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it had been something that felt off for so long, something i had so much guilt for doubting, where i suppressed my gut feeling, and i lost trust in myself.i finally mustered the courage to first bring up to another of her best friends that things were not adding up. i was scared they’d tell her ‘lol wtf ur friend thinks ur a liar about something so serious’but, they agreed. eventually, on another day, i suggested potential elements of borderline personality disorder in her, and this opened the gates to a bunch of little things that didn’t feel quite right but i still couldn’t say for sure. never seen the meds (when it was tablet chemo), never seen her sick, still drinking every weekend, declined my friend to see diagnosis for better understanding of the ovarian cancer, the fact the ambulance picks her up at night but her mum doesn’t even know she has it, she tells the hospital she needs to leave in the morning so she can see me that day, have never met the friends who took her to the hospital when the immense pain started (which i have yet to see again, 9 months later), refusal of every doctor in the state to get surgery as she mentioned she may want a child, debt and selling all properties to cover medical costs, much more that i probably don’t even remember honestlythese could all be things that were real. some of them might be in the event she does have it. but i am 95% sure this isn’t the case, and if not, im 100% sure the situation is extremely exaggerated and i have caught lies;…..the thing that irked me upon this realisation is that when she was homeless for being outed (i have met her family, so lovely and made her a birthday party i went to following this, her sister is so generous, i thought ‘well they must be incredible actors pretending to be nice’ which again is possible). i used to drain myself to make sure she was safe, had somewhere to go and she’d refuse to come to my home. (the reason it was draining was because of the refusal and back and forth and saying stuff like ‘its ok ill just freeze and get assaulted, its comfy under the bridge???’ like in a half joking but not funny way. one night, after this refusal, i threw a jacket into the train carriage she got on as it left and started to cry. i talked to my dad because i was so upset, and finally told someone, my dad, that she had cancer. (she was not open about it at this point). dad, rationally, said ok, just check her location. this is not something that crosses my mind as i had trust, and don’t like to push boundaries of privacy in sharing that. anyway, she was already at home. and every time i checked, was still there. now, that’s fine if you text or later say ‘don’t worry, im home safe, all is good’. but that is not what happened; she continuously brought up homelessness from there as something scary and horrible, living under a bridge in the rain etc.so that was in my mind for sure.anyway, flash forward to the last couple weeks, her friend and i hung out individually (rare) and talked. they said that she sent a photo of her getting the chemo. it was blood coming out of her arm. they questioned this; ‘aren’t they supposed to be putting stuff in?’ she said it was just a blood sample. they checked where she was on location, maybe not knowing it was shared via messages just recently before for a different case of meeting for dinner or something — and she was actually at a blood bank donation place. as soon as the friend told me this, dots were connected. just days before, i checked her location when she said ‘chemo pumping into my veins, should be done in 30’ (we were hanging out later that afternoon). she was also at a blood bank, or the park near it maybe, this one different location from the last when the friend saw it. i checked thoroughly to see if any hospitals or anything were nearby. nope. this blood donation bank does not do samples, and they do not take donations from people with cancer (obv). ANYWAY back to the friends perspective, they then received a photo of the bandage they give you. the friend responded something like ‘ohh cute, those are the ones they give you at the blood donation company’. then, they get a notification ‘___ has stopped sharing her location with you’. wtf?my confidence in knowing whether it was a lie or not fell just a week before i was told this, because she fainted (for the first time I’ve seen) at a concert we went to. that put me back in the spiral. i think that could be from lack of eating or, dare i say it, possible faked too. but it sure seemed real and i really can’t say. but from hearing this story from the friend, i was quite confident she was lying.consuming for my mental health, i started to obsessively check on the 2 days a week she claimed to get treatment. one of them, didn’t go at all, other, ended up at ANOTHER blood donation bank. a third different one. no hospital nearby. and this caused me to have a panic attack. which i never have. it triggered me so bad. the friend sure enough said later, she said to them they were at chemo that day. if you’re wondering why im getting less of this info, it may be because i started distancing myself from that part of the friendship as a defence mechanism, where previously i fed into wanting to make sure she’s taking her meds and stuff. like i said making sure she had somewhere to live killed me because no help was often taken (she did still stay here and there) and i still felt responsible. and also, she told me to my face ‘if i keep doing what im doing now, the doctors say i only have 8 months to live’ which made me cry in front of her and again spiral into making sure she was taking meds. anyway, i couldn’t do all that anymore.also last week, the two of them were hanging out ( i can’t bring myself to do so atm ). she said that she suddenly felt sick, while they were in the change room. the friend said ‘oh shit no worries let me drive u to the hospital’. she refused, and literally escaped like running away while they were in the change room. again, they checked where they were and they were at a different friends house (the one she currently stays at and says is the one curing her cancer depression). but she was texting them like she was in the hospital !!!!!!!!it’s endless crazy lies at this point. does she think im stupid?im well aware it is most likely a mental illness and she is doing this for attention and to maybe keep people from leaving in a way. but i can’t be the one to open the flood gates from all the people she’s told by bringing it up. i just want to ghost, but i haven’t, because it raises flags… but i can’t bear to see her and pretend like nothing is wrong. nope. i don’t think its my responsibility to change her when i have already been chipped away and broken from this whole thing? but at the same time of course i want her to have help and i have so much love for her. what if the lies get worse - self harm? which reminds me she has had cuts on her leg she said was from her mum. it might be true but I CANT TRUST HER at the end of the day so??? GAG i hate this and the fact I’ve mentally struggled with this aspect of the friendship for like a year and now it’s caught up to me actually hurts so much. going to 2nd counselling session in 2 weeks

I work in IT. Been working for about 6 years now and have had 5-6 different jobs but recently I've gotten stuck.
