Posts by Emily Gonzalez51

How long does it actually take for iron supplementation to bring hemoglobin levels back to a normal range? Is we talking one month, or two?

Perhaps if you focus on reducing that visceral fat just a little more, surgery might actually become unnecessary.😕

ruggedseal82 said:. I I'm constantly stuffing myself with dried fruit, chard, spinach, and beet greens, all while washing it down with nettle juice.

Furthermore, sesame seeds are an excellent source of iron.

Agriculture? What’s wrong with agriculture? You’re working directly with the land, which is perfectly fine by me. 👍
But look, if you’re even turning your nose up at that, for God's sake, just find a different career. Don't go trying to sell anything; if you want to start a private business, you really ought to have some actual experience under your belt instead of just recklessly blowing through an inheritance if things go south.

Jacob Myers85 said:Yeah, she was only 20... man, my heart just breaks for her. I mean, you have to assume the meds basically wrecked her system, since they were constantly swapping her out on different prescriptions and all that mess. Just awful.
I was reading some stuff online about how people with Alzheimer's deal with this too—something about certain cells in the brain getting totally wiped out or whatever. Honestly, I don't know the science behind it, I'm no expert.

Perhaps if we find a cure for Eisenhower, we can finally deal with that atrophy as well...

In principle, when you see a sudden weight gain of 65 pounds in just eighteen months, it's almost always a sign that your thyroid is malfunctioning.

I have no idea why he would even suggest that to you. Unless you’re actually dealing with specific issues down there, it’s none of his business. 🤷

Look, my take is that my aunt was studying this back when nutrition science was still in its infancy. There were definitely books being churned out by so-called "experts," but you have to wonder if they actually followed their own advice. And more importantly, how long did they even last? I’m confident that we're in a much better place regarding nutritional research today.

Look, my aunt spent her entire life obsessing over healthy eating. She was always thin, stuck to a vegetarian diet for the last decade, and even translated several nutrition books. Fast forward to now: she’s 75 and completely immobile after suffering a few minor strokes. My grandfather, on the other hand, was in much better shape at 90 than she is today, and he ate beef every single day. Clearly, there was a massive flaw in her dietary regime, especially considering how badly her cerebral arteries were damaged.

Look, given the fundamental biological differences between men and women, it should be incredibly simple to explain to him that he doesn't need a girlfriend living halfway across the country. He shouldn't even have to break a sweat making the point.🙄

Come on, let's go! 👋 👋

Try to remember that absolutely nobody is worth losing your cool over.

