Wreck on i-24 now

Some time in 2020 I bought a car from someone off Facebook. I was fresh out of high school and when he gave me the title it was signed but he didn’t date it so I could put one when I was ready to go switch everything.
Like most used cars do, it broke down about two months later and pretty much became unusable.
Now that I want to get rid of it I realize I never switched the title.
What are the penalties for that, and would they be able to verify the date I put on it? I’m nervous to put a date in 2020 or even 2022.
I know it was a stupid mistake, just unsure of how to go about this.
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Bc right now, I can barely stomach the writing with the weird and forced scenarios Bell is being put into with the female characters. I get that this series has harem-like tropes but come on. I'm only on vol 2 but had to take a break bc of the shopping scene with Eina, and how he felt her "soft bulge" when she puts him into a headlock. Not to mention the scenes with Hestia - i just hate how the LN always alludes to the female casts' tits and and how attractive they are.
i haven't watched the anime nor read a LN before but picked Danmachi bc i heard how great it is. i'm a sucker for zero-to-hero tropes and i love seeing the relationships between MC and supporting characters grow and develop.
what i don't like is blatant and tasteless fan service and there were a lot of it in my opinion in the first volume. i already bought the first three vols so i'll read thru them, but i just want to know if i should stop early or continue trudging on. as long as Bell gets better as a character (i get that he's a timid 14 yr old but i swear to god i pop a vein whenever the LN mentions how flustered he is around Eina or Hestia denying he's on a date with them or whatever) and the trend of his power progression continues, i'll keep reading.

Hello. I'm new here. I've had OCD in the past as a middle school/teem with rituals. And they went away. I've always been one to unplug stuff if leaving for several days but wouldn't double check that I did. 2 years ago the toilet in my master bath had a leak and when I got home from work our upstairs mastehallway had inches of water, plus it's a 3 story townhouse and it leaked through into the dining room below and then down in the basement room. We've since repaired that but within a couple months I was having OCD type checking/compulsions and I feel understandably so. But now I'm tired of it. It's taking so much time to leave my house. I feel anxious when driving more than 30 miles away. I'll drive back to check my garage door is shut. I have to check to make sure everyday: shower is off, toilet isn't leaking, faucet is off, heater unplugged, kitchen faucet is not on, toaster unplugged, all doors locked, dryer is off and then I'll go back upstairs if it "doesn't feel right" and recheck again and maybe again.
Has anyone been able to stop doing these checks and if so how did you exposure therapy? What types of things did you do or say to stop the checking.
It's to the point where I've stared at a turned off faucet for a minute not trusting my eyes that its turned off, or will touch the faceplate an outlet to feel nothing is there. I even make sure my fridge is closed??? Which makes no sense.
Anyways, thank you for any advice!

i’ve always been mediocre when it comes to school. now that i’ve changed to online school, i certainly put more effort on most of my assignments and try to do a good job, and it pays off.
my problem comes when it’s time to actually do things. i have no self discipline whatsoever. i just sit and think; “what even is the point? no matter what i do, how much effort i put on or how hard i work; anytime now something bad will happen that will throw it all away”. — pretty much.
i rarely have trouble understanding. i have good grades. the teachers praise my work—but that’s only when i actually bring myself to do the things i should do, the rest of the time i’m somewhere else, thinking of a thousand other things more that i’d rather be doing.
i just want to be a better student. a good student, really. someone that’s worth the trouble. god, i just wish my parents were proud of me, they have nothing to be proud of—ever. i’ve never given them a reason to be honored to be my parents.
only who has watched it will understand, but i just finished watching Gilmore Girls today. the very last episode just makes me really think about how i’ll never have any of that. no one is proud of me, no one expects good things to happen to me, everyone would be surprised if i were to accomplish something truly admirable, god, my dream in life is to be a director. a director! that will simply never happen! all these people are achieving things—everyone, yet i sit here as a high schooler who just accepted her fate, really. i don’t deserve anything good, none of these things i dream and long so much for. i simply don’t deserve them, god, why should i even try? why do i keep trying if i always end up right where i started?

