2021.11.29 20:42 jorgyporjy Can’t connect to SoundCloud because the dialog box won’t expand
Can’t expand the dialog box for connecting/logging in with SoundCloud from Mac GarageBand.
Is there another way to connect? This has happened every time I try
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2021.11.29 20:42 Goggleman142 Got my new dark souls character
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2021.11.29 20:42 robxsteed My girlfriend in a fighting pose.
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2021.11.29 20:42 12nb34 You see? I don't want to panic anybody. I suggest we just wait and see. But if it's the DOOMMM Club, 50% of hunamity should consider themselves already dismissed. As far as DOOMMM Club is concerned, all these sheeple can continue their debate that being selfish is very smart out of the Microwave 😊
2021.11.29 20:42 CourtesyofCat [OC] [Art] Wanted to draw something wholesome, so I drew my husband and I's dnd characters with some holiday getup!
2021.11.29 20:42 stoolsample2 Jones wants Sandy Hook 'hoax' case jury to hear his defenses
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2021.11.29 20:42 Correct_Push9739 Tanks For Playing
2021.11.29 20:42 Emotional-Truck-2310 Wow…. There’s a bin right there!!! 🤣
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2021.11.29 20:42 NewsElfForEnterprise The Gucci family and Tom Ford aren't big fans of the 'House of Gucci' movie
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2021.11.29 20:42 zlauhb Ok so the relationship started way to fast
Ok so the relationship started way to fast we moved in together in the first two weeks she hide the fact that she didn’t like to drink I did not I’m not an alcoholic but I do drink to excess so what if we started fighting over that she didn’t like it she started bring it up more and more often we’re fighting over stupid little things I used to I try to avoid fights so I used to walk away from room to room when she’s screaming at me I would lock myself in the bathroom pretend I’m taking a shit and she keep going until I would snap until I start streaming back so one day that happened and I decided fuck it I’m going out I’m gonna go drink with some Friends but earlier in the day she took my phone and found tax with another girl because I was unhappy and I know that’s not the way to go about it but it is what it is so no she took the key off my key ring so I went out drinking with a friend when I came home I was hammered and I told her open the fucking door or I’m gonna kick it off the hinges which I wasn’t going to do because I’m not about breaking my own shit but it was just said out of anger right so she called the cops on me so I sat on the porch and I waited for them they showed up and I thought I told him what happened not a big deal or at least I didn’t think it was but they told me OK well you’re not fucker you can’t go back inside we’re going to bring you to a hotel and they brought me in just to grab some clothes so I’m already drunk so I walked over to the fridge and I said fuck it I opened it up I grabbed a beer I open the can and I smashed it in one drink in the cops on you can’t do that and I said what I can’t have a beer in my own fucking house it’s whatever I’m doing it so then I decided to say fuck it I crushed it in one drink put it on the counter and I said fuck it I open the fridge again and I grabbed another one I smashed it to and the cop Saul are you fucking done and I’m like yes I guess I am then they brought me to a hotel but they left me in the car and I didn’t think it was a big deal to start fucking around because I was drunk so I grab the radio and I’m like breaker breaker 212 blah blah and two minutes later like six cops pulled in their fucking guns drawn pretty much cops freaking out at me are you fucking stupid so if somebody gets a radio they think it’s because were injured or dead or you we could charge you right now blah blah blah and fucking pretty much gave me a slap and threw me in the hotel
Edit sorry about the mistakes and the lack of punctuation I used the mic. Was way to long to type on a phone
Edit 2 this was under the wrong comment it was meant for a question somebody had about drama and I said a different relationship this never happened with her I loved her with all my heart I only started drinking to excess after she left me
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2021.11.29 20:42 youngvlone My fellow kings I Need karma 👑
2021.11.29 20:42 Apisal How do you feel about the new tinker now?
2021.11.29 20:42 throwaway3271815 20m please be honest
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2021.11.29 20:42 Large-Definition6587 Can you put herbs into gel caps and eat them?
Asking mainly for mugwort/calea Z because they are far too disgusting to drink in tea. I thought I was brave enough to do it but ended up puking out everything I had eaten that day. And smoking it is extremely harsh in my experience. Would they have the same potency if just straight up eaten in capsules?
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2021.11.29 20:42 OilIsARedditorNow The Castoux Region!
2021.11.29 20:42 CarrawayLights They literally iced Asher out in S4/5.
