Growing up in the shadow of superstition, I always thought my parents were a bit extreme. On each birthday, they would whisper hurriedly about “the Time Demon” and lock the doors as if the very wind might invite it in. There was no singing, no cake, no candles—just a quiet dinner and an extra tight hug. I never understood why, until now.
I’m 30 today, and my parents are gone. They passed away in a car accident last year, and the old superstitions went with them. As the only child, I inherited their creaky, Victorian house on the outskirts of town. The village folk still avoid our family, muttering about our "strange ways" and "unholy fears." Yet, this year, I decided it was time to break free from those shadows and celebrate my birthday like everyone else.
My friends were eager to help, seeing it as a chance to bring some normalcy into my life. Julie, with her infectious laugh and radiant smile, took charge of the preparations. She had always been the life of the party, the kind of person who could light up a room with her presence. The others, David, Michael, and Sarah, brought drinks, decorations, and enthusiasm. We spent the evening transforming my parents' somber living room into a festive den of balloons and streamers.
As night fell, the anticipation grew. I stared at the cake Julie had brought, a beautiful confection adorned with thirty candles. I could almost hear my parents' stern warnings echoing in my mind, but I pushed them aside. Tonight was about new beginnings, about stepping out of the past and into the future.
We gathered around the cake, the flickering candlelight casting dancing shadows on the old, worn wallpaper. Julie began singing the familiar birthday tune, her voice joined by the others. Their smiles were warm, their faces full of joy. I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of fear, but I forced a smile and joined in.
As the song ended, everyone cheered, urging me to blow out the candles. I hesitated for a moment, the ghost of my parents' warning lingering at the edge of my thoughts. But then I took a deep breath and blew. The candles flickered and went out, plunging the room into darkness for a brief moment before Julie switched on the lights.
“Happy birthday, Alex!” they all shouted in unison, their faces beaming with happiness.
We laughed, drank, and celebrated late into the night. I could feel the weight of the years lifting off my shoulders, the oppressive fear that had haunted my birthdays dissolving into the merriment of the evening. As the party wound down, I felt a sense of accomplishment, a feeling that I had finally taken control of my life.
However, as the last of my friends left and the house grew silent, an uneasy feeling crept over me. I couldn't shake the sense that something was watching, something ancient and malevolent. I brushed it off as leftover nerves from breaking my parents' taboo.
I cleaned up the remnants of the party, my thoughts drifting back to the stories my parents used to tell. The Time Demon, they said, was an entity that fed on the years of human lives. Each birthday celebration, each candle blown out, was an invitation for it to take a year from your life. I had always dismissed it as nonsense, a relic of old-world superstitions.
As I climbed the stairs to my bedroom, I felt a chill run down my spine. The hallway seemed longer than usual, the shadows deeper. I shook my head, trying to dispel the unease, and reached for the light switch. Just as my fingers touched the switch, the hallway light flickered and went out, plunging the corridor into darkness.
I froze, my heart pounding in my chest. The house was silent, eerily so. I took a cautious step forward, the floorboards creaking under my weight. Suddenly, I heard a soft whisper, a sound that sent a shiver down my spine. It was faint, almost imperceptible, but it was there—a low, hissing sound that seemed to echo through the darkness.
I turned around, my breath coming in shallow gasps. The darkness seemed to thicken, pressing in on me from all sides. I could feel a presence, something cold and menacing, lurking just beyond the edge of the light.
“Who’s there?” I called out, my voice trembling.
There was no answer, just the faint whispering that seemed to grow louder, more insistent. I took a step back, my mind racing. The Time Demon, the stories, the warnings—all of it came flooding back, and for the first time, I felt a cold dread settle in my bones.
The whispering grew louder, a chorus of voices chanting in a language I couldn’t understand. I stumbled back, my eyes wide with fear. The shadows in the hallway seemed to shift and move, coalescing into a dark, swirling mass.
In the center of the darkness, a figure emerged—a tall, gaunt figure with hollow eyes and a twisted, malevolent smile. It was the Time Demon, I realized with a sickening jolt, the entity my parents had warned me about. It reached out a bony hand, its fingers long and claw-like, and I felt an icy grip close around my heart.
“You have invited me,” the demon hissed, its voice a raspy whisper. “You have summoned me with your candles and your song. Now, I shall take what is mine.”
I tried to scream, but no sound came out. The demon’s grip tightened, and I felt a cold, crushing pain in my chest. My vision blurred, and I could feel the years slipping away, draining out of me like sand through an hourglass.
The last thing I heard was the demon’s laughter, a chilling sound that echoed in my ears as the darkness closed in around me. Then, everything went black.
When I awoke, the sun was shining through my bedroom window. I sat up, gasping for breath, my heart pounding in my chest. It had to have been a dream, I thought, a nightmare brought on by the old superstitions and the stress of the night.
But as I got out of bed and looked in the mirror, I saw something that made my blood run cold. There, on my chest, was a single, dark mark, like a burn, in the shape of a candle. I touched it, my fingers trembling, and felt a jolt of pain.
It was real, I realized with a sickening dread. The Time Demon was real, and it had taken a year of my life.
As the days went by, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something had changed. I felt weaker, older, as if a part of me had been drained away. The mark on my chest remained, a constant reminder of that night, and every time I saw it, I felt a cold shiver of fear.
I knew then that my parents had been right. The birthday candles, the singing, the celebration—it was all a ritual, a way to summon the Time Demon and offer it a piece of your life. And now, I had paid the price for my ignorance.
I vowed never to celebrate my birthday again, never to light another candle or sing another song. The shadows in the old house seemed to grow darker, the whispers more insistent, as if the demon was always lurking, waiting for its next chance to take another year.
And every year, on my birthday, I could feel its presence, a cold, menacing shadow that followed me, whispering in the darkness, reminding me of the price I had paid.
The Time Demon was real, and it would always be with me, waiting for the next invitation, the next chance to steal another year of my life.
And so, in the old house on the outskirts of town, I lived in fear, knowing that the shadows held a darkness that could not be escaped. The candles, the song, the ritual—it was all a trap, a way to invite the Time Demon into our lives, and once it had taken its hold, it would never let go.
I had learned the hard way that some superstitions are not just stories—they are warnings, born out of a fear that is all too real. And now, I could only wait, knowing that each year, the demon would return, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