steelranger31 said:Just dropping a confession here for whoever feels like reading...
My whole life has been a wreck. My parents are honest, hardworking people who had it rough when they were younger... they had to deal with massive pressure from everyone around them back then. I guess that just pulled them closer together, because even after more than 20 years of marriage, they’re still super tight—like a little old couple you see out in public. My dad is an artist at heart, a real unique guy with major talent, while my mom is just blindly honest and incredibly positive. They probably saw me as their one bright spot during those tough times, both financially and everything else. But the truth is, I was way too much of a "good kid." I was so attached to my mom that I never actually learned how to stand up for myself, and my adult life turned into nothing but pure suffering, loneliness, chaos, and hate. As a kid, I used to write these poems for my parents' birthdays, filled with a million hearts and all the love in the world. I was always a weird kid, though—kind of off, with a warped view of things. I couldn't handle reality, and it started showing even in elementary school. I was just different, but in a really awkward, ugly way. I didn't fit in with the other kids... I wasn't a fighter; I just lived in my own little fantasy world. But that fantasy quickly turned into a horror movie. I remember being around 11 and feeling completely lost... a few of my childhood friends had already moved away from town.
I used to just wander around alone, counting my steps just to kill time... I was totally solo. And that’s when my intense love and devotion to my mother twisted into the worst, most toxic behavior. I have to say, my mom was pretty obsessive and sometimes hysterical, extremely worried about my health—especially my physical well-being. In elementary school, I dealt with every kind of bullying, verbal and physical... but what I hate most is that I was such a wimp that I just took it all quietly. The complexes started piling up, and I began acting a certain way to mask it, developing a totally broken personality. I don't even know why I'm writing this; I don't know what else to do. I'm not expecting anything to help me anymore. It just kept getting worse through high school, and I became more alienated, more unstable, and more depressed. When I was 15, I felt this crushing mental pain for the first time. I remember thinking if it didn't go away soon, I'd end it all. But it didn't go away, and I didn't do it... I didn't kill myself because I didn't think I was even capable or worthy of doing that. I stopped talking to my parents entirely. The stuff I went through—the injustice and the sheer senselessness of every moment—is indescribable; I wouldn't wish it on anyone. I completely retreated into myself, playing a part in public while feeling like a total idiot inside. I tanked in school; I went from being an honors student to a complete loser, an outcast that nobody wanted around. The guilt I feel for the pain and injustice I caused my parents because of my sick, sensitive, complexed-up, broken mind is horrific—it's one of the biggest reasons I wish I wasn't here. I lasted a year in college, but I failed there too and just gave up on everything, even while they were dropping huge amounts of money on me. By then, I was so far gone that I'd lost all my moral principles, and honestly, maybe I never even had any dignity to begin with. I know that even as a little kid, around 6 or 7, I felt less valuable than everyone else. Being part of a group was an impossible concept for me. Being social felt foreign, like something I just couldn't grasp. You could say I'm naturally antisocial, even though I've picked up some patterns over the years to function among people. But even today, I can't stop every little thing from hitting me hard. Anything can throw me off balance. Even comments from little kids or idiots get to me. Then I just suppress it in public because otherwise, I'd be cursing people out every single day... but once I'm home, I snap, just like a million times before. My mom tries to provoke me until I hit my breaking point, and then she starts threatening me with the police and whatever else. For years, I've intentionally made a fool of myself in social situations, trying to humiliate myself and everything I represent because I felt like I didn't deserve anything better. Because of how I act, I *don't* deserve it, and it's a vicious cycle. This injustice in the world is freaking killing me. People only see the consequences and then judge me with such attitude, acting like they couldn't have been hit by a different fate. This long-term loneliness and depression have caused my brain to lose all control. I've become a slave to my own intrusive thoughts, my complexes, and the fear that everyone is just waiting to humiliate me and succeed. I've grown to hate every person I've ever met because they hurt me, regardless of whether it's my fault or just shitty nature. Having a past like this is SO demotivating. I can't sleep at night; I stay up until dawn because I don't want to be alone with my thoughts. And even when I man up and try to fight it, I crumble like a house of cards. I'm fully aware of how beautiful life could be, in the small things and the simple daily routine.
I’m way too hyper-aware of every little thing. Every speck of dust gets under my skin, I’m constantly anxious, and I can't stop overthinking how every tiny move basically dictates my entire future. I’m trying so hard to stay focused on just being better—for myself and the people around me—but honestly? I have no clue how anyone else acts "normal." What does that even mean? Because looking at myself, I feel like we’re all just living in total chaos. I don't think anyone is actually stupid or incompetent; I think fear is just that loud. That voice telling you "you can't" is huge. But you *can*. I just want to be real, because the second I try to fake it, I totally fall apart and feel pathetic. I seriously cannot handle any kind of provocation, humiliation, or someone just picking on me. Just straight-up messing with me.
I don't know what to do or how to fix this. I don't even know if there's a diagnosis out there for me. Does anyone in the world actually have the answers? If they do, it feels like it would take forever unless they have some magic wand to just wave and make everything perfect again. Maybe someone will look at me and think, "Well, at least I don't have it as bad as them," and feel better about themselves. If not, whatever. Every single time I deal with people, it's just this sick tension and the fear that they're gonna try to tear me down—which they usually do once they smell weakness. It's been like this my whole life and I'm so damn done with it. I don't know if there's any way to protect myself from people other than just running away from everything I do. Most people have these automatic defense mechanisms built-in—they say things just to avoid being vulnerable or to strike first—but I'm stuck. I don't know what to do.

Why on earth are you taking these people so seriously? Most of them don't even have a clue why they exist or what they're doing here, so they lash out just because they're lost. Honestly, if you tried to show some empathy toward them—and yourself—you might find you aren't quite so thin-skinned. Why give them so much power over you?
Regardless, go see a therapist and talk it out. It’s always easier when you're speaking to someone who actually understands the weight of your issues.
My struggle is slightly different; I tend to take everyone far too seriously, and frankly, sometimes I don't even understand myself. I end up completely blindsided whenever I say something and realize someone took offense.

It can also signify sheer confusion. If someone suddenly finds themselves in a situation where they’re paralyzed by indecision and have no clue how you expect them to act, they might just stare at the floor while trying to pull themselves together.

I haven't read every single comment here, but a close friend of mine was raped. When she first reported the assault to the police, they sent her straight to a doctor who confirmed she had a mild concussion, several cracked ribs, bruising, and her hair had been violently pulled out—she even showed me the medical reports. In my view, you can't just convict someone for rape simply because someone decides to point a finger and say, "he did this to me."

brankica said:Fine!!!
What is the point of all this endless bickering over hyphens?
Doesn't everyone just have their own taste... which they ought to defend...👎

Well, my dad is tougher than yours.🙂