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I have several severe mental illnesses. So of course I'm in therapy. My therapist sends me up to psychiatric help who tells me my cannabis use is ok, but only as long as it is actually helping mental health. My therapist did not like that. She gave me literal DARE propaganda to review. My wife was luckily with me when this happened. The printout was dated back to 2002. I told her that all the information in that packet (several pages) was outdated, factually incorrect, and literally propaganda for the war on drugs. We never went back to her. I spent time without a therapist until I found one that is actually helping me and doesn't judge me based on one of several medications for my mental health.
Remember kids, your mental health is important
That same article also says
"However, Agnieszka Zembrzycka, a Stena Line spokesperson, told Polish media on Friday that the CCTV footage from the ship did not match this version of events."
As in CCTV footage doesn't show a kid accidentally falling in followed by a mother.
Further it was noted by first responders that the woman was unresponsive. No mention on the status of the boy other then both were flown to a hospital. Meaning the boy was either already dead, or was responsive.
My guess is from the context a murder investigation is highly warranted, and the CCTV footage will provide valuable information.
My dad was given two years to live.
In his third year, he made an Elkhorn cane for me.
He died after four years of fighting.
No matter what, the hospital did everything medical science could do. At the time. Even now, due to his circumstances, he wouldnt have had much more time. If he took medical marijuana, MAYBE it could have bought him another two years. Maybe it would have made his last two years pain free. But that's it. It was too far advanced by the time they found the cancer.
Maybe if it was found sooner, but he refused the proper treatments that would have found it sooner.
Maybe if medical science was more advanced, but the hospital he went to is still active and highly regarded as one of the most effective and trusted resources for cancer treatment. He got the best medical treatment possible at the time, and the doctors already pushed the treatments to their theoretical limits.
Maybe. Maybe. Maybe.
But he did change. I never saw him get weaker or waste away. He always seemed so strong. He became kinder and in the end left me with only happy kind memories. I know he was still abusive when I was younger. But he looked at the time he had and decided he wanted to use those two years to be a better father. To give us memories of a man who wanted to be a better person.
When he survived that second year, we all assumed he was going to win. He didn't. He knew he was still dying and so he spent every day as if he wasn't going to survive. Made arrangements, spent time with us. Said goodbye in his own way. Found his peace. Everyone thought the Elkhorn cane was for him. I was the only one who helped him make it. When he died, the cane was his for only about half a year. Maybe a year and a half at most. It's been almost two decades since then.
I still see it as his cane. The oils from my hands have worn parts to a shine. My own hands have smoothed the Elkhorn down. It has been mine for decades,for years longer then it has ever been his.
But this thing? This cane? My father made it for me. He left symbols on it. Little marks that no one else would have noticed. It connects me to him, and through him, to my tribe. It's his cane but it's mine. It's a show of his determination to be a better father. Running out of time, but still trying to be a better father then he was the day before. His final message to me about this cane, was "this is not a weapon."
His final lessons, were to be better. Kinder. He didn't have time to teach me everything. So he had to leave it to little memories, little details, little reminders. So that even in death, he could lead by example and be an example he wanted me to learn from and follow.
The cane long ago became mine by right. It's still his by connection.
Maybe medical science could eventually have given him more life. Maybe.
I can't live my life based off of a maybe though. It was out of our hands. He fought for every day. He died as a better person, then he was when he was first diagnosed. And that's enough sometimes. Sometimes it's better then a maybe.
Maybe sometimes I just miss my dad.
My grandfather and his family supported Hitler and were Nazi sympathisers. He admitted to admiring Hitler on his literal death bed. My mom never denounced or condemned him for his beliefs. She is currently ignoring the fact that my grandfather was Jewish and most of his family died in concentration camps. I brought up how Nazis were upset at the game Wolfenstein. She tried to defend the literal Nazis upset at a game famouse for it's Nazi killings.
I provided climate change proof from NASA data and she claimed it wasn't credible because the data came from NASA. SHE PAINTED A PICTURE OF TRUMP HUGGING JESUS. In her infamous extremely bad painting style. Off topic but my son had a portrait from her. He asked us to throw it away because his portrait was giving him nightmares. Made contact with an estranged aunt and found out that literally everyone in my family hates her art because it really is just that bad. Art is subjective, but in this case please make an exception.
Turns out my mother was always a Nazi, I just didn't notice the signs until I cut her out of my life.
I'm that lonely guy. One friend, love him because he stuck around when my mental health was at its worst. Eventually I finally got a psychiatrist, my first one, who told me most of my toxic negative attitudes and behaviors were stemming from my mental illnesses. It took a couple years to get through therapy and monthly psychiatrist appointments but where I am now is... Well still pretty awful but at least I can give my best friend the space he needs, and function without the anxiety and panic attacks that were caused by overthinking every single message or lack of message. My medication regime is strict and full of pills, but hey, doing better then I was last year. I can't forgive the people who left when my mental health got out of control but I do understand why they made their choices. It hurt and made my depression a lot worse. The only thing that kept me sane was my last friend. He stuck around and helped. Im still lonely and want more friends, but it's a slow healing process. More friends might make the social anxiety worse, or it might help. Not really certain I wanna flip that coin. Taking small steps though.
Whelp that's enough oversharing with complete strangers. Have fun everyone!
Its an older meme but it checks out.
Basically it's a joke about how Apollo provides prophecy's. Most people don't recognize their seemingly innocent joke as prophecy. Until it actually happens at which point it's Apollo beaning you in the face with a dodgeball. The dodgeball came from a variation of the meme, and basically became the meme of a statue with a dodgeball. At least I think that's how it all happened
You are literally claiming someone is projecting, while you yourself have nothing to indicate such things.
Also you are just copying and pasting the same response in defense of a troll. A specific troll that everyone easily recognizes now. You. You are the troll.
Rethink your life.
Sadly, it is not the last one. The last one starts AFTER the battle scene you just saw. Bad guy betrayed everyone off screen, the base gets overrun, and somehow only Alice survives. That's it. That's all we missed between the two movies. Then it's right back to Alice survives by herself again
I used to live in Alberta. Deep in the woods, where somehow, white racists asshats thrive. I just thought they were assholes as a kid. Now as an adult I see all the racism directed at me, and my siblings. Church community my ass
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