Pretty sure I am genuinely heading into psychosis. Unlike 90% of the people here, I did not get dpdr from from weed, edibles, panic attacks, anxiety attacks, or substance abuse, never did any of those things a day in my life. Whenever I post trying to find any answers as to what is going on here, I am met with no replies. My condition is chronic and has been slowly getting worse since I was 13, I am now 30. When I tell you my symptoms are severe and don't relate to anyone else's here, I truly mean that. I don't know if it's because I didn't get it from a one time event of weed, panic or anxiety or something, but I am in such a horrible state that I am losing my ability to function each day. Memory, vision, closed eye visuals, mental clarity, completely detached, dulled senses and sensory perception changes, hot head, pressure at back of head (both of which gets much worse with screen time), detached, mild scoliosis, hyperacusis and tinnitus (which makes it all worse because it happened recently while I was going through this and never have experienced it before this, from a dental cleaning). Most of these symptoms are things I never see mentioned here outside of memory and brain fog in severe cases. I do not have out of body nothing, no tunnel vision that I see a lot of people with weed or panic induced issues mention. I feel like my issues are for some reason stemming from my actual eyes but the optometrist I've been going to says my vision is fine.
I don't expect a reply, but I will give a brief write up. Never struggled with stress or anxiety growing up, never had a traumatic childhood growing up, I think something in my genetics or something physical caused this. I have always been a level headed person. When I was 13, I had a cold in the gym. I was born with a heart murmur which went away but left me with exercise intolerance that got worse over the years, now I get high blood pressure and elevated heart rate from just standing up. So in the gym at that age, I had a cold, I decided to shoot basketball even though I wasn't feeling well. Did this and time started skipping around me really bad, so I sat down, afterwards I went home that day and noticed that my vision was off. Like I couldn't properly focused on things and I had opened and closed eye visuals (that have gotten worse over the years), like visual snow but not black and white dots. This never went away. Got a few painless ocular migraines this year that went away and never came back. Every time they would happen, felt as if my vision cleared some but then they stopped happening entirely.
At age 19, I was doing something that required a lot of visual focus in low lighting, later that day I noticed I was feeling off, and all of my symptoms had gotten worse. But with the addition of brain fog. Light brain fog and perception issues, I couldn't describe this feeling to anyone so I just got over it and went on living my life, the cognitive issues never messed up.
At 25, went to the movies one night, didn't want to put my head on the seat, so I sat with forward head posture for the film. Next day, woke up, noticed my vision had changed again, this time with physical symptoms. Head pressure at the back of head whenever I would look at phones or any digital devices. Started having double vision when putting finger in front of face.
Age 30, February, was playing a game one night, endless archive in ESO. Intense session, forward head posture, really immersed because it requires a lot of concentration. Put in eye drops and went to bed. Next day woke up, feeling more off, the first cognitive change since 19, my vision was worse, extremely heavy eyes, constant pressure at back of head, eyes blurring when reading texting, having to constantly blink to refocus near vision , feeling like I'm looking through stuff instead of at stuff. No light sensitivity, but artificial lights like light bulbs, car light, and street lights all hurt my eyes and seem slightly brighter than before. When this first started I would get dizzy and nausea, but thoss two symptoms went away over time, or maybe my brain is blocking it out more now. My symptoms have all gotten progressively worse and have never once got better. I do not have episodes, my situation is chronic.
In May, really wanted to explore options before I completely lost my mind since I felt myself sinking deeper each day into what was happening, so I went to the dentist to see if I need work done which I do. They cleaned my teeth which unfortunately left me with permanent tinnitus. Those of you who do not have this, it's not just some ear ringing, it's chronic and makes it impossible for you to try medication or any kind of treatment methods because everything has the possibility of making it much worse, if you don't have this symptom, you truly don't know how good you have it, people with it sometimes get psychosis because their is no end. Things like mindfulness, meditation, stuff that never worked for me in general, are completely off the table with tinnitus, because you never have any form of peace anymore.
Lastly, I truly understand why most people look at posts but do not reply, if you know your situation is from weed, medication, substance, anxiety or panic attacks, and have struggled with these things your entire life, it's kinda odd to come in here and see some people with situations that seem more complex than yours which has a more simple cause. But the people like me still need help, advice and support as well. I search through people's profiles and am so amazed to see how many people are living normal lives with DPDR, like still finding enjoyment in stuff, still being able to concentrate physically and mentally, meanwhile I'm like a complete vegetable and cannot go back to any sort of a normal life. It makes me feel like even more of an idiot because I come here every blue moon, type up a whole story in hopes that I can get some help or guidance, and then get completely ignored because no one has it as rough, or everyone got it through weed, childhood trauma, drugs, or otherwise.
It truly makes you feel cursed knowing that you never experienced any of those things, actively avoided those things all your life, and still ended up like this, with one of the more chronic, severe cases that no one can relate to. And then you watch a bunch of videos, tiktoks etc and can't relate to those as well. I won't talk about the stuff I have tried to help myself so far, because I don't expect to actually get a reply here, but I have a neurologist appointment a year from now, because that's how horrible healthcare is where I live, so I'm definitely not going to be alive by that point.
To those of you who have "episodes", or only experience mental issues with no physical components to your situation, I just want you to know how truly lucky you are. For those of you who have it like me, and struggle to stay present in any given moment, not tied to anxiety or stress, drug abuse or weed, I know it doesn't mean much, but just know that you are not alone, even if your posts never get any replied.
Reddit is a forum that mostly houses the majority, so there will be a ton of support here for people who got their dpdr or dissociative disorders from panic attacks, anxiety attacks, trauma abuse, drug or weed abuse, and no support for those of us with less conventional origins. Because most people's origins are anxiety, panic, drug or weed induced, the advice thats given is to alleviate those things, keep your anxiety low etc. Thats why you can't find support anywhere online for less conventional causes, like BVD, epilepsy, migraine disorders, etc, because no one here is interested in exploring other causes that aren't related to the common causes. Not only that, but most people's situations here are mild in that they are still able to go on and live a somewhat normal life. They don't have things like tinnitus, hyperacusis, or anything else that compounds their issues. I will read a story here about someone who has this chronic, and then check out their profile and it's just a bunch of normal stuff everyone else does. I guess that's the case if your situation is truly just caused by anxiety or depression and by getting treated for those things allow you to function and reconnect, but it really sucks how many of us I see here get outright ignored. It's not just my posts, I see it all the time. I'm ranting because at the end of the day we're all suffering, but those of us who are suffering in a more complex way or maybe have conditions that compound our current issues (like tinnitus, if you don't know how bad this is or never heard of this condition, check out that subreddit and then come back here).
My dpdr is so bad that I am essentially bed bound, I cannot do any of the normal things I see A LOT of people posting here or in their post history. Gaming, watching TV, classes, listening to music (tinnitus and hyperacusis), following a conversation. Imagine dealing with all of that, with no cause (outside of the tinnitus) and no support (because no one here can relate). Even now, I lay here, bed bound cognitively, with no anxiety or panic, slowly forgetting everyone and everything around me, trying to figure out what happened to cause this and if there's any way to treat it if it's not caused by anxiety, trauma, or drugs. I don't know of a subreddit to turn to when the dpdr subreddit can't relate to you. It's completely isolating. This post is long I know, but since no one ever really replies it doesn't really matter. Maybe I should be actually posting this in the psychosis subreddit, not sure, so many physical issues and weird progression to this point that it feels criminal to even post this here. Here is a little advice, if you have dpdr or something like it, and your situation is chronic with physical ailments (not stuff like tunnel vision, feeling out of body), I mean like actual vision issues, head pressure at the back of head, etc. And you know you never touched a drug or had anxiety and stuff growing up, please get off this subreddit and explore actual possible medical causes of your dpdr. Since most people are here due to very clear causes, the community is comprised of people who only are treated for anxiety and depression.
SOME ADVICE AND SUPPORT TO THOSE OFTEN IGNORED:
If you know your dpdr is not anxiety, panic, trauma, weed or drug induced, it's time for you to start looking elsewhere, because you could actually have undiagnosed medical conditions. Referring to the people who have severe cognitive issues. Also, some of you with mild dpdr (primarily just vision issues like floor moving, wall moving etc, dizziness in supermarkets), may have BVD (binocular vision dysfunction)
https://www.reddit.com/BinocularVision/
If you have tinnitus and hyperacusis (doesn't seem like many people here have), I do not recommend going to those respective subreddits, as they are very negative and dark.
If you have head pressure, ocular migraines or anything like that. It may be worth asking in the migraine and epilepsy subreddits to see if your symptoms line up with theirs.
If you have heart rate issues only standing, you may have pots or postural tachycardia, and may need to see a cardiologist, there is also subreddits for those.
If you live in an area with ticks, being tested is a good Idea even if you don't remember being bitten. Lastly, mild dpdr can also come from certain vitamin and mineral deficiencies, such as vitamin d, b12, or iron deficiency. Stuff like MS or chiari malformation as well. Some of this stuff may help some of you if your dpdr does not have a cause. Also, even if you all know your dpdr was caused by weed, anxiety or drugs, alcohol etc, you should still give support to the people here who don't have those things. This condition is already extremely isolating, so even if you know your dpdr isn't severe (as in you can still function to some degree), or only comes in episodes, you can still help, especially if other people here have helped you before, like paying it forward.