My current job doesn't have a lot of responsibilities, I work with dispatching all the incoming cases so there's usually some wiggle room for my breaks and I work less time than I'm scheduled but I do the same amount of work so no one cares. It's boring though, and I'm not sure about my ability to grow within this role though, and my manager said we can talk about me getting a permanent hire after the summer.
Usually I would've changed jobs, but this one is a 10 minute walk from home, where most jobs are 40-60 mins away. I manage to work less (it's just more tedious), almost no pressure and I can work where ever I want and if I get a permanent hire there's little to no chance of me getting let go.
Another role I've been asked to interview for is a Second Line role for a big IT-company, circa 30-40 minutes from home with train, in-office 4 days a week and a steady 8-17 time frame. Probably more money and opportunities though.
I think I would rather do neither of these and work without people on my own terms but with my current living situation I need a fulltime job, so do I take what's easiest for now or not?
The more I write the less I know what I'm asking for, other than guidance per the question above.

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This is not an attack to any of these models btw, it is just how it is. I figured since I am inside beauty standarts of my own country and they be paying on my owm currency dudes would loosen up their pockets a lil bit more. I have no problem showing my face, asked staff to geo block my state and at this point I have no fucks given about ppl knowing what I do because it's my only job. I just want to put huge numbers (like 4k BRL which is what I did on my good old MFC days) to back up my choosen line of work and be able to provide more for myself than just food and bills.
My best days on token sites have been around $50 if I am blessed enough and that's barely enough for a supermarket haul. Leave alone nice clothes, helping my momma w bigger bills, I want so much stuff I wanna do (like paint my room walls, do a nosejob and working on intl sites for almost an year is not getting me anywhere near that).
I would very much appreciate your insight and help.

Hi guys. I am a 29 year old Mainer moving back to Maine (bought some land/building a house) after spending sometime in Florida. I have very little experience in any skilled trade minus building a porch with a friend, basic construction site stuff, and some solar work unfortunately, but I am dedicated to working my butt off to get where I need to be. Most of my life was spent as a pastry chef and musician.
I have contacted several unions and apprentice programs ( solar, electrical) and waiting to hear back but I was hoping some of you could possibly steer me in the right direction for finding preliminary training or just places that are willing to train to hire if these don’t work out. I will be attending a few job fairs and would love to land something with Bath Iron Works but it seems difficult with my lack of experience and moving a lot throughout my twenties. thanks so much for reading and thank you in advance for any response!

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So I (25F) just moved here like 3 years ago. This is a 7 floors building, there are approximately 20 apartments I believe and all of the neighbors are like really close to each other and know each other for decades and most of them are older than 40 fsr and had always lived here. I first move in with my former fiancé (27M), he is an extrovert and introduced himself to the other neighbors that same day. He is a physician assistant student and he immediately made some friends like a doctor from the 3rd floor and some nurse. When we first moved in I was going through a very bad depression episode. I was diagnosed with depression at 12, I used to handle it but at 21 I went to a traumatic experience (that actually lead me to move here from an apartment that I used to love) so when I was settling in I wasn't in the mood of meeting new neighbors or small talk so I never actually got to know them, but my ex fiancé did. I work from home so I dont usually hang around the building cause I almost never leave my apartment because of my social anxiety and my allergies to the weather of my country most of the year. My ex fiancé on the other hand was always coming and going so he met a lot of the neighbors when going to work or running errands.
So last year I was actually starting to feel kinda better and I began to leave my apartment more often to meet old friends etc. But my relationship with my fiancé was not going too well. We still loved and cared about each other but we weren't working as a couple, it got kinda platonic. We decided to end our relationship and to stop the wedding plans but we continued living together with no drama until he found a nice place to move. He decided that he would be the one who moves because the apartment was too far away from his work anyway and he didn't want me to stress out with another moving after all I went through. There was no rush from me, I wanted him to find his perfect place so he moved temporarily to the guest room and we were living peacefully almost as roommates while he kept looking for apartments. In my opinion we were even happier that way than as a couple. My mental health was improving. I started a new job, mostly from home but hybrid so I had some meetings and it involved some events I had to attend. I was going out the apartment more often and I started to run errands and go to the store almost as a normal person. I was doing my best effort. When I had to share the elevator with another neighbor they used to get really surprised by my presence. They all used to ask if I was visiting or if I was new in the building. I found rather odd the interrogations all the time but I just used to reply that I live in the 7th and that Ive been living here for 2 years now. They were at first usually shocked and then they were like oh yeah you're the physician's fiance. I never got the guts to correct them by saying I was his ex, mostly because he was still around and it just makes no sense so I would wait until he move out to do so.
But 6 months passed and my ex was no where near to move out. It was ok to me to stay as roommates and I didn't felt like it was a big deal that the neighbors believe that we were still a couple. He never corrected them either when they asked him stuff like when was gonna be the wedding. But at that time Ive just met someone at an event from work that I was really into (24M). He asked me out and we went to a few dates that were amazing. There was an awesome connection and we started dating.
