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Sometimes, like the horse in the picture. People carry wounds in silence. They bleed internally from the actions of others, harsh words, neglect insensitivity. Yet they never spoke up They smile, serve love and show up while hurting quietly inside. Like the rider... Many of us go about life unaware of the pain we inflict. Not out of cruelty, simple because we fail to notice. we fail to check. We assume all is wel Not everyone who is quite is okay and not every wound bleeds outward Don't be to focused on vour own path that you forget the pain you're causing on those walking beside yoU Leave a mark in someone's life , but make sure it's not a scar May we never be the reason for someone's hidden scars and tears

So when your friends die because their cocaine contains fentanyl & killed 4-20 of your best friends in a year; then you complain about the attacks. Unless it is 90-99 % pure, it does not be on the street or distributed! Cocaine, Herion, & PCP must be pure of the same strength so you pay for what you are supposed to; get the true formula & have it last for days or weeks when you are in the mode to do it. Not get garbage to let you down & you spend all or your$ to never get what you hit 2 years ago! I can say that the drug dealers made me quit 30 years ago & I am glad I said that as I have stuck to staying away because the 89’s you got real & there is no real in the US now including Rx antibiotics that give you uncontrollable diarrhea & caused me to quit! Best decision in my life! Changed my crazy friends & my life changed for the better! Addiction is an issue but if you can’t get the strength that you remembered, it causes issues. I just wish they offered low income programs

I don’t hear your voices. It’s just a voice in my head sometimes it tells me things that make me upset hurts my heart and I know it’s gonna be OK. There’s part of my brain. It says have anxiety attack all day long. I have anxiety attacks and I’m gonna be OK but at that time at that minute I feel like I’m dying. I just got out of the hospital. All my blood work come back normal. CAT scans are good. Only thing that ain’t good is my lungs. I caught myself I was getting ready to cuss and I need some prayers. I’m trying to stop smoking a vape and I need some prayers. I need a lot of prayers.

PART ONE OF TWO The Faces of Grief If you have just suffered a major loss, you have probably begun the emotional roller coaster ride of feeling your own grief. Your grief—which descends on you as overwhelming feelings of loss—can reveal itself through several faces that can leave you suffering in any number of ways. Here are a few. Suffering a major loss can leave you with a broken heart. When you say you are heartbroken, you may be using a metaphor, but what you are experiencing is real suffering and grief. Heartbreak over a major loss causes excruciating pain. Overwhelming grief can make it hard to breathe. It can leave you physically and emotionally exhausted. Suffering a major loss can leave you struggling spiritually with a lot of unanswered questions. Major losses usually make no sense—the loss of a home caused by fire, natural disasters, the divorce between two people who once loved each other, the death of a loved one, or a global tragedy like the coronavirus pandemic of 2020 that brought financial disaster, uncertainty, and loss to so many. It all seems so cruel, wrong, and unfair. You may even question where God is during all this. That’s a natural response. Tragic losses tend to cause fear and shake one’s faith. Suffering a major loss can leave you feeling lost, alone, and incomplete. Grieving a deep loss can also shake you at the very core of your being. Suffering a loss, especially the loss of a loved one, can make you feel that a part of you has been torn away. It can seem like your loss has left a hole in your heart. You may even feel a loss of identity, a sense of incompleteness, and the feeling that you are no longer a whole person. Emotionally disconnected, you may feel adrift, without an emotional anchor. Suffering a major loss can leave you deprived of emotional peace of mind. Grieving can cause emotional distress. Disheartened, you may feel an inward discontentment and frustration. You may find it difficult to rest or sleep.

