what's best for me. Losing it has been painful and maybe having it back in my life would help with closure. I've put a lot of effort ito finding new ways to meet people in the years since, but nothing's really worked. I suspect I won't know until I try, but it feels like a big risk.
Thanks so much if you read all that, I'm sorry it was so long and self-pitying 😕 I try to be stoic about it, think of what I learned, and know that there were good times. I don't want to just frame myself as a victim either, I'm responsible too and hurt her (and myself) by not being more open about my reservations and struggles. But I can see why did, and I was honestly trying to make a go of it for a while. As I say this is still on my mind much more than I'd like, and I'd be super grateful if anyone has any thoughts. In particular I'm wondering.

• Since the relationship I've become aware of narcissism and have been able to identify a lot of traits (with the help of friends and my therapist). A couple of people have also told me it sounds abusive. To be honest I'm not sure, she was selfish and inconsiderate but I don't think she was malicious. But how I'm feeling might suggest otherwise. Any thoughts?
• Would it be madness to go back to the group and (very likely) see her again? I would have to make it clear beforehand that I want minimal contact but I still worry about how I'd react seeing her in person. Stumbling across a photo propted a breakdown in the past, and until recently I'd flinch everytime I saw a car that looked like hers.
• I think I've only recently realised that I'll have to accept not having some form of closure. Which is progress, but is leaving me feeling a little lost. Have you found a way to cope with the sense of injustice?

Thanks so much again for reading! It's nice just to share. Good luck to everyone.

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Study supports the use of anti-poverty programmes such as cash transfers to improve population health. Researchers found that cash transfer programmes were associated with significant reductions in mortality among children under five years of age and women.
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• Sweaty-Willingness27

Escalated police stops of Black men are linguistically and psychologically distinct in their earliest moments
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• HeinieKaboobler

People with heightened sexual nostalgia tend to also have heightened sexual satisfaction, according to new research. The results indicate that the positive association between sexual nostalgia and satisfaction is particularly strong among insecurely attached individuals.
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space

• Davicho77

Milky Way over a Turquoise Wonderland. Credits: Petr Horálek / Institute of Physics in Opava.
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• Retroescavadeira3000

Jupiter seen from the James Webb Space Telescope
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• ANTristotle

NASA's Mars helicopter is somehow still flying - and playing hide-and-seek
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Futurology

• filosoful

Delegates working to end global plastics pollution agree to craft a draft treaty
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• Gari_305

Artificial Intelligence Will Entrench Global Inequality - The debate about regulating AI urgently needs input from the global south.
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• Gari_305

Experts issue a dire warning about AI and encourage limits be imposed
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AskReddit

• yodaman5606

If your penis made a noise every time it got hard, what would you want the noise to be?
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• girlycharms

What’s something (besides your phone) that you take with you everywhere?
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• yawningvoid28

What will always be dirty no matter how often it's cleaned?
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todayilearned

• romansapprentice

TIL that Steve Jobs is buried in an unmarked grave
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• IanMazgelis

TIL that an American POW in World War 2 was questioned about US atomic bombs after the bombing of Hiroshima. He told them he didn't know anything about that, but when they threatened to kill them, he "revealed" they had hundreds and that Tokyo and Kyoto were next.
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• UralIveGotTonight

TIL that the legs of the 630 foot 192 m) Gateway Arch in St. Louis, MO had to be built with a 1/64” (0.4 mm) tolerance so that they would meet at the top. Several filmmakers documented the entire construction in hope that the legs wouldn’t meet.
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dataisbeautiful

• mihalonsky

[OC] The entire history of Premier League teams in one chart ⚽️📈
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• DarkMatterOne

More than 50% of Vienna's Area is closer than 2km to a metro station [OC]
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• crazyboyhere

[OC] A map of when same sex marriage legalized in each US state.
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Cooking

• dizzyinmyhead

Why is pita in Greece nothing like pita in the US? Am I missing something?
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• IWishIWasDannyDeVito

What can an air fryer do that an oven can’t?
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• PseudocodeRed

Want to make queso that's dippable regardless of temperature, like the store-bought stuff? Use sodium citrate and corn starch.
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food

• Spacegoat00

[homemade] lemon curd and blueberry pancakes.
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• atzucach

[I ate] pulpitos
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• Extra_Past1148

[homemade] cheddar cheese biscuits
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movies

• Neo2199

Walt Disney's Pixar Targets 'Lightyear' Execs Among 75 Job Cuts
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• dcee101

Contact (1997)
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• KembarDad

What is one seemingly insignificant scene or character in a movie that you just can't get out of your mind?
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Art

• GoblinSuplex

Touched A Nerve, Jon Silent (Me), Ink and Acrylic, 2023
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• Dracopuella

Pluto, Dracopuella (me), digital, 2023
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• naif3aref

