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Sutter Cain is silently judging you all.
Every damn one of you.
talking to certain trans people is so sad sometimes, it's almost like talking to an addict. all they care about is the next hrt shot, or the next surgery, or how they look or how they present, and they don't care at all how they're affecting other people in their life, and how they're hurting them.
i've heard multiple trans-identified females say that their parents told them "you killed my daughter." and it's heart-wrenching, and I used to really feel for this woman. but now, I can't help but feel for the parents. Imagine having a daughter who's perfectly normal until her life is overtaken by heroin. Imagine having a daughter who was fine until she joined a new religious group that turned out to be a cult, and now she's not the same anymore and has been completely brainwashed and there's nothing you can do or say to snap her out of it. Imagine begging her to get help but she's so deep in the addiction that she can't.
I'm not joking when I say that transgender identity should be understood first and foremost as an addiction. There is a literal chemical element to this that I think is underdiscussed. Testosterone and estrogen are both mind-altering substances after all. But the real high is the feeling of disassociation, or what trans people euphemistically refer to as "gender euphoria." A lot of addiction is about disassociation, it's not just that the focus of the addiction makes you feel good, it's that it makes you forget about the things about yourself that make you feel bad.
This is why trans identified people get mad when you say things like "what's wrong with just being a non gender conforming woman?" or "what's wrong with just being an effeminate man?" They need to believe that they have become a different person because they need that hit of disassociation. It's also why they rely on sexist stereotypes so heavily, they need to believe that the opposite sex are basically a different species. If they admit that their sources of gender euphoria are just things that a person of their birth sex could do anyway without changing their identity, then they are admitting that they are still just themselves. It's also why they get so irrationally angry at "misgendering", no other marginalised group loses their cool this much at not having their identity recognised. No other group goes out of their way to police language the way the trans community does. But when you misgender a trans person, you are doing the equivalent of giving a shot of narcan to an opiod addict. You are bringing them back down to Earth and reminding them that they are still themselves. No wonder they fight so hard to not let people do this.
This also explains the escalating nature of trans identity. Addiction by its very nature tends to escalate. You get accustomed to your current state of addiction, and it no longer gives the same high it once did, so you need to intensify it. You might just start out cutting your hair short and wearing a binder and that might satisfy you in the short term. But sooner or later that's not enough, soon you will need hormones, then top surgery, then facial masculinization surgery and then eventually bottom surgery. Then the many revisions of those surgeries. But you're chasing a dragon, you're never going to catch it. You can't satisfy an addict, it's just not possible. No matter how much they have, they will always want a little bit more.
The frustrating thing is that like most addicts they tend to be very good at subjective rationalization. Addicts are often very intelligent people, and they are very good at explaining to themselves and to others why their addiction is actually rational and healthy. This makes it very difficult to reason with them. Addicts don't perceive their next fix as a want but as a need. It can be very frustrating hearing trans people act is if you are literally trying to murder them, when all you want is to get them to admit that they are still just their birth sex. But in their eyes these two things might as well be the same thing. The ego death of not being able to disassociate is just as scary to them as an actual literal death.
I've never heard this take on it before. Interesting to think about.
This makes a lot of sense. And fits the majority of what I myself have witnessed with trans-identifying individuals of both sexes.
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No. Your job is to make sure they have their every single NEED taken care of until the day they're taken by the Cold Mother.
Food, water, shelter, physical and mental exercise, security, medical requirements.
When you do that, love is inevitable.
"Our age of bronze is collapsing."
My big takeaway from Nolan's Odyssey is that the ancient Greeks never thought to invent windows. Or paintings. Or art of any sort. At least three times, we visit a palace, a temple, and find it to be a great big cement room, very dark on the inside, lit only by torches and braziers (they haven't invented candles either). No sculptures, no frescos, no mosaics. Odysseus's palace looks much like Menelaus' palace looks much like a temple where Telemachus is ambushed and almost dies. Just a bunch of big blocky rooms that must get pretty stuffy, considering there are no windows. And brother, you'd better believe that if they don't have windows, they don't have skylights either. The budget for all those braziers and torches must be enormous.
