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Achieving and maintaining good health is the cornerstone of a happy and fulfilling life. It involves a holistic approach that encompasses physical, mental, and emotional well-being. Here, we share some well health tips that can guide you towards a healthier lifestyle, ensuring you feel your best every day.

1. Balanced Diet

Eating a well-balanced diet is fundamental to good health. Incorporate a variety of fruits, vegetables, whole grains, lean proteins, and healthy fats into your meals. Fruits and vegetables provide essential vitamins and minerals that support bodily functions. Whole grains offer sustained energy and help maintain digestive health, while lean proteins are crucial for muscle repair and growth. Healthy fats, such as those found in avocados, nuts, and olive oil, support brain health and reduce inflammation.

2. Regular Exercise

Physical activity is vital for maintaining a healthy weight, improving cardiovascular health, and boosting mood. Aim for at least 30 minutes of moderate exercise most days of the week. Activities like walking, jogging, cycling, swimming, or yoga can improve flexibility, strength, and endurance. Regular exercise also helps in the prevention and management of chronic diseases such as diabetes, hypertension, and obesity.

3. Hydration

Staying hydrated is essential for overall health. Water is involved in numerous bodily functions, including temperature regulation, joint lubrication, and waste elimination. Aim to drink at least 8 glasses of water a day, more if you are active or live in a hot climate. Dehydration can lead to fatigue, headaches, and impaired cognitive function, so keep a water bottle handy and sip throughout the day.

4. Quality Sleep

Sleep is a critical component of health that is often overlooked. Adults should aim for 7-8 hours of quality sleep each night. Sleep allows the body to repair and rejuvenate, supporting immune function, memory, and mood. Establish a regular sleep schedule, create a relaxing bedtime routine, and ensure your sleep environment is conducive to rest—cool, dark, and quiet. Avoid caffeine and electronic screens before bedtime to improve sleep quality.

5. Mental Health

Mental well-being is as important as physical health. Practices such as mindfulness, meditation, and deep-breathing exercises can help manage stress and anxiety. Take time each day to engage in activities that you enjoy and that help you relax, whether it’s reading, gardening, or spending time with loved ones. Social connections and support networks are crucial for emotional health, so nurture your relationships and seek help when needed.

6. Preventive Healthcare

Regular health check-ups and screenings are essential for early detection and management of health issues. Stay up-to-date with vaccinations and follow medical advice tailored to your age, gender, and health status. Preventive care includes dental check-ups, eye exams, and screenings for conditions like hypertension, cholesterol levels, and cancer.

7. Healthy Habits

Adopting healthy habits such as not smoking, limiting alcohol consumption, and maintaining a healthy weight can significantly impact your health. Smoking is linked to numerous diseases, including cancer and heart disease, while excessive alcohol intake can lead to liver disease and other health problems. Focus on maintaining a balanced lifestyle and making informed choices about your health.

Conclusion

Incorporating these well health tips into your daily routine can lead to a healthier, happier life. Small changes, like improving your diet, staying active, hydrating properly, and taking care of your mental health, can have a significant impact over time. For more detailed advice and insights in Hindi, explore Wellhealth and discover a wealth of information to support your wellness journey.

Good morning, sorry to bother you. I report my situation knowing that I can't expect a specialist assessment, but I ask you to share an opinion basing on your knowledge of the topic and your own experience.
I feel the need to turn to a mental health specialist, because I experience humoral oscillations of great impact on my daily life: there are days when I can not get out of bed; I wake up several times during the day and I can’t find the strength to get up. There are days when, instead, I feel awake and energetic, I am active and I tend to be carried away by the possibilities that open up to me, even when it means taking the bike and leaving for days around Italy without organization and necessary (literally, I did). Sometimes, I get nervous and run around everywhere without being able to stop myself, I’m anxious and relentless. Others, I use too much energy to do the least and it takes me a lot of time to accomplish anything.
I have always been very private and quiet, but in the last 2 years (since I moved out of my family house), I have gradually cut off for neglect every close relationship I had and, despite spending almost all day everyday with my "new" friends, I have never been able to enter into intimacy, to speak sincerely about me (except for some cases but under the influence of Mdma)
I used to have a vibrant emotional-sexual life, but I can’t even think about approaching anyone anymore. I feel uncomfortable and inadequate, I don’t know what to say and I tend to avoid those I like.
I suffer from being economically supported by my parents, who pass me the money to live on, rent and whatever expenses I may have. I have tried to find odd jobs, but I am a person with a strong political consciousness and the frustration of the injustices of the world of work make it impossible for me to make any occupation I find last, because I feel terrible about wasting my life time to produce capital and precarity, in addition to always getting paid a pittance.
My parents tell me not to worry about money, that we are not rich and some sacrifices have to be made, but we are all doing well and not experiencing hardship. I, however, can't help but feel precarious and on the verge of falling. I have taken on debt for the two years of college without exams, it is not an impossible amount but every month of debt installment is an anguish. I am afraid that I am stealing all the money from my parents under the guise of building a future that I am not building, however, and I am afraid that one day I will have to leave the city and move back to my parents' house, maybe even do some long and heavy work, so that I will not die financially.
My parents, by the way, I treat them very badly. I never call them, I don't answer their messages, I give late notice when I get home, I treat them coldly, I make scenes, I talk harsh. I know they have their share of responsibility, but I feel guilty acting this way because I know they try their best, they sacrifice so much for me, and they are concerned. But I just can't treat them any differently, I feel a detachment toward them that I can't overcome. They know almost nothing about the people I hang out with, what I like, where I go and what I do. I never tell them anything, just like I never tell practically anyone anything, because I can't open up. Lately, I have also started lying (something I didn't do before), mostly to justify my absence in situations where it was important for me to be there.
When I moved out, I lived in an environment where there was a lot of smoking (even as a teenager anyway, I drank and smoked quite a bit), and right around that time, I was involved in an abnormal and unpleasant situation, which I know affected me severely emotionally. And from there I started smoking lots and lots of joints. I think I burned out my brain (I feel much more stupid even when I don't smoke) and I can't quit. It happens that I succeed for short periods and often causes of force majeure (a few days, maybe a week or two), but then I always relapse and start smoking again from when I wake up to when I go to sleep, even avoiding social situations if possible, as long as I stay at home smoking alone on the couch and doing the same things in a loop (fixing the photo portfolio, trying to fix the computer, trying to write a book, ...). And I can never even get what I'm doing done.
I'm afraid I'm bipolar or something like that, honestly.