I am grateful for all things, both good and bad, small and great, normal and abnormal, but I'm tired. As an American I do not know where I belong or fit in this society and world. Financially, socially, morally especially as a black woman. Prayers seem far away and become more distant when things become worse and more difficult. Every day we are paying for sins from yesterday today and tomorrow. #2 Corinthians_12_9

Reality doesn’t care. It doesn’t pause when your nervous system is fried, when the serotonin is gone, when you’re shaking at 3 a.m. begging for one second of mercy that never comes. It doesn’t care that you cried until your eyes swelled shut, skipped meals, screamed into pillows, or told God “just let me stop breathing.” It will keep swinging—bills, betrayal, diagnosis, death of people you love—and do it casually, like flipping a light switch. No apology. No explanation. No refund. Everyone else is performing: filtered selfies at sunrise, “grateful” captions while dying inside, gym bodies, perfect marriages, six-figure side hustles. They post victory laps and hide the nights they stared at the same ceiling you did, wondering if another breath is worth it. Truth they bury under affirmations: Pain isn’t a detour—it’s the highway. Loss isn’t occasional—it’s baked in. Chaos isn’t a glitch—it’s the OS. Luck beats talent 9/10 times. Morality is luxury most can’t afford when rent’s due. Fairness is a fairy tale we tell kids so they sleep. If you wait for life to get fair, for people to be kind, for the universe to notice your pain—you’ll wait forever and die disappointed. But you can cheat the game. Not by manifesting rainbows. Not by pretending it’s easy. By staring into the void and deciding you’re more stubborn than it is. Log every hit: betrayal, failure, humiliation. Feel the full weight—then stand anyway. Reframe shame as intel: every scar shows what not to let happen again. Visualize the version of you that doesn’t flinch, doesn’t beg, doesn’t fold. Then take one microscopic, spiteful action. One breath. One push-up. One sentence. One “no.” Right now. Not tomorrow. Not when you’re “ready.” Because delay = surrender. The system is rigged. The deck is stacked. The house always wins—until you stop playing by its rules. Become the glitch. The error code. The variable it can’t predict. Get up.

Ok , we need to have a serious conversation, about not being so serious. As of 2026 global average life expectancy is approximately 73.8 years. If you figure , using 18 as the age of responsibility, that means for 55 years you actually get to live life on your own terms, 55 years of stress , worry, anxiety, dwelling on the past. There’s a reason to be stressed, right? Well let’s talk about it,with the economy, government, job,bills,sickness,past trauma there’s a lot to be stressed about. Here is the kicker, most things we are stressed about either has nothing to do with us, or you can’t do anything about. Sit down and think it through, we all have bills, now you can cut cost , but still have bills, nothing you can do about that,gas prices are high,groceries high, government are idiots, boss is an ass, my mom made me take out the trash when I was a kid trauma etc etc. Here are the keys,do what you can do, bills will still be there tomorrow, the telephone call to creditors works wonders, government regulations are still going to not work in your favor,vote, that’s all you can do, boss is always going to be an ass, find one that isn’t , no one’s stuck in a job for life, trust me company will lay you off tomorrow without much care. Now the fun one, past trauma, you can’t turn back time, leave it where it belongs, there’s nothing you can do about that, you can’t control what others do, say, or act like, you can’t let people have that kind of power over you. Besides , your moving forward in life, not in reverse, let that shit off and sell the bags. I understand worry, and anxiety, I’m 56, worked my entire life, to be just above poverty, recently I was diagnosed with advanced pulmonary fibrosis, severe narcolepsy, and had a work accident that left the use of only my left hand, I’m on disability and make 1800 a month, and the state believes I make to much money for food benefits. Stress huh, guess what,nothing I can do about it,moving forward with what I’ve got

OPINION I got 3 different bills for the same ER visit. The US healthcare system is a joke. 3 hrs ago Mindscape Mindscape user • @locationo_a1450 • 375 followers Community Voice Follow https://img.particlenews.com/image.php?url=0OcH9v_19ggckeC00 Photo byDenny Last year, I got hit with a vicious stomach bug—uncontrollable diarrhea, a 103-degree fever, and severe dehydration. I dragged myself to the ER at 2 AM. They hooked me up to a couple bags of IV fluids, gave me a bunch of meds, and sent me home to "wait for the bill." Bill #1 arrived: $7,570. For diarrhea and saltwater. I was panicking, but a friend told me to run the statement through an app called Billguard. I scanned it, and the app immediately flagged the BS—they coded my visit as a Level 5 (life-threatening trauma) and charged insane markups on basic meds. Armed with the app's breakdown, I called billing, argued the specific codes, and pointed out the overcharges. They gave me the classic, "We’ll review your account." Weeks later, Bill #2 arrives: $5,050. Better, but still a total scam. I scanned it again. The app pointed out that they still left duplicate facility fees on there. I called back, read off the new proof, and fought them again. They said, "Let us check into that," and then... radio silence. Months went by. Finally, Bill #3 showed up in the mail for just over $1,000. It seemed close enough to reality, so I just paid it to be done with them. The US medical billing system is intentionally chaotic. They bank on you being too intimidated or tired to fight back. If you have crazy money, you can hire a professional medical billing advocate. But if you don't, just scan your bills with a tool like this and do the arguing yourself. It’s an exhausting, frustrating game, but forcing them to drop a bill by $6,500 proves that you should never pay the first number they send you.