We usually hang up at his place because my apartment is kinda far anyway and also I didn't knew how to tell him the situation with my ex/roommate. After 2 months dating I already knew I wanted a relationship with him, I was happier than ever I never had felt that way before, we were both so truly in love so I told him everything and he was totally fine with that and he understood that it was not uncommon for exs to live together for a while until one of them find somewhere to go. He didn't knew that almost 9 months had passed tho.
On the other hand when I told my ex about my new bf that was coming to visit he lost it. I didn't expect him to freak out that way because he used to tell me about his crushes and his dates in that time we were living only as roommates and it was fine I already saw him like a friend amd even gave him advices with girls but he got real mad when I mention the word bf and that he was visiting anytime soon. He said how can you this to me and that he thought I was just sleeping around but he didn't expected something like that.
I immediately realized that maybe he still had some feelings for me so I tried to be as kind as possible and he started to look more seriously for places to move. My bf only came to visit whenever my ex was working all night at the hospital so we don't disturbed him and I was really careful they never crossed knowing how my ex feeling about him. The situation was really awkward and my new bf one day told me that he had very weird encounters at the halls of the buildings with neighbors asking who was him and who was he visiting. At that time I'm pretty sure that most of the neighbors thought that I was having an affair. They never liked me anyway because I was quiet because of my mental issues and they might have take the wrong impression but I was just unable to small talk. They adored my ex fiance tho so they kinda hate me now. He found a place to live and he moved out right away.
4 months had passed from that, my bf and I are so happy together and he started to work from home too so he is spending a lot of time in my place because some issues with his roommate. We aren't talking about living together yet but he comes at least 5 days at week. My sister came one weekend to visit for the first time and she heard some neighbors chatting on the elevator about me without knowing who she was. They were saying that I was cheating my fiance with a some much uglier guy that I used to have over anytime my fiance had a shift at the hospital and that he one day found out and left me. It was really disturbing to know that but I didn't wanted to get involved and I didn't really care about their opinions of me. It was awful the looks I got from them but I didn't went out too often anyway. The president of the neighbors, the doctor from the 3rd that was friends with my ex, called me on Sunday to complain about my sister's car staying to long on the garage and they didn't recognize the car and it wasn't allowed to have visitor's cars on our garage. It was actually on my spot because I don't own a car and there was literally nothing wrong with that. So I avoid confrontation and told her ok and hang up but actually I was not going to make my sister move her car at night it was ridiculous and she was leaving early in the morning anyway. But I didn't had the courage to reply her what I actually thought because of my social anxiety. So when the doctor left in the morning the car was still there because my sister decided to stay until 10am to avoid traffic and I told her it was fine because she has every right to have her car on my spot and it doesn't bother anyone that her car is there but the neighbor just hates me and wants to give me a bad time for no reason. I didn't expect the rest of the neighbors to support her but they convocated a meeting of neighbors only to accuse me for what I did. It was everyone against me at the meeting. It was terrifying for me and my mental health, like a public amonestation at the lobby of the building where everyone got together to complain about me. I tried to defend myself without crying about that there's no rule against the visitor's car on the owner spot. But they said they didn't care, it was just disrespectful to tell the president on the phone that I was moving the car and then just don't move it. I can't stress enough that all of the neighbors are older than 40, at least the ones that were at that meeting. They started to complain that I was also rude, that I never talked to anyone not got the time to know them or to participate on the building's reunions and parties and that I had a guest over visiting too often, probably a bf, that doesn't pay rent and that they need to know his name and last name because I have to inform to the building if I'm having a new partner or roommate. Everything was surreal and I just left the meeting without saying a word. I couldn't stand it anymore. I locked in my apartment and I am trying to understand that they must hate me because of a misunderstood about me cheating my fiance but I actually felt so angry because even if that was true they had no right to do something like that. They are always rude to my new boyfriend and I have to keep living here for at least 2 years and I don't know how to do so with all this bad energy and I am scared and I haven't left my apartment today and I don't know what to do and I just can't stop crying and having no appetite and feeling like another depression episode might be coming back.

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So I (25F) just moved here like 3 years ago. This is a 7 floors building, there are approximately 20 apartments I believe and all of the neighbors are like really close to each other and know each other for decades and most of them are older than 40 fsr and had always lived here. I first move in with my former fiancé (27M), he is an extrovert and introduced himself to the other neighbors that same day. He is a physician assistant student and he immediately made some friends like a doctor from the 3rd floor and some nurse. When we first moved in I was going through a very bad depression episode. I was diagnosed with depression at 12, I used to handle it but at 21 I went to a traumatic experience (that actually lead me to move here from an apartment that I used to love) so when I was settling in I wasn't in the mood of meeting new neighbors or small talk so I never actually got to know them, but my ex fiancé did. I work from home so I dont usually hang around the building cause I almost never leave my apartment because of my social anxiety and my allergies to the weather of my country most of the year. My ex fiancé on the other hand was always coming and going so he met a lot of the neighbors when going to work or running errands.