I (F29) live with my dad, who has two slipped disks and some serious mental health issues.
When I was a ketamine addict, my dad kept pestering me because he knew I could get speed. Every day he would ask me about it and I tried not to give in because I didn't want him suddenly taking speed every day but he wore me down, I gave in and now, as expected, he takes speed every day.
My boyfriend is a stoner, has a joint on his break has a few before bed. Ladeedah.
Back in the day I wouldn't have minded, but as an ex addict I find it repulsive however do my best to keep my mouth shut.
I live with my dad, but stay at my boyfriends a lot too. If I don't stay at home, I feel guilty for not spending time with my dad, and vice versa But my dad and boyfriend hate eachother so I have no choice but to juggle it.
I'm doing my driving lessons atm, just wanna get them done so I can fuck off and maybe move abroad or something idk, I feel insanely trapped and guilt tripped at home, and I feel like my boyfriend will never quit weed and tbh it's rude of me to ask him because I knew he smoked it when I got in the relationship.
Just feel a bit shit at all the digs from my dad and the stress of my boyfriend when I don't think they realise I have stress too but I always make sure they're okay

Op- https://www.reddit.com/WritingPrompts/s/sWJUxDJ0SO
John’s left hand was squeezed white against the wheel of his old pick-up; he held his son, Alex, close with his other.
As they rattled down the uneven country roads, rain pelted their windshield with a fury. John continually glanced into the rearview. Thunder clapped at their back like the hands of god, and through the white flashes of lightning, he could make out a large barrel of rotating black smoke. Each time he looked, it seemed to have grown larger, and one singular thought repeated in his mind.
Make it to the cellar, he thought. Make it to the cellar.
He gripped his son tighter and pressed the accelerator with a heavy foot. The truck roared beneath them.
“Come on…” He muttered. He was driving nearly eighty.
“Dad?” Alex’s voice was small, and John could feel him trembling under his arm.
John rubbed his shoulder. “It’s okay, bud. We’re nearly there; it ain’t gonna get us.” Truthfully, though, he wasn’t sure if he believed the words himself.
“But Dad, I’m scared.”
Just then, a strong gust of wind punched the side of the truck, nearly sending it swerving into the ditch. With a squealing effort, John steadied it and accelerated faster. The boy’s head was now buried into his armpit. Limbs began falling from trees; scattered debris carpeted the roads.
John looked down at his son; he was still wearing his blue Little League uniform. All of this for a damn baseball game, he thought, then looked back at the road. He stomped the brakes. Alex screamed as they lurched forward and John stuck an arm out to keep him from flying into the windshield. The truck skidded sideways to a halt on the wet road. A giant oak tree, maybe eight feet in diameter, lay flat across their path.
“Fuck.” John muttered as he smacked the steering wheel with his palm. There wasn’t any getting around that.
He darted his eyes around wildly, looking for some sort of a solution—anything—but all he found was fear. The swirling column of dark wind was getting closer now, and his options were growing increasingly limited.
Then he noticed something. Just past the downed tree a green mile marker sign glowed back at him—the mile marker sign that’s about a half mile away from their house.
They were closer than they thought.
He grabbed Alex by the shoulders and looked him in the eyes. “We’re gonna make a run for it.
“What?” Alex asked, his eyes wide with terror.
“I know; I don’t want to either, but it’s our only shot. I—“
“No!” Alex shouted. He tried to say more, but the words just sputtered out in incoherent globs.
“Hey,” John said patiently, but Alex was in hysterics. John looked over his shoulder. Power lines were beginning to fall, and the transformers were popping into big blue sparks as they hit the ground. He looked back at Alex.
“HEY!” He shouted.
Alex stopped immediately and looked at him in surprise. He never yelled.
“Do you trust me?” He asked.
Alex moved his mouth, but no breath came to push the words out.
“Do you trust me?” John asked again, shaking the boy a little.
This time, Alex nodded yes.
“Okay, now listen. I’m going to pick you up, and we’re gonna run. I want you to close your eyes, and I don’t want you to open them until I tell you it’s okay. Do you understand?”
The boy nodded again, and a tear fell down his cheek as he closed his eyes.
John scooped him up and creaked the metal door open into the rain. Lightning continued to snap overhead; there was a metallic smell in the air, like burning wires, and the humidity was thick enough to choke a man.
He held the boy's head against his shoulder and started in a sort of half run to the driveway. Alex felt heavier than he used to, and it made him wonder just how long ago it was since he’d held him that way.
Cold rain whipped at their back, sticking their clothes to their skin like slick velcro. John spat the water from his mouth as he trudged forward blindly in the dark. His muscles started to burn. His feet snagged on branches, trash, and other debris that had blown in, threatening to trip him, and sudden dips or rises staggered him as his foot met only air where he expected solid earth.
John could feel the boy sobbing once more. “We’re almost there; we’re gonna make it.” He panted. This time, he really believed what he said. The driveway came into view as they rounded the last corner.
Limbs the size of cedar trees blew past them like confetti. One cracked John in the back of the head, sending him and Alex tumbling onto the ground. The pain was brilliant. For a moment, he saw white, but his vision quickly cleared, and he looked up at Alex.
Alex sat with his knees tucked to his chest, holding a scrape. His skin and clothes were covered in twigs, mud, and pine needles, and his face was twisted with fright—contorted like one of those dramatic masquerade masks as he rocked back and forth. His eyes were open now.
The twister roared behind them like a gasoline truck chugging up a hill. John scrambled to his feet. He scooped Alex into his arms, and started toward the house once again. His head was pounding, his muscles were on fire, blood was thudding against his ears, and that same thought from earlier continued to swim laps around his mind.
Make it to the cellar.
He pressed on, planting one solid foot into the ground at a time and marching forward like a well oiled machine.
Gravel crunched beneath his feet as he walked down the driveway; wind whipped their wet clothes like flags.
John shed Alex from his arms and looked down at the wooden cellar door. He tried pulling it open, but the wind shoved it back down. It was picking up even more now. Shingles began to be sucked from the roof, and John knew that if he didn’t get this door open, he and Alex would follow closely behind.
He pulled as hard as he could, grunting with the effort. Alex quickly joined him in the struggle, helping as much as a nine-year-old possibly could. It began to come up a little, but the wind was powerful.
John screamed and dug in harder. He had to get it open. He felt his muscles tearing beneath his skin, his joints cracking; he used every single ounce of his strength, and finally the door began to give. He pried it just far enough for them to fit.
“GET IN,” He shouted. The boy jumped inside, and John followed shortly after. The door slammed behind him with a smack that resembled a gunshot.
The cellar was dark. Screws and bolts and toolboxes filled with wrenches and other metal things shook and rumbled off of the shelves. A few baseball bats fell and clinked across the concrete floor. Up top, it sounded like a giant lawnmower was making quick work of the farmhouse, eating it up like it was little more than a stray blade of grass.
John’s head still throbbed, and he could feel warm blood trickling down the back of his neck. He was tired, breathing raggedly, and all of a sudden he had a very strong urge to go to sleep.
They held each other in darkness, sitting there for what seemed like an eternity, but just as quickly as it began, it was over. The roar lessened, quieted, then disappeared as it got further away.
The two looked at each other, both covered in dirt and debris, and John knew that everything was gone. He knew that the house was gone; he knew the farm was gone, and he knew that just about everything else he had ever worked for was torn to shreds in a matter of minutes.
But he looked at Alex, and when he saw the twinkle of life in his son’s eye, he breathed a sigh of relief. That was all that mattered. They sat for an hour in silence, not daring to step out until they were sure it was safe.
Eventually, rays of light began to beam through the cracks in the cellar door. John was the first to move. He walked to the door, flung it outward and shielded his squinted eyes to look outside.
The sky was blue. He hoisted himself upward and poked his head out.
His barn was still there. Bessie, his cow, was standing beside it, chewing on a mouthful of grass; all of the chickens strutted around the side of the barn, nearing the garden, which also looked untouched; the squash was even blooming. Behind him, their house stood tall, perfectly intact all the way up to the shingles.
The oddest thing of all was his farm pickup parked in the driveway—no worse shape than when they left for the ballgame.
John scratched his head.
“Dad?” Alex shouted.
“You can come up.” He said, puzzled.
Alex crawled out of the cellar in the same fashion as his father, and confusion dawned on his face as well. “It missed us?”
John shook his head. “No way it coulda missed us. I don’t really know what to make of it.”
He really didn’t. They saw the twister coming directly at them; they heard the house ripped to shreds right above their heads; the farm truck didn’t make it back to the house at all, for Christ's sake. It just didn’t make any damn sense.
A feminine voice called out to them—a voice John recognized at the first syllable. “John? Alex?”
“Vick..” He mouthed and whipped his head around. A tall woman with blonde hair was walking around the side of the porch, stepping as gracefully as a doe. Her eyes were as green as the pines behind her, and she gave a smile that held more reassurance than a million words could express.
She spread her arms wide. “My boys.” She said. John stood motionless, his mouth slightly agape. Alex pushed past him as he ran, “Mommy!” He shouted.
The woman wrapped the boy in a hug and lifted him from his feet. As she held his head against her shoulder, she pointed her eyes in John’s direction and held out her other hand.
He walked toward her, cautiously.
“John.” She said. “It’s me, I promise.”
John looked at her for a moment longer. He wanted to run to her, to wrap her up and lift her the same way she did Alex. For the past two years, there had been nothing in this world that he’d wanted more.
But his wife was dead. He watched as the cancer took her in 2014; he held her in his arms as she died in the hospital bed, yet there she stood—healthy and as real as the sun beating down on his neck. He reached a hand to the back of his head, feeling for the place where the branch whacked him.
But there was nothing—not even a tender spot.
He looked back up at his wife. “Are we…”
“Hush, dont think about it like that, John.” She smiled, “We’re together now.”
John staggered a little, staring down at his hands; his once farm hardened callouses were gone now, smoothed over with soft, healthy skin.
“I—“ He began.
“Get over here and hug me.”
He looked up; his wife looked back at him lovingly with her direct, green eyes, and for the first time in so long, he felt happy. A feeling he’d grown a stranger to. A grin tightened across his face, and he walked toward Vick as their old golden retriever ran panting toward them from across the yard, just like she used to, only now; she had all four of her legs.

