This is the first time I've watched a video and actually cried.
This is literally what every one of us is going through. I hardly ever speak out about what I'm dealing with. I just keep believing that everything will be fine. 😭😭
In 8 days after her relapse she lost her Mercedes, her job and her kids. Then she was kidnapped and kept chained to a bed for 4 days. Her son was born dead from her addiction - they brought him back, he's five now and with her mom. She still goes back out for another fix the same night she gets Narcan. She's been doing this for 20 years and she's 34.
In the video below, Alicia sits on a Baltimore street and shows the camera what that actually looks like on a body.
She had four years clean. Came home and her 15-year-old son had taken charges for a gang: nine felonies. She didn't want him to die. That was enough. Eight days later everything was gone.
She's been on the streets since she was 25. Kidnapped and chained to a bed for four days. Put in the trunk of a car to Florida. Rates have dropped from $120 a time to $20 now.
She went to jail, got pregnant, wrote a letter asking for help, got into a program, went to college, got an associate degree, was studying addictions counseling. Left class one day and got hit by a drunk driver. Broken hip, one leg shorter than the other, now walks with a limp. The nursing home they sent her to was giving out oxycontin illegally. She got hooked again. Got released with nothing.
She shows the camera her arms. Xylazine is now in Baltimore's supply and it stains the skin permanently. Black patches spreading up both arms. One month of use. She shows a wound she peeled back that morning. It's eating holes through.
Broken nose. Broken jaw. Broken collarbone from falling off a bus stop. Glass in her foot from cleaning a neighbor's porch. Hernias from rapid weight loss - her intestines rupture through the skin when she eats. No teeth. She weighs around 126 pounds. She usually walks around 180.
Her 17-year-old daughter has been in foster care for 12 years. She found Alicia last month when she was in jail. The daughter has a full scholarship to study marine wildlife biology. She's been cutting herself because she thinks she's not enough to make her mother stop. Alicia says she can't let herself die because if she does, her daughter will too.
She says she's supposed to go to rehab Monday.
If you or someone you know is struggling, SAMHSA's helpline is available 24/7: 1-800-662-4357.
Some lessons are written in other people's mistakes. Watch it once. Remember it forever.
Big banks are now entering crypto. This is not a small bank, this is $410 Billion PNC Bank.
This is what we have been talking about. Crypto is no longer a joke. Stablecoin payments will make the dollar, Pi, Sidra, and everything move fast around the world.
When big banks are partnering with Coinbase like this, what do you think will happen? 🤑🤑🤑🚀🚀🚀
For years I was depressed and couldn't tell you why.
I had a wife I love, a son, our dogs, a good home and a career. On paper I had everything. Rationally it made no sense. But I woke up every day with zero optimism and no real reason to live.
So I tried to fix it. I tried everything people tell you to try:
- SSRIs
- Therapy
- The gym
- Meditation
- Cold plunges (that's me smiling through one)
- Long walks
- A clean diet
- Breathing exercises
None of it pulled me out.
Then in July 2024, with a son who was only 10, I was told I had stage 4 lung cancer.
You'd think that would be the bottom. It was the opposite. That same day I felt more alive than I had in years. Something was trying to kill me, and for the first time in forever I had something to fight. I was on a mission. This sure as shit wasn't going to kill me early.
Today the little things make me happy. I have drive and ambition. I look forward to the future, and I want to help build it.
Here's what I learned. Staring at my depression and trying to analyze my way out never worked. What worked was finally having something that lit me up and pushing toward it.
Don't wait for a diagnosis to find yours.
Don't have that thing? Go find it. Try new shit. Change careers. Change your daily habits. Make new friends. Travel. Make a major life change. Keep mixing it up until something gets you fired the fuck up.
Then chase it. That's how I got out.
A FIELD GUIDE TO HEARTBREAK
Part 6 — The One Who Walked Away — And the One Who Came Back
What if the person who broke your heart was grieving, too?
After several chapters devoted to the person left behind, it's time to examine the one who left. I realize this may sound like an invitation to defend the indefensible. It isn't. Some people escape cruelty. Some cause it. And sometimes two people love each other while becoming extremely good at making each other miserable.
They know which words will sting, which silences will start a fight, and how to turn a question about dinner into a review of everything that's gone wrong since 2019.
Even the furniture is considering couples therapy.
One withdraws, the other pushes harder, and both become convinced they're merely reacting to the other's behavior. That doesn't make responsibility equal, especially where abuse is involved. But sometimes the relationship becomes a pattern neither knows how to interrupt.
So one leaves.
And for a little while, leaving can feel wonderful.