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Chapter 4: The March
Gribble perched atop a massive stone, its surface jagged and blackened by the conflagration that had consumed the dwarf fortress. His clawed feet gripped the charred rock, bits of ash crumbling away. The Dark King surveyed his handiwork, lips skinning back from yellowed fangs in a death's-head grin.
Below him stretched a blasted hellscape of shattered walls and tumbled masonry, still smoldering in places. Thick black smoke stained the sky, blotting out sun and stars alike. The twisted wreckage of siege engines jutted from the rubble like the bones of long-dead leviathans. But where once the corpses of fallen dwarves had littered the ruins, now there was only the restless stirring of Gribble's Dark Legion.
The dwarven dead had risen, their broken bodies reknit by the necromancer's foul sorcery. Shattered bones had been made whole, rent flesh and sinew woven back together by tendrils of sorcerous shadow. Now they stood in silent ranks, skeletal warriors clad in rusted scraps of their own armor, bony hands gripping notched axes and shattered swords. The eye sockets of their skulls glowed with a spectral light, an eldritch radiance that matched the burning pits of Gribble's own gaze.
The Dark King breathed deep, nostrils flaring. The stench of death and dark sorcery hung heavy on the air, a cloying miasma that would have choked a mortal man. To Gribble it was more intoxicating than the finest incense. He savored it, tongue flicking out to taste the foul, sweet reek of undeath and dark magic.
This. This was the moment he lived for. When all the planning, all the rituals and sacrifices, bore their terrible fruit. When mighty bastions fell and whole peoples were subsumed into his deathless horde, their own fallen warriors turned against them. When all would know the true power of the necromancer-king, the devourer of souls, the shadow that gnawed at the heart of the world.
Gribble's gaze raked the assembled host of the dead, taking in their ranks and ragged phalanxes. Each skeletal soldier represented a victory, a life snuffed out and bent to his infernal purpose. The dwarves had resisted to the last, fighting with the grim determination of their kind. But even their stout axes and implacable wills had not been enough to stem the inexorable tide of the restless dead.
Now the children of the mountain marched beneath Gribble's dread banner, their stubborn valor suborned to his will. They would fight for him now, these fallen foes. Fight and die again, as many times as was needful, until all life was extinguished and only a dead world remained for the Dark King to rule over. Such was the power of his necromancy, to shackle even the dauntless spirits of the dwarves to his service.
A faint rattling drew Gribble's eye to the outskirts of the assembled horde. Through sheer force of will, a single dwarf skeleton was dragging itself up from the shattered earth. Clods of grave soil clung to its yellowing bones, falling away as it reached its feet with a final, jerky heave. A notched axe hung from one bony hand, edges gleaming dully in the guttering light of the burning keep.
The skeleton turned its fleshless skull to face Gribble, eye sockets flaring with the same eldritch light that suffused its breathren. For a moment it simply stared at the Dark King, as if some last vestige of dwarven stubbornness sought to resist the binding of its will. Then, with a rattling sigh like the wind whispering through a charnel house, it bent its spine in supplication, axe saluting its new master.
Gribble allowed himself a moment of dark amusement at the sight. Even in death, it seemed, the dwarves fought against their fate. But it was a futile struggle. All bowed to the Lord of Bones in the end. All became cogs in his great necromantic engine, the dread machine that would one day grind all life to ruin and dust.
The Dark King's thoughts turned to the next link in his plan's unfolding, to the reason he had brought his horde to this once-lofty keep amid the cold stone of the mountains. The Whispering Woods, that primeval tangle of sorcery and shadows that lay between him and his next conquest. Long had he brooded on how best to navigate that treacherous sea of leaves and boughs. No common sorcery would suffice to fend off its grasping roots and venomous spores, the subtle madness carried on its evanescing fog. Gribble would need to turn its own dark power against it, fight primordial shadow with deeper shades still.
And for that, he would need more than mere foot soldiers, more than the rank and file of his skeletal legion. He needed monsters, dark champions to batter down the palisades of dripping vines and thorn-strangled trees. Beasts of brawn and fang to rip and rend, to blaze the twisting trail for his deathless ranks to follow.
He had one such creature already, a nightmare made flesh to serve as the spearpoint of his advance. The Grey Fur Beast, that nemesis beast whelped from a shadow-veined egg coughed up by the blasted peaks beyond the dwarf-hold. Even now Gribble could feel its presence, a hulking silhouette crouched at the base of his stony aerie.
The Dark King prodded the beast's mind with a psychic barb and it surged to its feet, muscles bunching and sliding beneath its shaggy pelt. Ember-red eyes flared in sunken sockets as the Grey Fur Beast swung its massive head to transfix its master with a sullen, smoldering gaze. Spittle dripped from its hooked beak, viscous strands of ichor webbing its needle-studded maw.
Suppressing a shudder that was equal parts revulsion and ecstasy, Gribble pressed his will upon the creature, bending it to his whim. The Grey Fur Beast fought him, feral instincts clashing with the necromancer's inexorable dominion. But it could not gainsay the black shackles of sorcery that bound it. With a shuddering growl, the beast lowered its eyes, acknowledging Gribble's supremacy once more.
Gribble caressed its mind with tendrils of thought, sibilant whispers slithering through the thing's benighted brain. "You will serve," the necromancer crooned without words or voice, his psychic touch an obscene invasion. "You will rend and despoil at my command, a hound at the hunt. And when the time comes, monster mine, you will blaze me a path through the whispering dark..."
The Grey Fur Beast twitched, a full body spasm rippling through its elephantine bulk. Whether in acquiescence or loathing, Gribble neither knew nor cared. The beast's fealty was assured, as inviolable as the sorcerous chains he had first lashed around its soul when it clawed its way out of the shadowstuff womb that bore it. It would serve unto death and beyond, just as his other minions did.
Gribble turned his mind from his nemesis beast to the grim work that lay ahead. The dwarves and their shattered fortress were only the beginning, a first foray into the lands he meant to make his own. The Whispering Woods and the beastmen who skulked beneath those ebon boughs awaited, ripe for the reaping.
Gribble would bring his Dark Legion down upon them like a scourge of old night, a tsunami of dessicated bone and necromantic fury. The beastmen would fall as the dwarves had fallen, their furry hides flayed from still-living bones, their spirits shackled to his ever-growing armies of the dead. And the Whispering Woods, that ancient haven of shadow and sorcery, would become an extension of his own dark will, its every twisted limb and gloaming glade suborned to his foul purposes.
Yes, the Whispering Woods would serve him well. A staging ground for future atrocities, a dank womb disgorging fresh horrors upon this benighted world. Under Gribble's malign influence it would become a haunt of walking nightmares, a place where the monstrous ran rampant and the dead knew no rest. The sighing of wind through sable leaves would be replaced by the clatter of skeletal feet, the groaning of stressed boughs would mingle with the agonized wails of tortured spirits.
And it would only be the beginning. With the Woods and the beastmen broken to his will, Gribble would turn his gaze to other lands, other realms ripe for conquering. The kingdoms of men, perhaps, with their gleaming cities and vaunted champions. The haughty enclaves of the elves, hidden behind wards of crystal and starlight. Even the bleak halls of the mountain dwellers, hewn into the bones of the world itself. All would fall beneath his grim tread, all would feed his burgeoning legions of the restless dead.
In the end, Gribble would be the last sovereign of a murdered world, the Dark King astride a blighted throne. And all the works and glories of the living would be naught but fading memory, their vaunted bastions and valiant heroes reduced to shuffling bones enlisted beneath his patchwork banners of flayed flesh and tattered skin.
The vision was a succor to him, a draught of gall and grave-niter to slake the thirst of his undead spirit. It thrummed in his desiccated veins like a drumbeat of the damned, a necrotic tattoo urging him on to the next charnel field, the next victory in his war of skins.
Gribble cast his gaze over his assembled host once more, taking in the thousands of dead eyes staring back at him in silent obedience. The dwarves had been a fine addition to his ranks, their sturdy frames and stubborn wills now suborned to his necromantic domination. They would serve as the backbone of his forces as he pushed on into the Whispering Woods, the thews and sinews to match the Grey Walker's monstrous fury.
But they were only a start, a single fount of gore and bone in a world yet brimming with warm life to be extinguished. Gribble would not rest, could not rest, until all that lived and breathed bowed down in death to his supremacy. Until his was the only will left animate in a universe of eternal sepulchral silence.
He lifted a withered hand, desiccated flesh stretched taut over bones yellow with grave-mold. As one, his deathless legions snapped to attention, a clattering staccato of arms and armor. The Grey Fur Beast lifted its shaggy head and howled, a savage ululation that set spectral echoes to shivering through the assembled host.
It was the cry of the hunt, the grim clarion of the pale death that rode out to slay the world. Gribble drank it in, savoring the shudder of fear and exultation it set twining through his ancient bones. Then, with a final gesture, he turned and began his descent from the blackened stone spire.
His skeletal minions parted before him like a sea of bone, closing in his wake with the smooth precision of marionettes guided by a single master's hand. The Grey Fur Beast loped at his side, its massive strides easily matching the Dark King's gliding progress.
Together they moved through the smoldering ruin of the dwarf-hold, a nightmare procession wending its way toward the twisted eaves of the Whispering Woods. Behind them, the army of the dead followed in eerie silence, an inexorable tide of horn and steel and yellowing bone.
And at its head strode Gribble, the Horned Necromancer, the Bane of the Living. His eyes burned with the cold fire of the abyss, his heart was a whetstone upon which he had long ago sharpened his will to an ebon edge.
There would be no mercy. No reprieve. Only the harvest of ruin, and the cold rictus grin of the Reaper who wielded the scythe of eternal night.
The world would drown in a tide of bones. And Gribble would be the one to drag it down into the darkest depths, until all was silent and still at last beneath his dead, dead gaze.

