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Hey! I was diagnosed with Agoraphobia alongside other things (most importantly Complex Trauma, which has now been informally "upgraded" to DID), and I was wondering if my experience is familiar to other people as well, or if it might just be something else. I often struggle to leave the house, but I usually manage to do it sooner or later. I don't mind bringing out the rubbish (especially in the evening), which might be because I have a main door flat in a narrow close and don't need to sneak past other people to get outside. In the past, when I was spending time outside, I often ended up having the feeling that I don't want to go back home. This has become a lot ...

Hello. Forgive the long read but I am very confused and hoping there are some wise people who can help me. Every year I send my Christmas cards in the post via the Royal Mail using ordinary first (purple, previously gold) and second (green, previously blue) class UK stamps (well, the Christmas editions) to all corners of the UK and overseas to Australia, Hong Kong, Singapore, various European countries, and the Republic of Ireland. I have never used any kind of special or international stamps/postage, and all of my Christmas cards have always reached their intended recipients – for the best part of two decades, including last year, Christmas 2024. Fast forward to this week and when buyi...

# Chapter 2 : The Boy Who Refused to Bow to Fate # Amid the Hustle and Bustle(熙攘之間) # Book One: China in Lament **1** The coastal town of Mazong, surrounded by the sea on three sides, sat on a small peninsula just south of the Tropic of Cancer in Guangdong Province. Beyond the deep-blue waters, the land around the town was mostly sand. Only two kinds of plant managed to survive on those broad stretches of dunes: the screw pine—an introduced species from Malay with long leaves edged with small spines—and the bitter indigo, whose roots burrowed astonishingly deep. Scattered thinly across the sand, neither plant grew densely enough to form a real grove. When summer arrived, with...

Item Details: Round brilliant cut lab alexandrite 1.5ct set in 10k rose gold. Size 5.5. Bezel setting with cathedral, stacks flush with other rings. • ⁠Source: Cxsjeremy on AliExpress. Purchased $409 AUD. Ring selling for $594 AUD or $483 AUD including discounts on AliExpress. • ⁠Selling Price: $325 AUD + shipping if you are outside of Australia. I will pay for Australian shipping. • ⁠Shipping Cost & Method: In Australia - Aus post parcel post, with signature on delivery. Internationally - please DM me for a postage quote. • ⁠What is Included: ring box • ⁠Condition of the Item: good condition. Ring worn daily for a year and has minor scratches cons...

## The Most Brazen Public Asset Theft in Canadian History Is Happening Right Now—And They’re Counting on You Not Noticing Let me tell you a story about the biggest scam being run on Canadians right now. It’s not hidden in some shadowy backroom deal. It’s happening in broad daylight, with your tax dollars, involving an asset you’ve already paid for multiple times over. And when it’s done, you’ll pay again—this time to American corporations and private equity vultures who’ll charge you triple for worse service. I’m talking about Canada Post. And if you think this is just about stamps and parcels, you’re exactly where they want you. ## The Setup: Starve, Sabotage, Sell ...

“There is no map for the waters beneath the cypress, for they run deeper than the earth itself. What moves there is not life as we know it, but something vaster, older, unbound by our hours and seasons. The swamp is only its skin.” -Dee Dee Star Burns My name is Sophia Pembroke. I was fifteen in the summer of 1926, old enough to understand the tension in my parents’ voices when they thought we were asleep, but still young enough to believe the world’s darker corners could be explained by science or scripture. I was quite a silent girl, always in my mind. I would keep a journal, scribbling everything down as if writing might hold the world steady. I had never thought of my family as...

“There is no map for the waters beneath the cypress, for they run deeper than the earth itself. What moves there is not life as we know it, but something vaster, older, unbound by our hours and seasons. The swamp is only its skin.” -Dee Dee Star Burns My name is Sophia Pembroke. I was fifteen in the summer of 1926, old enough to understand the tension in my parents’ voices when they thought we were asleep, but still young enough to believe the world’s darker corners could be explained by science or scripture. I was quite a silent girl, always in my mind. I would keep a journal, scribbling everything down as if writing might hold the world steady. I had never thought of my family as...