Told in Nolan's now-signature fragmented structure... which made sense to liven up the semi-boring life of Oppenheimer, but here feels rambling... the movie progresses in montages rather than scenes. We rarely stay in a moment for any amount of time, instead flashing back to Odysseus buying a puppy
or taking the grown puppy on a hunt
or taking a break from the hunt to eat a sandwich
or packing that sandwich but forgetting to put coffee in his thermos
If you think that's annoying, well, that's every scene. We'll go from Odysseus fighting the Cyclops to Telemachus paying a visit to Menelaus to a flashback to the siege of Troy. The movie both assumes a baseline familiarity with the Odyssey and the Iliad for any of this to make sense, and hands out clunky exposition as the characters need their own society to be explained to them. At one point, Penelope needs Odysseus to explain the concept of sacrifice to her; wait, wouldn't she know?
Speaking of Penelope, she's abysmally characterized, yelling at her son in every scene they have together and getting an embarrassing girlboss moment where she cries "Empty throne? I've been sitting on this empty throne for twenty years!" Yeah, since you bring it up, lady, you've sucked at it. There are suitors everywhere and they're fucking the place up.
In fact, all of the female characters are faintly ridiculous. Helen has been maimed by Menelaus to pay her back for, you know, that whole Trojan War thing, but she also openly mocks him--you wonder why Menelaus, the asshole tyrant/abusive husband, doesn't get haul off and smack her one. Circe is turned into an arch-feminist who transforms Odysseus's men because they would've raped her; Odysseus doesn't overcome her so much as make puppy-dog eyes at her and go "Please? Please can I have my men back? Pretty please?" While Circe, who actually does rape Odysseus, isn't given a comeuppance--she's more characterized like the shaman in Widow's Bay, giving Odysseus lotus for years until he's 'ready' to stop being date-raped. How can you be less woke on rape than a 3000 year old poem?
Odysseus doesn't fare much better. As you might expect, Nolan characterizes him less as a daring hero and more of a Boomer full of manpain, which his adventures serve as therapy for. But he can't seem to decide what Odysseus's flaw actually is. Is it that he's too much of a dick, like when he pointlessly shoots the Cyclops after they've already overcome it? Or is he too much of a nice guy, like when he refuses to let all of his men die even though the gods have decreed it? Finally Nolan lands on him having PTSD, just like Ralph Fiennes' take in The Return, but he adds a risible version of the "aliens are really future humans" thing from Interstellar. Yes, Greece is an ahistorical, multiethnic empire full of Indians and Asians, but it's also in danger of collapsing from the Sea People. The attempted combination of anachronism and a foray into serious historical fiction is laughable.
I'm sure you've read the cope where the woefully miscast Helen of Troy and Sinon are only in the movie for a few minutes. But Odysseus' crew--who are in eighty percent of the thing--are as diverse as an eighties street gang and it's impossible to take seriously. And this is a movie that very, very much wants to be taken seriously.
Also, the Sinon character is super important to the narrative, to the point where Odysseus's final vengeance on Robert Pattinson revolves around him going "This is for Sinon!" And every time they bring up the character, you're reminded that this is the they/them character played by tiny, weird-looking "Elliot Page." It's like a version of Black Panther where T'Challa's dad is Gary Coleman.
Yeah, he wouldn't be in the movie that much, but try watching Killmonger going on about his dad being killed without snickering at the thought of Gary Coleman committing murder. I'm sorry, it makes the whole thing a joke.
Travis Scott is there too, playing a bard who supposedly sings about the Trojan War, but his 'performance' is just banging a stick and saying short, declarative sentences like "A man! A war! A thought! A plan!" Entertaining stuff.
That's really the problem in a nutshell. It's just not much fun. Troy, for all its faults, had a real cinematic scope and beautiful look. The actors, with their accents and their archaic language, felt like they were playing characters. You could buy that Eric Bana was the noble Hector or that Brad Pitt was the glorious Achilles.
Everyone in Odyssey... except for Robert Pattinson, who I'd be willing to bet decided to make his villain character a shitty little pussyboy with no direction at all from Nolan... is just there. Tom Holland's doing his usual Tom Holland performance. Ditto for Jon Bernthal. Ditto for Matt Damon. (And you KNOW Zendaya is just squinting like she always does.)