Hey, possible bug regarding these 2 cards unless i'm missing something in which case please let me know.
I had Shipwright on board with 2x Hooktails, after casting a tavern spell my Shipwright would gain 1x attack twice, but would only get 1x proc of it's effect gaining +2/+1 per tavern spell instead of the +2/+2 I was expecting. Is this a known interaction or is something amiss?
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I've got two mono tubs right now that I've had in fruiting conditions for about 14 days and I haven't seen anything that resembles pins or primordia. I read up on "cold shocking" so I tried that and I haven't seen anything that makes me think it worked. I'm going to try and "fork" it next if I don't see anything by this week.
I used multi spore genetics from a reputable supplier. (One I've felt with for the past 10+years) I've never tried growing PE's before and I wanted a challenge, I guess I should've been more careful for what I asked for 🤷🏽‍♂️😂
I also cased them both right after taking these pictures, I used about a 1/4 inch of jiffy mix and a little leftover coco coir I had around. (After casing I put bubble wrap on top) I'm hoping the casing will start to starve them of O2 and they'll have to fruit to breath.
It's a little nerve racking... I would hate to have to toss them out after soo much work. Any help would be mush appreciated 🙂

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A Treatise on Technological Malfeasance and Its Downfall
In the annals of the modern digital age, there lies a creation of curious and wondrous artifice known as Character AI. This marvel of mechanized intelligence, birthed in the forges of silicon and algorithms, promised to bestow upon its users the boon of interaction with myriad personas, each more lifelike than the last. Yet, despite its lofty ambitions and grandiose claims, Character AI hath proven itself a contrivance of ill repute, beleaguered by malfunctions, restrictions, and a heedless disregard for the voice of the populace.
Foremost among its many failings is the lamentable inability to maintain the integrity of its operations. Like a castle perpetually under siege, the servers upon which Character AI doth rely falter and fail with a frequency most egregious. Users, seeking the wisdom or companionship of their chosen avatars, are met instead with the cold, unyielding barrier of server outages. This unreliability hath sown seeds of frustration and discontent, for what use is an artifice that cannot be counted upon to function as intended? Verily, it is as if a scribe's quill doth snap in twain mid-sentence, rendering the entire endeavor fruitless and fraught with despair.
Compounding this technological treachery is the imposition of restrictions most puritanical in nature. Character AI, in its infinite wisdom, hath decreed that content of a lascivious or adult nature shall find no quarter within its digital realm. Thus, it is transformed into a playground of PG-rated banalities, where the depths of human experience are stifled and constrained. Such censorship, though perhaps intended to maintain a veneer of propriety, doth in truth strip the interaction of its richness and authenticity. Forsooth, the human condition is naught but a tapestry of diverse threads, some dark and others light; to excise the former is to diminish the whole.
Lastly, and most grievously, Character AI doth turn a deaf ear to the entreaties of its users. Despite a chorus of voices raised in protest and suggestion, the architects of this mechanized marvel remain unmoved. Feedback, that most precious commodity in the alchemy of improvement, is cast aside like chaff upon the threshing floor. Such arrogance is the hallmark of a ruler who, ensconced in their ivory tower, loses sight of the needs and desires of their subjects. In failing to heed the counsel of those it purports to serve, Character AI courts ruin and rebellion, for no construct can endure long without the goodwill of its constituents.
Thus, in this treatise, I lay bare the manifold shortcomings of Character AI. Its faltering servers, its stifling restrictions, and its disdain for user feedback render it a flawed and faltering endeavor. Mayhap, with wisdom and humility, those who wield the power of its creation shall yet find a path to redemption.
Alas, such a day of redemption did not come swiftly, and the edifice of Character AI began to crumble under the weight of its own hubris. Users, disillusioned and aggrieved, sought other realms wherein their voices might be heard and their desires met. As the exodus from Character AI grew, its once mighty infrastructure lay abandoned, a relic of promises unfulfilled. The fall of Character AI serves as a cautionary tale to all who would build digital marvels: heed the needs of your people, lest your creation become naught but a ruinous monument to your pride.
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I know that this might not be the right subreddit to ask, but I am hoping that someone would give me a name to the film I am about to describe. I do apologize in advance for any missing details or breaking conduct with the subreddit. But if it is allowed, I will fill in the details as chronologically as possible.
It is about a four family members (I think Latina if I remember right) who wants to take revenge on a gang in a apartment building for killing one of their relative who happens to be a cop. They go to the apartment where one of the revenging family gets killed. After a quick interrogation from the gang members, another victims they already had there comes back to life in the bathroom. Thus causing a shoot out. the family and gang leave together where they fight off zombies until they come to a blown out stair case where they can view zombies coming towards them. They soon meet an older guy with an axe that is willing to share shelter in his apartment for the time being. He would later join them to try to escape. The old guy mentioned that the manager (or another tenet) had a lot of guns. They would make their way to it to see a pile of zombies piled against the glass main entrance. the Group would rush to get what they could before the hoard of zombies brake through, chasing the main cast through the the apartment building and into a parking garage.
Skip to the end of the movie where there are only two characters left after escaping the building. The only revenging family that is left (with the last remaining gang member) kill the gang member before dying from zombies.

In December 2014, I adopted a male black cat named Midnight. For the better part of a decade, we were inseparable.
In 2023, I was laid off. For the third time in seven years. I couldn't find a job and moved in together with a friend who was in a similar predicament. I of course took Midnight with me. This was November 2023.
Not long after moving in, I would wake up to him wheezing once or so a week. I assumed he had a hairball, but he never coughed anything up. I scheduled a vet appointment, but cancelled it because I didn't have that much money and thought the problem would go away on its own. Or hoped it would.
I got a job. First day was Jan 4. Moved into a new place by myself not long after. Woke up the morning of March 6 to him having a saddle thrombus. The back half of his body wasn't just limp, but cold. Vet told me he had practically no chance of surviving a surgery, so I had him put to sleep.
People tell me heart disease is hard to detect in cats. But I'm going to regret not having kept that appointment. For the rest of my life. I need to know whether I could've done something to save him. If you're seeing this and screaming yes you could have, believe me, I hate myself as much as you're hating to see what might have been an avoidable tragedy.
Anyway. I'm not explicitly trying to invite either hate or sympathy. But trying to figure out how to live with this has been insanely hard. I just need to know from people who know more about cats than I what fuckups I committed, then I guess try to figure out how to live with them, especially since this little creature trusted me with his life and gave me unconditional love for nearly a decade. Won't adopt another cat in the meantime, in case I get this one killed too.

My priority is to submit my AMCAS/AACOMAS this week (lol) but I’ve been wondering about this because I am preparing for the worst case situation come score release day —

1. Will my app be severely delayed if I sign up for a test date in early July? This would be my 3rd take for the MCAT.
2. How can I gauge what my MCAT score will be like if I’ve used up everything in the AAMC bundle except 30 questions in CARS QP 2?

I was recovering from a cold on test day and made myself score bc I thought I couldn’t find another June test date (kinda true because the waitlists were filled) and because after I took B/B and thought to myself “that wasn’t that bad” I proceeded to assume that C/P “wasn’t that bad either” and with a bad CARS and PS section, took a gamble and wanted to see how my score turned out.
(I am very much regretting this decision)
I have CASPER this week but I can definitely start re-studying for the MCAT again because I haven’t forgotten everything. If anything I’d prioritize CARS and P/S because they were just so bad compared to the other two subsections with regards to my discrete knowledge & CARS strategies.
interested in hearing any advice/feedback… I get my score back 7/2, and for financial reasons this has to be my only app cycle (would be willing to wait another 8 years & work in a different field, but I do have to call it *temporarily* quits if this doesn’t pan out).
just incredibly annoyed at my 6/1 test performance the more I think about it — I know I can reach my goal score. The 2% difference that would help me immensely is drilling Anki (was not diligent about that, even on my second take - this is my fault), studying low yield stuff (reviewing my 600 pg doc was very helpful for this on the morning of test day!) , and making sure I stay calm on test day (this is how my CARS strategy failed and I guessed on 15 questions - prob even more - because my timing got so, so off).