First Michaela cheats on him. Then he is the only one that isn't let into the class by Annalise. He has completely lost himself. He isn't in the run to win the tuition that he needs most out of all the characters. The whole gang and Oliver move into the big house, he moves into Weses old apartment.
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2021.11.29 20:42 silverladder 10 Years Sober Today - My Story
I was awakened by the sound of someone screaming.
I couldn’t make out the words, but I didn’t need to. The sound was unnerving enough without knowing what was being said. As I opened my eyes and adjusted to my surroundings, I was reminded once again where I was: jail. Suddenly, the sights, sounds, and yes, smells, came flooding back in to my head. With them came the cold reality of where I was, who I had become, and where my life had ended up.
If being regularly jolted awake by the tormented screams of inmates in neighboring cells wasn’t bad enough, there was the fact that I was sharing a cell designed for a single inmate with three other people. We were crowded four deep in a tiny cell, and there was no escaping the smell. To call it unpleasant would be putting it lightly. It was overpowering.
As my eyes adjusted to the light, I looked at the bottom of the bunk above me. On it was a hurricane of words… angry, unstable words, scratched into the metal bed frame by those who had been there before me. The words sounded a lot like the things that many of the people around me uttered every day. This was an insane place, and for the time being, it was home.
In that moment, my mind jumped back once again to the decisions that had brought me here, and the people who had been hurt because of my choices. I said to myself, “You had so many loving people in your life, but this time you’ve lost them. You had every good thing that anyone could ask for, and you threw it all away because of your actions.” I thought about the person I had become and the downward spiral I had traveled for so long. I thought to myself, “How did I get here?”
I got started down the road to substance use in middle school for a few reasons. I was a scared, awkward kid who desperately wanted to be liked, but didn’t quite fit the mold that everyone else was in. I was definitely different, and not always in a way that was seen as good. I wasn’t even remotely comfortable in my own skin. So I thought I’d win my peers’ approval and acceptance by drinking. In addition to that, I was curious to see what it was like. Finally, there were some people I looked up to who had substance use issues of their own, and they seemed completely happy and successful. So, while I had been told about the dangers of drugs and alcohol, what I had seen conveyed a very different message.
The first time I drank, one of the worst things that could have possibly happened did happen: nothing. I don’t mean that the alcohol didn’t affect me. I mean that there weren’t any immediate consequences, at least that I could notice. After having been told what drugs and alcohol would do to me, I was anticipating some kind of instant lightning bolt of consequence. When nothing seemed to go wrong, I thought, “There’s no price to pay for this. I just did it and I’m fine. The world didn’t end. They lied to me about this.” I’ve since learned something very important about consequences. There is a consequence for every negative or unhealthy decision we make, but they don’t always happen immediately and we don’t always notice them right away. Sometimes they don’t become apparent until much later, and sometimes they chase you down the road years later.
I noticed that when I drank, everything seemed to get better. My pain seemed to go away. I was dealing with bullying and feeling very out of place in junior high, and when I drank, I quit feeling the sadness from that. It seemed to allow me to finally be comfortable in my own skin. I didn’t realize that the feeling was a lie. When I got into high school, alcohol was a lot easier to get, and I started using it as a way to deal with my problems. My alcohol use became much more frequent and I started drinking larger quantities. I didn’t realize how much worse I was making things for myself. None of it seemed like a big deal at the time. Alcohol then gave way to marijuana, nitrous oxide (Whip-Its), and some initial experimentation with prescription drugs.
By the time I was a freshman in college, I was using marijuana daily and drinking frequently. Later in college I got caught in the web of opiate painkillers after a friend with a prescription gave me some oxycodone. After I started on painkillers, the floodgates opened. The feeling from opiates was a step beyond alcohol in my quest to escape my pain, disintegrating relationship, and my growing dislike for myself. Somehow I miraculously made it through college with a decent GPA and managed to get my degree. I’m still not completely sure how I managed that.
Shortly after college, I got into ecstasy and cocaine. I developed a huge cocaine habit that eventually led me to getting into meth, once the cocaine ceased being effective. Right around the same time, my painkiller addiction led to heroin after it became impossible to get legitimate prescriptions and expensive to buy illicit opiate pharmaceuticals. Alcohol was there all along, in ridiculously excessive quantities. Eventually, I became willing to use just about any substance that happened to cross my path. When someone asked what my drug of choice was, I laughingly quoted the Alice in Chains song “Junkhead.” “What’s my drug of choice? Well, what have you got?”