They emote some and look very serious, but you never buy that they're these ancient people in a world of gods and monsters, no matter how much they go on about "Zeus's law!" Between the modern accents and stupid-looking costumes, you would almost think that during the Pandemic, everyone decided to get together on Zoom and read through Homer's epic as a fun little time-waster, wearing whatever they could throw on that looked "classical."
Except that probably would've been better. At the very least, it wouldn't have cost three hundred million dollars.
Even Clash of the Titans... even the remake of Clash of the Titans... felt like it wanted to have fun with some colorful characters and gnarly monsters. Liam Neeson as Zeus. That's hard to argue with.
The Odyssey... ehhhhh. Nolan makes a go at putting some horror into Odysseus's encounter with the Cyclops, but it's hard to find it too scary when this Cyclops can't talk and pretty much goes to sleep immediately after doing anything.
After that, it's just variations on a theme. Odysseus goes somewhere, some of his crew get taken out by monsters, he feels bad about it, move on. The Giants are just there. The Sirens are barely seen. Scylla and Charybdis show up as a whirlpool and some tentacles that honestly look like shit. Like, literal shit. None of them make much of an impression. Nolan doesn't manage to make a meal out of any of this. The entire Odyssey in The Odyssey is honestly a bit of a slog.
Things liven up a little when Odysseus gets home, because it's hard to fuck up an action hero coming in and getting revenge on a bunch of assholes. Even there, though, the whole thing hinges on "Zeus's law!", the rule that you have to treat guests nicely, which here is shown to be pretty much the central tenet of Greek/Indian/black/Asian civilization.
But I guess Nolan figured that Odysseus killing all those assholes is a bit mean. If he were a real hero, he would just ask them to leave and let them go! So the Zeus's Law thing somehow ends up that he can't tell them to leave? (As explained, you wonder how this Zeus's Law shit isn't being abused by dickheads in every single kingdom of ancient Greece/India/Africa/Asia.) So Odysseus is in this fix where, even if he's king again, he can't get these guys to go except by killing them, and if he does that, then he's also going to be in trouble, because these suitors are rich guys with powerful families. (Wouldn't rich guys with powerful families have stuff to do besides hang out in Ithaca for years, trying to get Penelope to marry them? I guess not.)
So you think Odysseus... being freaking ODYSSEUS... is going to have some clever ruse to kill all these guys without getting in trouble for it, or at least get rid of them. No, not really. He just kills them all and goes "so long, suckers!" with Penelope. See, it's also come out that Greek/Indian (you get the idea) civilization is pretty much collapsing because the Trojan Horse broke Zeus's Law (you should take a shot every time Zeus's Law is said) and now no one is taking this Zeus's Law shit seriously, so now everyone is going to war with each other, and that's the Sea People. Because no one went to war before the Trojan War, I guess. And I thought Zeus's Law was bad because it let these suitors cause all these problems? No?
So, since civilization is over and the Dark Ages are starting (citation needed), Odysseus and Penelope are putting Tom Holland in charge and peacing out. Good luck with the collapse of civilization, kid! Have fun!
Very Boomer of them. They don't quite sail off on a cruise ship, but...
None of this is very entertaining and it's not very edifying either, since we're not getting any accurate portrayal of Homer's Odyssey, just Nolan's 'update' of it and a bunch of stock aesops on the horrors of war and how women are great even when they hold you prisoner and rape you. I'm kinda at a loss as to what this brings to the table. You won't see this and get any sort of accurate idea of how the Greeks visualized the world or what happened in Homer's Odyssey, and it's not much fun on its own merits.
It's three hours long. You sit there a long time. You see a bunch of stars who wanted to work with Nolan. I guess it's kinda fun that Nolan is big enough to have, like, the guy who played Barsad in The Dark Knight Rises show up as just a guy with no lines in Odysseus's crew. And you're like, hey, he was the main dude in The Collector and here he just, I don't know, picks up a pen or something. Sort of like when Chadwick Boseman showed up in Psych before he got famous, but since Nolan's a big deal, this is him showing up to pick up a pen after he got famous.
It's amusing. I don't know if it's really fun.
ETA: I guess the music is okay, but for all the hype about using authentic ancient Greek instruments, it's the same droning tones and electronica that you'd expect from a Nolan score, just with ancient Greek instruments I guess. Like, at one point it's literally just going "Zap! Zap! Zap! Zap!" Yeah, I'm so sure the ancient Greeks used to say "I wanna get fucked up! Put on the zapping song! I don't wanna hear anything but zapping for the next hour!"