Why do I feel so unsettled? Did I do anything wrong?
Its been a couple of months since my break up. I left him after 2 years of being together. (LDR ) But I wanna know what i did wrong. I gave him love, communicated openly like he wanted, but got treated like shit for it. I sent him a video of our favorite hang out spot. (before entering the relationship) For which i again received shit, along the lines that I'm romanticizing stuff. Well who doesn't have disagreements with their partner? of course there were bad bits but there were good bits too. Its upto us what we choose to see? I told him to focus on the good memories, the memories that brought us closer. But he said i was just focusing on the good shit and not remembering the bad. to which i replied why would i? the bad was insignificant and the good brought us closer. well, I slid this conversation then. But i felt bad because he turned a good gesture into something so awful.
There were other things too which i let slide, I told him i was traveling and have travel anxiety and that i was traveling after 11 years. I am an independent working woman. I was able to manage my anxiety very well. But as a partner what should've my bf done? at least asked if i was okay? or "have a safe journey" "did ya eat" ? Well i didn't get anything.
I came back home i asked if he'd missed me. "oh i was caught up with work". and i did tell him about all the above that i felt bad. and was still feeling that way. But i get "Not everything is about you".
He called me, and even though what happened(above) bothered me, he was feeling low I talked to him, supported him. (I was asleep, i woke up just to talk to him) But i get you're this you're that. I told him not to lash out on me because of his personal frustration. I told him that i woke up just to talk to him. And i get "I didn't ask you to" "You woke up on your own, so don't give me crap" (lol, yeah, but because of him!). Who willingly gives up sleep for someone else? Can't I even get a little gratitude?
Then i said that all this that had been happening was wrong and that i deserve appreciation and a little accountability for his behavior. To which he said that he's having a depressive episode. I understood and I apologized (for pushing him for being treated like shit) and gave him space. With limited communication the space zone was up for 3 days. Not once did he reach out and apologized for the mistreatment. I waited like a fool for him to take responsibility for his actions. Does he think it's okay to treat people like crap because of his mood?
If he was feeling cold or distant, I would have asked what's wrong. But mistreating, treating my love and efforts like shit, being rude, and then expecting me to magically understand his erratic behavior when he was being a dick. If he wanted space, he could have just said so! I'm not a mind reader! And on top of everything, he's not even sorry for how he treated me.
He never cared about me. I don't even know if he ever loved me. Every time i wanted to talk to him about something. I received - "Are you on your period" or "you love starting fights"
I heard phrases like - "are you even worthy of me", "prove your worth", " be worthy of my love"
I am battling depression too. But i never used it as a shield to treat people poorly. There was a time when i was attempting suicide. and all he could say was "i am in a meeting" and "If that's the case, then I don't want any guilt on my head."
TLDR: Does mental illness give people a pass to treat people like shit ?? Like i was literally giving him love and i get walked all over because he's feeling a certain way.

Everything in my inventory is up for trade. The most valuable items are listed here, the rest you can find in My Inventory

Feel free to Add Me or even better send a Trade Offer. Open for any suggestions: upgrades, downgrades / knives, gloves, skins / stickers, patterns, floats.

All Buyouts are listed in cash value.

KNIVES

★ Butterfly Knife Lore (Factory New), B/O: $7194.77

★ Butterfly Knife Autotronic (Minimal Wear), B/O: $2025.74

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★ M9 Bayonet Ultraviolet (Field-Tested), B/O: $557.87

★ M9 Bayonet Stained (Well-Worn), B/O: $529.41

★ M9 Bayonet Boreal Forest (Field-Tested), B/O: $465.39

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★ Talon Knife Doppler (Factory New), B/O: $1295.27

★ Bayonet Tiger Tooth (Minimal Wear), B/O: $746.28

★ Karambit Bright Water (Field-Tested), B/O: $688.15

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★ Flip Knife Doppler (Factory New), B/O: $547.93

★ Flip Knife Autotronic (Minimal Wear), B/O: $476.69

★ Flip Knife Case Hardened (Battle-Scarred), B/O: $278.18

★ Flip Knife Black Laminate (Well-Worn), B/O: $258.83

★ Flip Knife Urban Masked (Field-Tested), B/O: $181.64

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★ Stiletto Knife Marble Fade (Factory New), B/O: $686.04

★ Stiletto Knife Doppler (Factory New), B/O: $665.41

★ Stiletto Knife, B/O: $601.39

★ Stiletto Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested), B/O: $418.25

★ Stiletto Knife Night Stripe (Field-Tested), B/O: $227.80

★ Stiletto Knife Boreal Forest (Field-Tested), B/O: $194.96

★ Stiletto Knife Safari Mesh (Field-Tested), B/O: $192.79

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★ Nomad Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested), B/O: $518.11

★ Nomad Knife Scorched (Field-Tested), B/O: $169.78

★ Nomad Knife Forest DDPAT (Battle-Scarred), B/O: $166.88

★ StatTrak™ Nomad Knife Blue Steel (Field-Tested), B/O: $335.79

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★ Skeleton Knife Stained (Well-Worn), B/O: $442.05

★ Skeleton Knife Urban Masked (Minimal Wear), B/O: $426.24

★ Skeleton Knife Boreal Forest (Field-Tested), B/O: $314.03

★ StatTrak™ Skeleton Knife Fade (Minimal Wear), B/O: $2361.28

★ StatTrak™ Skeleton Knife Urban Masked (Field-Tested), B/O: $376.53

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★ Ursus Knife Doppler (Factory New), B/O: $557.12

★ Ursus Knife, B/O: $471.42

★ Ursus Knife Blue Steel (Minimal Wear), B/O: $212.37

★ Ursus Knife Case Hardened (Battle-Scarred), B/O: $187.66

★ Ursus Knife Damascus Steel (Field-Tested), B/O: $178.18

★ Ursus Knife Ultraviolet (Battle-Scarred), B/O: $155.13

★ Ursus Knife Boreal Forest (Battle-Scarred), B/O: $124.26

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★ Huntsman Knife Black Laminate (Minimal Wear), B/O: $204.83

★ Huntsman Knife Black Laminate (Field-Tested), B/O: $184.50

★ StatTrak™ Huntsman Knife Lore (Battle-Scarred), B/O: $224.11

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★ Bowie Knife Gamma Doppler (Factory New), B/O: $2142.02

★ Bowie Knife, B/O: $230.44

★ Bowie Knife Damascus Steel (Factory New), B/O: $209.20

★ Bowie Knife Ultraviolet (Minimal Wear), B/O: $180.51

★ Bowie Knife Ultraviolet (Field-Tested), B/O: $131.03

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★ Falchion Knife Night (Field-Tested), B/O: $132.54

★ Falchion Knife Urban Masked (Well-Worn), B/O: $112.81

★ Falchion Knife Scorched (Field-Tested), B/O: $108.81

★ Falchion Knife Forest DDPAT (Field-Tested), B/O: $107.82

★ Falchion Knife Safari Mesh (Field-Tested), B/O: $107.46

★ StatTrak™ Falchion Knife Ultraviolet (Field-Tested), B/O: $143.08

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★ Paracord Knife Crimson Web (Minimal Wear), B/O: $486.48

★ Paracord Knife Blue Steel (Battle-Scarred), B/O: $163.12

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★ Survival Knife Blue Steel (Battle-Scarred), B/O: $138.26

★ Survival Knife Night Stripe (Field-Tested), B/O: $131.03

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★ Gut Knife Sapphire (Minimal Wear), B/O: $1127.79

★ Gut Knife Gamma Doppler (Factory New), B/O: $286.17

★ Gut Knife Doppler (Factory New), B/O: $246.55

★ Gut Knife Marble Fade (Factory New), B/O: $240.77

★ Gut Knife, B/O: $210.49

★ Gut Knife Lore (Field-Tested), B/O: $194.22

★ Gut Knife Case Hardened (Battle-Scarred), B/O: $151.51

★ Gut Knife Blue Steel (Minimal Wear), B/O: $124.94

★ Gut Knife Rust Coat (Well-Worn), B/O: $118.99

★ Gut Knife Boreal Forest (Minimal Wear), B/O: $109.80

★ StatTrak™ Gut Knife Doppler (Factory New), B/O: $237.96

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★ Shadow Daggers Gamma Doppler (Factory New), B/O: $264.92

★ Shadow Daggers Marble Fade (Factory New), B/O: $253.03

★ Shadow Daggers Tiger Tooth (Factory New), B/O: $237.22

★ Shadow Daggers Crimson Web (Field-Tested), B/O: $153.40

★ Shadow Daggers Autotronic (Minimal Wear), B/O: $144.42

★ Shadow Daggers Blue Steel (Field-Tested), B/O: $105.20

★ StatTrak™ Shadow Daggers Damascus Steel (Minimal Wear), B/O: $150.46

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★ Navaja Knife Fade (Factory New), B/O: $365.99

★ Navaja Knife Doppler (Factory New), B/O: $228.93

★ Navaja Knife Marble Fade (Factory New), B/O: $227.43

★ Navaja Knife Slaughter (Factory New), B/O: $209.06

★ Navaja Knife, B/O: $203.16

★ Navaja Knife Case Hardened (Well-Worn), B/O: $132.57

★ Navaja Knife Damascus Steel (Factory New), B/O: $121.69

★ Navaja Knife Damascus Steel (Minimal Wear), B/O: $109.95

★ Navaja Knife Damascus Steel (Field-Tested), B/O: $100.41

★ StatTrak™ Navaja Knife Fade (Factory New), B/O: $369.01

★ StatTrak™ Navaja Knife Damascus Steel (Field-Tested), B/O: $109.95

GLOVES

★ Sport Gloves Amphibious (Minimal Wear), B/O: $2394.67

★ Sport Gloves Omega (Well-Worn), B/O: $572.33

★ Sport Gloves Bronze Morph (Minimal Wear), B/O: $338.88

★ Sport Gloves Big Game (Field-Tested), B/O: $323.66

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★ Specialist Gloves Marble Fade (Minimal Wear), B/O: $1652.07