I’ve been operating at 110% for a while now. A good while. I’ve got a husband and 3 kids, and my life is utterly relentless. I am not my own individual self anymore. I basically exist to serve everyone else. I do every damn thing. Yes there is a man that lives here that “helps” but how helpful is it when I have to constantly tell the man what needs to be done, when it needs to be done, how to do it, when the kids need something, what time their appointments are, etc. I have 2 toddlers and 1 preteen. My house is akin to a zoo on crack. There’s lights on all day, because the man that lives here doesn’t seem to know how to turn off a light, the toddlers don’t nap anymore, and they are always hungry but never seem to take more than 2 bites of food, my preteen rolls her eyes at everything, husband works nights and can somehow sleep through every thing and I wouldn’t be surprised if he slept right through a tornado. My home is no longer my sanctuary because it’s become a place of high stress. I am literally on my feet from 6am to 10pm with my only break being the job I work at. I work full time and get to spend my 2 days off doing everything my husband just disregards all week, such as the grocery shopping (his idea of grocery shopping is buying enough food ingredients for ONE meal), the cleaning (he hasn’t cleaned the bathtub in 2 months, I’ve counted), and rest of boring things like washing the car, taking out trash, and spending some time with the kids. So basically I have no days off.
I cried to myself in my room on Monday night. Here is everything I did on that day from sun up to sun down:
6am: woke up for work 7am: went outside to warm up my car and take all the bags to it (lunch bags, diaper bag, purse) 7:30am: dropped off kids to MIL house/school for the day 8am: stopped by a breakfast joint and got myself food 8:30-5pm: work 5:15pm: arrive home 5:30pm: cook dinneeat/feed kids 6:30-7pm: clean up toys/prepare for bath time 7:15-8:15pm: bath time/dressed for bed (because I have to do 2 toddlers) 8:15-8:45pm: pack their lunches, pack my lunch, pack their clothes for tomorrow. 8:50-9ish: brush toddlers teeth, brush my teeth 9:15-9:30: read bedtime stories to toddlers - husband leaves for work 10:00pm: when toddlers are finally tired enough to fall asleep
My husband’s daily schedule:
7:00am: arrive home from work 7:30-3:00pm: sleep 3:45-4pm: picks up kids (Proceeds to spend an hour at his mom’s house) 5:00pm: arrives home, possibly wash the dishes 5:30-7pm: does nothing but watch tv 7pm-9:20pm: takes a pre-work nap 9:30-9:45pm: leaves for work
Do you guys see the disparity or is it just me?? So because I walk around like a zombie all week long with a slight attitude, husband claims he has no idea why I’ve become the way I am. I’m dead inside. My legs burn at the end of the night. I’m sad for myself. I don’t feel like a wife, I feel like an unpaid maid and nanny. I don’t even get a thank you or just a hug. I’m breaking down slowly inside but I keep going because I have to, I love my kids. I’ve tried bringing ALL this up to the man who lives here but it falls each time on deaf ears. He has no empathy or understanding of my feelings. I’ve given up.
If you’ve gotten this far, I appreciate you for reading. It felt good getting this out.
TLDR: My husband is basically a roommate and I’m over it.

So I am doing the classic 2 Switches and a L3 Switch (in a triangle to learn Spanning Tree & Rappid) with Inter-Vlan routing, and I'm an idiot and can't get my head around how to configure it (although I'm pretty sure I understand the logic behind what we are doing).
I'll use a simple example.

Network: 192.168.0.0 VLan 10: 192.168.10.0 /24 (2x PC's x.x.x.1 on SW1 & x.2 on SW2) Vlan 20: 192.168.20.0 /24 (2x PC's x.1 & x.2) Vlan 30: 192.168.30.0 /24 (2x PC's x.1 & x.2) Vlan 99: 192.168.99.0 /24 (Managment Network SW1 x.1 SW2 x.2 Dist.SW3 x.3 (L3 SW) 

I think I set up the normal switches correctly, assign the ports to the VLAN, create my Trunks between the switches, and assign an IP address on my switches on VLAN 99.
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But on the L3 switch I've got in my notes to configure it to do the routing with no switchport.
Sorry, my notes aren't great at this point and my notes aren't great.
Enable IP routing, Select the Mgmt Vlan, then no Switchport. Then I've got an "IP Address" Command written down... Anyone knows what my clearly coffee addled (or deprived) brian was trying to say?

