I’m proud of you! I think I am very socially awkward but after I ended my last toxic relationship people have been coming out of the woodwork and people actually like me! It has gotten to be a bit much to be honest.

Best of luck, comrade.

Thank you all for your suggestions! If I remember, I’ll let you know what we pick.

I suppose I mean anything 80s and older.

It seems a lot of people I know are going through it right now. I have no way of knowing what you go through, as my situation is vastly different. I’m in no position to help and don’t know where you are exactly (nor do I need to) but I’m in central Florida. Feel free to reach out if you ever want to talk.

Haven’t read the comments, but the biggest problem I had was inability to orgasm, with both an SSRI and an SNRI. I could do it sometimes myself if I was alone, but the fact that I couldn’t at all during sex was hurting my relationship at the time. Other than that, they did the job. I may be about to have to go back on something as my mental health has been concerning of late as well.

You’ve gotten upbears but I wanted to specifically say this was a good one. I chuckled.

No shit! Between food and rent I can barely make it.

Surely they signed an extremist non-compete.

Well that seems… not ideal.

Apparently he had his gun drawn so he could use the attached flashlight. I’m not a gun person but doesn’t that mean the safety wasn’t engaged? Why would you disengage the safety if you’re just using the flashlight? Anyway that wall was a terrorist.

Woo! High score! We’re number one!

Excuse me while I quietly cry in the corner.

At one point in my life I was doing a lot of intravenous oxycodone et al. I loved pushing my limits and was very good at it, apparently. At one point, and this wouldn’t be the last time but was probably the first, I put about 130mg of oxycodone into one needle. I remember getting tunnel vision and a rushing sound in my ears. I woke up several hours later. A few months later I decided to look into those symptoms. Basically early onset overdose. Those were interesting times for me.

Only 787 of them? These days it seems like they’re all falling apart.

I’m a little ashamed I did chuckle at ‘point of assail.’ The humor is bad but that’s some decent wordplay.

While no one really wants to hear this, and I preface this with I still struggle sometimes, but lots of therapy and venlafaxine (SNRI) is what did it for me. The medication got the endless, racing, intrusive thoughts and memories to slow down so I could sleep. Then the therapy did the rest. I’m off the meds now and just smoke a lot of weed, and drink a couple times a week still. Not perfect, but better. The pills made it hard for me to get off, so I opted to manage it myself once I’d had things under control for about a year.

Bump!

Much love comrade!

Lies and slander!

I’ve been loving that album lately. I’m not trans, just going through some major life changes so it fits.

Just saying if he takes two steps to his left, those leafy greens are probably under a sprinkler. Just wet your fingers slightly.