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At 13, she was doing cocaine in nightclub bathrooms. At 14, she legally divorced her own mother. This is the story of Drew Barrymore We all remember her as the wide-eved little girl from E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial. America's sweetheart at seven years old, But off-camera, her childhood was already over. Born into Hollywood rovalty, Drew inherited a legacy of addiction and dvsfunction. Her father vanished. Her mother, a struggling actress, saw Drew's fame as her own second chance She didn't protect her daughter She took her to Studio 54 at nine vears old By nine, Drew was drinking. By ten, smoking marijuana, By twelve, using cocaine. "I didn't have parents," Drew said. "I had enablers with checkbooks." By thirteen, she was a full-blown addict. That's when she was sent to a locked osychiatric institution for 18 months Most would see that as a punishment. Drew calls it what it was: "It saved my life." At fourteen, she made a stunning lega move: She emancipated herself from her mother. A fourteen-vear-old, living alone in L.A., legally responsible for herself Hollvwood wrote her off. A former child star with a public addiction historv? Studios wouldn't touch her. So she worked odd iobs. She auditioned endlessly. She refused to vanish. Her comeback started small. Then came 'The Wedding Singer' in 1998. America fell in love with her all over again--this time as a funny, warm, resilient adult. But Drew didn't ust want to act. She wanted control. At 20. she co-founded her own production company, Flower Films. By 2000, she was producing and starring in 'Charlie's Angels. She built an empire She transformed from a Hollywood cautionary tale into one of its most powerful women. "1 used to be the girl parents warned their kids about." she savs. "Now I'm the woman helpina them talk about it."She's been brutally honest about her past- the addiction, the institution, the fight to survive. She doesn't hide her story. She owns it. And that honesty is why pe

Lets pray Good morning, what a beautiful day Everything is going my way Theres so much to see and so much to do It takes a whole lifetime to become you. I'm thankful for my life, for my lessons and for my love Amen #PrayForBlessings ## #prayer #kindness #blessed #love #nrav

Addiction. It’s a process. There is no one step method for getting clean. Me, it was methadone, then suboxone, then sublucaid and now, nothing. It took a lot of time to get there but the biggest hurdle and when I knew I was good was being able to turn down offers from people. Before I would always say yes, as long as I wasn’t paying for it, I didn’t give a fuck. And it wasn’t people intending to get me hooked, just people using asking if I wanted any. There hardest thing about getting clean that no one prepares you for is being able to handle all the emotions that come roaring back after being numb which for me, was years. And me being a natural empath; not only were my emotions roaring back but also the energy of everyone’s emotions around me. It made me understand that was the reason I used in the first place. I was in straight emotional overload, constantly overwhelmed by the energy of other around me. We naturally think that because we are doing the right thing and living how we’re supposed to live (as if that deserves an award lol) that good things will happen and life doesn’t always work that way. We are not always in control of what we want or who we want and the minute that rejection or conflict arises, the first thought is “but I’m doing everything I am supposed to be doing. This is bullshit. Well, fuck it, I’ll go back to being what everyone already thinks I am.” THIS IS WRONG! You are doing everything you are supposed to do in order to be the best version of you, but more importantly, to have the emotional intelligence and energy needed to be able to handle the curveballs life throws at you. It’s being able to recognize opportunities when they arise, be in a position to help others and being accountable. Not just to yourself, but to others, which unfortunately accountability is becoming a forgotten word. And be honest with yourself and others for it’s the only way people will ever know how you truly feel is if your word means something. Rant over.

