u/Exact-Sky2145

I’ve got: a bag of large carrots I hardly opened and I refuse to waste them. They’re limp and browning (getting that hay-like colour on them) but they smell fine.

A jar of pickles that I didn’t like very much. They were sort of soft and bleh. Help me save them and the marinade!

Some broken rice paper sheets

My Q is my sister (29F). She cut me out of her life a few days ago. I feel guilty for some reason, like I really hurt her by trying to help. She truly believes (or says she believes) she doesn’t have a problem.

Years ago I flagged her drinking with my family and it caused a huge rupture with us. I did it again recently because her life has been hurtling downhill and whenever I see her she’s wasted. No matter the time of day or activity.

She was hurling insults at me the other day, screaming about how I “did this years ago and [she] gave me another chance and [I] fucking blew it and now we’re DONE”

I feel like she really believes I betrayed her. It’s so sad because I just want her to be happy. And maybe I did more harm than help. Which was not my intention at all. I just know my whole family is worried about her but no one will talk about it with her so I was saying guys, let’s talk to her about it. We are all worried so let’s tell her we love her and care about her.

I just feel so guilty that my sister feels that I’m not on her side. I feel destroyed.

I made another post recently about my Q, my sister (29F). Things have been going extremely downhill for her, especially in the last few months. Constantly drunk, whenever I see her I can tell she's been drinking. And the drinking is starting to make her detach from reality. Like, the other day we were at the movies, and she turned to me mid-conversation and said "wait, are we at the movie theatre?" it was scary.

She also just got almost fatally stabbed "randomly, by a random person", and then a week later got evicted by her roommate. She called my partner (41M) within the last month when she was blackout drunk and said she wanted to kill herself, and for him not to tell me.

I am, clearly, worried sick about her. I've been telling my mom and my mom keeps saying "my strategy is to wait until she hits bottom, and then I will speak to her." She oscillates between saying that and saying "what are you talking about? Q is doing great! Whenever she visits she only drinks after 3pm!" and I'm like, "yeah, but she wakes up at 2pm". My mom also buys my sister's wine for her so that "she can control how much she drinks". It's crazy. Just crazy.

Anyway, things came to a head yesterday. My mom and I had a scheduled catch-up phonecall. And our conversations are just always so surface level and grating because my mom can never talk about anything real. So my mom starts rapid-fire questioning me about my job, about my schedule for the week, and I just say, "yeah, I've just been feeling unproductive and distracted because I'm just worried about Q. Whenever I see her it's worse and I just really think we need to do something. She's struggling really bad, mum."

Then it was really eerie. My mom replied saying, "[my name], we do *not* need to have an intervention for Q about her drinking. She's never been better. The stabbing was entirely random."

First off, I didn't mention the stabbing. Second, she responded with all this detail and so I said, "Mum why are you talking like someone's listening."

She said, "[my name], WHAT?! Oh boy. You're losing it. That's *ridiculous*."

Then, my sister, who I didn't even know was visiting my mom, comes on in the background and starts screaming at me that I'm trying to ruin her life. She said "what the fuck why are you telling mum and dad that the whole family is worried about me what the fuck is wrong with you I always trust you and then you betray me, you're a fucking bitch, you and I are DONE. DONE FOREVER. You're out of my fucking life."

Then she (and my mom) hung up on me. Then I get a text from my mom saying, "see? That's how an intervention would go. Not well."

Like, WHAT!!!??!?! What the hell just happened!? It feels like I was just three-way phone-called like high school mean girls. It was shocking. And now my mom can wipe her hands and say, "well, we tried!"

It was crazy. I woke up this morning feeling devastated, betrayed, confused. And I think, by turning my sister against me, my mom actually harmed my sister even more. I don't know what the endgame of that was. Or why my mom was so careless. It seemed evil to me.

Or maybe there actually *is* something wrong with me. I dunno. It feels like I'm starting to believe what they're telling me. But I am trying to stay strong. Fuck. I don't know what's real right now.

I was sick last week, so a three day break turned into a week break cause of the heatwave. Not a full break, because on a 15km run day I could only do 5 cause I felt like I was going to pass out. The next day I still felt bad from it.

Now it will have been a week since a long long run and I’m scared I’m going to lose fitness - it took me three months to build up to where I was.

Is anyone else taking a weeklong break cause of the heat? Has anyone else taken a week long break before? I need words of encouragement/comfort

For the life of me I can’t find anything better than the Covergirl Clean Fresh Skin Milk. I put on my SPF then the skim milk on top, and depending on the dewy level I want that day, either go out like that or maybe blot here and there with some powder. And boom my skin is perfect.

When I go try on various tints at Sephora, I find they all dry out so quickly. NARS, Glossier, Charlotte Tilbury, even Givenchy didn’t work for me. So I guess Covergirl it is!

Anyone else love drug store skin tints/BB creams?

TW: s***ide

My (32F) little sister (29F) has struggled with alcoholism for the last decade. In the last two years it’s gotten a lot worse, and in the last six months she’s hurtling toward rock bottom.

She called my partner (41M) the other week, wasted, and was saying she wanted to k*** herself, but the only reason she won’t do it is because of how sad it’ll make me and my mum.

The last five times I’ve seen her, no matter the time or activity, she shows up late and wasted. She looks me in the eye and lies to me about it. If I ever so much as hint that I am worried about her or that I love her, she becomes vitriolic and hateful and tells me to shut the fuck up or that I’m judging her.

I am not judging her at all. I know she is in pain and I love her. She was my best friend until she was 21 and I was 23 and she started going south. We were inseparable. She loved dolphins, seals, all animals, she wrote little stories about animals, she loved music videos and sharks and true crime.

Now she doesn’t do anything but drink white claws and white wine while she sleeps and works from home. I have reason to believe she’s hardly hanging onto her job.

Three weeks ago, she got nearly fatally stabbed by a homeless person. She said it was a random event by a random person. She had to get 20 stitches. Two days ago, she got an eviction notice by her roommate whose name is on the lease. She’s plummeting.

Our parents are very “hands-off” so there’s no help there. I am sick every day watching her do this to herself, so completely turned off to any love or statement of affection or care or worry.

I on the other hand am doing well in my life for the first time in a while and feel stable; I’m writing a book I care about, am finally financially stable, and I’m in a fantastic healthy long term relationship with an incredible man and we have a great apartment and have some fun trips planned. I feel like I can’t enjoy these things as much as I could knowing that my baby sister is sinking, and sinking fast. I am gutted. I hate this disease. I miss my sister. She’s not a person anymore. No opinions, no joy, no coherent thoughts, no self esteem or sense of the future or even the past. A drunk husk.

I love you banana. I know you. I miss you.