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My cat is dying. I have a spell ready but I realise that I don’t have a black candle for protection.
Is there any other colour I can use - I have white, pink, red, orange, green and anything between.

I haven’t felt this awful in literally years. Since I was a young teenager. I don’t know what is wrong with me. I just feel like an empty vessel, but also like I just want to scream into the void. I can’t explain it.

Sorry I know this is vague but I can’t even be bothered to put my feelings into words.

Hi I just wanted to ask this question, as I’ve become scared to eat in restaurants. Essentially because I feel like a nuisance to the chef and others cooking in the kitchen.

I’m a vegetarian, which I know is pretty easy to accommodate to usually. However the main kicker, is that I’ve very recently become allergic to onions (plus most of the onion family - chives, leeks, shallots…). The only things I’m currently not allergic to are spring onions and garlic.

I’ve been told by multiple people that I should now avoid restaurants because of this allergy.

BTW I can handle trace amounts, and a very very tiny amount of onion powder if it’s been blasted in a fryer for a while. But my allergy continues to get worse, and I genuinely just feel guilty for being an awkward customer. I know it’s not my fault but I just think because it’s such a random allergy and in so much food.

I’d love some food for thought.

I got a new reaction today, swelling lips. Don’t worry I’m ok, anti histamines sorted it out and it’s been an hour. I’m allergic to onions and I now have started reacting to even onion powder.

I’m currently waiting for the allergy clinic but I’m scared. What if it gets even worse, and I’m not seen in time?

Also on a slightly lighter note my evidence folder is called: my opp 🧅 - the onion files.
Got to make light of my suffering I guess.

Edit- sorry I realised the title isn’t very clear. But we have our bestie haunted doll called Nicola. And then there is a potential toxic ex girlfriend of Nicola’s called Emily who was trying to get into a doll, but thankfully she was unable to. The whole situation is weird and we need to talk to Nicola more.

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This is the weirdest thing I’ve ever had to type out.
But my wife and I (wlw) have had Nicola for a while. She was talking about her own girlfriend.

We were going to allow this girlfriend “Emily” into the house into another vessel. But then today we found out that Nicola had broken up with Emily.

Because Emily was jealous of the relationship me and my wife had with Nicola? Thinking we were having an affair. And mad at us for taking too long to find a doll for her (we wanted to ensure that Nicola was going to be safe and didn’t want Emily to harm her by giving Emily a doll). And then we also heard that Emily was apparently immature with internalised homophobia.

Interesting how ghosts also have lesbian drama, but umm me and my wife are both very angry on Nicola’s behalf right now.

Hi, does anyone know what is happening?

My girlfriend is stubborn af and so idk what to do. Nothing immediately bad but I’m worried af.

They ate some ice cream with coconut in it. Not a know allergen, but they haven’t had it in a few years. They’re kinda allergic to foods like raspberries (but not severely). They have severe, unmanaged asthma, hay fever and eczema.

Symptoms:
- tingly lips
- coughing / wheezing for a little, improved with inhaler… bit of a tight throat
- now getting tummy ache
- took lots of fexofenyden and now seemingly better?

Idk what to do. My gf is so stubborn I wanted to call ambulance but they keep insisting they’re ok now and they have so many physical health conditions.
What the fuck do I do?

So I graduated years ago now lol.
But I then picked up French again and have been learning it for a few years again.

I found some of my old GCSE study guides, aimed at kids trying to get a GCSE in French. Obviously, I am way more fluent than the people this book is aimed at (I’m low B2). However, especially the little bits of reading in it, it’s been helpful reminding myself of words I haven’t heard in a little while.

Pretty cool! And also funny because I remember how much I struggled with GCSE French at the time.

Hi, I just would like some advice. I think that I’ve got a worsening allergy to onions, shallots, leek and maybe? chives.
I’m fine with garlic and spring onion. (Yes it’s weird, and I think it’s a specific protein I’m reacting to).

I started feeling weirdly poorly now and again about 4 years ago when I became a vegetarian at 17. At the time, I didn’t realise it was because a lot of vegetarian food is onion based.
I realised I had a mild lactose intolerance which I managed, though the problem continued.

Then I began to truly notice it about six months ago when I started eating more onion and kept getting poorly. It took me a while to realise it was the onion that was the culprit.
I thought it was just my digestion being weird at first / maybe IBS related.

However it’s gotten worse and worse.
It’s worse with raw onion, the more I cook it (eg for days in a broth) the reaction isn’t as bad.