“There is no map for the waters beneath the cypress, for they run deeper than the earth itself. What moves there is not life as we know it, but something vaster, older, unbound by our hours and seasons. The swamp is only its skin.” -Dee Dee Star Burns My name is Sophia Pembroke. I was fifteen in the summer of 1926, old enough to understand the tension in my parents’ voices when they thought we were asleep, but still young enough to believe the world’s darker corners could be explained by science or scripture. I was quite a silent girl, always in my mind. I would keep a journal, scribbling everything down as if writing might hold the world steady. I had never thought of my family as...

"There is no map for the waters beneath the cypress, for they run deeper than the earth itself. What moves there is not life as we know it, but something vaster, older, unbound by our hours and seasons. The swamp is only its skin.” -Dee Dee Star Burns My name is Sophia Pembroke. I was fifteen in the summer of 1926, old enough to understand the tension in my parents’ voices when they thought we were asleep, but still young enough to believe the world’s darker corners could be explained by science or scripture. I was quite a silent girl, always in my mind. I would keep a journal, scribbling everything down as if writing might hold the world steady. I had never thought of my family...

I placed a pickup (Location: Delhi ) for my order, which I wanted to send to my customer in , Punjab. On 22 September 2025, I initiated a pickup request, and the next day, the delivery boy picked it up from my house (I have CCTV footage as proof). The expected delivery date to the destination was 24 September, but it was not delivered. Then the delivery date was extended to 25 September, yet it wasn’t delivered on that day either. The same thing happened on the 26th, 27th, 28th, and so on but till date, it has still not been delivered. Seeing this situation, I filed a complaint through their app, but no action was taken. The next day, I filed another complaint again, no action. Then I req...

I’ve just inherited a collection, there’s quite a lot. I’m going through it and becoming more and more interested. Thought I’d share the collection so far incase anyone is interested or has any thoughts on where I should start! Help please 🙏 Trumpeter - Limited Edition - Baureihe 52 mit Steifrahmentender - 00210 / TRU00210 - (Boxed) (Never Used) Hornby - 5972 - Hogwarts Castle - Harry Potter & Chamber of Secrets - Engine & rails full set. 1 x Hornby Exeter Bullied Pacific - 21C101 / West Country Class (Green) / limited edition certificate 202537 with presentation box (Boxed) Corgi - CC99902 - Limited Edition Flying Scotsman & Tender - Boxed with Cer...

# Day 8 — Friday, 3 July 1885 (small offerings, sharper divisions, and sleep that does not heal) The morning after the mule’s disappearance, the bunkhouse seemed smaller. Fewer chairs were around the table; people ate faster. The men looked tenser, as if breakfast were a thing to get through between threats. Harris kept a coin clutched in his fist still. Miguel had not slept well and his face looked drawn. He placed a coin at the flank of the seam before his shift, fingers trembling. “For my abuela,” he said to no one. Elias watched it go with the displeasure of a man who mistrusts offerings but understands their urgency. Samuel and Reuben took shifts at the face, their youthful b...

**July 23, 1777. Fort Ticonderoga. New York - Vermont Border.** The fort squats upon the narrows like a red beast, its gun-ports for teeth command Lake Champlain by force.  Even so, wet moss climbs the ramparts as if set to reclaim the timbers back, plank by plank. Mosquitoes move about Ticonderoga in brigades and find a man’s neck however much he hides it.  I must admit, it is an awful place to be stationed. I set down my name here: Owen Bell, private of His Majesty’s 62nd. Since we claimed this post, my fingers have grown calloused from musket drills more than from penmanship. So excuse my writing. With me is Wilkes, my friend, square in frame and fond of sugar where he can sna...

\*\*\*Message for link to pics\*\*\* This is a unique property for unique Preppers with specific needs towards a homestead and partially self-sufficient living, without totally going off-grid, still living in civilization with amenities most city folks are used to. Let’s call it a great stepping stone towards going fully off grid to see if this lifestyle is for you, or not.   This **0.3-ish** acre property with 2 lots, in the heart of Pensacola, Fl offers a unique blend of ultra-modern, contemporary living with a homestead space while being in city limits and within 15-20 minutes from Airport, Beaches, Downtown and NAS base. Also within 5 minutes of Home Depot, Lowes, Walmart and oth...