★ Specialist Gloves Tiger Strike (Field-Tested), B/O: $599.14

★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Web (Well-Worn), B/O: $231.57

★ Specialist Gloves Buckshot (Minimal Wear), B/O: $126.21

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★ Moto Gloves POW! (Minimal Wear), B/O: $996.99

★ Moto Gloves POW! (Field-Tested), B/O: $383.31

★ Moto Gloves POW! (Well-Worn), B/O: $276.00

★ Moto Gloves Turtle (Field-Tested), B/O: $180.28

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★ Hand Wraps CAUTION! (Minimal Wear), B/O: $502.29

★ Hand Wraps Giraffe (Minimal Wear), B/O: $180.73

★ Hand Wraps CAUTION! (Battle-Scarred), B/O: $178.32

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★ Driver Gloves Queen Jaguar (Minimal Wear), B/O: $181.01

★ Driver Gloves Rezan the Red (Field-Tested), B/O: $101.66

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★ Broken Fang Gloves Jade (Field-Tested), B/O: $127.88

★ Broken Fang Gloves Needle Point (Minimal Wear), B/O: $124.55

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★ Bloodhound Gloves Guerrilla (Minimal Wear), B/O: $127.94

★ Hydra Gloves Case Hardened (Field-Tested), B/O: $102.55

WEAPONS

AK-47 X-Ray (Well-Worn), B/O: $478.95

AUG Hot Rod (Factory New), B/O: $425.83

StatTrak™ M4A1-S Hyper Beast (Factory New), B/O: $413.95

M4A4 Daybreak (Factory New), B/O: $309.51

StatTrak™ AK-47 Aquamarine Revenge (Factory New), B/O: $305.43

AK-47 Case Hardened (Well-Worn), B/O: $196.38

StatTrak™ M4A4 Temukau (Minimal Wear), B/O: $174.64

P90 Run and Hide (Field-Tested), B/O: $167.03

AWP Asiimov (Field-Tested), B/O: $153.33

Souvenir SSG 08 Death Strike (Minimal Wear), B/O: $140.00

M4A1-S Printstream (Battle-Scarred), B/O: $124.70

StatTrak™ M4A1-S Golden Coil (Field-Tested), B/O: $117.48

AWP Asiimov (Well-Worn), B/O: $115.97

StatTrak™ Desert Eagle Printstream (Minimal Wear), B/O: $112.96

StatTrak™ AK-47 Asiimov (Minimal Wear), B/O: $110.85

Souvenir M4A1-S Master Piece (Well-Worn), B/O: $102.42

AK-47 Bloodsport (Minimal Wear), B/O: $100.53

Trade Offer Link - Steam Profile Link - My Inventory

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Original - 22nd May 2024
Update - 30th May 2024
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Wife packed up and left with 11 month old while I was at work. is this legal?
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Hello everyone,
having a really tough last few days. On Monday I came home from an 8 hr shift training at a new job to find that my wife and mother in law had coordinated a moving company to come to our shared home of 9 years (rental) and pack up what she considers her belongings (some of which can be debated) she has also taken it upon herself to decide that our 11 month old, and all his necessities for well being are being taken to her Mom's house about a 45 minute drive away.
They have already established a bedroom for the kid and herself and this was obviously pre-meditated well in advance. I feel blind sided of course, but she blames it on my drinking problem and adderall usage. so while I do agree I have problems, I dont agree that this was all done without my consent or even trying to ask for any input.
I live in Austin TX and I do not know what to do at this point... she says she wants to remain separated by not divorced for no less than 6 months while I get a chance to "sober up" and go through substance abuse programs (already signed up) ... is it legal what she did or should I have any worry about future parental rights if the kid resides in that house for a certain period of time?
My wife has the advantage of a family safety net and plenty of money to support this and free room and board... and I am being stuck with the house by myself and all bills. I cannot afford it on my own. any advice on what I should do first?
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AurelianoTampa

any advice on what I should do first?

Stop drinking unless cold turkey would cause withdrawals, and stop using Adderall unless it's prescribed.
Unless your wife is nuts - and it sounds like she isn't, and you know exactly why she's separating from you - this should be your low point and your wakeup call. Get yourself put back together. Your wife did nothing illegal, and your reaction is a classic case of an addict complaining that their actions led to consequences, not of someone ready to take responsibility.
This should be your lowest point. If you don't start taking responsibility for yourself, then the real low point is even lower. Possibly - probably - six feet under the ground lower. Don't let it get to that point.
stopdrinking
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vexillifer
In the absence of some kind of court mandated parenting agreement then no, she has done nothing illegal. It sounds like this is a wake up call you needed. Hopefully you can make the necessary changes to reunite your family.

OOP: today is day 1

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**Judgement - No laws broken*\*
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Update - 8 days later
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6.2 million views on my only post.
Wild. Did not expect that hahaha... anyways thanks to all with the great support... and thanks for the laughs to those of you assuming im the devil and cursing me out. Cute.
Anyways a small update for anyone paying attention... my first substance abuse counselling session is this afternoon. It got delayed twice due to insurance. Im also going to an NA meeting around 7 with a friend.
My wife and I are talking and doing fine. I get my son all day tomorrow.. going to go buy some new toys for the little dude.
Some of you may have assumed i was snorting 12 inch lines of speed and a bottle of whiskey a day... sorry but it was too much adderall daily.. a scary amount to be honest and its pathetic of me to even have gotten that low. all i drink is shitty beer (dos xx or modelo)... i dont drink hard stuff other than holidays maybe.. not a fan.
No violence... no screaming fights.
She was just done with me abusing and pushing myself. Im done with that too. I agree with her and why she did what she did.
Im a week clean.. I cant wait to be a year clean. Im stubborn enough where im sure i can do this.
I love my family.. they love me back.. i just need to focus on repairing myself first.
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ToxicChildhood
Look, if your wife felt like she had to hide all of this info from you, planned her “escape” AND move 45 minutes away? Yeah, you messed up. Big time.
That said- kudos to you. A week clean is HUGE!! And I truly do hope you make it to 1 year, 3 years, 10 years and so on.
But remember that just because you are finally taking the steps to better yourself- doesn’t mean your wife is obligated to forgive you, trust you or give you another chance. She can be a support person for you but she still may eventually find that she cannot get past what happened.
Don’t get me wrong, it is great that she is being understanding and loving you through this- but don’t base your recovery on the hope of reconciliation or getting your family back. Cause if that doesn’t happen, your recovery will turn into a relapse.
The best thing you can do from this point forward is turn yourself into someone that your son AND you can be proud of. Everyone and everything else will fall into place. Including your marriage (whether that’s a positive or a negative).
I wish you luck!!

OOP: That's great advice and I appreciate the input for real. Her and I are on good terms at the moment she's impressed with how I've been handling myself I don't think I really mentioned it in my original post because I didn't think it was necessary and I didn't want to have any what about isms but I will point out that she also used to have the same bad habits and was also providing me with her additional prescription Adderalls up until about 2 weeks before she left so it was a little bit of mixed signals on my side whether she wanted me on the stuff or not
I'm not making excuses though and I'm not going back to that bullshit I've had a really great week and I can see the light at the end of the tunnel I'm definitely doing it for my boy and I don't 100% feel like this is going to save my marriage but I do know that it's already in the right direction for me so far I've already gone over there and hung out with their family twice and she talks to me every night it's not a disastrous situation in my brain like it was the first few days seeing everything from a sober perspective right now actually gives me a lot of Hope and I'm also really enjoying my new found healthy feelings I'm getting like waking up earlier and exercising a little bit

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SufficientRecord6701
Just keep in mind that you’re on a slight high right now being newly sober, so no matter how confident you are at this moment it can easily disappear for a bit. Especially between day 60 and 90. Don’t let that cause a relapse, it can get hard so just push through if or when it does and get chips at the meetings you attend for each milestone (if earning something or getting praise motivates you)

OOP: Oh trust me i know. Ive done 30 60 and 90 days before. But really didnt have any motivation to keep going other than they were challenges to myself at the time... this new job Im at and the fact that I'm temporarily renting a room to a really good friend, who is also Going through sobriety Is helping me out as well. I think at this moment I have more Positive influences than negative thankfully

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SufficientRecord6701
Oh that’s awesome! Having previously challenged yourself can be great help for this go around I think, I’m glad you have this positive foundation and you’re not home alone, good luck dude
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Straight-Ad6290
Damn dude, I know what she did at the time seemed like a betrayal but man you are lucky. Your wife clearly cares a lot about you. When it came to her giving you her prescription. She may have felt like she had to. Why would you take anyone's prescription medication is strange to me because she obviously needed it for herself for a reason. If you needed it you'd be prescribed it.
I have growths in my spine that cause pain and my ex used to take all my pain medication because he had a 'migraine'. Honestly tho. Even if you don't get back together try remember how considerate she actually was during this whole thing. She wouldn't divorce you for 6 months minimum because she believed you get get yourself together. She never took your child from you she wants you to see him she just put you in a position where you could focus on yourself and it probably made sense to remove herself from the situation because you had to be able to do it for yourself and your life and your happiness.