My life was a mess. I lost jobs due to absenteeism, quit other jobs due to an inability to focus, and eventually stopped trying to get jobs. I drained a $10,000 bank account on my addiction. I had nothing to show for it but increasing health problems. There was alcohol poisoning. There were overdoses. There was one particular overdose involving a combination of cocaine, meth, alcohol, and fentanyl (a powerful synthetic opioid) that was absolutely hellish and insane. To this day, it surprises me that I made it through that one. My behavior was erratic and I became angry and unpredictable. At one point, coke and meth made me a 130lb skeleton. At a later point, alcohol made me a 215lb slug.
This went on for years. I lost my 20’s and the better part of my 30’s. I wanted to stop but was so caught up in it all. I was making all kinds of bad decisions. I’m responsible for my own choices, but addiction and the damaged thinking that comes with it makes it a whole lot easier to make bad choices. Eventually I was no longer using to feel good, but to not feel horrible. I was drinking and using purely out of addiction and the need to avoid withdrawal. Guilt and shame kept me running back to drugs and alcohol, which led to behavior that caused me guilt and shame. It was an endless cycle.
I ended up jobless for a long time, and thousands of dollars in debt. My thinking and brain chemistry were so overwhelmed by the substances to which I was a slave. I came to a point where I hated myself and said, “I’m never coming back from this. I’ve done too much damage. I’m going to ride this train until it crashes.” The last night I drank and used, I went on a rampage. I hurt people who didn’t deserve it, smashed up my own house, and eventually attempted to end my own life. I was arrested and charged with multiple felonies. If I had been convicted of everything I was charged with, I was looking at the possibility of a doing few years in the Arizona Department of Corrections.
That’s what led to me serving time in Durango Jail, part of Sheriff Joe Arpaio’s notorious Maricopa County Jail system. While in jail, I went through hellish withdrawals. The extent of the jail’s acknowledgement of my withdrawal consisted of giving me a bottom bunk, so I would be less likely to get a concussion if my withdrawals led to a seizure that ended up with me falling out of bed. I suffered horrible insomnia and only managed to occasionally sleep for about 15 minutes at a time. It was less like sleeping and more like passing out. I genuinely felt like I was going insane. I went through a combination of the worst physical, mental, emotional, and spiritual pain I’ve ever felt. I genuinely believed that I had lost everyone and everything I loved and cared about. I found myself at a nearly unbearable low point.
I became willing to do anything to repair the damage I had done, but wasn’t sure that such repair would even be possible. While in the midst of this, I somehow found a tiny bit of sanity, which allowed me to make myself a promise to make my faith, my family, and my sobriety my priorities. A fellow inmate named Troy gave me a Bible, which I started reading. It was a welcome escape and was the only thing that gave me any kind of hope in those moments. I latched on to that Higher Power and never let go.
I eventually bailed out while my case was pending, and I moved into a place called the Phoenix Dream Center. It’s a live-in facility where people who have had substance use issues, people who have been in jail and prison, people who have been homeless, former gang members, and victims of human trafficking can move in and get their lives back together. A lot of good growth and healing started for me there, but it wasn’t easy.
In a lot of ways, the Dream Center is harder than jail. Our days started at 4 a.m. and ended at 11 p.m. Every moment was scheduled for us and included intense morning workouts (run by a former pro rugby star), classes, janitorial work, maintenance work, labor, homeless outreach, church, etc. We were run ragged, but the discipline, structure, and purpose were what I (and the others there) needed as part of a successful recovery.
While in the Dream Center, I poured myself back into my faith, which remains a key component of my recovery today. I started communicating again, instead of trying to run from my problems. I made exercise and nutrition a big part of my life. I started creating art and writing again. I started to laugh again. I gained back my self-respect and others’ trust. As a result of the changes that began there, I was able to restore my marriage; something I hoped would happen but didn’t know was possible.
In court, the prosecutor was seeking 90 days of jail time for me, and the Probation Presentence Writer wanted me to do six months. I didn’t want either to happen, as they could delay the good work that had begun in my marriage, and in my growth as a person. I accepted a plea deal. Based on what I said and others said at my sentencing, the judge said that he didn’t see any benefit to me serving additional time. To this day, I am grateful he listened to me and to the others who spoke. I was sentenced to two years supervised probation. I was assigned 46 weeks of one type of counseling and 15 weeks of another. I was given a permanent (“designated”) felony and lost my rights as an American citizen. I paid thousands of dollars in court fines and fees. I was given a 10 p.m. curfew. I was randomly drug tested.