I’m on day 3 of zoloft having terrible insomnia and usually smoke cbd joints for anxiety and sleep (no thc), is it safe to do this while adjusting to the meds?

I (31F) and my boyfriend (30M) have been dating for 3 years. We live together for almost two years he is a heavy, heavy smoker like 4-6 joints a day maybe even more. About a year ago I found out I have chronic sinus issues and it’s because of his smoking. I have asked him if he could smoke outside even just in the morning while I’m sleeping so I don’t have to wake up to the smell. He did good for about 2 weeks then slowly started bringing the smoking back in the house and me waking up to it every morning. I would ask like hey what’s going on can you step outside to smoke and it would just cause me to wake up angry and be upset so early in the morning. My BF is a really good guy he goes up and beyond as a partner but the morning smoking is literally making me sick. I know people are going to say well you met him this way why are u expecting him to change. I haven’t t asked him to change at all he can continue smoking it’s just while I’m sleeping at 6-7am. I guess it’s a compromise I’m asking for and he does it then he stops is been a revolving door so a couple of months now. So all this to say is this a deal breaker? I’ve been going back in forth for months if this is something I can deal with forever because I do love him it’s just this habit is driving me nuts.

So I (24M) am going through a difficult time emotionally in terms of trying to figure out my current situation. One thing I can’t get over is what went wrong with my parents who are somehow still together. They both CLEARLY don’t like each other very much and I’m pretty sure the reason why is that they spend way too much time in the house together and it’s been going on for so long. My dad “worked” from home for a long time as a photographer (basically most of the time that I’ve known him) and things got real tough on his business for a good minute. But he went out of his way to not suck it up and do certain work that would’ve helped pay the bills (refused to shoot weddings, other things that annoyed him). It honestly comes off to me now as a bit lazy, and low and behold do I learn that he was a big pot head for my entire life. I personally don’t have an issue with weed, but I used to find it strange why he never really had energy. He also used to vent to me about his marital frustrations and how depressed he was CONSTANTLY, which I think I’ve figured out is because he smoked too much damn weed. This also made things very hard to enjoy when I was growing up bc I think I kinda felt responsible for him. He was always in an existential crisis. I’m gonna stick with the occasional joint but I’m going to be a booze guy from here on out (responsibly I might add, I’m not an idiot). Through all that, I generally have pretty good memories with him as he could be lots of fun at times. In terms of fatherly advice though, he kinda sounds like he barely, if at all, knows what he’s talking about. A lot. BUT, he did show up to everything that me or my brother were involved with and was and still is our biggest fan. He may just kinda repeat back what I say a lot when I ask for advice, but at least he’s trying. I appreciate the effort.
Mom was different. She worked a nursing job on the weekends that she had to commute to. This pretty much destroyed her mental health in my opinion, as she’s incredibly isolated and used to exaggerate how bad, irresponsible, and not caring I was as a kid and teen (I was the kind of kid adults DREAM of. 4.0 student, full ride, helpful, interesting hobbies but can also have fun. Never a burden to anyone really, club joiner, plenty of friends. The whole 9 yards). I was pretty introverted but I think it’s because of how they set everything up to be SO isolated. Putting me in an isolating school that was pretty far from our neighborhood because mom resented it. Our house is literally in a ditch that was pretty separated from everyone (only 1 neighborhood friend). Social skills were honestly at a premium to develop, but I survived. She always seemed so irritated at me, would point out a lot of insecurities I had to her friends to laugh about with, and never really cared to participate in things with me. Never showed up to school events or functions that I was involved with, blamed it on a fear of crowds (which she conveniently doesn’t have when it’s something she wanted to do). She was just kinda mean and distant. Did I jaw back and embarrass her occasionally? Sure, but considering other kids were shooting up heroin in our family (a true fucking story that she had to stick her nose in), I think I can be forgiven. This isolation had an incredibly negative impact on her health. The house is a wreck, her heart sucks as she had a heart attack a couple years back. It’s bad. Real bad. All she does is sit on her damn phone and watch tiktok. Her brain (which, she actually was acutely intelligent) is pretty much fried. It also didn’t help to learn from my aunt that my mom has had affairs (I want to think multiple but I can only confirm one), and the one I can confirm is with a convicted pedophile that she continues to defend (and my dad idiotically goes along with her bullshit on it)… so yeah. What the fuck am I supposed to do with that information.
So how do I make sense of all this. I’m very bad at communicating what I need unless I’m drunk, but I still want them to do better. I work from home with great pay for a single man, so I’m sorta using that to “make up for lost time” on things I missed out on as a kid, but I still feel isolated and stressed bc of the situation. I know I have a deep mistrust and fear of women that I need to get over as well, but I don’t know how to do that. I’m going to see yet another therapist about this, but even that’s burning me out. What’s with this situation?