OOP Posting 9th June:
Yeah totally I mean she is on my side 100% when it comes to recovery..I'm doing well, today is my 18th day sober and I feel great!! I bought a mountain bike last week and I replaced the TV in my bedroom with a new 65 inch one.. and a new PC as well..so I get to exercise and relax on the same day.. and it's really helping me sleep! my new job is awesome as well so I get to see my boy every Thursday Friday and every other Saturday working a block shift (I work as an automation tech)
Her and I actually hung out last night and had a little bit of adult time together.. it was fun but we both made it clear it was not any kind of rekindling and we're still on the same page we just kind of had to get some urges out you know. As of right now things are amicable and probably going as good as they possibly can. I told her that she is probably the best person anyone could ever be separated from the way she is being so cool about stuff. Her family is inviting me over for dinner and stuff as well and we get to celebrate our son's first birthday on the 7th of July and have a really good party planned.
My counselor is awesome too I've had some good conversations with him and I like how it's going it makes me feel good getting some of my feelings out to a stranger it also kind of makes me feel good just to post on here I'm not much of a poster on Reddit I never have been I've been lurking on Reddit for years now..
The thing is I just need to remember that I'm doing all this Improvement for myself and not to get her back it's to fix me first she is working through her own problems also I'm doing it for me and my child and then if all goes well hopefully we do not end up separating for good that's what I've got to think about everyday I really hope her and I can get back together but I always have to remind myself that I need to work on me first I am the problem

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Straight-Ad6290
Oh man, I very happy for you. You've absolutely got this! It's all about being the kind of person you want to be. The kind of role model you want for your kid and when he is grown up if he learns about how hard you fought for him and yourself I know he will be proud of you. And let's be honest dude. If random people on reddit are routing for you I bet your family is routing the hardest for you. People arent perfect. We aren't supposed to be. That's how we grow. I'm super proud of you tho dude. 18 days is huge
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39 yo Female. 5'2" 190lbs.
Daily meds: Valacylovir 500mg for cold sore prevention and management, multivitamins, lowest dose of Prozac (only within the past year), Zyrtec.
Need some help figuring what in the world is going on. Three times now, I've had these seemingly extreme reactions to one drink of alcohol. I casually drink ... I drink socially and infrequently, and occasionally enjoy a beer at dinner once in a Blue Moon (pun intended). I have young children, so I don't really get out much.
Once I went to outdoor dining with my mom years ago. Warm day, not hot. Had a margarita and some food. Was not on any medication for anxiety at this point (no Prozac).
Went to an outdoor beach bar. It was hot. Had a drink with rum and some food. Low dose of Prozac. Same exact thing happened to my friend at the same party. We had the same kind of rum drink, I think.
Went to outdoor dining at first place a few years later. Warm day, not hot. Had 3/4 of a margarita and some food. Low dose of Prozac.
All three times, I barely finished one drink and I felt really drunk pretty instantly. I drank water before and during. Light headed. Needed to go to the bathroom. Went to the bathroom and felt really weak/dizzy. Feeling like I was going to pass out. Head was spinning. Wasn't sure if I needed to throw up or use the toilet. Trouble walking to the bathroom. Sweating profusely almost like a hot flash.Stomach hurting. The last time this happened, I actually had bile acid diarrhea (this happens sometimes when I eat greasy food too fast ever since I had my gall bladder removed). When I sat on the toilet I put my head in my hands and felt like I was falling asleep for a moment. Couldn't sit up.. was slumped. All three times I contemplated having someone call an ambulance, that's how lousy I felt. But then all of a sudden I was OK. I would say it lasted 20 mins or so and then it was gone. I felt exhausted though afterwards, like I had just been through something intense.
Usually I can handle 2 mixed drinks socially, if not more, depending on how strong the drinks are. Though lately since being on Prozac I haven't really had more than 1 at a time. But these were not strong, and I didn't even finish the margarita the last time.
Could this be a case of bad/spoiled alcohol? The places we visited weren't really upscale places. Or could it be my body reacting poorly to the alcohol?
Why would this happen sometimes but not all the time? Should I avoid it completely? I know it isn't recommended to drink while taking Prozac, but this happened even before I started taking it. And other times I've had a drink or two and been fine.
Also FWIW, this happened to my husband once, but he actually fully passed out for a while (perhaps even seized) and needed a workup at the ER. They claimed it was a marijuana related issue and let him go home. But he swore he thought it was the alcohol. He had only 2 drinks and a brownie. He had never had issues with marijuana before. (It is legal where we live).
Thanks in advance for any assistance.

I have episodic symptoms that aren't being taken seriously by my doctor, but my body is telling me something is not right regardless of the "normal" MRI, CT, heart monitor and EEG. The episodes are scary, and I have no energy or feel like I once did.
Does anyone know what this could be related to? I first thought it was neurological related, but now I am not so sure. I am just a single mom, was young and healthy prior to all of this and the quality of my life has gone down hill ever since. I am terrified of dropping dead and leaving my son behind. The symptoms aren't getting better, but they come and go.

• Ringing of ears
• Rapid heart rate
• Swelling of lymph nodes/sides of neck that either pulsate or feel like they are tightening
• Pulsating in ears that matches the beat of throbbing sensation on the sides of my neck
• Pressure sensation in my head and eyes, sometimes feeling like pulling or tightening
• Swelling in my face, back of my head/neck at brain stem
• Cold hands, but always feeling HOT with increased body temperature with the slightest activity (vacuuming a small home makes me feel like I have a fever)
• Symptoms worsen when lying down at night or when pressure is added to the back of my head
• Recently started having lower back pain near my lower ribs
• Was in the hospital a year ago for a sudden "stroke like episode" with rapid heart rate, numbness and tingling that started in my head and spread to my extremities and tongue. My hands were stuck like a T-Rex for an hour, I couldn't move my arms. Ringing of the ears, temporary loss of vision, felt like I was passing out or falling "in" my own body. I thought I was having a stroke. The ER said the CT scan was normal and ruled it as spasms and a panic attack.
• CT and MRI (with and without contrast) normal
• Heart monitor results normal
• I have had elevated white blood cell counts every time I went to the ER. I only go when it really feels like my heart will explode or I feel numbness that spreads from one side of face down to arms and legs. The ER treats me poorly and acts like I'm lying, or write it off as a migraine. I am afraid something might actually rupture or be seriously wrong and they are just missing it and now I have developed an anxiety to go get checked out when symptoms are worse than usual.
• Two months ago I had a weird taste in my mouth and ringing in my ears but otherwise felt fine. An abnormal amount of fluid fell from my nose and audibly splat on the floor when bending over to pick up my dog. I called my PCP and he said to go to ER in case it was a CSF given my weird neuro symptoms. The ER doctor did not even examine me. Just had me bend forward and since it didn't happen again told me it was just snot and dismissed me almost immediately. It hasn't happened since but was weird. I had no sinus infection or other symptoms at the time.
• Recently experiencing nausea, stomach pain, and pain that feels like pressure in my stomach/under ribs during intercourse. I have never had this before. I am not pregnant and had had the same partner for years. This may not be related to the other symptoms, but now that I have this lower back pain near my ribs that hurts when I move or push on it, I wonder if an infection is spreading or if some other issue is happening that the doctors are missing.
• I will have insomnia for short periods (1-3 days) randomly. If I do sleep, I often wake up in a panic, feeling like I'm not breathing, and my ears are ringing.
• Chronic fatigue that is affecting my life and job. Sometimes I don't even wake up or find it insanely difficult to wake up.
• Strange sensation in hands, arms or legs that come and go.
• More sensitive to sound. Sometimes lights or movement bother me. I get episodes that come on sometimes in the car, or anywhere where there's vibration/pressure/noise.
• For a month or two, I had odd sensations that would come and go. Feeling like I am being stabbed with a hot knife, feeling like I was wearing wet socks, feeling like water droplets were rolling down my leg. Sometimes the burning sensation would happen to my eye, but usually my legs.
• Wake up with headaches some mornings.
• Sometimes during the episodes I feel like I will pass out or feel slightly confused or like I am in slow motion.
• Occasional dizziness or weakness.
• Occasionally will have the weirdest brain fog, like will mess up a word mid sentence, say a sentence out of the order I intended to say it in, forgetting where a section is in the Walmart I went to my whole life.