I unexpected got my hand on a second 4090 (white strix) tried to sell my 4090 gigabyte master to a friend for 1430$ but he didnt want it so now i end up with 2x 4090.
im thinking of using it in my work pc and wanting to upgrade the pc to be decent at gaming. The cpu is 5800 (non X) The question is should i upgrade my cpu to 5800x3d or wait for am5 later? If i go with am5 i would have to get a new mobo and ram which will be quite costly and i already got a good ddr4 ram sitting around (64gb 3600 cl16) in my wife pc, just gonna take that and put it in my pc since she doesnt game anyways

I'm not entirely sure what's allowed on this sub so I won't go into specifics but I used to selfharm in other ways but it stopped giving me the release that it used to, so in the last few months I've started drinking to cope with my depression/anxiety. I do it about once or twice a week, which I know isn't a huge deal bc a lot of people drink casually, but this is coming from someone who used to have absolutely no interest in drinking at all. Like I didn't see the purpose of it, and now part of me relies on it to satisfy the craving to selfharm that I have. I feel like an idiot for doing this to myself but I don't know what else to do. I've always had this craving to self-destruct and I don't know how to make it go away.

I keep seeing people ask why we did nothing during the cutscene when we were in the same room as her, it is not the same room!
When Amanda is connecting the cables she is looking down at Mithrax and he is looking up at her, now the issue is that in the room we are in if your standing at the console she would be standing in front of and looking out the window all you see is the gulch we jumped over to get to the boss arena, meaning it can't be the same room!
My theorie is that they landed their ship, moved to the room we end up in, killed the cabal there (dead bodies on the floor when we get there) and then they went into the hatch, Amanda going to the prison control room and Mithrax going to the cells, after we kill the boss we are told to go to the room, secure the hatch and meet up with Amanda because thats her escape route back to the ship. Mithraxs attempt to splice the cells launched the countdown for the explosions however and you know how that ended....

Hi my son is 18 months old, he has been advanced in all his physical milestones, rolling over, crawling and he walked at 10 months old, he also has most of his teeth already He responds to his name, understands almost everything we say to him, follows simple instructions (like throw the ball or close the door) babbles alot (says babababa alot) sometimes all day long, points n grunts for what he wants, takes us by the hand to show us what he wants, claps, waves, points, does the movement for wheels on the bus and if you happy and u know it but doesn't talk.....
Iv heard him say mama 4 times from 13 months old but haven't heard it since 17 months, he does make the 'vroom' sound when playing with cars (his absolute favorite thing in the world) and recently saying 'moooo' when u ask him what does a cow say however it sounds more like 'boooo' then 'moooo' which worries me coz i know he can say the 'M' sound as iv heard mama before and a few days back he was sick and said 'ma' a couple of times but did stop so i know he can say the 'M' sound
He did have glue ear and went for grommets a month ago and was told to be concerned about speech if i dont notice a difference in 6 weeks post op, well we are fast approaching the 6 week mark n my concern is growing
I live in South Africa and there is no state funding for S&L therapy here, it needs to be done privately which can be extremely expensive, my husband isnt concerned yet, he is a medical doctor himself however i feel like his need for the kids to be perfectly normal is so high he doesn't always believe something could be wrong, for example i had to push him to allow my lo to Do grommets (ear tubes) because my husband didnt believe anything was wrong with his hearing and now that S&L is costly n with hubby not convinced lo needs it till 2 yrs it will be harder for me to go down that route just yet
My main concern is speech apraxia how would i know if my son has it or if its just a speech delay? My paed suspected a tongue tie at his newborn assessment but dismissed that at his 6 week check up, could his delay of speech be because he does have a tongue tie that was dismissed too quickly? I feel like he has gotten alot of teeth in a very short span of time, could all that is happening in his mouth be the reason for a speech delay as well? By my description above should I be concerned about autism?
Thank you