So last year I was actually starting to feel kinda better and I began to leave my apartment more often to meet old friends etc. But my relationship with my fiancé was not going too well. We still loved and cared about each other but we weren't working as a couple, it got kinda platonic. We decided to end our relationship and to stop the wedding plans but we continued living together with no drama until he found a nice place to move. He decided that he would be the one who moves because the apartment was too far away from his work anyway and he didn't want me to stress out with another moving after all I went through. There was no rush from me, I wanted him to find his perfect place so he moved temporarily to the guest room and we were living peacefully almost as roommates while he kept looking for apartments. In my opinion we were even happier that way than as a couple. My mental health was improving. I started a new job, mostly from home but hybrid so I had some meetings and it involved some events I had to attend. I was going out the apartment more often and I started to run errands and go to the store almost as a normal person. I was doing my best effort. When I had to share the elevator with another neighbor they used to get really surprised by my presence. They all used to ask if I was visiting or if I was new in the building. I found rather odd the interrogations all the time but I just used to reply that I live in the 7th and that Ive been living here for 2 years now. They were at first usually shocked and then they were like oh yeah you're the physician's fiance. I never got the guts to correct them by saying I was his ex, mostly because he was still around and it just makes no sense so I would wait until he move out to do so.
But 6 months passed and my ex was no where near to move out. It was ok to me to stay as roommates and I didn't felt like it was a big deal that the neighbors believe that we were still a couple. He never corrected them either when they asked him stuff like when was gonna be the wedding. But at that time Ive just met someone at an event from work that I was really into (24M). He asked me out and we went to a few dates that were amazing. There was an awesome connection and we started dating.
We usually hang up at his place because my apartment is kinda far anyway and also I didn't knew how to tell him the situation with my ex/roommate. After 2 months dating I already knew I wanted a relationship with him, I was happier than ever I never had felt that way before, we were both so truly in love so I told him everything and he was totally fine with that and he understood that it was not uncommon for exs to live together for a while until one of them find somewhere to go. He didn't knew that almost 9 months had passed tho.
On the other hand when I told my ex about my new bf that was coming to visit he lost it. I didn't expect him to freak out that way because he used to tell me about his crushes and his dates in that time we were living only as roommates and it was fine I already saw him like a friend amd even gave him advices with girls but he got real mad when I mention the word bf and that he was visiting anytime soon. He said how can you this to me and that he thought I was just sleeping around but he didn't expected something like that.
I immediately realized that maybe he still had some feelings for me so I tried to be as kind as possible and he started to look more seriously for places to move. My bf only came to visit whenever my ex was working all night at the hospital so we don't disturbed him and I was really careful they never crossed knowing how my ex feeling about him. The situation was really awkward and my new bf one day told me that he had very weird encounters at the halls of the buildings with neighbors asking who was him and who was he visiting. At that time I'm pretty sure that most of the neighbors thought that I was having an affair. They never liked me anyway because I was quiet because of my mental issues and they might have take the wrong impression but I was just unable to small talk. They adored my ex fiance tho so they kinda hate me now. He found a place to live and he moved out right away.
4 months had passed from that, my bf and I are so happy together and he started to work from home too so he is spending a lot of time in my place because some issues with his roommate. We aren't talking about living together yet but he comes at least 5 days at week. My sister came one weekend to visit for the first time and she heard some neighbors chatting on the elevator about me without knowing who she was. They were saying that I was cheating my fiance with a some much uglier guy that I used to have over anytime my fiance had a shift at the hospital and that he one day found out and left me. It was really disturbing to know that but I didn't wanted to get involved and I didn't really care about their opinions of me. It was awful the looks I got from them but I didn't went out too often anyway. The president of the neighbors, the doctor from the 3rd that was friends with my ex, called me on Sunday to complain about my sister's car staying to long on the garage and they didn't recognize the car and it wasn't allowed to have visitor's cars on our garage. It was actually on my spot because I don't own a car and there was literally nothing wrong with that. So I avoid confrontation and told her ok and hang up but actually I was not going to make my sister move her car at night it was ridiculous and she was leaving early in the morning anyway. But I didn't had the courage to reply her what I actually thought because of my social anxiety. So when the doctor left in the morning the car was still there because my sister decided to stay until 10am to avoid traffic and I told her it was fine because she has every right to have her car on my spot and it doesn't bother anyone that her car is there but the neighbor just hates me and wants to give me a bad time for no reason. I didn't expect the rest of the neighbors to support her but they convocated a meeting of neighbors only to accuse me for what I did. It was everyone against me at the meeting. It was terrifying for me and my mental health, like a public amonestation at the lobby of the building where everyone got together to complain about me. I tried to defend myself without crying about that there's no rule against the visitor's car on the owner spot. But they said they didn't care, it was just disrespectful to tell the president on the phone that I was moving the car and then just don't move it. I can't stress enough that all of the neighbors are older than 40, at least the ones that were at that meeting. They started to complain that I was also rude, that I never talked to anyone not got the time to know them or to participate on the building's reunions and parties and that I had a guest over visiting too often, probably a bf, that doesn't pay rent and that they need to know his name and last name because I have to inform to the building if I'm having a new partner or roommate. Everything was surreal and I just left the meeting without saying a word. I couldn't stand it anymore. I locked in my apartment and I am trying to understand that they must hate me because of a misunderstood about me cheating my fiance but I actually felt so angry because even if that was true they had no right to do something like that. They are always rude to my new boyfriend and I have to keep living here for at least 2 years and I don't know how to do so with all this bad energy and I am scared and I haven't left my apartment today and I don't know what to do and I just can't stop crying and having no appetite and feeling like another depression episode might be coming back.