Hello everyone,
While reading the comments below this post, I realised that some of you might need a little help with writing a cf4cf post. Some are shy to post, while some just don't know what to write about themselves.
Writing something about yourself can be a daunting task. Hence, I thought of making this structure in case it helps anyone.
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Provide details about yourself

• Age
• Sex/Gender
• State/city you belong to (home town) and your work location
• Languages you can speak/write fluently
• Eating preferences
• Drinks/smoke/drugs preferences
• Religion/religious views
• Political views
• Personality type: introvert/extrovert/ambivert (some may even choose to share their personality type as per MBTI)
• Careefuture plans
• Hobbies and interests
• Lifestyle and health
• Pets
• Why are you childfree
• Your views about sharing responsibilities

What do you expect from your partnewhat kind of partner do you expect
What kind of relationship you are looking for
Deal Breakers
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Optional points:
Some might want to share more details such as height; emotional/financial independence, how many people are in their family and their bond with them; expectations of the type of family of the partner (whether you wish to stay independently with your partner or are comfortable staying in a nucleajoint family); about past relationships; kind of relationship they desire to have.
Your passion towards your hobbies/interests brings forth your personality. So write about it elaborately. Use adjectives to describe yourself.
I do acknowledge that putting your information on a social media platform can be risky. So feel free to include/exclude points as per your choice and convenience.
Just follow the normal safety rules of being on the internet and talking to a stranger.
It is Sunday tomorrow. Go ahead and make your cf4cf post!
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Personal experience
I made a post last year and met my partner through that post. I was new to Reddit when I made the cf4cf post (just two months in). I actually joined Reddit to find a forum for childfree people as I didn't know any childfree people back then. I was pleasantly surprised to see the cf4cf posts. Matrimonial sites weren't helpful. So, I wanted to make a post too but I was shy and scared at first. One fine day, I just sat there writing about myself, taking inspiration from some posts that were posted on Sundays prior to that day. I asked my brother to proofread my post before posting.
When I look back on the post I made, I feel I might have given a lot of information or may have missed out on some important points. But making a post is just a starting point. You share more information and get to know the other person by chatting with them once you start getting responses to your post.
I got some responses too (as comments on the post and as DMs). Being an ambivert (leaning more towards introvert), I was overwhelmed by chatting with 7 to 8 new people on the same day. But as you chat with different people, you get to know them and also understand whether you are compatible with them. Once I knew I wanted to take it ahead with my current partner, I did let others know that I wasn't looking for a partner anymore and gave an update on the post. Most of the guys who sent me DMs were good. Once I told them about my partner, they respected my decision.
I do acknowledge that I got a few creepy messages too. But I used to either report/ignore them depending on the severity of their absurdity.
Even if you don't meet a partner through your post, you might get to know some CF people.
Anyway, I have to end it here. All the best to all of you who are looking for a CF partner. I hope you get some courage to make a post.
Have a nice weekend. Thank you.
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P.S.: Apologies in advance in case there are any mistakes in the post.

In college, my senior year, I lived with 2 of my friends and their other friend that I didn’t know so well. When we all moved in, I got their first and got probably the best room. Followed by my other two friends that got the next best set ups. Bad roomate, we’ll call him “M”, got the last room, it was by far the least desirable.
First couple months were fine, everyone loved everyone and things were smooth. Some of us would take turns cooking dinner for the house. M would not. About 1-2 months in, M and another roommate got into it over roommates dog. During this time, I was walking back and forth from the kitchen to the living room, eating my Jimmy John’s sandwhich. Just going back and forth talking and eating. When I was in the living room, listening to them go at it, M storms out of the house going through the kitchen.
M grabs the meat off my sandwhich, over half of it was left, and leaves the house. After some laughter, I go back into the kitchen to finish my sandwich, the f-ing meat is gone. I’m in disbelief. 1-sandwhich is ruined. 2-I had nothing to do with the situation and I was actually on M’s side. Everyone that I knew thought that was so funny. When I asked M he said “the dog took it”. That is when I started hating the guy.
This was just the beginning of a long 10 months.
M did not go to school, he did not work. All he did was play Fortnight for 18 hours a day. Not a joke, would sleep from 4am-10am and would play fortnight all day/night.
Now that’s not a problem right? Here we go:
Roomate had an aderall prescription, he would offer me some, I would ALWAYS decline. Wasn’t my thing. M would go through his room when we were gone and steal his adderall. When roommate would ask M about it, M would blame it on me. I made it very clear that when he offered me I declined because I didn’t want. M called me a liar behind my back, I called back to the Jimmy John’s sandwhich incident and immediately got a different response.
Roommate had a 1 of 1 Bong he won in a raffle. We would only hit it on occasion because he was about to sell it. If roomate didn’t want it out , he’d put it in his room. That night, I get home from the bar and go to bed, roomate stayed the night at his a girls house. M came back, took his bong that he was hiding, and M broke the down stem of this 1of1 2k$ bong. M left it on the ground of his room.
The next morning I’m awake when roomate gets back from girls. I hear yelling and stomping down the stairs. Roommate opens my door and said “we knew it would happen”. When Roomate confronted M, M said I was the one to take it out of his room and left it in the living room. For the next few hours, M was getting ripped for taking his bong and breaking it. Eventually he coughed up the money to get it repaired.
What’s next?
Other Roomate, call him O, had another clean nice bong. Where he would not hit tobacco from, M would hit tobacco out of it, and blamed it on… yours truly.
At this point, all M would do was play fortnight for 18 hours a day. It was honestly pathetic. Didn’t socialize, it was unhealthy.
One thing that everyone did that I wasn’t thrilled about was some cigarettes inside. Only time I accepted it was when everyone was drunk. Who cares. My buddy M, would smoke cowboy killers at 3am playing fort night and yelling “he’s on me he’s on me. He’s coming in my box”….. I took school very seriously, I politely say “listen dude. This will be a long rest of the year if you keep behaving like this.
We are still just getting started.
A friend of ours worked at the meat counter of a grocery store. We would get filet mignon for the price of a chicken breast, then he’d throw a few more filets in the bag. It ended up being 4 filets for like 10$. We’d do this like once a week. M would never participate in these “team dinners” instead he’d buy a $2.49 frozen white pizza and eat about 1 a day.
Who cares ?
Well, when we cleaned up and put the left overs in the fridge, Midnight M would raid the leftovers. Guess who he blamed it on… the boy.
This whole time, M did not pay rent, hahahahahahahahaha. Fortnight, chain smoking cigarettes inside, yelling “he’s coming in my box”at 4 am, smoking all the table weed, stealing aderall, stealing leftovers, stealing JJ’s sandwich meat, all while only paying about 2 months of rent
The leasing office calls me and says why haven’t you paid, because they already called M and M blamed no rent on me. I’m yelling at the leasing office calling them idiots saying read the ledger, I apologize and say what can we do to get him out/or paying.
Since it’s a joint tenancy we are all liable.
The end of the year rolls by and he owes 7k in rent, this is because all the fees and owed rent. I ended up leaving and moving back home over the summer, the lease ends and everyone leaves.
About a year later the leasing company serves us and sues us for the owed money. For the first hearing, we all show up, no M. It’s because “he never got handed anything by any sort of official”. That’s not how it works haha.
After countless attempts to get his rent money before we get sentenced. I agree with my Roomate we have to just bite the bullet and take the sentencing. Since the three of us were standup young men, we agreed to split it 4 ways. Even though all of the balance was M…
So there it was, paid in full, charges dropped. Not a single apology or thank you or explanation. Nothing.
M and the other roommates live in the same city and d not keep in touch with M.
I texted him once calling him a bad word…
But that’s the end
I will probably never see m again … but he owes me and I want to strangle him if I don’t get paid.