I’ve been operating at 110% for a while now. A good while. I’ve got a husband and 3 kids, and my life is utterly relentless. I am not my own individual self anymore. I basically exist to serve everyone else. I do every damn thing. Yes there is a man that lives here that “helps” but how helpful is it when I have to constantly tell the man what needs to be done, when it needs to be done, how to do it, when the kids need something, what time their appointments are, etc. I have 2 toddlers and 1 preteen. My house is akin to a zoo on crack. There’s lights on all day, because the man that lives here doesn’t seem to know how to turn off a light, the toddlers don’t nap anymore, and they are always hungry but never seem to take more than 2 bites of food, my preteen rolls her eyes at everything, husband works nights and can somehow sleep through every thing and I wouldn’t be surprised if he slept right through a tornado. My home is no longer my sanctuary because it’s become a place of high stress. I am literally on my feet from 6am to 10pm with my only break being the job I work at. I work full time and get to spend my 2 days off doing everything my husband just disregards all week, such as the grocery shopping (his idea of grocery shopping is buying enough food ingredients for ONE meal), the cleaning (he hasn’t cleaned the bathtub in 2 months, I’ve counted), and rest of boring things like washing the car, taking out trash, and spending some time with the kids. So basically I have no days off.
I cried to myself in my room on Monday night. Here is everything I did on that day from sun up to sun down:
6am: woke up for work 7am: went outside to warm up my car and take all the bags to it (lunch bags, diaper bag, purse) 7:30am: dropped off kids to MIL house/school for the day 8am: stopped by a breakfast joint and got myself food 8:30-5pm: work 5:15pm: arrive home 5:30pm: cook dinneeat/feed kids 6:30-7pm: clean up toys/prepare for bath time 7:15-8:15pm: bath time/dressed for bed (because I have to do 2 toddlers) 8:15-8:45pm: pack their lunches, pack my lunch, pack their clothes for tomorrow. 8:50-9ish: brush toddlers teeth, brush my teeth 9:15-9:30: read bedtime stories to toddlers - husband leaves for work 10:00pm: when toddlers are finally tired enough to fall asleep
My husband’s daily schedule:
7:00am: arrive home from work 7:30-3:00pm: sleep 3:45-4pm: picks up kids (Proceeds to spend an hour at his mom’s house) 5:00pm: arrives home, possibly wash the dishes 5:30-7pm: does nothing but watch tv 7pm-9:20pm: takes a pre-work nap 9:30-9:45pm: leaves for work
Do you guys see the disparity or is it just me?? So because I walk around like a zombie all week long with a slight attitude, husband claims he has no idea why I’ve become the way I am. I’m dead inside. My legs burn at the end of the night. I’m sad for myself. I don’t feel like a wife, I feel like an unpaid maid and nanny. I don’t even get a thank you or just a hug. I’m breaking down slowly inside but I keep going because I have to, I love my kids. I’ve tried bringing ALL this up to the man who lives here but it falls each time on deaf ears. He has no empathy or understanding of my feelings. I’ve given up.
If you’ve gotten this far, I appreciate you for reading. It felt good getting this out.
TLDR: My husband is basically a roommate and I’m over it.

Title says it all. Thinking of buying a Fortnite account from SHiNiGaMi69, and while I've heard they're reputable (they've been leaving my questions on read), the whole process still worries me. What are the chances that the account will get banned or taken back? And what steps can I do to avoid such a fate happening? The fact that in any point in time (could be a month from now, a year from now, five years from now) either the original owner or the seller could take the account back is scary, as I could lose a lot of my time and effort. I essentially would have to grind both on my main and on the bought account to make sure I don't lose any progress, essentially leading to heavy burnout. If it was only my money on the line, it wouldn't really matter too much to me, but the fact that I can lose a ton of time is worrisome.
Also, side question. How are these accounts usually sourced? I don't care all too much, I just know that stolen accounts would be a lot, lot more likely to be taken back.

Last time/win v Dees, Highlights. (...as linked to in the season preview)
Last time v Dees at the Gabba, Lowlights.
Last win v the Dees at the Gabba, Highlights. (The final 15 seconds of this video consists of slowly zooming into a Max Gawn picture, I really want to know why).
Injury List. Zorko (hamstring) is back and Ah Chee (quad) could be back. K Coleman is out with concussion and Gardiner (ankle) is probably still out.
In the Mix. (Answerth (could replace Coleman), Zorko and Joyce (third tall defender)).
Game Day Guide. (Free Big Mac if the Lions win, lose or draw now and tickets are still available but a little sparse (Easter Thursday will sell out)).
Andrews: "No panic for Lions as eyes turn to heavyweight challenge".
Mitch Robinson on recent Lions/Dees rivalry: “A bit of bad blood”
Big O: “Momentum’s a powerful thing in footy these days”.
Lions hit 40k members. (Want to hit 50k this year).
VFL:
It's finally round 1!
Lions beat the Sharks (again) in their last practice match.
Next game: Lion v Werribee Tigers Saturday 11:05am AEST (12:05pm AEDT) at BHA (Springfield).
AFLW:
Ellie Hampson and pick 40 was traded in for Wardlaw and Pullar, Jade Pregelj joined as a DFA and everyone else re-signed.
AFLW trade peroid finished on Monday, DFA period is currently happening and will finish Thursday 23 March at 4pm AEDT (3pm AEST).
Lions currently have picks 17, 35 40 (Via North) and 53 in the supplementary draft, The draft is on April 4th.