No arguments. No walking on eggshells. No exhausting negotiations over whether “I'm fine” is a statement of fact or a threat.
Freedom. Peace. An entire evening in which nobody asks what's wrong.
Then life continues, with its usual disregard for dramatic endings.
Perhaps they reach for their phone. Perhaps they almost buy your favorite cereal. Perhaps they discover that the problems they blamed entirely on the relationship have followed them into their new life.
Or perhaps none of that happens. Some people leave and never look back.
But others reappear. A week later, six months later, or at 11:43 p.m. on a Tuesday, with the timeless literary masterpiece: “Hey.”
After considerable deliberation, the committee has determined that this message contains three letters and no useful information.
Why return?
Sometimes distance gives people perspective. They recognize their mistakes, work on themselves, and genuinely want to build something different. Sometimes both people have changed, and the relationship they couldn't sustain before becomes possible in a new form.
Sometimes they miss the familiarity more than the relationship. They want reassurance, relief from loneliness, or confirmation that they're still wanted.
And sometimes they're not even sure what they want. They've simply discovered that leaving was a decision, not a magical cure for uncertainty.
That's worth understanding, because someone can miss you terribly and still be completely unprepared to love you differently.
Regret isn't accountability. A bouquet is not a renovation permit. And “I've been thinking about you” is not a detailed proposal for structural repairs.
I've been the one who leaves. I know relief and grief can occupy the same afternoon, and that understanding why you walked away sometimes takes longer than the walking itself.
But I've also learned that a return is not necessarily a revelation. It might be a beginning, a sincere apology, an awkward conversation, or an entirely unnecessary sequel.
The important question isn't whether they come back.
It's what, if anything, has actually changed.
And if they do knock, there's one difference from the first goodbye: this time, the decision isn't theirs alone.
Next: Acceptance — The Rest of Your Life, Against Better Judgment
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20 July, 2024
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Loving the @PeraAlgoWallet web wallet!!
I love working on my PC and didn't like going back and forth with my mobile.
Every time I had to scan those dApp QR codes, it was a pain in the asterisk.
This is smooth and I love how its designed!
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CPTSD & Body Image Issues❤️🩹
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Did you know that severe narcissistic abuse and sexual abuse can often result in people disconnecting from their bodies to feel safe?
This can often times result in harboring negative feelings about your body. Might explain why so many people are trying to transform into something they’re not.
For me personally, I’ve been through too much. My Narcissist Abuser used to tell me how ugly I was everyday, how I should never leave the house w/out makeup and how NO ONE would love me if I weren’t under 130lbs.
My own mother would buy snacks just to swat it out my mouth and call me fat.
No matter how much weight I lose, it never feels like enough to feel safe again.
Today, intellectually I know differently but my body still feels the panic, shame and disgust from the lies told I can’t shake.
If you are dealing with body issues and abuse, please understand who hurt you wasn’t giving you valid critique.
It was abuse.
You never deserved to be treated so poorly by the people who were supposed to love you🫂❤️🩹 #realtalk
It's mommy's birthday in heaven. 24 has passed since her death from cancer. My mom taught me that u never ever know what the other person is going thru, that you are not in their shoes, and that the more people seem they are problem free, actually the more problems they actually have. My dad was like knock them out with your fists but mom was the direct opposite and said kill them with kindness. She would press me always to constantly smile, be a positive uplifting force, make people feel special and constantly compliment everyone always. Mom always said "Stu the world is hurting" and she wanted me to be a force of love ❤️. World famous chicken cutlets, meatloaf, egg with a hole in the middle. We never ate dinner without waiting for dad to get off the train from Manhattan and shower and sit with us. If you had mom as your friend you saw what gods greatest creation looked like. All heart, all caring, one of one. My mom Claire Fay Cookie larue Feiner. Happy happy birthday mommy.
Please help me honor Senior Chief Chad Wilkinson, a highly decorated DEVGRU (SEAL Team 6) operator who served 21 years in the Navy and a decade in Tier 1.
A graduate of BUD/S Class 204, he served with SEAL Team 8 before becoming an assault team leader and leading chief petty officer at DEVGRU, completing multiple combat deployments in support of the Global War on Terror and earning the Silver Star for extraordinary heroism along with other valor awards.
A devoted husband and father of two, Chad embodied the standard of the tip of the spear until the invisible wounds of repeated blast exposure, TBIs, and PTSD claimed him on October 29, 2018.
His legacy continues through the CHAD1000X workout and the Step Up Foundation, which raises awareness for veteran suicide prevention and the lasting effects of blast injuries.
Never forgotten 🔱