I used to smoke almost all day everyday. I then moved onto nights only and then I made the choice that I want to be able to control myself and smoke every week or few weeks just to enjoy it normally. I made that choice last weekend and the first few days without it were honestly pretty shit. It’s Saturday now, and I was thinking about having a joint tonight and enjoy it but I feel like I will have to go through those shit days again. Would this be a bad idea?

Allright so im alone and my fiancé is on nightshift, so im high and watching the boys for the quadruliet time, and after about two hours of watching I slowly realize that im watching the best episode of trailer park boys that's ever been made. It has absolutely everything that makes is so great, and it does it all at the very hight of their game.

• a look into the real gangsters life, as J-roc is hiding under his moms trailer pretending to be in jail. real solid weed deal thats definitely gonna be easy, you know why? Cause Randy and Lahey is stupid as fack
• Randy and Lahey rehearsing for the play at Blandford recreational center
• Rays tragic history of the muscle spasms that led to him crashing into the post office (did I mention he was drunk as fuck?)
• Saran wrapped cigarettes
• Threesomes with bærb
• Bubbles can't see JACK SHIT
• An entire scene of Lahey shitism, it's pure art
• Lahey loses everything, but he still has liqueur
• Hands down the best dope Ricky has ever smoked
• Smokey -
• ease up on the six paper joints
• Donnie

And it just goes on. Its an absolute goldmine of pure trailer park boys highs, and I love it.
.. If you can - watch episode 7 of season 4 right the fæck now. Peace out ma'faks
Edit: formatting