My brother (23) and I (18) are super close, but I now feel a growing sense of disdain for him. He went to college a few years back but he failed miserably and hasn't gone back since. He's been a manager at a movie theater since 2019 and has literally no motivation to get back on track. He is always asking me and his friends to loan him money since he is financially irresponsible and can't resist the urge to buy something for more than 2 seconds. On top of all that, he just doesn't take care of himself at all. He's always wearing dirty clothes and smells like shit. He is, however, a fantastic older brother. He's the only person I can really talk to and openly be myself around. I want him to succeed because he deserves it, but he seems to be hellbent on living like a slob in our dad's basement for the rest of his life.

I have been in 2CR for over 3 years now and the best advice I can give is never go to 2CR.
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TLDR:
2CR does not care about you. They don't care if you are spending money on school, they don't care about your health, and they definitely make your last few months miserable if you decide to ETS.
School:
I am currently enrolled in a Master's program and German language classes (as I am ETSing here and going to live here in Germany). German classes are pretty much all but a requirement to stay here if you want to get out and work on the economy here.
I have been working from 0600-2000 every day for the past 2 weeks (including weekends from 0900-1800) due to training going on right now.
I asked if I could get off work at 1700 on class days and was told "classes are a personal choice and therefore do not take priority over work hours". I have been told this my whole time in 2CR.
Therefore, I have failed tests and assignments and almost needed to redo/repay classes back. (I know a few soldiers here who have failed and needed to pay back the money as well).
ETS:
I ETS in less than 9 months (Nov 19). I have been trying to get a SkillBridge program set up with a company. The dates would be around May 25th to Oct 1st. I would then outprocess from the army in October and ETS after 2 weeks of terminal leave and sell the rest of my days (around 60). Right now, if my command team accepts, the company said they would auto higher me when I ETS. However, my command team is currently not accepting the program due to it being during 2CRs main field exercise of the year (in Aug-Sept). Either way, if they accept it or don't I would not be there due to the amount of ETS leave I have and having Phase 1 and 2 complete by then. One soldier should not cause this much disruption for one field exercise. I wont even be in the unit as soon as it is over anyways. Why destroy a guaranteed job for a soldier who is getting out soon? Especially since it is not a state side ETS and makes it a bit more difficult?
Medical:
The clinic here is one of the worst clinics I have been to. Too many times I have been sick and told to just leave and they cannot do anything. Just today I had a soldier go to sick call, test negative for COVID, but then get told they are not testing for flu because "they cannot give SIQ for it anymore anyways" and to just "ask your CoC for some time off" which obviously the answer was no. She is currently throwing up in the motor pool bathroom because she is forced to do PT still.... That is what they think about your health.

I recently logged in my apple id on a brand new iphone 14 and some of the photos from my own phone (iphone 12) synced to the iphone 14 but not all of them. So after using it, i logged out my apple id on the iphone 14. After logging it out, the synced photos remained on that phone so i deleted it.
So my question is, if i sync my iphone 12 to icloud, will it still appear on the iphone 14 even after logging out my account there? There was a new account logged in there right now.
Thanks