Under really interesting circumstances, I ran into a guy who overheard part of my story and told me I should apply to be a substance use Peer Educator at a local prevention nonprofit called notMYkid. I did. In January of 2013, I started there as a part-time youth Peer Educator and worked as hard as I could. I spoke in schools across Arizona, sharing the experience and knowledge I learned during my journey with students in 6th through 12th grade. I decided to be as open and honest as I could about my past in order to help prevent others from taking the same path. I did everything I was asked to do and took on additional duties. I was relentless and determined in my efforts. Within the first three months, they made me full time. Four months later, I was given a staff position, and became the organization’s first Communications Coordinator.
I was then promoted to Manager of Parent and Faculty Education for the organization and eventually became a Prevention Specialist. I research several behavioral health topics and create presentations for parents, school faculty members, after school program mentors, and camp counselors. I have also recruited, hired, trained, and managed several Parent and Faculty Educators, who are primarily behavioral health professionals and current or former law enforcement officers. I do student/youth presentations on substance use, bullying, and a combination topic of depression, self-injury, and suicide. I do parent and faculty presentations on substance use, bullying, depression/self-injury/suicide, prescription drug misuse, and Internet safety. I also do TV, radio, web, and print interviews as the organization’s representative. I’ve done approximately 80 interviews in the last few years, including live TV appearances in New York, Boston, Dallas, Denver, and Kansas City. Those interviews have included the “Today” show, “Good Day New York,” “Kansas City Live,” NECN Boston, and WFAA Dallas.
I currently travel around Arizona doing speaking engagements, sharing my personal story intertwined with teachable keys to behavioral health. I’ve had the opportunity to share my story with students and government officials in Boston, students and parents in California, and parents in Kansas City. I’ve spoken to groups as small as five people and as large as 1,000. I’ve done as many as seven one-hour presentations back-to-back. I’ve had the chance to address the Pinal County Drug Court, sharing my story and thoughts on the way government and the courts view addiction. I’ve presented at Grand Canyon University, Arizona State University, Paradise Valley Community College, and a number of corporations, Including American Express, Cox, Intel, and Insight. As of November 2021, I’ve done over 600 presentations to an audience of over 150,000 people at more than 200 different venues. Approximately half of my presentations have been given to youth, and the other half to adults.
I also had the opportunity to do interviews for a historic documentary called “Hooked: Tracking Heroin’s Hold on Arizona,” which was simulcast on every TV station (and most radio stations) in Arizona on January 13th, 2015. Additionally, I was appointed to the Recovery and Response Subcommittee responsible for developing, staffing, and overseeing the crisis line phone bank taking calls during and after the airing of the documentary. I also served on the Recovery and Response Subcommittee tasked with overseeing the crisis line response for the sequel documentary called “Hooked Rx,” which aired in early 2017.
In October of 2015, I had the chance to become an ASIST (Applied Suicide Intervention Skills Training) trainer. As a registered trainer, I now have the honor of facilitating two-day suicide intervention workshops, and teaching genuinely lifesaving intervention skills to people around the state of Arizona. It has allowed me to combine my personal experience with the topic, and my passion for helping others, with the well-designed material that has become the industry standard (crisis lines, military, fire departments, police departments) for suicide intervention. I have since used my experience and training to help multiple different people who were struggling with thoughts of suicide. The opportunity has been nothing short of a blessing.
Five years ago, I was made co-facilitator on an early intervention program for preteens and teens dealing with mild to moderate substance use issues. About a year into my time with the program, I was made lead facilitator. I now manage the program and continue to facilitate multiple monthly groups in Scottsdale and Tempe. It’s an incredibly positive, non-shaming, non-punitive, educational and inspirational program that has helped hundreds of local families not only get their teens back on a healthy path, but learn to communicate with one another in an intentional, proactive, and respectful way. I get to see families, who sometimes aren’t even speaking to one another at the beginning of the first session, reconnect with one another and rise above the issues that have been challenging them.
In September of 2019, I had the opportunity to begin hosting and producing a weekly podcast called “Win This Year.” The show is focused on prevention, mental health, behavioral health, parenting, and other related topics, and our target audience is primarily parents, grandparents, guardians, and those who work with youth. My goal for the show is to be interesting, informative, and inspiring. I feel like we’ve managed to do that so far. Look for the show on Apple Podcasts, Google Podcasts, Spotify, Amazon Alexa/TuneIn, Stitcher, IHeartRadio, and most mainstream podcast outlets.