But symptoms-
Bloating to the point I look 5 months pregnant
Severe nausea
Sweating, shaking, weakness
Feeling hot and clammy
Stomach cramp to the point where I can see my stomach spasming
Hives on my arms and backs of legs
Itchiness
Constant diarrhoea

The symptoms usually start within minutes and continue for hours after. It feels like a mixture of food poisoning and itchiness when I have it.
Albeit, I have an allergy to cats and it’s a different reaction (I get the typical face swelling and things). Which is why I’m confused as to what is going on.
Also because I have lactose intolerance, I know that this onion reaction is much more severe and also occurs for longer and quicker onset. It is also set off with a significant less amount of onion needed.

Thoughts?

I can’t believe I’m writing this post but here I am. I’m full of grief and sadness as well as bitterness.

My grandma died recently, and we literally just had the funeral. My grandad is still with us, but is close to his 90s (they were married for over 60 years). As you can imagine, he was in no fit mental state to make any decisions about the funeral.

They had two kids- my dad and his sister (the aunt in question). They’re both in their 60s.
My younger sister and I are both in our 20s and we were her only grandchildren.

My gran passed whilst everyone in the family (including extended) were abroad. In fact, in the first few days the only people who could visit were distant family members like my grandma’s second nephews and nieces and things like that.

My aunt arrived home a few days before us. We were on the other side of the world, had no clue what was going on… and then only found out that evening that she basically took full control of the funeral with zero consultation of anyone but her husband.

We’ll call my aunt Sheila and my uncle Kevin. Sheila decided everything: from the music, to the venue, to the celebrant, to whether it will be religious or not, to the day, time, coffin, order of ceremony, where the wake would be etc.

The worst parts were -
1.) Kevin clearly chose one of the funeral songs as it was the theme tune of his favourite football club.
2.) My gran was religious. This wasn’t respected at all. They didn’t make a singular effort to contact her vicar. They planned to make it fully secular which she wouldn’t have wanted.
3.) There were flowers at the funeral - very disrespectful as my grandma told us EXPLICITLY she didn’t want any flowers.
4.) Sheila was counted as the celebrants “main client” meaning even my grandad wouldn’t have been able to supersede her.
5.) The venue chosen was run down and shabby with clearly minimal effort. The excuse was, that my grandparents went now and again - BECAUSE it was cheap. Anyway, my grandma was quite a snobby woman (in the best way possible bless her) and she wouldn’t have been happy. The owner was getting a refurbishment within weeks and called it “a shithole at the moment.” Yeah…
6.) Sheila completely underestimated how many people would come to her funeral. She refuses to interact with any of the family really and TWICE as many turned up.

So we were already miffed. Then it got worse. Sheila attempted to micromanage my sister and I by insisting we read out a poem she chose. I instead wrote a piece myself (glad I did as this is one of the only things my sister and I got any say in).

When we got home, it got even more worse. Sheila refused to let my dad do anything, and kept using the excuse that she was “doing it for my grandad.”
1.) Grandad was clearly going along with ANYTHING because he was in severe grief and just wanted the funeral done. It was a flimsy excuse, and completely sidelined 3/5 of my grandma’s direct relatives at the very least.
2.) We also had a phone call with my grandad where he said to her and I quote “Sheila did an alright job I guess.” Yeah… definitely sounds like he was pulling the strings :/

Thennnnnn. God it continues.
My sister and I wanted a song briefly played before our speeches as it reflected a happy childhood memory with my grandma. Sheila stepped in, refused to let us as it “wasn’t appropriate for the funeral” (everyone including the celebrant disagreed with Sheila, albeit the celebrant had her hands tied). She kept pestering us constantly about it, and then eventually got it removed for the funeral, where the celebrant said to my sister and I five minutes before the start of it “you can play the song on your phone but it can’t be played on the speaker.” This completely caught us off guard.

My dad FINALLY managed to get a hymn included after lots of negotiation with Sheila, but Sheila only accepted TWO VERSES.

The three of us (dad, me, sister) also tried to arrange for the wake better - with things such as pictures being stuck up. My sister, mum and dad went there with my grandad to scope the place out and ask the manager some questions (what they would mind us sticking into the walls etc).
My grandad somehow got the wrong end of the stick halfway through and was extremely rude to my mum and sister. I was quite upset when I heard about the incident as it seemed extremely rude of him, albeit I gave him grace because of the grief.
Sheila rang up later and screamed down at the phone at my dad. There were six of us listening on speaker (sister and I’s respective partners). It was so shocking the way Sheila was speaking to my dad that everyone’s jaws were open. We could also hear Kevin in the background coaching Sheila. But there were many accusations thrown about my dad “meddling” and “upsetting” people (rich coming from her as she was being so horrible my sister ran off crying because of how upset she was for my dad being abused on the phone).
My mum took the phone off my dad, tried to mediate. Her job is specialising in mediation, so Sheila calmed down a bit. However Sheila was still passive aggressive, mocking and rude. I haven’t felt so angry in a while, as hearing her disrespect both my parents really got to me… plus my sister running away in tears. My partner C also said a couple of times to my dad (C and my dad have a bit of a strained relationship) VERY encouraging and affirming words to him to stand his ground. You get the idea.