Name: Hibiki Kanako
Age: 16
Appearance: Slender frame, well-muscled body, long cobalt hair, violet eyes, pale skin, bluebird tattoo over her right breast.
Personality: Sweet, friendly, calm, collected, intelligent, fun-loving, easy-going, girly, and dedicated.
Clothing: Tight blue jeans, brown-furred boots, long-sleeved black shirt, pink tank top, violet parka jacket, blue gem necklace around her neck.
Quirk: Songstress. Kanako is able to manipulate sound waves through the use of her vocal cords. She can sing to strengthen her allies, confuse her enemies, calm down large crowds, release an ear-piercing sonic scream, or hype people with an energizing song.
Quirk Drawbacks: Since her Quirk is dependent on her vocal cords, she could severely damage her vocal cords if she overuses her Quirk. And since hers is a sound-related Quirk, if anyone finds a way to keep her from singing or plugging their ears, then her Quirk will become ineffective. She is also dependent on how much oxygen she can inhale.
Hero Name: The Musical Hero: Maestra
Hero Costume: White and blue tie-dye pants with black and silver musical notes and lines decorating the edges, knee-high blue boots, a silver belt with a dark blue sarong wrapped around her waist that acts as an insulating material that can be used as either a shield by sending a small sound wave through it or be used as a capture weapon. Blue corset, black and blue crop-top shirt with the image of a music note on the front, long-sleeved blue and silver jacket, her necklace, a domino mask, and an interesting weapon that consists of two iron bars connected by a chain.
Background: Hailing from Hokkaido, Kanako grew up on a small farm with her father, mother, grandmother, older sister, brother-in-law, and two younger siblings. Her life was fairly simple but she didn't mind it since it was all she knew, then one day she traveled to a nearby farmer's market with her parents, and she discovered a traveling musician. Having never really been around music other than the simple guitar songs her father would play, hearing a new type of music had a very big impact on her. But it wasn't just the music. It was also the impact it had on people. The joy and happiness she could see on their faces made her want to be a part of it.
Using what little money she had from helping out her family, Kanako researched all kinds of pop music, idols, hip-hop, and everything in between. She even started learning how to dance to hip-hop music to keep herself in shape. Deciding to try her luck with a crowd, Kanako did a small performance for the people at the farmer's market and she became a hit. But her joy was soon cut short when a villain attacked and wrecked the market. Seeing everyone around her scared, Kanako released a massive sonic cry that incapacitated the villain.
After seeing that her music can not only bring smiles to people's faces but also keep them safe, she left her family's farm and heads to Musutafu to become a hero.