1989 my two beautiful boys, age 7 and 9 were playing in the yard when an intoxicated man decided to drive his car, fell asleep and take their lives. My world changed at that moment. Family drama with shame and blame didn't help but I made it through the necessary acts to bury my boys. I froze up. I simply froze up. I took a leave of absence from my job as an RN in a hospital, my supervisor was so understanding and supportive. At home I had paint and covered with windows to let no light in and I sat in darkness for a year never leaving the house. My friends were wonderful, they fed me. They went shopping and brought me food, I ordered pizza. I sat in the dark not knowing if it was night or day. My friends never pushed me to do more than I could, they just fed me, visited, brought groceries and items I needed and let me work myself out of being frozen.
A year later, I was watching a talk show one morning. I didn't have cable so I had to only watch local stations. I was laying on the living room sofa and noticed some sparkling lights up in the corner of the room. I thought it was an electrical fire and sat up quickly to get a better view. It looked like sparklers burning, lots of them, beautiful white lights growing larger and in number until they were about a yard wide and 2 feet tall, a bundle of thousands of white, silver like sparkles flashing brightly. From this light source I clearly heard the voices of two men, maybe both upper 20's in age, very articulate, well educated and professional. They both took turns talking to me, very abruptly, sternly, with force, meaning and impatience with me. It was like I was being severely reprimanded. In part they said, "You have been holding us back from very important business we MUST attend to. We can not do the work we need to do that is so very important as you are constantly holding us back. We can not allow this to continue, you have to let go of us so we can move into our jobs and do the work we are suppose to be doing. Your constant attachment and holding on has stifled our ability to work and what we need to do is so very important. You just have to let go and let us move on. You are in the way of the great work we are assigned to do." I was being sternly spoken to by my two boys that now sounded like young executives. The only 'nice' thing they said to me was one of them said, "We appreciate what you did for us but now you just have to let us go."
I was berated on and on, like I was in court or in trouble at work in an HR meeting. It was not pleasant but it got my attention pronto. I replied, "I'm so sorry, I had no idea, yes, of course I'll let you do what you need to do. I miss you both so much but I had no idea I was holding you back from what you needed to be doing." It was like being pulled over by the cops, and told I did something wrong and I was trying to make it right. I admitted I was holding on to them but had no idea it was causing them grief from where they are now. Their voices stopped, the sparkling light diminished in size and brightness into just being a plain corner of the wall. I put my hand on that spot, it felt like a normal wall.
I got in the shower, got cleaned up, had to call someone to jump my car as it's not been started in over a year and drove to my old work place to put in an application again. My supervisor had moved on. I did a quick interview and got hired again. I started orientation the next day.
The encounter with my two boys was a jolt to my system. I went from frozen to thawed quickly. My deep mourning of my sons immediately changed to missing them, in a healthy way. There was no thinking about it, the stern talking to I got, the lecture, the demand that I let them move on let me move on, too. Giving them their freedom to do the work they have to do gave me the freedom to do the work I have to do still, too. I enjoyed letting the light back into my house as I slowly started using a razor blade to scrape the paint off the windows. It took months but it was so healing to turn from darkness to light again.
Hospice concepts were coming to America at that time, from the UK. I followed up with a local hospice and soon was the charge RN a 10 bed inpatient unit for terminally ill patients. I was a Hospice RN for 17 years, including 5 years as a pediatric Hospice Nurse. The loss of my children gave me the insight to support others that are transitioning into their next life, or career as I see it now. I had many, many amazing experience with many of my patients spreading their wings and practicing moving on before and after their deaths. My experience with my boys gave me the strength to support my dying patients and the family and friends they were leaving behind.
I've not seen my boys since. I don't want to disturb them from the work they need to do. That lecture I got that day was enough!! Of course I think of them so often but never clinging, but now knowing they matured, grew up, and have important work they do that is valuable to them wherever they are. That makes me smile. I hope my story can brighten someone else. We go on, there is no end.
I did an interview about being a Hospice RN and some of the spirit encounters I've had, including this story about my boys. I know I'm not allowed to provide the link, it's on YouTube.

1989 my two beautiful boys, age 7 and 9 were playing in the yard when an intoxicated man decided to drive his car, fell asleep and take their lives. My world changed at that moment. Family drama with shame and blame didn't help but I made it through the necessary acts to bury my boys. I froze up. I simply froze up. I took a leave of absence from my job as an RN in a hospital, my supervisor was so understanding and supportive. At home I had paint and covered with windows to let no light in and I sat in darkness for a year never leaving the house. My friends were wonderful, they fed me. They went shopping and brought me food, I ordered pizza. I sat in the dark not knowing if it was night or day. My friends never pushed me to do more than I could, they just fed me, visited, brought groceries and items I needed and let me work myself out of being frozen.
A year later, I was watching a talk show one morning. I didn't have cable so I had to only watch local stations. I was laying on the living room sofa and noticed some sparkling lights up in the corner of the room. I thought it was an electrical fire and sat up quickly to get a better view. It looked like sparklers burning, lots of them, beautiful white lights growing larger and in number until they were about a yard wide and 2 feet tall, a bundle of thousands of white, silver like sparkles flashing brightly. From this light source I clearly heard the voices of two men, maybe both upper 20's in age, very articulate, well educated and professional. They both took turns talking to me, very abruptly, sternly, with force, meaning and impatience with me. It was like I was being severely reprimanded. In part they said, "You have been holding us back from very important business we MUST attend to. We can not do the work we need to do that is so very important as you are constantly holding us back. We can not allow this to continue, you have to let go of us so we can move into our jobs and do the work we are suppose to be doing. Your constant attachment and holding on has stifled our ability to work and what we need to do is so very important. You just have to let go and let us move on. You are in the way of the great work we are assigned to do." I was being sternly spoken to by my two boys that now sounded like young executives. The only 'nice' thing they said to me was one of them said, "We appreciate what you did for us but now you just have to let us go."