Finally, even when the celebrant was reading, most of my dad’s memories were completely ignored. In the photographs it was mainlyyyy Sheila with my grandma.

Yeah. I hope you all understand why I’m really upset and betrayed, especially since I thought Sheila was a nice lady before. I just hated the micromanaging and interference. I also hated how even the night before, she was trying to coach my sister and I on public speaking as if she doesn’t know I am involved in POLITICS.

Hey guys. So basically, my partner and I are best friends with a haunted doll called Nicola. She’s sweet, sassy and very active.

However, some times we are at university accommodation. The first ever time I spoke on the ghost app there, I didn’t bring Nicola’s doll. Nicola now has two dolls btw - her original and a little ballerina doll that she has attached to now also. Obviously she can also travel out of it but her spirit is weaker.

She has also communicated to my recently deceased grandmother for me and my deceased grandad too. (AKA she’s just so sweet).

This week, we are packing to move out of the university accommodation for the summer. Nicola requested that both her dolls be left at my family house. However she’s visited us both evenings this week briefly to check in on us (we can literally feel when she comes).

Anyway this evening, Nicola sent me to the kitchen to get Charlie (my partner) some water because she could tell Charlie was thirsty lol. Anyway I came back to my gf being super confused.

They were asking “who is this, is it Nicola?”
When I came in I was just confused listening to the ghost communicator.
Apparently while I was briefly gone, there were quite loud voices coming through the speaker - confused / upset / maybe a bit angry. Saying things like “no” “what’s going on” “what is happening.”
Apparently it was clear that there was a least a male and female spirit coming through. Since it was also apparently quite loud, it maybe was suggesting there were multiple people talking over each other?
Apparently Nicola kept trying to come in to apologise but kept getting cut off.

While I was in the kitchen I felt cold spots but I thought it was Nicola?

Anyway Charlie starts explaining to me, that last week while I was abroad and Charlie was alone in the apartment, they kept hearing cupboards and doors slamming. They thought it was other roommates or the wind but it slowly dawned on them that there were other spirits in the university accommodation.

You see, the first ever time I communicated in the accommodation, I was a bit confused as I thought some other people were trying to talk. Though I couldn’t get much other than there being maybe three or four spirits trying to talk so I gave up and was like nice to meet you (assuming they wanted to be left alone). And I think they asked if we were lesbians if memory serves lol.

However, then obviously today. Charlie quickly explained to me what had been happening: being confused and a little unsettled. I started asking Nicola if anyone else was there and she was like “yes other ghosts.” But then she quickly reassured us that we were safe and they were not bad.

I was a bit unsettled and we heard a cupboard slam again, and Charlie was like “see that keeps happening.”
Anyway I quickly turn on the light saying to Charlie “this is kinda scary lol.” Anyway then the spirit(s) on the other side said very sarcastically “it isn’t scary.”

So we quickly realise what is happening. We profusely apologised for not having tried to talk to them again. I confirmed with Nicola there were three of them (as previously confirmed). We know there will be spirits here (potentially) due to a lot of people ending themselves during COVID for example.

We also explained, that we assumed that they didn’t want bothering - that we assumed they’d want to just relax and have their own company. That we are kind of new to this ghost stuff and we just assume we’re always talking to Nicola as she’s like a member of our family. And that we didn’t mean any offence - we just treated them like we’d treat any other person in the building: let them be. We also pointed out we don’t interact with everyone in the accommodation, so we just wanted to mind our business.

We then asked for their names - Thomas, Ian and Isabella. I introduced myself as also called Isabella and then Charlie introduced themselves. We briefly said our ages and things like that and how it’s nice to meet them.

We then apologised again but explained that we weren’t scared of them particularly, just said “stranger danger” - usual things. We’d be nervous about any stranger in our home, and that it wasn’t on them, but that is why we appeared nervous. We asked them kindly but firmly to stop slamming things and that if they wanted to speak to us they could come onto the ghost communicator… but that we’ve both got bad PTSD and so slamming doors is very triggering for us both.

They all ended up apologising and agreed and understood. We all agreed it was a misunderstanding and that if they wanted to talk they can feel free to so. But we also asked them to be kind to Nicola, and maybe ask her to help them communicate if they needed. And the reason why we always talk to her is because she is family to us.