[Steady beeping sound]
[Window Opens]
[Listener climbs through it. Walks across the room.]
[Window slams shut. Multiple locks around the room engage.]
[Beeping stops.]
Do you know how rescuers save a feral momma cat- Ah! Ah. Put. The Knife. Down. Your claws won’t help you here Kitten. You’ll just find yourself in an even more stressful situation. Hiss and spit all you want. But don’t scratch, and especially don’t bite. Got it?
Hmph. You’re not moving so I’m going to assume that if I stay over here I’m safe. Does that sound fair to you? [Sarcastic] Chatty, aren’t you? Well luckily for you I can talk for the two of us. [Sits down] Look, I’m sitting down now. All nice and relaxed. I’m not going anywhere. And neither are you. Especially if you keep standing all rigid like that. We have all the time in the world to sit and get to know each other a little better. Okay?
I’ll take your silence as a yes. As I was saying. The best way to rescue a feral momma cat is to catch all her kittens first. The kittens are easier to find and aren’t as fast. Preferring to hide and get out of reach if they can. The Momma however would rather lead you away from the kittens and as you so pointedly demonstrated, has the claws and teeth to defend herself.
To catch the Momma, you need one of her kittens. Put the kittens in their own cage, and prop up a larger one on top of that. When she comes to investigate their cries, drop the cage. The kittens can’t run off and are protected when the momma inevitably freaks out, and the Momma gets caught. Ready to receive medical treatment, be spayed- [Listener shifts back]
[Brief pause]
…All that Jazz. Obviously that last one doesn’t apply to you. You are very much human. But the comparison is apt. Far more apt than the “Rats in the walls” that the paper has decided would be a fitting name for your gang. With you as the “Rat King” I think. Didn’t really read much past that once I realized they were sensationalizing what you were. And what an awful name to call someone too. A “Rat King.” You’re not two kids under that cloak are you?
It matters because the name doesn’t fit unless you’re a bunch of people either stuck or working together. That’s why its an insult. Look. I can see you’re about to freak out. The kid you’re looking for is fine. In fact, [Rustles around] I think I have a remote- ah! [Clicks] There they are-
[Listener jumped when the TV turned on and threw a knife at it. Shattering the monitor.]
Ohkay, nothing fragile around you then. Glad damaging the screen doesn’t wreck the actual device. Anyway, looking past the shattered glass, what can you see? Well. You threw the knife at the picture of your own kid but- oh! Nevermind. There he is. That’s a playroom, by the way. In case you’ve never seen one. Depending on your behavior you might join him there. You and all the other little rascals we’re rounding up right now.
Yes yes your whole operation has been found out. Once we found one of your bolt holes, it was easy to find the rest. Since, you literally left instructions for the kids to find the other ones. Rotations. Backup plans. We’ll catch all your kittens in no time. Just wait and see.
[Listener charges at him]
[He gets up. Scuffling sounds. Primarily wrists cracking against wrists as he deflects the listeners blows]
[As they’re fighting] Right! Right right right I forgot. My bad. I should have gained your trust first before dangling the rest of the kids in front of you. That’s on me. Thing is- [Catches Listener by the wrist, twists them around, and holds them with their arms pinned to their back] Stealing from the rich means it was only a matter of time before someone smart enough or angry enough tried to smoke you out. Really should have stuck to raiding the middle class I mean, less bang for your buck but at least they don’t have the resources- or the ego- to track down who dared to steal from them. Be glad it was me who caught you, and not someone more sadistic.
[Listener struggles. Trying to pull away.]
Uh hahaha, no. My dear. You’re not getting away. Not this time. Not until I decide its safe for me to let you go. That you won’t attack me, my staff, or yourself in your panic to get out of here. And I’ll know you won’t do that when you stop lashing out like a cat and start behaving like a human. Got it?
[Listener goes limp]
Good. Now. I’m going to take the knife. You are going to sit. And we are going to talk. Okay? Like two human beings. Understood?
Use your voice.
Good. [Takes the knife. Sheathes it. Ties some string around it so it can’t be drawn again.] That should keep your claws tucked away without removing them entirely. I’m not that cruel. Here. You can even have it back- ah! But it is to stay tied into that sheath and tucked away, got it? Good. Here you go.
Now sit.
[Listener sits]
Good Kitten. [He sits]
Good question. What do I want? I guess my poor bleeding heart couldn’t handle the idea of my fellows catching and torturing a literal bunch of kids.
Oh technically you’re not a kid. But just because you’re the oldest and therefore their de facto caretaker and ringleader does not actually make you an adult. Deep down under that hostile exterior is a kid just as frightened as the rest of-
[Listener scrambles to the other side of the couch in a panic]
Ah. [Sympathetic] I struck a nerve, didn’t I? I didn’t mean- [Catches himself. Clears throat. Reasserts himself] Anyway, that was easy to draw out now wasn’t it? Its always sad when a cat has to care for kittens when she is barely more than a kitten herself. At least you, a fellow bleeding heart, chose to care for these kittens on your own, right? Riiiight?
Okay good. See? We’re making progress already.
[With humor] Suspicious as ever. With training you to be human of course. The children of your little gang won’t need much besides getting used to the idea of sitting somewhat still and paying attention. Then we can just give them a normal education like the rest of their peers. You on the other hand, Feral Momma that you are, need some special attention and some special tools to help you learn to live among polite society.
I’m giving you your life back is what I mean. Or rather, I’m giving you the life you should have had in the first place. Better. Even. I can and will find you and your friends-
No. As of this moment they’re your friends. Not your kids. Got it?
Hmph. We’ll have to work on that. Much, much farther down the road though. As I was saying. You will have the best education anyone can have. Any hobbies or fields that pique your interest? You will have all the resources to explore it. You’ll never have to worry about money or food or clothes. I’ll make sure you have all you need and more.
Because I want to earn your trust. Not that I have any illusions of gaining it anytime soon, but I want to establish a baseline going forward. If I break this most fundamental part of our relationship, I no longer deserve your trust. That doesn’t mean I’ll give you all the candy that you want. But you’ll never go to bed hungry either. How does that sound?
No catch. Or- well. Hm. I suppose there is one thing. [Opens a box] See this? It's funny, actually. Your little thief tried to snatch exactly this when he fell into my trap. Sure its a pretty enough little trinket. Pawning it off would have gotten you mmm, maybe a week- Ah. I’m guessing by your expression it would be less. Just how many kids are in your gang anyway? … Kitten. How many kids. Are in your Gang. [Sighs] You don’t have to answer. Its clear enough already you bit off way more than you could chew in that regard.
We’ll deal with that another time. For now, I want you to look at me and more importantly back to my pocketwatch. You see, being gold plated and embedded with jewels makes it worth a lot. But that’s not why I bought it. That’s not why any of my peers were trying to buy it either.
Its easy enough to con the rich. Sell them just the right story and they’ll buy anything you offer to them. The smart ones check the backstory. And oh let me tell you this has gone on some adventures indeed.
This, when held, gives its wielder the power to hypnotize.
Trick shows? I don’t- ah. Street Lingo. No. Not at all like that. I won’t wave this in front of your face and order you to make a fool of yourself. This is the real deal, my Dear. At its baseline, I can make you fall into a pseudo trance. Just dazed and unaware until something snaps you out of it. Handy, for a thief like you. Important for an emergency I think. In case you get into any real trouble. But with practice, and a target paying attention, I can make you fall into a real trance. Limp, and unaware, and unable to wake up without my say so.
With experimentation and skill? Well. I know you read papers too. That Mr. Maestro is a real scary guy huh? His poor assistant. I wonder who she was before he got his hands on her. Who any of his servants were, before they fell under his gaze. You don’t need to worry about that though. You’ll remember, and I won’t change a single thing about you. I promise. I won’t even make you be obedient with one, single exception. That you’ll come when called. And even that will have caveats. Okay?
Good question. I’m going to use this to slip past your guard and teach you how to relax. And after I teach you how to relax, I’ll teach you how to trust. And then except for any particularly unhealthy behaviors you struggle to unlearn and with your permission, I won’t have to use it ever again now will I?
Yes. Outside of “Don’t act like a feral animal” this is my only condition for seeing your gang. Is that amenable to you? [Before the listener can panic] You can take your time deciding, by the way. I don’t want to throw you into a panic and-
Okay then. We can start tomorrow-
Are you sure? You can take as much time as you need to get ready.
Very well then. Get comfortable. Like you’re about to go to sleep.
No, you don’t need to look at me. Or the pocket watch. You just need to be able to hear the sound of my voice. If you don’t think you can get comfortable enough- I know this is a strange place so, someone like you would probably struggle to feel safe enough to sleep here- don’t worry about it. That’s part of the watch’s power. Its safer and easier for you to be prepared, however. Brute forcing it has the potential to do some damage.
[Listener shifts around, getting comfortable]
You ready? Don’t need blankets or anything? No? Okay then.
[tone that indicates the watch has activated]
I want you to focus on… hm. Let’s see here. I can see your eyes are open so, pay attention to the area right in front of you.
Yes this is part of the hypnosis. I’m trying to teach you something okay? Just relax and follow my lead. Don’t second guess. Just do. Got it? Now, where was I…
Focus on the area right in front of you. You’ve probably never seen it before, so this should be pretty easy to grasp what I’m trying to say.
I want you to investigate it closely. Really look at all its little nooks and crannies. All its little details. Every imperfection you can see. What is its texture? How do you think it would feel to run your fingers over it? What is its smell.
If you can, I want you to reach out and touch the object. Lightly. Carefully. Just enough to get a sense of its texture. Really pay attention to how it feels against your skin.
This is called Mindfulness. Its a skill you will find very useful day to day as we go forward. Even outside of hypnosis. Let me teach you why.
I want you to look at your hand now. Both of them, if you want. But its better to direct all of your attention to one.
Easy, easy. I can see you getting mad. Its okay. Don’t beat yourself up. Or you can be mad at me that’s fine. Everytime you find your thoughts drifting away from the object of your attention though, I want you to bring them right back okay? Like… sliding a moving object across a desk. You do it often enough, it becomes routine. Now, back to your hand.
Look at your fingers. See the way they hang when you hold your hand up? How the weight of the tips affect each joint, up to your palm? Notice all the little lines. The swirls of your fingerprints. The boxes made by each tiny crease. Did you ever notice that before now, I wonder. How your fingers are divided by boxes within boxes below the first joint. All the way down to the individual cells most likely.
Now lets look at your palm. Its so different from your fingers isn’t it? While your fingers have some wobbly lines, they’re still straight and are either horizontal or vertical. Not your palm though. The lines on your palm go all over the place. All kind of angles, and never straight either. There are even swirls, and circles if you look close enough. Just like your fingerprints.
Now lets pull back, and look at the front of your hand as a whole. Notice the structure of it. All the joints. Wiggle your fingers for me, will you? Did you ever notice before, that there’s a sensation as you move your fingers? That if you pay attention to a specific digit, you can feel the individual muscles responding to your call? Moving under, and against your skin?
This is called Body Scanning. See, your brain receives input from your body all the time. You just don’t notice because your focus, that key component of mindfulness we learned earlier, was elsewhere. On more important things than the sensation of your fingers moving. But now they have all your attention and it puts that sensation under a microscope. Notice how you can only focus on one finger at a time, though. You can’t feel each individual muscle if you’re paying attention to the whole hand.
So it is with your whole body. If all your focus is on your stomach, you won’t notice a problem with your heart. If your focus is only ever focused outside, you won’t notice something wrong inside.
You need to give everything its due. Its own time. Its own place. But we’ll worry about that later. When you’re awake. When you feel safe.
For now, Direct your attention to your head. Your jaw. Let it relax so your teeth are not tight against each other. And, as with mindfulness, if you notice it tensing up again just let it relax, and move on.
Down, down to your neck- [Sound distortion as the listener drifts under hypnosis] Its okay to close your eyes. Its all part of the point. Let the muscles in your neck go limp. Feel free to shift if your head goes in an uncomfortable angle. [Listener shifts] Very good. Good Kitten. Good Kat. This next bit is trickier. Tense up your shoulders, all the way to your ears. Feel the muscles in them? Now let them slump. All the way down. Let your body tilt and fall, however it may. If you notice a muscle tensing up to hold your position, relax it. Let your body go completely limp on the couch. You are stable. You might feel strange like this. And its okay. This is what its like to be truly relaxed. To go to sleep.
Focus now on your breathing. How the fresh air goes in your nose, down your throat, fills your lungs. Your lungs have a top and bottom. As well as left to right. Take a deep breath. As deep as you can go. Slow. Steady. Like working a bellows. Notice how the top part of your lungs fills first, and then the lower part? And again when your lungs empty. The top part empties first, and then the lower part.
In. Out. Slow. Steady. Top. Bottom. Full. Empty. I want you to keep breathing, just like that.
[Second tone plays, deeper this time]
And just like that, you are under hypnosis. I want you to repeat this exercise whenever you need to relax. For sleep. Just to veg. Whenever you feel comfortable and safe enough to do so. Later, when I have your trust, I will teach you how to do a modified version of this exercise in times of crisis. So you can keep a cool head.
But not now. Now I want you to learn how to sleep in this strange place. Sleep is all too important to managing stress. Something I’m sure you are familiar with. Now more so than ever most likely.
We can change the trigger to one of your personal choice later, but for now… [Three musical tones, different from the watch, going down. I prefer Xylophone] That sound indicates its time to do the relaxing routine We just practiced, and to go to sleep.
When you do sleep, it will be deep, and restful. [Brief pause as he thinks. Add whatever “I’m thinking” tick here you want] Your mind will sort through the events of the day, and whatever is bothering you. Whatever you think is important. Even if its just something you strongly desire. You will wake thinking of it.
The second trigger I am going to teach you is to come when I call. When I, and only I, say “Quoth the Raven” Assuming you aren’t in the middle of something important. If there is no emergency. If the thing can wait until the next day, wrap up what you are doing and come to me right away. I won’t always use it when I want to see you. That will be your own choice. But when I have something to teach you, or we need to have another session. I will use it.
I want you to remember this session. What I’ve said. What the triggers are. And the caveats. I want you to remember how you got here. Why you came. The talk we had that ended in you agreeing to this.
When I snap my fingers, you will go to sleep. You will have the deepest, most restful sleep you have ever had. As long as you need. As deep as you need. And you will process all the stress you have experienced up to this point that you can without being in distress. All the small scares. The little moments where you were proud. Everything small that you’ve been too busy to acknowledge had an effect on you.
When you wake, you will remember you are deep within my mansion. You will know that you have been moved to a different room- your room- and that you have been promised safety.
When you wake, you will know that your gang, your friends, are safe or are going to be safe, and that they will be kept nearby. You will remember that so long as you behave like a human, and attend these sessions, you will get to see them. Protect them. Play with them. Teach them.
When you wake, there will most likely be a doctor by your side. Follow his or her instructions as it relates to your checkup. If you feel uncomfortable, say so. There will be a member of my staff observing, and they will intervene if need be.
There will be clean, warm clothes for you to wear. And hot, fresh food for you to eat as soon as you wake up. When your checkup is done, and you’ve eaten and prepared for the day, you can go see your friends.
I am going to snap my fingers in three… two… one… Sleep.
[Snaps]
End Audio Script. This was inspired by Jouska's recent hypnosis videos, Dr. Who's The Empy Child, and especially a recent trend of hypnosis videos I've seen around where the listeners free will is steam rolled and I personally don't like that. So here's a version where that doesn't happen.
If you want to record and make this into a public video please let me know! I would love to view the finished product and knowing what it looks like will help me to write more in this series in the future.
Do NOT edit, and do NOT take Kitten as suggestive. Its a referral to the characters age and behavior, not an attempt to flirt. This is a parent child relationship. Nothing more.

