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Rebecca Mcelhaney

Alzheimer’s is a horrible disease. My mother suffered with it for years before she passed & grew less knowing of anyone else. My daddy stayed by her side loving & caring for my mama till the bitter yet sweet end, as her spirit/soul is with Jesus in Paradise. My daddy has since passed on & his spirit/soul is with mama & Jesus in Paradise. I miss them both very much! Honor our parents as God’s Word tells us. I love my parents & honored them as they brought me & my siblings up in the love & admonition of the Lord & I thank them for that. They both taught us kids the love of Christ Jesus & that Jesus is our salvation. Jesus shed his blood at the cross for all our sins & rose on the 3rd day. There’s nothing more loving & obedient, than for us as parents to teach our children of the love of Jesus Christ, as he is our eternal life.

Dashcamgram

This story is almost impossible to comprehend. Lori Coble, a California mother who once endured the unimaginable loss of three young children in a single car crash, is now facing another devastating chapter after being diagnosed with stage 4 glioblastoma, an aggressive form of brain cancer. After losing Kyle Christopher, Emma Lynn, and Katie Gene in a freeway accident, Lori and her husband made a promise to survive together and not let grief end their lives. In the midst of heartbreak, they chose hope — pursuing IVF and welcoming triplets just one year later. Each child carries the middle name of the sibling they lost, a living tribute to the children who never came home. Lori poured herself into motherhood again and became an advocate for highway safety, determined to protect other families from similar pain. Now, after stroke-like symptoms led to a shocking diagnosis, the family is once again facing uncertainty no parent should ever have to endure. People are calling her story one of resilience, faith, and heartbreaking strength — but it also raises a question that leaves many speechless: how much can one person be asked to carry in a lifetime? #HeartbreakingStory #FaithAndResilience #ChildLoss #IVFJourney #BrainCancerAwareness #Glioblastoma #StrengthInAdversity #LifeStories

Arden

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.

John Paul Valdez

There is a specific kind of exhaustion that comes from living a life where your physical body and your mental presence are never in the same place. For me, it feels like a perpetual haunting. When I am standing in the wide, sun-scorched expanse of Texas, my mind is often wandering through the mist-heavy treelines of Oregon. Then, when I finally find myself in the Pacific Northwest, the phantom heat and specific gravity of the south pull me back. It is a restless internal migration that never truly ends, leaving me feeling like a stranger in both places. This disconnection extends into the very fabric of my daily rhythm. At work, I am mentally already at home, seeking the sanctuary of my private thoughts and the peace of my own space. Yet, the moment I cross my own threshold, the weight of professional responsibilities and the unfinished business of the day follow me in, looming like shadows in the corner of the room. I am never fully "there" because I am always mourning where I just was or bracing for where I have to go next. I have been cast to and fro through the storms of change and expectation. These aren't just geographic shifts; they are the spiritual and emotional gales that refuse to let me anchor. This constant displacement creates "images of depletion," where the energy required to simply exist in the present is swallowed by the winds of elsewhere. I am learning that the struggle is to find a way to quiet the storm from within—to stop being a passenger to the wind and start becoming the center of the calm. My goal now is to bridge that gap, to stop the "to and fro" and finally allow my spirit to catch up to my skin.

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