PART ONE OF TWO Unresolved Grief Experiencing losses is a part of life. They should be expected, yet it is not easy to anticipate or cope with them. While such losses are inevitable in a fallen world, we seem unprepared to deal with them adequately. It seems we must find ways of coping with them even as we face them. You or someone you know may have recently experienced a loss—the loss of health, the loss of a friend or family member through death, the loss of a job, loss of a business, the loss of financial stability, a loss due to a divorce, or the loss of a home through a natural disaster. In each case, that loss, whether small or great, causes grief and pain. No one in their right mind wants to experience grief, but in this life, it is unavoidable. So, what do we do with the inevitable pain? For some, the tendency may be to overmedicate the hurt, rush through it, or try to ignore it by burying it deep inside. While the unaddressed pain may remain under the surface for a while, it will eventually come out and bring even greater pain in the future. If we do not grieve our losses in healthy and productive ways, we experience what is called “unresolved grief” or, sometimes, “complicated grief.” This kind of grief eats at our emotional and relational lives and can leave us perpetually empty and alone to the point where we feel unable to move forward in life. Many people feel the pain of their loss, yet because their grief is unresolved, they get stuck in it. Their grieving produces more pain, and rather than diminishing over time, it only worsens. A person with unresolved grief is unable to move forward into a “new normal” and robbed of the abundant life that’s described in John 10:10. Some time ago in a group session for those who had experienced a loss, participants were asked what they hoped they would get out of the meetings. One woman said: “I lost my husband several years ago and don’t know how to move forward.

Life doesn’t give easily It doesn’t pause when your nervous system is fried, when your serotonin is tanked, when your body is screaming for rest you can’t afford. It doesn’t care that you sobbed into your pillow until your eyes swelled shut, that you haven’t eaten real food in days, that you prayed, bargained, or cursed God for a single mercy that never came. Life will kick the ladder out while you’re climbing, steal the deal you bled for, let the person you trusted most slide the knife between your ribs with a smile, then watch your carefully built world burn to ash—and it won’t even blink. No apology. No explanation. No refund. And the worst part? Everyone else is performing. Filtered sunrise selfies at 6 a.m. “Grateful for another day” captions while they’re dying inside. Highlight reels of gym bodies, perfect marriages, six-figure side hustles. They post the victory lap and hide the nights they stared at the same ceiling you did, wondering if the next breath is worth the effort. Here’s the unfiltered truth they bury under affirmations: Pain isn’t a detour—it’s the highway. Loss isn’t occasional—it’s baked in. Chaos isn’t a glitch—it’s the operating system. Luck trumps talent 9 times out of 10. Morality is a luxury most people can’t afford when the rent’s due. Fairness is a fairy tale we tell children so they sleep at night. If you wait for life to get fair, for people to be kind, for the universe to notice your suffering—you will wait forever, and die disappointed. But you can still cheat the game. Not by pretending it’s easy. Not by manifesting rainbows. By staring straight into the void and deciding you’re more stubborn than it is. Acknowledge every hit: log the betrayal, the failure, the humiliation. Don’t sugarcoat it. Feel the full weight—then stand up anyway. Reframe shame as reconnaissance: every scar is intel on what not to let happen again. Visualize the version of you that doesn’t flinch, doesn’t beg, doesn’t fold—no matter how bad it gets.