Earlier this week I (19m) went on a date with a girl I liked, but hadn’t seen in a couple years. We’d had the date planned for two weeks, and I’d been really looking forward to it since I don’t have a lot going on. My mom often gets bent out of shape about me not having much going on, and tells me I should find more to do with my time for a while. Anyway, the day of the date comes, and I’m super excited to see this girl. The week before the date, the oldest of my family’s dogs had started going into decline, and ended up being put down on the day of the date. My mom called me while I was on my way to the date asking if I could pick up my younger brother from school (16m) and when I told her I couldn’t, because I was busy she said it was okay and picked him up herself. That was Tuesday, last night I went over to my parent’s place to spend the night, since my bed there is much more comfortable than the one in my apartment. I rolled a joint before going to bed, and left a couple scraps of pot on the table I rolled up on, and planned to clean them up in the morning. My parents both smoke, and are aware of me smoking, so I didn’t think it’d be an issue, but my mom just texted me that “going on the date instead of picking up your little brother showed her all she needed to see about my loyalties and priorities, and that im lazy and not a team player, and that she’s packing up all the rest of my stuff tonight. So am I the asshole?

we met in college, but are now in our mid 20s living in a big city.
I go to happy hours for work events and with friends maybe 1-2 times a week, and drink/smoke maybe an additional time over the weekend. Never more than 3 times a week will I drink/smoke.
When I drink I will ocassionalt have more than 3-4, but usually stay around that amount so I can feel it but don’t get too drunk. When I smoke I will literally take like 2-3 hits or a joint or take a 10 mg edible no more than twice a week.
My gf thinks that I am doing it too much but I spend a majority of my time sober. I enjoy being inebriated and high but I don’t know why she is constantly getting upset at the amount I am imbibing since I truly don’t think it’s that much.
I know she’s concerned of my health but I eat healthily, and run/lift weights 3-4 times a week. We also walk a ton as we don’t have a car and live in a walkable city.
I don’t think it’s a problem at all but obviously she does or she wouldn’t be making a fuss about it. If I thought it was a problem I would cut back (and have considerably since my college days) but I am young and I am really enjoying my life at the moment.
Thanks for reading I just needed to get this off my chest.