Middle of nowhere, Naif(me), Pixelart, 2023
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television

• Neo2199

Julie Plec and More WGA Members Detail Writers Strike Negotiations, Demand Streamers to Release Ratings: ‘We’re Mad’
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• Neo2199

‘Full Monty’ Actor Reveals He Was Sacked From Disney TV Series After A Female Runner Saw Him Naked In Trailer
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• verissimoallan

'House of the Dragon’ Star Olivia Cooke Is Totally Fine if You Don’t Like Alicent: ‘That’s the Beauty of What We Do’
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pics

• SofaKing_Vote

Senator John Fetterman at Pride parade.
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• MeenMisterMustard

Reunion of the cast of The Mighty Ducks
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• anxiousrunner13

My parents 46 year old blender still works like new
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gifs

• dirtywang

Paula Abdul fatality
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• PingPing88

Nest with a 360° view
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• lnfinity

Just lay back and relax
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mildlyinteresting

• BudMasterMcSwagatron

I’m at the NYC Macys and the escalator is made out of wood.
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• stevieisbored

A small local movie theater me uses reusable metal bowls for the popcorn
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• JukeBoxDildo

Rabdomly found a TARDIS in somebody's front yard.
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interestingasfuck

• smooth_vesselHPAUM

*Squirrel trying to fake an injury *
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• xliarliarx

Man puts 10ft buggy wheels on a Tesla and drives it upside down
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• lshic

Never Forget what happened in China 34 years ago: Remembering the fearless Demonstrators at the 1989 Tiananmen Square Protests
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funny

• LaughBakery

Thats not why you get cats
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• thiscoper

One of them is very smart
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• Allerweltsname

Cat carries mouse to food bowl
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aww

• AcceptableOffice

Potato requires belly scratches
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• esberat

Cute Child Comforts Adorable, Nervous, Puppy
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• abhigoswami18

Puppy fall asleep during the meditation session.
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To put this question into some context, I'm rather an amateur 27-yo cyclist and I ride on gravel bike but I love long distances (100-300km) and challenging hills to climb on. That's why I have to take care of my condition and muscles strength much more than casual rider to be able to do it effortlessly week by week.
That being said, I was wondering if I should pay attention to my heart rate and try to lower it? If heart rate is an important thing to be aware of?
Now my maximum HR is around 170 for each ride, when I ride it goes up really quickly and it's on average 140-160 bpm. Of course I don't have any health problems and I feel very good but the question is if my HR may speak to for example low condition level, bad training or it is totally ok in my case?