Business Experts Warn of Catastrophic Environmental Fallout From Iran War By Haley Zaremba, The war in Iran is sending shockwaves through global energy markets that will be felt for years to come. The conflict is causing the single biggest oil supply disruption in history, as the closure of the Strait of Hormuz has caused a nine-day disruption of 20 percent of the world’s oil transports, more-than doubling the previous record set during the Suez crisis of 1956. But the war and its energy market impacts represent much more than just economic chaos – they are also the harbingers of serious and lasting human and environmental impact across the region and the world. The United States and Israel have been targeting Iran’s energy infrastructure in their ongoing attacks, with disastrous results for local lands and people. Monitors have admitted that they are so overwhelmed by the scale and breadth of environmental impacts from the war that they are “struggling to keep track of the environmental disasters arising from the widening war” according to The Guardian. Explosions at oil storage facilities have left fires burning for days as a black rain has fallen over the capital city of Tehran as it chokes on noxious smoke. “To me, this black rain indicates toxic pollutants such as hydrocarbons, ultrafine particles known as PM2.5, and carcinogenic compounds called polycyclic aromatic hydrocarbons (PAHs) have made their way into the rain,” Gabriel da Silva, Associate Professor of Chemical Engineering at The University of Melbourne, recently wrote for The Conversation. He added that this rain would also include heavy metals and inorganic compounds from all of the buildings and other materials set ablaze by the strikes. The resulting acid rain could be catastrophic for human, animal, and environmental health,

The best things in life- Come in all sizes Ways, shapes and forms- What lovely surprises The imagination is a Wonderous Creation- Designed for intentions Magical, wholesome and BOLD- Be cautious of your choices? For there lies the rub- Be mindful, not forgetful Of those you truly love by, ig

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Yeah but not all areas give that kinda pay. Plus how do you measure the worth in pay comparing it to other jobs ? How much would you say your life is worth knowing that you’re risking it on every single call you get to save people you never have met at all? Complete strangers. Let us all know what other daily job has that sort of daily even hourly putting yourself in harms way to simply save a stranger. Doctors make High 6 figures and never one day worried that they may not make it through a shift. But yet we value first responders lives so lowly that we would even compare them to guys who pick up garbage or sit in some nice office on a computer. I think people don’t really understand till they themselves are in need of someone to come help them. Then that so called average pay that people think is respectable all of a sudden you would be willing to give everything you have if this person would just save your life or a loved one life. Think about that.

I’m a Christian. Not because the darkness left. Not because the cravings stopped or the shame stopped tasting like battery acid. Not because I woke up one morning “fixed” and never looked back. I’m a Christian because I’ve been to the floor so many times the tiles remember my shape — where the bottle, the screen, the needle, the hand that wasn’t mine became the only god that answered fast. Where I whispered “just one more time” like a prayer to something that only ever took. Where I told Jesus “You can keep Your grace — I’m not worth it and I don’t want to be.” And He didn’t argue. He just let the weight fall harder — until every escape route collapsed and the only thing left was the splintered wood He carried first. My Jesus doesn’t wait for sobriety streaks or clean sheets. He steps into the detox shakes, the 3 a.m. sweats, the mirror I can’t look at, and says “I already carried that. All of it. The nights you don’t remember. The mornings you wish you didn’t. The parts you hate most — I paid for them in full.” I still slip. I still wake with the beast pacing inside my ribs. I still hear the old voice say “you’ll never be free.” But the resurrection doesn’t ask for permission to override relapse. The tomb stayed empty. The grave lost its grip. Grace isn’t polite — it’s ruthless. It invades the cell you built, kicks down the door, drags your half-dead body into daylight, and commands it to stand even when every cell screams to stay down. If you’re reading this chained to the same cycle — high, hungover, hating yourself, convinced the hole is too deep — hear this: The cross was driven into worse addiction than yours and still broke every chain hell ever forged. I’m a Christian. Addicted. Ashamed. Adopted anyway. Because love didn’t negotiate with my demons. It crushed their skulls and took the keys.

I hope I can create positive posts versus hateful rhetoric. I found myself falling into that trap where all we do is answer each other with argumentative posts trying to prove who is right or wrong. So for my first post I’d like to ask what people are looking forward to in the next five years? Something unrelated to current affairs! Like hopes and dreams!