I was berated on and on, like I was in court or in trouble at work in an HR meeting. It was not pleasant but it got my attention pronto. I replied, "I'm so sorry, I had no idea, yes, of course I'll let you do what you need to do. I miss you both so much but I had no idea I was holding you back from what you needed to be doing." It was like being pulled over by the cops, and told I did something wrong and I was trying to make it right. I admitted I was holding on to them but had no idea it was causing them grief from where they are now. Their voices stopped, the sparkling light diminished in size and brightness into just being a plain corner of the wall. I put my hand on that spot, it felt like a normal wall.
I got in the shower, got cleaned up, had to call someone to jump my car as it's not been started in over a year and drove to my old work place to put in an application again. My supervisor had moved on. I did a quick interview and got hired again. I started orientation the next day.
The encounter with my two boys was a jolt to my system. I went from frozen to thawed quickly. My deep mourning of my sons immediately changed to missing them, in a healthy way. There was no thinking about it, the stern talking to I got, the lecture, the demand that I let them move on let me move on, too. Giving them their freedom to do the work they have to do gave me the freedom to do the work I have to do still, too. I enjoyed letting the light back into my house as I slowly started using a razor blade to scrape the paint off the windows. It took months but it was so healing to turn from darkness to light again.
Hospice concepts were coming to America at that time, from the UK. I followed up with a local hospice and soon was the charge RN a 10 bed inpatient unit for terminally ill patients. I was a Hospice RN for 17 years, including 5 years as a pediatric Hospice Nurse. The loss of my children gave me the insight to support others that are transitioning into their next life, or career as I see it now. I had many, many amazing experience with many of my patients spreading their wings and practicing moving on before and after their deaths. My experience with my boys gave me the strength to support my dying patients and the family and friends they were leaving behind.
I've not seen my boys since. I don't want to disturb them from the work they need to do. That lecture I got that day was enough!! Of course I think of them so often but never clinging, but now knowing they matured, grew up, and have important work they do that is valuable to them wherever they are. That makes me smile. I hope my story can brighten someone else. We go on, there is no end.
I did aN interview about being a Hospice RN and some of the spirit encounters I've had, including this story about my boys. I know I'm not allowed to provide the link

AI art and writing, which I fully believe as very, great tools.
AI art helps fill in the blanks and saves some time for artists like backgrounds and stuff. And writing, writer's block gets practically eliminated.
These are very great inventions and I for one cannot wait to develop my artistic sense good enough to allow me to utilize these things as well.
Although, going back to a previous post I've made, translations are still a far cry. Well, a far cry last I've checked. Hopefully it got to be a bit better. I for one am still for human translators but knowing the integrity issue for many official translators I understand if that one would come to replace them. I do wonder how the scanlation community would handle that but eh, I'll just see if HobbyDrama has anything for that in the near future.
So back to my main topic, AI Art and Writing. Very big pushback from the art community and the writing community, which I take is very liberal and filled to the brim with the woke. Them "LGBT romance is always a new hope while straight romance is a toxic mess with relationships beyond salvation" people.
And my question was that is they against these new tech because of the fact that they're gonna be out of a job or livelihood? Like I get the threat but if these writer's striking can have their jobs be done by an AI that's not even, I'd like to say useable but I am certain some peeps are making their scripts with AI and a touch of human touch as well, but we'll it's not really being used by the bigwigs...yet. And the fact that that option is available is a threat to them and they just don't seem all that talented then. That's me two cents for these writers. I've experienced better stories on the comment sections of writing prompts than what these folks striking were putting out.
But I also understand that having one's worked be treated like just cheap labor is wack. Pulp writers were paid lowly wages. If anything, it's the Japanese animators who needs to get workers rights not these Starbucks drinking car toting living in California peeps. If they at least had the work ethic and integrity of the Japanese.
So next is Art. Elitism I say. One can argue that it's stealing art but all art is stealing. Techniques, processes, ideas. Tarantino once said, "Great artists steal" and that's something I agree with. References for the sake of reference sucks but if it is done with intent to move the plot forward, yes.
Although I'm on the fence of AI art should join art contests and such but that is beyond me.
As a consumer, I enjoy a good story, some good art and maybe a bit of variety. Something that I really hope this tech would bring out to people.
So there's my opinion on the matter. In essence this is what I am posting about?
IS AI ART AND AI WRITING HATED UPON BY GHE GREATER ARTIST AND WRITING COMMUNITY BECAUSE THEY CAN REPLICATE WHAT THEY CAN DO AND POSSIBLY NOT HAVE THEIR LITTLE WOKE STUFF GET IN IT? Basically elitism?

Posting here because its fucking impossible to make a post on the Australia subreddit without it being removed for no reason automatically.
This isn't news, but for any highschool graduate who needs to hear it; do NOT committ to university study unless you are absolutely certain that you have a passion for it. I have nearly 20k in debt for an unfinished degree, and the 7.1 indexation just made my soul die. Paying it off will be like shovelling money into a furnace - absolutely pointless, and money is what we all need. They're never going to wipe student debt, no matter how much the greens harp on about it.