The task ahead was simple. Win. Kael had been in this position before. He looked out across the large mechanical arena overflowing with spectators. This was the most anticipated day of the year with people going all out in their attire. Amidst the sea of individuals, Kael discerned men donning top hats and long tailcoats, while women displayed meticulously selected corsets embellished with brass accents. All eyes were fixed on Kael and brimming with expectations of witnessing greatness once more. None held higher expectations than his own father.
Everything Kael had. No. Everything, he and his father had been training for came down to this moment. If they win this point, they win the cup. If they win the cup then he would make it. Playing with the big teams across the realms, being paid like the big teams. His family would be secure, safe. Happy.
He pulled his hair back tying it into a tight knot before adjusting his cloak and pulling the hood up. Tracing his fingertips along the intricate gold trims of his azure-blue uniform he settled into position on his Lumicor at the heart of the arena. In moments like this, Kael found solace in focusing on the flying machine—a remarkable fusion of engineering and imagination. The Lumicor hovered effortlessly in the air. The manmade craft embodying a seamless blend of a majestic bird and a small ship. Its intricate metalwork enhanced by polished wood. Emphasising the glowing crystalline elements that ran along the body to its aerodynamic wings extending gracefully from its sides.
Kael traced his fingers over the engraved words etched into the bronze-metal steering handles. The greatest failure is to fail to be great. His mother always hated that saying, but it became is father’s mantra in training. Memories of his families struggles resurfaced. The financial hardships and how his mother's difficult upbringing made her dependent on Kael’s older brother. His father's laborious servitude to the Seers Council. Focus, Kael! He shook his head trying to ignore his father, and the Seers Council observing the spectacle from a remarkably annoying vantage point—perched in an oval glass flying craft. The Seers Private Box. Utterly distracting and unnecessary. They way it glides around the arena it’s just…Focus!
Usually, it was just his father watching on, comforting, encouraging but today was different. The council members attended the big games in their Private Box. Its transparent walls were crafted from polished glass and provided a panoramic view of the grand arena below. The intricate mechanisms that propelled the craft were visible showing gears interlocking and spinning with mesmerising precision. Too much of a distraction for the players Kael had always thought, but there wasn’t much he could do about that. After all, it was the councilmen who had provided his Lumicors from the beginning. Their presence, however, was intimidating. His father couldn't bear to watch with his hands covering his eyes. Kael shook his head again. Focus!
The cockpits windshield glass was tinted ever so slightly, which was giving the view a golden hue. Usually, the epic atmosphere fuelled him with confidence but today it all felt so different. The enormous arena hung suspended in the air. Its outer structure a detailed spinning cylinder with open ends revealing an endless expanse of sky. The interior walls, adorned with intricate patterns and enchanting murals, were typically grand and regal, but today they appeared overwhelming and needlessly complex. Dominating the arena stood the imposing crystalline obelisk, surrounded by twenty-seven floating crystals, thirteen blue and thirteen red.
“What’s the move, Kael?” Mayer, one of his teammates, called out from atop her own Lumicor, hovering adjacent to him. The machine identical to Kael’s, its birdlike wings a deep blue, perfectly matching the pulsating crystalline nose of the craft. Lines of the same vibrant blue ran down the side of the Lumicor, resembling veins eagerly pumping energy throughout the vessel.
“A five-one manoeuvre, Mayer. It needs to be a head-to-head. It’s the only way.” Was it the only way, he thought. The lack of self-assurance was unsettling to him. Kael took another look across the arena reminding himself of the situation. They’ve Tapped thirteen red crystals and we’ve Tapped thirteen blue crystals. One unlit crystal left. This is it. I just need to Tap that final crystal and we’ve won.
Kael, palms sweating, gripped the controls tightly making way for the centre. From the other side of the arena, Lumicors clad in shimmering red trimmed attire, soared through the air towards the same spot. One unlit crystal remains. This is it. Shifting shape structures hanging in the air tracked menacingly across the arena, transforming from cuboid to pyramid, sphere to oblong. What made a great Skyshard player was learning the pattern of the changing shapes. If you could figure that out you had the advantage.
The final unlit crystal circled around the tip of the obelisk. The shifting shapes orbiting it in a synchronised motion. Kael positioned himself carefully for the perfect shot at the crystal, deftly evading other small, taunting shape-shifting structures. The nose of the Lumicor tapping the crystal turning it blue. The crowd cheering. The team winning. I Kael the hero. My father standing—proud. Kael ran this scenario a hundred times before in his mind. Now it was here about to happen.
“Mayer, five-one now,” he called out, his heart racing faster as his five teammates swiftly moved across the sky, engaging the opposing team and drawing away five of their own players, leaving only one opponent on the opposite side of the obelisk, directly across from Kael.
Refocusing on the large, shape-shifting structure that stood between him and the crystal, Kael repeated the sequence in his mind. Oblong, cuboid, pyramid, sphere, oblong, cuboid...What if I make a mistake? His gaze involuntarily shifted toward his father, who sat with a clenched fist and a bowed head. The suffocating pressure enveloped Kael, his cloak seemed as though it just became a hundred times heavier, like the gold trims had turned solid constricting his every movement.
As the large shape-shifting structure transformed from oblong to cuboid to pyramid to sphere and back again, time appeared to slow, granting Kael a surplus of time to think—perhaps even overthink. What if I make a mistake? What if I miss the chance? The pressure intensified with each passing second, the air in the cockpit felt as though it had been sucked out. Kael was sure the entire arena was holding its breath, the collective gaze of the spectators, players, and his father, fixated on him, waiting for his move.
Kael made his move. Surging the Lumicor forward with a burst of power. The structure between Kael and the final crystal abruptly shifted into a pyramid as expected, but to Kael's dismay, it was not as he had anticipated. Instead of a regular pyramid, it was an inverted one, one of its corners now directly in his path. The pattern, I misread, the pattern. Every third pyramid is inverted! He cursed himself.
Kael's Lumicor crashed headlong into the sharp corner of the inverted pyramid. The impact reverberated through his body with shockwaves of pain radiating from his shoulder. The collision disrupted his balance and he lost control of his ride. He could hear the gasping of the audience as he and his Lumicor tumbled and crashed onto the floating platform below.
Pain lanced through his body as he lay sprawled on the ground. His vision swimming. The weight of his failure heavier than a hundred solid gold cloaks, as tough the arena itself bore down on him. The hushed muttering of the crowd amplifying what had just happened. Kael looked up to his father’s seat but he was nowhere to be seen.
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Hi all, I posted a piece last week and got some good constructive feedback. (Thanks!) From that, I revised and figured I probably started in the wrong place (amongst the other issues mentioned). I've taken it all onboard and have attempted an improved opening piece.
Any time taken for feedback is hugely appreciated, please take a look below and let me know your thoughts. Either in general or on the following points: readability, style, tense, excitement, intrigue, character development, world-building, grammar, plot, etc.
(This isn't the full chapter but an excerpt. Keen to improve my writing skills/ability) - TIA
Would you read more? - Be honest.