Most importantly, sobriety has allowed me the opportunity to become the type of husband I should have been all along and has given me the chance to be a very good dad to an amazing daughter who was born shortly after my one-year sober date. I give thanks every day for the fact that I got clean and sober before having a child. I owe it to her and my wife to have my act together. Every moment with my daughter is a gift that I never thought I would get. If you had told me when I was in jail that my life would be like this right now, I wouldn’t have believed you though I would have desperately wanted to.
I’m thankful for every chance I get to help other people, to let individuals who are struggling know that they’re not alone, and to destroy the stigma and stereotypes surrounding addiction and recovery. I take every opportunity I get to help people understand that addiction is not a failure of morality, but a behavioral health issue.
If you are struggling, please speak up. Find a trusted, caring, non-judgmental, willing, and ready person and let them know what’s going on. Things can get better, but not until you make the choice to change and move forward. Get connected with local professional resources that can assist you in your recovery. If the situation calls for it, detox correctly and go through residential treatment. If not, consider an intensive outpatient program, or at least 12-step meetings.
Find what works for you, and do it. Surround yourself with positive and caring people who are mentally, physically, emotionally, and spiritually healthy. Create a support network. Fill your phone with the phone numbers of those on whom you can call when you’re struggling– even if it’s two in the morning. Practice intentional and consistent self-care that includes healthy coping skills and positive outlets. It’s not enough to just NOT use drugs and alcohol, but it’s important to figure out what to replace them with. For me, that includes things like music, writing, art, exercise, hiking, serving others, laughter, meeting new people, and experiencing new things. Find your recipe for success and then make a point to put those pieces in place every single day.
November 29th, 2021 marks nine years of sobriety for me. I’m grateful to even be alive and amazed at the wonderful opportunities I’ve been given. Every morning when I wake up, I give thanks for the tremendous amount of grace I’ve been shown. I’m astounded at how much my life has managed to change for the better in that short amount of time. It makes me excited to see what’s next.
Thank you for taking the time to allow me to share my story with you. I hope it benefits you in some way.
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2021.11.29 20:42 SelfHarmSam POV: Your moving a bunch of EVGA 30 series cards and someone gets onto your truck
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2021.11.29 20:42 Mozziebag hmmm
2021.11.29 20:42 fcatstaples Help! Made a gun deal on facebook in exchange for Home Depot store credit and I can't redeem the credit! Should I report the gun stolen?
A month ago I bought a Glock as my first gun along with 1000 9mm Rounds. Soon after, I found out I'm moving to a state that has a high-capacity magazine ban, so I'm thinking of just buying two 10 round mags, and selling my 3 stock magazines (one 17, and two 19 round mags) for like $50 total to make up for it. I'm also trying to sell some of my 9MM Ammunition for like $30 for a box of 50 rounds, as I've only shot half of the 1000 round case I bought.
Anyways, the house I'm buying needs some work and someone on FB marketplace had a home depot gift card for $750. We worked out a trade for my glock and ammo in exchange for the gift card, even swap.
Today, I go into Home Depot and it's not a gift card - it's a STORE CREDIT. Which means the original person it was issued to needs to be present. I can't use it! I tried messaging the guy back on Facebook Marketplace, but he's not responding to me. The local police and the ATF won't help me saying it's a civil matter.
Should I just report my gun stolen?
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2021.11.29 20:42 HeArti221 Living With Temptation 1 With Gameplay REPACKLAB
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2021.11.29 20:42 Merlinlover69 TRADING AWAY A JALTER ACCOUNT! | Early game account, several SRs and SSRs, decents mats. Progressed until Babylonia. LF: Equal Account, SQ Account, or a beginner acc with Scathach. PM me for more info!
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2021.11.29 20:42 funnycolorsman92 [USA-CT][H] EVGA FTW3 GTX 1080 [W] Paypal, Local cash
Moving soon and upgraded my old pc, just trying to sell this card. Comes with original box and packaging. PM before DM'ing please.
Looking to get 450 shipped, or 425 local (35min from NYC).
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2021.11.29 20:42 yayitshellen California girlz
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2021.11.29 20:42 ModeratorForLeaks 2meirl4meirl
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