This was more fun than the movie.
The other day my wife told me about this influencer who said she needed to go on ozempic so she could go from 130 lbs down to 115 and I really cannot stress the degree to which we have so COMPLETELY lost the plot with this glp1 shit. Like not only are people are going on this shit for purely cosmetic purposes, the cosmetic purposes are delusional. This is the kind of mindset that gives people eating disorders but now because you can get a prescription instead of having to starve yourself or enduce vomiting a big swath of the general public seems eager to go along with it. Body Positivity did not go fucking far enough because I am being so real when I say that fatphobia is more of a public health crisis than obesity has ever been
It really is delusional, because people on Ozempic look worse than when they started, weight loss or no. Yeah, you dropped 40 pounds on Ozempic but your face would make Skeletor jealous. You look like you should be riding on a black horse while holding a set of scales and talking about upping the price of grain. You look like the "after" picture of a Communist takeover.
That's because they are starving themselves and speeding up the wasting process. Ozempic without extremely strict diet and exercise causes the body to start cannibalizing its own bones, organs, and any fat it can find. And maintaining a consistent diet is even harder to do because the drug tricks the body into thinking it is constantly full and sated with a healthy, nutritious meal, which makes people just stop eating, instead of only eating healthy portions and foods. The lack of exercise makes the body go "guess we don't need this" and since their diets usually start lacking any major source of protein, up to half of the weight loss is coming from all the places people should not lose mass from.
My doctor keeps pushing this shit no matter how many times I saw "Go inject it up your own ass".
My cousin, before the Cold Mother took her, was put on one of these injectibles and she looked like death while she was still alive. In fact, I feel like it contributed to her decline. She was already having some issues with her liver and one of her other organs along with life-long heart complications, but she was mostly alright.
Then the doctor decided that she needed to lose some weight to avoid further complications and put her on a glp1. 6 months later I saw her for the last time.
Thyroid issues run rampant in my family, it sucks, they're currently still trying to figure out mine. But I'd rather end up on My 600 lb Life than end up looking like my cousin when she ended up in Hospice.
You can go to the doctor for nearly anything, even just to update paperwork, and they'll start offering GLP1s without any reason. Big Pharma is raking in money and getting people to call this shit a "miracle drug" because it will cure obesity, because it gives people an eating disorder without all the puking. And for some fucking reason, it's treated like it's a good thing because people are losing weight, but they are destroying their bodies in other ways which will potentially do serious long-term harm.
I fully expect to start seeing ads and commercials for lawsuits involving this shit any day now.
While the money WOULD be nice, I'd rather not shave decades off my life and spend the remaining ones in agony just for a future lawsuit payout from Morgan & Morgan.
The other day my wife told me about this influencer who said she needed to go on ozempic so she could go from 130 lbs down to 115 and I really cannot stress the degree to which we have so COMPLETELY lost the plot with this glp1 shit. Like not only are people are going on this shit for purely cosmetic purposes, the cosmetic purposes are delusional. This is the kind of mindset that gives people eating disorders but now because you can get a prescription instead of having to starve yourself or enduce vomiting a big swath of the general public seems eager to go along with it. Body Positivity did not go fucking far enough because I am being so real when I say that fatphobia is more of a public health crisis than obesity has ever been
It really is delusional, because people on Ozempic look worse than when they started, weight loss or no. Yeah, you dropped 40 pounds on Ozempic but your face would make Skeletor jealous. You look like you should be riding on a black horse while holding a set of scales and talking about upping the price of grain. You look like the "after" picture of a Communist takeover.
That's because they are starving themselves and speeding up the wasting process. Ozempic without extremely strict diet and exercise causes the body to start cannibalizing its own bones, organs, and any fat it can find. And maintaining a consistent diet is even harder to do because the drug tricks the body into thinking it is constantly full and sated with a healthy, nutritious meal, which makes people just stop eating, instead of only eating healthy portions and foods. The lack of exercise makes the body go "guess we don't need this" and since their diets usually start lacking any major source of protein, up to half of the weight loss is coming from all the places people should not lose mass from.
My doctor keeps pushing this shit no matter how many times I saw "Go inject it up your own ass".