Yes, HECS is great; we can study up-front and pay later, but DEBT IS A DEBT. Unless the field you want to enter actually requires uni education, don't do it. Explore trades, do copious volunteer work, save some money from your after school job to travel and THEN make a decision. Look into the Self Employment Assistance program which centrelink offers (one of the few things they actually do very, very well) if you have a business idea or like creating things. Entrepreneurship is a skill you need these days.
Your late teens and 20s are FOR self discovery, as wanky as that term sounds. It took me 9 years to figure out what I'm doing, and I'm only 27, and finally forging a path with certainty. Some reach that point way later. You're not destined to do one thing for the rest of your life (most likely.)
Yes your 20s are for exploring and having fun, but in this area, BE SMART. Explore your options and do NOT blissfully be convinced that uni is the only way to pave your path - It is NOT.

1989 my two beautiful boys, age 7 and 9 were playing in the yard when an intoxicated man decided to drive his car, fell asleep and take their lives. My world changed at that moment. Family drama with shame and blame didn't help but I made it through the necessary acts to bury my boys. I froze up. I simply froze up. I took a leave of absence from my job as an RN in a hospital, my supervisor was so understanding and supportive. At home I had paint and covered with windows to let no light in and I sat in darkness for a year never leaving the house. My friends were wonderful, they fed me. They went shopping and brought me food, I ordered pizza. I sat in the dark not knowing if it was night or day. My friends never pushed me to do more than I could, they just fed me, visited, brought groceries and items I needed and let me work myself out of being frozen.
A year later, I was watching a talk show one morning. I didn't have cable so I had to only watch local stations. I was laying on the living room sofa and noticed some sparkling lights up in the corner of the room. I thought it was an electrical fire and sat up quickly to get a better view. It looked like sparklers burning, lots of them, beautiful white lights growing larger and in number until they were about a yard wide and 2 feet tall, a bundle of thousands of white, silver like sparkles flashing brightly. From this light source I clearly heard the voices of two men, maybe both upper 20's in age, very articulate, well educated and professional. They both took turns talking to me, very abruptly, sternly, with force, meaning and impatience with me. It was like I was being severely reprimanded. In part they said, "You have been holding us back from very important business we MUST attend to. We can not do the work we need to do that is so very important as you are constantly holding us back. We can not allow this to continue, you have to let go of us so we can move into our jobs and do the work we are suppose to be doing. Your constant attachment and holding on has stifled our ability to work and what we need to do is so very important. You just have to let go and let us move on. You are in the way of the great work we are assigned to do." I was being sternly spoken to by my two boys that now sounded like young executives. The only 'nice' thing they said to me was one of them said, "We appreciate what you did for us but now you just have to let us go."
I was berated on and on, like I was in court or in trouble at work in an HR meeting. It was not pleasant but it got my attention pronto. I replied, "I'm so sorry, I had no idea, yes, of course I'll let you do what you need to do. I miss you both so much but I had no idea I was holding you back from what you needed to be doing." It was like being pulled over by the cops, and told I did something wrong and I was trying to make it right. I admitted I was holding on to them but had no idea it was causing them grief from where they are now. Their voices stopped, the sparkling light diminished in size and brightness into just being a plain corner of the wall. I put my hand on that spot, it felt like a normal wall.
I got in the shower, got cleaned up, had to call someone to jump my car as it's not been started in over a year and drove to my old work place to put in an application again. My supervisor had moved on. I did a quick interview and got hired again. I started orientation the next day.
The encounter with my two boys was a jolt to my system. I went from frozen to thawed quickly. My deep mourning of my sons immediately changed to missing them, in a healthy way. There was no thinking about it, the stern talking to I got, the lecture, the demand that I let them move on let me move on, too. Giving them their freedom to do the work they have to do gave me the freedom to do the work I have to do still, too. I enjoyed letting the light back into my house as I slowly started using a razor blade to scrape the paint off the windows. It took months but it was so healing to turn from darkness to light again.
Hospice concepts were coming to America at that time, from the UK. I followed up with a local hospice and soon was the charge RN a 10 bed inpatient unit for terminally ill patients. I was a Hospice RN for 17 years, including 5 years as a pediatric Hospice Nurse. The loss of my children gave me the insight to support others that are transitioning into their next life, or career as I see it now. I had many, many amazing experience with many of my patients spreading their wings and practicing moving on before and after their deaths. My experience with my boys gave me the strength to support my dying patients and the family and friends they were leaving behind.
I've not seen my boys since. I don't want to disturb them from the work they need to do. That lecture I got that day was enough!! Of course I think of them so often but never clinging, but now knowing they matured, grew up, and have important work they do that is valuable to them wherever they are. That makes me smile. I hope my story can brighten someone else. We go on, there is no end.
I did an interview about being a Hospice RN and some of the spirit encounters I've had, including this story about my boys. I know I'm not allowed to provide the link

Pre-edit: Mods removed my post but those who are interested:
I (34F) have been married to my husband for 5 years. Of those 5 years, I spent the last 3 years taking care of his mother. His mother is very sick. She can hardly go to the bathroom on her own. I have to wash her and clean her. He never discussed anything about it to me. He just moved his mother into our house without asking me. I suggested that we should hire a nurse and he said it was a waste of money. Why do we need to hire a nurse when we can take care of her. My husband promised he would help but he hasn't lifted a finger. I did everything. I fed his mom, I bathed her, I cleaned her after she did her business. I am exhausted and feel like less of myself. I don't recognize myself in the mirror anymore. I always on clock for her. My husband doesn't help me. But he expects me to help his mother. He just comes home and plays video games.
