A few months ago, I was going through severe anxiety and went to see my GP. It turned out that I had type 2 diabetes with severe insulin resistance. My fasting blood glucose was 26.7 mmol/L. For context, I'm just 28. Multiple organs were underperforming, and my kidneys were close to shutting down. My skin was coarse like a fine grain sandpaper, developed acanthosis, and nearly bald. They immediately started rescue therapy.

I responded fairly to the treatment. After thousands of pills, and hundreds of blood tests, today I had my first episode of hypoglycaemia. I checked my blood glucose, and it was 6.3 mmol/L. Finally, we won...maybe.

she must have pressed call instead of text and then just waited. the voicemail is three minutes and forty seconds of her singing something quietly to herself that i don't fully recognize, a bit of something from a show she watches and then something that might be original, it's hard to tell.

she doesn't know i have it. she doesn't know i play it sometimes when the day has been hard. she was just a kid sitting with a phone waiting for her dad, filling the waiting with a song the way children do without thinking about whether anyone is listening.

the vets loved her alot and said she was a good cat, and that she behaved well

We're not an emotionally expressive family. we love each other obviously but we don't say it unprompted. phone calls have always been for logistics.

I called him yesterdat with absolutely nothing to report. said i was just thinking about him and wanted to chat. there was a brief pause where i could tell he was checking internally if something was wrong and then he relaxed and we just talked.

He told me about a documentary he'd watched. i told him about something funny that happened at work. we talked about his garden and a book he's reading and nothing mattered and all of it mattered and when we hung up i sat with the warmth of it for the rest of the evening. Heart is so full tbh.

Context, he is not a note writer. he is not a grand gesture person. he is steady and reliable and shows love by doing things quietly without drawing attention to the doing.

Opened my lunch at my desk and the note was folded under my sandwich. Simple I love you note. 15 years and I still fold. Love him so much!

It sounds like a tiny thing, but for the past six months or so, brewing coffee in the morning has been my sacred quiet time before jumping into a chaotic workday of digital ad testing and client messages. I’ve slowly been experimenting with different bean origins, grind sizes, and water temperatures, mostly treating it as a fun and grounding hobby.

I think I finally figured out the exact sweet spot this morning. I went with a slightly finer medium grind to cut down on that harsh bitterness, kept my water just off the boil so it wouldn't scorch the grounds, and actually weighed out my water to hit a clean one-to-sixteen ratio. Giving it a full 45 seconds to bloom first made a huge difference too.

The morning was rainy and I wasn't feeling super motivated for work, so taking my time with the pour-over was really nice. I just sat on the couch while a tech podcast played quietly in the background.

When I took that first sip, it was genuinely perfect for my taste. It was smooth, and tasted so clean. I just sat there in silence for ten minutes enjoying the warmth of the mug, listening to the rain, and appreciating the quiet moment before opening my laptop. It was such a simple, cozy win, but it completely set the tone for my whole day and put a massive smile on my face.

My gf and I both 21 have been together for 4 years.

I have dealt with SA, mental health issues and more. She has stuck by my side and has never made me feel like a burden. She makes me want to get up in the morning even when it’s hard. We play games together, do crafts and go on long walks. She makes me feel so seen and happy.

Life isn’t easy, but as someone who thought I’d forever be alone and depressed, I can say there’s hope you can find your person.

Please don’t stop fighting my beauties, life is worth living.

I found this little box in my travels. Today I painted it as a gift for my daughter. I hope she likes it

Turns out, it was just the way the edge of my purple pillow was sitting on the vein in my arm when I lay on my stomach. *phew*

I put my other hand there to keep the pillow from sitting on the vein and *voila* no numb hand!

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Don't lose hope is the moral of the story! ❤️

I finally get to see my crush tomorrow, it’s been about three years since we’ve hung out. He’s had a lot of stuff going on these past few years, and we stopped talking for a while. I’ve known him for six years now, and we’ve only hung out twice. But this time, we’re going to a park near my house to sit and chill. We both love musicals, so we’re gonna sing a bunch of songs in his car and catch up on all the stuff in each other’s lives.

I REALLY like this guy a lot. He’s ridiculously cute, extremely funny, creative, charming, pretty much every good thing you can think of. I’ve had such deep feelings for him for the six years I’ve known him. He genuinely has the prettiest smile I’ve ever seen, and just hearing him talk over the phone makes my heart flutter.

He’s the most supportive person I’ve ever met. He never tears people down for anything. And he loves my singing. He’s always hyped me up about my voice. When I used to sing for him, I had no idea what I was doing and couldn’t project at all. But he still would support me. We were on a video call years ago and I stopped to sing a song that came on in my car. He muted his mic and just sat and watched me sing the whole song. I’ve been practicing for years and I can’t WAIT to show him how far I’ve come in this much time. I know we’re gonna love doing duets again, it’s been so long.

It doesn’t feel real that I get to see him tomorrow, it’s so hard for me to grasp cause I’m just so excited