My cousin, before the Cold Mother took her, was put on one of these injectibles and she looked like death while she was still alive. In fact, I feel like it contributed to her decline. She was already having some issues with her liver and one of her other organs along with life-long heart complications, but she was mostly alright.
Then the doctor decided that she needed to lose some weight to avoid further complications and put her on a glp1. 6 months later I saw her for the last time.
Thyroid issues run rampant in my family, it sucks, they're currently still trying to figure out mine. But I'd rather end up on My 600 lb Life than end up looking like my cousin when she ended up in Hospice.
It's In The Eyes
So, Sutter Cain is the first puppy I have ever raised all by myself. I've had puppies as a kid but they were "family dogs" and honestly, dad did most of the worst.
I had one other puppy as an adult, but I had help with that one too. Sadly, she didn't make it to a year old.
Every other dog I've ever had was a rescue that someone else raised. They always came with bad manners, trust issues, and problems needing to be fixed, no matter how amazing they were otherwise or how much I loved them.
With Sutter Cain, I was there the moment he took his first breath. I was there when he first opened his tiny little eyes. I was there for his weening. Before he was QUITE ready to be separated from his litter permanently, I would take him home overnight, and bring him back in the morning to be with his siblings.
When it was time to come home with me permanently two weeks later, there was no issue. No crying all night, no nursing his bedding, nothing. He just went on like he had always been at my house and always had his own little bed.
My partner helped pay for everything he needed, but I was responsible for 100% of his physical care. I fed him, trained him, took him to the vet, and spoiled him rotten. It's been he and I since day 1. (I helped raise the entire litter to a degree until they all went to new homes, but HE was MY puppy)
I say all of this because something got into Sutter Cain's eye this morning. I don't know what, probably dirt or a tiny bug. I looked and couldn't see anything but he wouldn't stop pawing at it, so I got some saline eyedrops, called him over, and put the drops in.
It was such a simple process. I pulled open his eyelids, put in a few drops, let him blink, did it again just to be sure, and let him be on his way again once I made sure there was no more irritation.
No fuss. No flinching. No whine. He took it better than bath time.
NO other dog I have ever had would ever be that well behaved. They would have fought me the entire time, jerked away, shook their heads, anything to avoid the TERRIBLE torture of having a droplet of water fall onto their eyeball.
Obviously I did SOMETHING right, but I am just... I love this boy so much. It's impossible to express just how amazing and wonderful he is. He's such a joy to have in my life.
I've always been a big advocate of Adopt Don't Shop, and for MOST dog owners, I still think that is the best possible option. (And for those of you who ruin good dogs, I think YOU need to just stick with plushies) but for me personally, when the Cold Mother finally takes my baby boy, I will most likely be on the lookout for another puppy.
It's just kind of alienating, really. Majority of people who read way below their grade level in school continue to be borderline illiterate as adults, and they still consider the ability to parse meaning and subtext as some kind of bizarre act of deception and dishonesty. Like you're just making shit up to fuck with them when you can infer meaning from words, unlike everyone else who is just blindly stumbling through life.
I have to cut out the majority of words from my lexicon.
Can't be using words like "majority" and "lexicon", unless you want to get that 4th grade reading level stare.
I hate that I can relate to all of this.
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Not a big Asmongold fan but this quote from him really amused me.
"I'm only as bad as I am because the TOS doesn't allow me to be worse."
Later Alligator
Ok, so... This story is going to sound made up, but I swear it is 100% as true as I am capable of making it.
Today started out MOSTLY uneventfully, I had to capture 4 loose chicks and toss them back in the box with their Mamma and siblings. Silly things. The cat ate all the soft dog treats again. My fault. And I had plans to drive past my aunt's house to drop off some zucchini I was given.
Normally I love squash but I just DO NOT care for zucchini. But I also didn't want to let them go to waste. But I digress.
So anyway, I'm driving past a peanut field when I see a dark shape poking out across the road. I assume it's a stick at first, those are common enough, but as I get closer I see that it's a little alligator head!!!
I didn't even think there were any bodies of water around here that could support a gator, even a little one. Well... I am NOT a very intelligent person. Not really. And I am very impulsive. I think you see where this is going.