**Independence, Missouri. April 14th.** **Preparing for the Trail.** Independence stands like a knot of raw timber at the edge of the prairie.  The town reaches the nose before the eye: beef fat, lamp oil, dung, wet wood, bacon smoke. After that, the racket. Wheels grind, teamsters bawl, a bell clangs from a shop, and behind it a preacher shouting about Babylon, hawking sin like it might be weighed and sold. My house struck company with the Albrights and the Dufresnes, reckoning that three houses fare better than one. Yet it is manners more than fondness that holds us. Their smiles purchase calmer nights, not friendship. I expect they keep the same thought about me. Still, I set thei...

# Monday, September 22nd **Housing Opportunities in Mixed Use Areas Virtual Info Session, 6:30-7:45pm (**[**link**](https://bellevuewa.gov/events/housing-opportunities-mixed-use-areas-public-information-session-4)**)**  # # Tuesday, September 23rd **City Council, 6pm (**[**link**](https://bellevue.legistar.com/MeetingDetail.aspx?ID=1273108&GUID=4671B6FB-7CCC-420C-B93B-799C759BAAC5&Options=info%7C&Search=)**)** Update on the Housing Accord Program run by Bellevue’s Conflict Resolution Center (BCRC) It is a voluntary landlord-tenant program that focuses on coaching and conciliation for landlord-tenant cases and training for property managers and other communi...

**From the Journal of Mr. Edmund Hale, late of Scotland Yard** *March, 1847. Port of Queenstown.* The morning rose pale and clean upon the harbor, a thin sun drawn through salt mist as if seen through gauze. Off the pier the Providence waited, her hull dark with a crooked appetite.  The crew were not yet ready to take us. We waited with our bundles and poor boxes, a multitude pressed in the damp like sheep against a gate. I counted heads by habit and ceased counting at two hundred.  Two lads lingered beside me, trading words in the quick clipped rhythm of Dublin. They are mine in a fashion, though it is I who depend on them. Brothers they are, Aidan and Seamus Quinn, both light in the ...

[\[Royal Road Fiction\]](https://www.royalroad.com/fiction/101348/hooves-and-whiskers) [\[First Chapter\]](https://www.reddit.com/r/redditserials/comments/1h1uvcm/hooves_and_whiskers_chapter_1/) [\[Previous Chapter\]](https://www.reddit.com/r/redditserials/comments/1mxfauo/hooves_and_whiskers_chapter_24_light_a_fire/) Althea and Phineas waited in the busy town square.  Plaska captains, the Riverwatch, and the postal order all had part in the public chaos occurring on the steps of city hall.  The postal vicar was screaming at the river guards’ commander, while the local Order Magister’s assistant chimed in to amplify their distaste.  The local stadtholder’s courtier was attempting ...

1. mi = I / me 2. yu = you (singular) 3. li = he / she / it 4. nu = we 5. yall = you (plural) 6. dem = they / plural marker 7. di = the 8. a = a / an 9. go = go 10. vini = come 11. savé = know 12. yem = eat 13. drin = drink 14. slip = sleep 15. waka = walk 16. tok = talk / speak 17. shuf = see / look 18. bin = was / were / past 19. de = progressive (-ing) 20. don = completed / done 21. kã = can / ability 22. wata = water 23. kola = cold 24. fyã = fire 25. san = sun 26. luna = moon 27. stã = star 28. tɛr = earth / land 29. win = wind 30. ren = rain 31. swãp = swamp 32. blakwada = blackwater 33. mani = money 34. haws = h...

https://preview.redd.it/3op5ws2dqhnf1.png?width=1024&format=png&auto=webp&s=40f01d3e43c26523afc0f38405d45f2adfd77557 Bespoke architecture is more than a fashionable phrase — it’s a promise that your home, workplace, or public space will be thoughtfully designed around the way *you* move, breathe, work, rest and connect. At its core, bespoke architecture replaces one-size-fits-all templates with careful listening, high-craft details, intelligent spatial sequencing, and materials that age well. The result is a built environment that supports daily rhythms, amplifies wellbeing, and adapts as life changes. This article explores how bespoke architecture works, the pra...