Hi all!
My wife and I did our first Ayahuasca retreat exactly 2 weeks ago. It was at a reputable and trustworthy retreat here in Brazil.
We did two ceremonies on consecutive nights, and each night was very different. On the first night I had 3 doses and vomited profusely - in total about 9-10 times. I felt a little bit 'high' like I'd smoked a joint but those feelings wore off pretty quickly. There were no more feelings. The vomiting didn't feel like a 'purge', and I felt really quite unwell.
The second night was much more profound in terms of the Ayahuasca effect - I ended up going on a deep-dive into the past. I took 2 doses and vomited only twice.
For a week before the retreat we stopped consuming sugar, caffeine and meat. After the ceremony we started consuming coffee again straight away, and sugar in small amounts. We're still not eating meat. I finished a 5-day course of antibiotics about a week before the retreat (not sure if this would have done anything).
My question is: is it normal to still have waves of nausea 2 weeks later?
They are exactly that - waves. I'll feel fine for hours, then out of the blue will have a vertigo/nausea hanging over me. It'll last from 20-30 mins up to a couple of hours. It all began about 4-5 days after the retreat and since then there's only been one day I haven't felt it at all.
It's a weird nausea because it doesn't put me off eating. If anything it sometimes goes away after I eat. It also sometimes transitions into a glowing feeling of being in the clouds...and my senses become razor sharp.
My wife had a dodgy stomach for a couple of days but apart from that she's fine. She didn't vomit once during both ceremonies.
Would be keen to hear your take on this! Not sure if I need to be worried and why I'd still be feeling this way 2 weeks later.
We definitely want to do it again sometime in the future. We feel like our journey is unfinished and that these ceremonies were only the tip of the iceberg for us.
Sorry for all the info, but I feel it's better to give the details as it may help explain some of these symptoms. I'm well aware we maybe weren't as strict as we should have been with the diet, particularly post-ceremony.
Thanks and I look forward to hearing from you 😊

I just re-watched the ‘power lad” episode where Carrie walks out of the characters parents apartment with some “Canada Super Weed” that oddly costs $400 dollars.
At the end of the episode we see Samatha and Carrie sparking up with Miranda, bringing snacks (she’s a good friend)
Later during “The Post It” episode Carrie desires to be comfortably numb after smelling someone smoking. Miranda says the last time she smoked weed was the past time she wore her skinny jeans (these jeans are their own story line) Samantha says she’d call her dealer, but he’s “at the ‘Cape”. Eventually she finds a single joint (for $20 dollars?!) and shares it with Carrie.
Is it fair to say only Carrie and Samantha indulge as adults (as they’re the only ones seen smoking?) or can we assume with a little arm twisting Miranda will join in but never Charlotte?
Also, is it me or is the cost of cannabis in this universe wildly fluctuating?

Is it safe to smoke while using lions mane?
Are there any side effects of mixing the two? I’m a smoker because it helps with anxiety and joint pain, but I also struggle with a foggy mind. I heard of lions mane that can help clear head and improve productivity, but would smoking while on lions mane affect the effectiveness at all?

Hi, all. I was wondering if someone could help me gain some clarify and calm on this. I'm supposed to start levothyroxine to get my TSH at a better level for conceiving and I'm very anxious about it!!!
If it's relevant, I'm 27F, BMI 18, no smoking or drinking. Currently preparing for IVF, but stopped taking prenatals and anything with biotin 5 days before my thyroid test.
My fertility doctor ran a full thyroid panel on me after an initial TSH test came in above 3. My clinic wants TSH to be below 2.5 mIU/L for conceiving. My full thyroid results came back and my results were:

• TSH = 2.8 mIU/L (ref range 0.40-4.50 mlU/L, but again, doc wants it below 2.5)
• T3 Uptake = 25% (ref range 22-35%)
• T4 Total = 11.8 mcg/dL (ref range 5.1-11.9 mcg/dL)
• Free T4 Index = 3 (ref range 1.4-3.8)

My clinic wants me to immediately start on levothyroxine 25mcg immediately to bring my TSH down and I'm freaking out. My questions are:

• Has anyone here ever been treated for high TSH (I realize my TSH is only high for IVF and would be otherwise normal) this way when their T4 was already high/normal? What turned out to be the cause of these weird results?
• Is it safe to start the levothyroxine even though my T4 is that high???
• If I take levothyroxine, won't it make my T4 too high and give me hyperthyroidism symptoms?
• Wouldn't too-high T4 also be bad for fertility?
• What could cause higher than optimal TSH and high-normal T4?
• If I take levothyroxine during IVF and pregnancy, does that mean I'll have to be on it for the rest of my life?
• Should I be worried about a tumor?
• My TSH went down from above 3 to 2.8--doesn't that mean that I'm not developing hypothyroidism and I shouldn't take the medication?
• Am I going to be okay if I start these meds? I'm having such a bad anxiety spiral. Please tell me if I'm going to be okay or if I should be worried....

In addition to my weird TSH levels, I've had some thyroid symptoms for a while, including extreme fatigue, cold intolerance, brain fog, attention issues, hoarse voice (severe), constipation (severe), high blood pressure, mild weight gain, extremely irregular periods (cycle ranging from 13 days to 50 days), joint pain (severe), and chronic vitamin-d deficiency that supplements don't seem to help, but my anxiety about taking medication still is discouraging me from taking the meds.
Thank you for reading all of this panicked rambling!!!

That is so true and they do not care either. That’s how we end up in war and many lives are lost because they use us as disposable people for their continued misleading lies that they stop talking about the moment in office. blindside changes to get you to further believe they are doing something for the people rally you up is a good way of putting it. Boast your ego as stupid people following their orders. Remember Obama stated that the American people are stupid on national tv. we had military scattered everywhere and not once did the democrats offer to bring them home. Why? Global domination to start the new world order. We blindly paid for health care that actually made him richer and you think his taxes were not even talked about? But he’s cool because he smoked a joint. How many non active had to be called in support of the socialist campaign. Why you think during the Obama campaign there were so many health trials? Because we were spread out everywhere to see how control could still be made without everyone home. Do not be blinded by democrats the war was democratic from way before any Clinton admin and they tried using history by doing something to change it like woman president and scandal. Republicans always have told the people what they were in for before democrats shut them up. Like Pelosi tearing up papers during the presidents speech. Where was the mandates then? Oh because they are not in office but yet they play as they are in office every time. They do it in front of you and you laugh but you do not get it. The people believing again they would correct their mistakes by electing Obama. We were fair they were not with fingers crossed behind their backs as the people will take the bait.. As history repeats its self only real history has proven socialism takes over the people so stop believing socialism will change. Each time we all will suffer more than the last. Each time you give up your rights for freedom and you will fight back for it. Stop letting socialism make us the fools. Socialism is using media to control you now the stage is being set again. You can not tell socialism what to do. You do what your told. Dreaming again of things you would like to have and could never figure out why you still can not afford it. Democratic suction. Is that the life you want? You know how to make things change we have been doing during this term before democrats noticed they lose the control of people. Now they use a social media to cause deception and propaganda a repeat of history amongst the people.Democrats point the finger but never accepted a true failure. We die for all causes but socialism never has cause any right? Think about it capitalism has wanted to work with socialism but socialism can not accept not controlling everything. When capitalism takes office it has always been a stage setup so they can keep the socialism control of people to believe they will get it right. Again history repeats its self.

Typical day off most days (used to smoke 6 cigarettes a day and 5 half joints) would never go more than 2 hours with smoking
. Wake up at 10am
. Smoke 1 cigarette at around 11:30am
. Half of a joint at 3:30pm - 4pm
. 1 cigarette at 7pm ish to 8pm
. Midnight - 2am- 2 cigarettes (I smoke it 3-4 pulls at a time then put it out and 1 cigarette lasts me 1 hour that way)
. Also midnight: 20cl of scotch (1 litre is 100cl) with Pepsi til 2am