I complained about this and he yelled at me. He said he is very stressed about his mother and he needs video games to calm his nerves. The only time I saw him do anything was on his mom's birthday. We were about to start a family last year but he said not now and has the audacity to complain that I do not look myself anymore. I gained weight, I have eye bags, my skin looks dry, my hands started to resemble his own mother. I am just done now.
I sacrificed my job for him. I left my job and took a part time job just to take care of his mom. I should have left when 4 years ago I asked him to lend me some money for my dad's operation and he gave me a bunch of excuses. He even criticized me if I spend too much time with my own sick dad. Today at work he is going to be served. I have been planning my escape for few months. I am staying with a close relative. I have enough money saved for me. I am glad I didn't have kids with such an ungrateful man. Robert, I hope you enjoy cleaning your mom's shit covered ass everyday because I am done.
Edit: Just wanted to add, money was never an issue for us. There are good government facilities that take care of people like my mil. And we have enough money to afford private care too. I was willing to pay for half of the care just so I don't have to do it all by myself. If we hired private care I could have kept my last job that paid decent money and since my husband also earns more, it would cover up the cost.

1989 my two beautiful boys, age 7 and 9 were playing in the yard when an intoxicated man decided to drive his car, fell asleep and take their lives. My world changed at that moment. Family drama with shame and blame didn't help but I made it through the necessary acts to bury my boys. I froze up. I simply froze up. I took a leave of absence from my job as an RN in a hospital, my supervisor was so understanding and supportive. At home I had paint and covered with windows to let no light in and I sat in darkness for a year never leaving the house. My friends were wonderful, they fed me. They went shopping and brought me food, I ordered pizza. I sat in the dark not knowing if it was night or day. My friends never pushed me to do more than I could, they just fed me, visited, brought groceries and items I needed and let me work myself out of being frozen.
A year later, I was watching a talk show one morning. I didn't have cable so I had to only watch local stations. I was laying on the living room sofa and noticed some sparkling lights up in the corner of the room. I thought it was an electrical fire and sat up quickly to get a better view. It looked like sparklers burning, lots of them, beautiful white lights growing larger and in number until they were about a yard wide and 2 feet tall, a bundle of thousands of white, silver like sparkles flashing brightly. From this light source I clearly heard the voices of two men, maybe both upper 20's in age, very articulate, well educated and professional. They both took turns talking to me, very abruptly, sternly, with force, meaning and impatience with me. It was like I was being severely reprimanded. In part they said, "You have been holding us back from very important business we MUST attend to. We can not do the work we need to do that is so very important as you are constantly holding us back. We can not allow this to continue, you have to let go of us so we can move into our jobs and do the work we are suppose to be doing. Your constant attachment and holding on has stifled our ability to work and what we need to do is so very important. You just have to let go and let us move on. You are in the way of the great work we are assigned to do." I was being sternly spoken to by my two boys that now sounded like young executives. The only 'nice' thing they said to me was one of them said, "We appreciate what you did for us but now you just have to let us go."
I was berated on and on, like I was in court or in trouble at work in an HR meeting. It was not pleasant but it got my attention pronto. I replied, "I'm so sorry, I had no idea, yes, of course I'll let you do what you need to do. I miss you both so much but I had no idea I was holding you back from what you needed to be doing." It was like being pulled over by the cops, and told I did something wrong and I was trying to make it right. I admitted I was holding on to them but had no idea it was causing them grief from where they are now. Their voices stopped, the sparkling light diminished in size and brightness into just being a plain corner of the wall. I put my hand on that spot, it felt like a normal wall.
I got in the shower, got cleaned up, had to call someone to jump my car as it's not been started in over a year and drove to my old work place to put in an application again. My supervisor had moved on. I did a quick interview and got hired again. I started orientation the next day.
The encounter with my two boys was a jolt to my system. I went from frozen to thawed quickly. My deep mourning of my sons immediately changed to missing them, in a healthy way. There was no thinking about it, the stern talking to I got, the lecture, the demand that I let them move on let me move on, too. Giving them their freedom to do the work they have to do gave me the freedom to do the work I have to do still, too. I enjoyed letting the light back into my house as I slowly started using a razor blade to scrape the paint off the windows. It took months but it was so healing to turn from darkness to light again.
Hospice concepts were coming to America at that time, from the UK. I followed up with a local hospice and soon was the charge RN a 10 bed inpatient unit for terminally ill patients. I was a Hospice RN for 17 years, including 5 years as a pediatric Hospice Nurse. The loss of my children gave me the insight to support others that are transitioning into their next life, or career as I see it now. I had many, many amazing experience with many of my patients spreading their wings and practicing moving on before and after their deaths. My experience with my boys gave me the strength to support my dying patients and the family and friends they were leaving behind.
I've not seen my boys since. I don't want to disturb them from the work they need to do. That lecture I got that day was enough!! Of course I think of them so often but never clinging, but now knowing they matured, grew up, and have important work they do that is valuable to them wherever they are. That makes me smile. I hope my story can brighten someone else. We go on, there is no end.
I did a podcast interview about being a Hospice RN and some of the spirit encounters I've had, including this story about my boys. I know I'm not allowed to provide the link but it's on YouTube.