PART 1 OF 2 This happened 8 years ago now when I (M16) was in highschool. Each concussion happened at on a seperate occasion.
The first happened when me and a few friends decided to wrestle at a community center where I used to live (Ontario, Canada). We decided on a tournament style where the winner will get a large pizza that all the losers pay for. The fights were a simple one on one, win by tap or an obvious overpowerment. We all circled the two main fighters and watched them wrestle until it was our turn. I had my eye on my first matchup, Z (M15), who was easily the skinniest and therefore the easiest to wrestle. Once it was our turn to fight, Z backed out, leaving me without a matchup. My round got skipped and it was agreed upon by the rest of the fighters that if I wanted to fight then I could skip to the next round.
Concussion #1 Fast forward to my next opponent, someone who thought was on my level due to a small difference in our age (Me 16 & my opponent, A being 17). I had the height on him by a bit but he easily weighed 10 or 15 pounds more than me. I knew that I had to end the fight fast as he might be stronger than me. The first thing I did was put him in The ol' reliable, a headlock. I positioned myself to one angle so that I could use all my power to thrust to the other side and throw us both on the ground. This amazing move should put him in a daze of confusion and that is when I should put him in some sort of submission hold until he taps out and I become the victor. I had the entire scenario in my head pictured in what looked like a That's So Raven glimpse into the future. Now time to execute this bodacious maneuver. I jolted from one side to the other and tried to throw him to the ground but he eliminated any thoughts of filling my stomach with any form of cheesy Italian cuisine with one simple maneuver: he took a step backwards. This move let him slip out of the headlock and left me to think about everything that led to this point while I fell in what felt like slow motion. I did not have any time to prepare for the fall other than tilting my head down so that I don't break my nose. I got the top of my forehead on the carpeted but still extremely hard ground. It hurt but I didn't feel anything weird until I got up and felt like vomitting. My vision had motion blur and it felt like I was looking through a tunnel because I lost my peripheral vision. I started reaching my arms out to grab anyone near me because the motion blur was affecting my depth perception. I was helped to sit out in a corner as I considered my life choices that led me here and how I took my regular vision for granted. We hid this from any adults that could possible get us in trouble but we did ask for help from some "cool" early 20s staff who we usually hung out with. They told me that I cannot sleep in a situation like this even though I was suddenly getting sleepy and they told me the possibility of more harm if I actually slept. I stayed awake due to fear of brain damage and "toughed it out" like my friends suggested I do.
Concussion #2 Now fast forward 6 months later. I am in grade 11 playing basketball with my friends when happen to trip on a crack in the cement floor that felt a lot bigger than it looked. I tried to brace my fall with my arms, but the pushups I always skipped came back to haunt me. I couldn't catch myself and I don't know whether it's the speed at which I fell or the fact that I couldn't even hold myself in a pushup form if my life depended on it. This led to me faceplanting the cement and my glasses which I had on the entire time smashing on impact (this miraculously did not cause me any harm in any way) and my face cutting open at the temple. Blood poured out like honey out of a bottle and my friends got me tissue paper to cover the bleeding. I was to distracted by the amount of bleeding to realize that I had a concussion. This time it was a similar feeling to the first time. I was ready. I remained calm, tried to stop the bleeding, and waited patiently for the ambulance to come. The EMTs confirmed that I showed symptoms of a concussion and I rode with them to the hospital. The doctor later confirmed that the cut on my head was on a weird angle and the stitching it might cuz issues once it heals so the bleeding was stopped and a bandage was placed over the gooey stuff they used to cover the wound.
Concussion #3 Fast forward to the next semester. It is Finals Week of my grade 11 year and we just finished one of our exams. We decided that since we have the rest of the school day off to prepare for our next exam, we have some time to play basketball. We have one "court". It looks similar to the place in the warehouse where they had that basketball episode in the office. This is the same court where I tripped and fell and recieved my concussion #2. {This year we went to the finals in the local high school basketball tournament and lost not because they were better, but because our starting five (including a 6 foot 5 kid that plays rep) got tired due to us playing multiple games back to back. This kid was 1 year younger than me but he fit into our friend group because all of his friends were our age as well.} I was chasing my tall friend who just grabbed the rebound but I got too close to him from behind and ended up tripping on one of his long freaky stick legs. This was unintentional from him as he couldn't have known that I was that close to him as he would've positioned himself differently. I still haven't improved in my workout routine so I still couldn't defend myself from gravity. Face_plant3.exe. My glasses spontaneously combusted upon impact and my face was led to the same fate as my previous encounter against this undefeated foe. I picked myself off the ground and looked down as I saw my poorly rendered reflection in a small pool of blood where I just got up from. I positioned myself to sit against a wall as the adrenaline basically made the pain non-existent as I sat there angry at myself for getting in a situation like this for the second time within a year. I was rushed by teachers and students who helped me stop the bleeding as they called 911. It was then that I started to notice the effects of my concussion. Everything from the tunnelling vision to the nausea. However, there was one issue that worried me. The tunneling vision exceeded my peripherals and slowly covered my full vision with darkness. I looked around at the places where I knew the lights were positioned to see if I noticed anything but I couldn't see them. I remembered to stay calm and asked my teacher who was helping me if the lights were still on. He didn't answer immediately. He then said "What do you mean? Of course they are. What?" Once he confirmed what I suspected, my calm mind reminded me of Daredevil on Netflix in the scene when he lost his sight. I thought the super hearing or super senses might kick in but it was just regular senses minus sight. I prepared for the worst and I just thought about all the things I could no longer enjoy in life. My VR headset. Gaming. TV. Oh god, Anime? Reality started to kick in around 10 min later when I was waiting for the ambulance to arrive. Eventually I started to see some light from one eye and then the next. It started with light, then blurry colors. Then shapes. Then a few hours later my sight was back to normal. Part 2 is about losing my ability to sleep some weeks later because of my head injuries
TL;DR - Got 3 different concussions with one leading to temporary blindness.

i am so deep in my head that it actually terrifies me that i would even consider killing myself. i thought i was doing better. i was taking the necessary steps in getting better. i have therapists, a new psychiatrist and working on getting some what of a routine back. i was prescribed zoloft 25mg with Mirtazapine 25mg. the first few weeks i ignored the binge eating episodes associated with Mirtazapine. until i stepped on the scale. at night i would eat and eat until i physically couldn’t. i was afraid to mention it to my psychiatrist when we upped both zoloft and Mirtazapine 50mg. But after a few more binge eating episodes i told her about it and she said it was no problem to completely stop taking Mirtazapine. Tonight is the first night that I just took the zoloft by itself. and because Mirtazapine was prescribed to me for my sleep now i can’t fucking sleep. so i’m in my fucking head. and i’ve just sat with myself thinking about how much my life fucking sucks. and im depressed as shit and digging myself into a deeper hole. i honestly haven’t had any improvements to begin with. i mean it’s only been a month. i just hate being in a dark place, it’s fucking scary. i know a lot of the time it just takes time. get a higher dose of zoloft in the next appt, thoughts on switching meds. i’ve tried lexapro and had terrible side effects. i tried wellbutrin and also saw no improvement.