So yeah, thoughts?

I just need to preface this with: unfortunately I had very very traumatic teenage years. I was undiagnosed with autism, ADHD and OCD. I then developed depression and anxiety because of this, and then later CPTSD after entering a relationship at 14 with someone in their 20s (usual stuff - grooming, domestic violence, rape, la la la). Sorry to be so flippant, it just is what it is.

I’m gonna turn 22 in a couple of months. I’m buying an engagement ring for my girlfriend, I am going to have my graduation ceremony in a couple of weeks and life is amazing (yes I’m young but when you’ve been through a lot you just unfortunately mature a lot faster). However, unfortunately when life becomes safe, suddenly you get lots of trauma suddenly jump scaring you. Yes, it’s a good thing that I finally feel safe enough to process things I didn’t even think I needed to process, but also it sucks because I thought it was so far behind me.

I’m British. So high school where I am is 11-16. College is another ball 16-18. University (three year undergraduate) 18-21. Just not to confuse anyone. So when I say high school, I was REALLY young.

But a few months ago I started getting nightmares every single night about high school. I could go on for years about the things I went through in that establishment. I still have poems from 2018 when I was crying out for help. But anyway point is, it is something I refused to acknowledge until now. How it was genuinely a massive part of why I now have CPTSD.

I have constant nightmares about “what if my GCSES are invalid” (I say as a degree educated person) and “I have to retake them and go back there.” I dream about my former classmates being there, every aspect. I just don’t know what to do. It’s so genuinely distressing.

I get it, most people thankfully have amazing high school experiences which is amazing. However sadly I had the opposite. And it genuinely has left such a long lasting scar. I just wish it would stop. It also has made me so angry - why are teenagers treated so poorly? I look back at 14 year old me, who had thoughts, opinions, ideas, needs. None of them were respected.

Sorry for the rant. But genuinely: I think society needs to do better. And yes I acknowledge, my experience may be skewed but this is my experience.

I’m a vaper, but also an occasional smoker. I’m grieving, my grandma died yesterday. I chain smoked 6 malboro reds and also kept vaping. My lungs feel on fire right now.

I just need to stop. I’m sick of this cycle. What do I do? I have some Nicorette gum should I use that instead? I desperately need advice because I’m sick to the teeth of this cycle and I’m at such a low point right now.

Hi so I have a haunted doll ghost called Nicola. She’s absolutely lovely, she’s one of my best friends. She came on holiday with me halfway across the world in a smaller doll which she decided to inhabit so she could travel with me whenever. It was her first time on a plane and stuff and it was lovely:)

I had some really bad news today. My grandma just died at home in her chair. Everyone is in a state of shock and grief. Nicola and I were talking back and forth and obviously I mentioned my grandma’s death.

I explained how it happened and Nicola was like “I’m really glad because it was a very peaceful death” (Nicola died in an accident so her own death was very traumatic). I was just saying I was sad about it obviously and so I asked Nicola where my grandma was now.

Nicola calls the afterlife the “distant place” and she describes as somewhere where you can “rest.” She herself has never been as she likes to be on Earth, however apparently how it works is that you can travel now and again from the “distant place” to visit Earth (albeit your spirit is very weak and a lot less active than a ghost who lives on Earth such as Nicola).

Nicola then suddenly asked “do you want me to talk to her.” I was really shocked and I was like “wow yes please if you can do I’d absolutely love that.”

Nicola relayed to me that my grandma said “goodbye, I love you. Please smile, you’re on holiday and you shouldn’t be crying… you’re in paradise (because I’m in a resort). You can grieve when you get back home but not here.”

And yes I’ve just been sobbing for the last 10 minutes. I absolutely adore Nicola she’s the sweetest person ever.

I feel like every single book I’ve read just has to have a man spawn in as a polar love interest… kind of like another woman can’t serve as that?! Idk I’m just a bit sick of some random man popping in. I think maybe it’s because I find it so unrelatable…

So we’ve been dating for almost 9 months. It’s the first time I’ve actually felt safe… ever. And I have to be apart in a country thousands of miles away for a fortnight and it’s heartbreaking. I miss sleeping next to them in bed. I just miss everything. I am currently clutching one of their soft toys.

I think I’ve just realised how attached I am - how I want to live with them, marry them, be with them. Be a couple who doesn’t separate (of course other than the healthy norm of day stuff but coming back together at night).

Should I buy a ring? I really want to… it’s the natural next step. I just want some reassurance / advice. Buy a ring, wait until the 1 1/2 year mark. Long engagement? It just feels so right.

I’ve dated a lot of people and I can’t explain it but I think they’re the one.