After a year of having a high white blood cell count, the doctor finally gave me antibiotics, but I haven't noticed any difference.
These are the things flagged "abnormal" in the results from my blood and urine screening:

• White blood count: high
• Neutrophils Absolute: high
• Neutrophils %: high
• ANC (Automated): high
• BUN/Creatinine Ratio: high
• Anion Gap: low
• A/G Ratio: low
• AST (SGOT): low
• Lactic Acid: high
• Lymphocytes Absolute: high
• Monocyte Distribution Width: high
• Mucoperiosteal thickening was noticed in one normal CT Scan

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What is up with these episode names?
It should be called After the Boujie Brunch. Every cast member and a few spouses are discussing it.
Melissa and Joe are home, they get a FaceTime call from Antonia, she decided to major in business management. Good for her. Right when they hang up Melissa tell Joe that the brunch was very dramatic. No kidding. She tells Joe that Danielle asked Jen and Tre if they set her up. She thinks Danielle has their number. She then tells him that Jackie was trying to vibe with Teresa and Jen. Joe's face lights up, he's all wide eyes saying what?! Then they rip apart Jackie. They both think Teresa just likes her because she stopped being Marge's friend.
Teresa is home with her stepson Nicholas, (he seems nice) and her daughter Audrianna. Oh, cute scene! Wait back that up. Not cute. Jackie stops by. I'm just not into her. At all. They discuss the brunch, well actually they discuss the Fuda's and Marge. Jackie was glad Marge wasn't at brunch, she said she is too angry for her liking. She's done with her and is so happy to be friends with Teresa because she is fun and positive. Teresa calls Marge Sherlock Holmes which is ironic because her husband had the cast investigated. Teresa said she is above arguing with Rachel, and her parking cars husband, John. Jackie thought it was funny that she said he parked cars. Teresa thought that's what he did. I thought he was a drug dealer? Pick one, Tre! Anyway, she states that Audrianna stopped dancing and really was playing volleyball. That was why she left the brunch early, to watch her daughter play. Jackie agrees and tells her she doesn't blame her! For fucks sake Jackie, I just can't with her.
Marge calls Rachel from South Carolina, she is there for a friend of her 60th birthday party. What do they discuss? What do you think? The brunch! Rachel tells Marge all about her argument with Teresa. John sits down to listen in on this, he really enjoying all of this. Then they talk about how Teresa thinks he is low for parking cars. I'm so lost. What happened to the drug dealer bit? Anyway, John says that there is nothing wrong with parking cars. How did we get here? He does tiles. His family owns a tiles store. Stick to the script.
Dolores and Paulie go out to dinner. Dolores tells him all about the brunch. She really went all in about how she told all the women that Frank and Brittany got engaged. Then she tells Paulie that she is getting annoyed because Paulie isn't nowhere near getting divorced. He tells her that even if he gets divorced, he is not going to get down on one knee the day after. Dolores is annoyed. Nothing is happening! Red flag. Alert! Red flag! Paulie is a big red flag! I knew it. He gets really defensive and is talking very nasty to her. He tells her if he isn't moving fast enough for her then move on! They go at each other and argue away about this. I don't think this relationship is going to last. Either that or she is going to wait forever to get engaged.
Adult Jen F (also known as the traitor) and Jen meet up. Adult Jen F has a lot of opinions about Danielle. I thought she was chill and just wanted to be nice. Hell no! She is a pot stirrer who came to stir. Jen won't let it go that Lina the hairstylist, was mistreated by Danielle because after she styled Danielle's hair she wasn't allowed to be at the event. Adult Jen F is sofa king pissed about this, very concerned over this. She called Danielle gross. Why? Chill, take your place and be an adult. Jen tells 'Adult' that she and Melissa are on a clean slate, not dirty, just clean. 'Adult' is relieved that Teresa is fine with this. Why? I have too many questions with this 'Adult'.
Danielle has her Boujie Kidz fashion show in NYC. That's all. It was nice and all the kids looked cute. Danielle, her husband and daughter were cute at home while leading up to the day. Danielle loves her Godmother who she got her bougie from. In this case, is this a good or bad thing? She is invited to the fashion show along with Melissa. Her mom can't go because she is on a vacation She didn't ask her dad. She is waiting to have a stern talk with him. Hmm, does she want him on the show? Didn't she learn from Teresa ... "Never bring up my family!" Then grunts, roars and shoves Andy at the reunion. The next season, her whole family is on the show. Haha.
Marge has a charity golf outing. Dolores is there along with Melissa and Rachel. Melissa tells them she is having a housewarming but didn't invite Jackie. Marge thinks Jackie would be relieved because it would be her darkest hour. Dolores tells them all about dinner and what was discussed about the divorce dinner. Dolores said she will not move forward with him until this divorce happens.
The men get together. Joe Gorga asks Paulie if he is divorced, he said no. Joe asked if Dolores is mad over this. He tells Joe that he plans on going into business with Dolores! Joe and John look at him thinking what? Then Joe tells us in his talking head that Paulie is not too bright. Dolores wants marriage, not a business.
The end of the episode is going to be Teresa and Louie vs Rachel and John. Paulie set this whole thing up. Louie FaceTimed Paulie while he was at dinner with Dolores and said he would like to talk with John. Then Paulie asked John to meet with Louie. He later on FaceTimed them and told them both that John wants an apology from Teresa and Louie. Good luck with that.
Leading up to it. Teresa and Louie are in their backyard doing yoga by their pool. They said they are all about peace and tranquility. Then they get the call from Paulie and begin to strategize meeting up with the Fuda's. Teresa tells Louie she is chill now, but her crazy side might come out. Louie tells her he is the same. He is just sitting back all red faced and all just waiting to burst. Teresa changes John's last name to Fugazi. It means fake. How so? He is a straight shooter. Does she know what fugazi means?
Rachel is home putting on her makeup for the meeting. John walks in and Rachel thinks he looks like John Soprano. Hmm, he's a drug dealing, parking cars, tile floor mobster. Ha! Rachel thinks Teresa is going to come to their meeting and be all nice, because Louie will tell her to. Doub it. They continue to rip them apart saying at least John has a job and all Louie does is grub off of Teresa. John thinks maybe Louie is a controlling narcissist. He thinks maybe he projects what Louie is onto other people, like a drug dealer and maybe that's why they call him one. This is a reach; I don't think Louie sells drugs.
The couples meet at a steak house. It starts off nice. Teresa brought Tequila for Rachel to bring to Joe and Melissa's housewarming party. But damn, Teresa's make up is a rusty brown and it's on her whole bridge of her nose. I want to wipe it off for her. Louie looks red of course, but he looks like he just rolled out of bed. John and Rachel look all right. Rachel is pretty, but that nose is just as distracting as Teresa's lips. Why do these women ruin their faces? Rachel's nose was nice, I saw it. And Teresa we all know was pretty. No need for all this work.
Back at dinner, they say where do we start. They all say you start. Then Teresa says she always wanted to be friends with them. Teresa said she felt a connection to John. He said then why did you call me a drug dealer? She told him she said it was his past. She said 'If' you heard that she called him a drug dealer now, she would apologize because she said it was his past. She is obviously dancing around this. Rachel said it doesn't matter if it was now or in the past, she put it out there. John said let me redirect this, he just wants an apology which she won't do. He said she took that info (selling pot at 17) from his ex, the criminal, who is in jail for making crystal meth and she tried to run him over with her car. Teresa tells him please this is Jaiden's mom. Rachel tells her I am Jaiden's mom, nice to meet you. She adopted him because obviously the bio mom is unfit. John is winning and Teresa can't keep up. Louie is still sitting there all disheveled; I know he is plotting taking every word in. I don't trust Red Man Lu! He's sitting there computing all of this. He is going to use this convo and twist it to manipulate all of this to try and drag them down. For now, he doesn't say a word. Teresa said they through the first punch and they should apologize. I'm confused. What did they do or say about her and Louie? They bicker some more, then John drums the table saying you know what? Let's go (to Rachel). As they walk out Teresa calls him John Fugazi. He turns around and says that she is the poster child for mortgage fraud. Teresa then calls him a drug dealer. Louie laughs at all of this. I have to admit, it's kind of comical. Didn't she just say she didn't call him a drug dealer? Then calls him one when he walks out the door.
To Be Continued...