So anyway, long story short, I pull over and catch it. Little bugger was only a little longer than my arm. I wish I could have taken a picture but there wasn't really a good opportunity to do so. My only real thought at the time was "I wanna touch it! But I don't want it to bite me!" After a few minutes of holding it I was like "So now what do I do with it?"
I had no interest in hurting it (and I didn't) but I didn't want to take it home or anything either. So I let it go and it disappeared into some nearby woods. Those things are surprisingly fast on land!!
So... That was a really neat experience.
The older i get the more i understand why some people become obsessed with privacy, not because they’re hiding something, but because being constantly perceived starts to feel spiritually exhausting.
Did you know that soda machines at restaurants and movie theaters spy on you? That most common new cars now record your sexual preferences and send it to the manufacturer (and also data about anyone who also gets in your car, walks by your car, and maybe happens to be within visual range of your car)? That grocery stores are trying to force customers to download an app to scan barcodes on shelves instead of putting up prices, so the app can scan the phone, decide how much that customer should be squeezed for, and adjust the price? That more and more innocent people are being sent to jail for crimes committed hundreds of miles away because an AI facial recognition algorithm spit their faces out and the cops didn't bother to do the most basic of checks?
I am not uptight about privacy because I'm hiding something. I'm uptight about it because the people who dismiss my right to privacy are dangerous to you and me and our families, personally, all the time.
And often, they are assholes, too.
"I don't need privacy because I'm doing something wrong, but because YOU are."
So.... Something is wrong with this picture, but I just can't put my finger on what it is....
It has been raining off and on pretty much all month and I have to admit, I am LOVING IT!!!
The humidity kinda sucks and makes everything sticky, but the sound of the rain falling, the rumble of the thunder, the cold gusts I occasionally get hit with, it's all so god damn relaxing I keep nodding off.
I just wish it would quit making my grass grow so fast. For one, I HATE mowing the lawn. And two, I can't mow when the ground is wet. So I'm surrounded by an amazonian rain forest right now.
Other than that..... It's REALLY been pretty nice!!! Can I get this for July as well and avoid that whole heat wave altogether?!!
im just so happy i live in a time period where actual meaningful biological transition is possible. even if we lose rights or the ability to exist in public, nothing can turn back the clock on that, and just by having any sort of access to that our lives are made immensely better. millions of our sisters throughout history would never have dreamed of a day where they could have what HRT does for us.
please don't lose the plot of this. if you're a trans person on HRT you're a living miracle, the dream of hundreds of millions of your ancestors. your lives are all deeply meaningful no matter what anyone says.
A prayer by Kalonymus b. Kalonymus ben Meir that appears in his poem ספר אבן בוחן, יג Sefer Even Boḥan (§13), describing the author's wish t
Cursed be the one who announced to my father: “It’s a boy!"... ...How could he twist the course of the stars so much? How could he have erred so in his astrology? A lying tongue, a fool’s mouth it had given him For he foolishly transformed justice to poison He altered the law and transposed the lines
Oh, but had the artisan who made me created me instead – a worthy woman... ...I would say "how lucky am I"
Father in heaven who did miracles for our ancestors with fire and water... ...Who would then transform me from a man to woman? Were I only to have merited this being so graced by goodness...
What shall I say? why cry or be bitter? If my father in heaven has decreed upon me and has maimed me with an immutable deformity then I do not wish to remove it. the sorrow of the impossible is a human pain that nothing will cure and for which no comfort can be found. So, I will bear and suffer until I die and wither in the ground. Since I have learned from our tradition that we bless both, the good and the bitter I will bless in a voice hushed and weak: blessed are you [HaShem] who has not made me a woman.
I think I'm gonna go lay down for a little while.
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I know we're a few weeks in, but I was just reminded that June is Men's Mental Health Awareness Month.
We're all nuts. We're all broken. But men in general are told they're not allowed to complain about the struggles they face if they're serious. They can't cry outside of funerals or they're weak. Can't talk about their struggles or they aren't MAN enough. They need to "grow some balls" "man up" "Get over it, Nancy-boy"
Maybe that's why so many of them are trying to become women now.
That said, you are not a failed man if you have mental illness. Your struggles may be invisible and ignored most of the time, but they're not invalid.
If you need help, find it.
If you want Pride in something, let it be taking care of your own well being.
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