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(VA) My girlfriend moved out of her apartment and in with me mid-April. The week before she moved out, a new management company took over the property. She cleaned the apartment and ensured it was in the same condition as when she moved in. The new company came by and inspected, and told her that she would be getting her full deposit back.

In Virginia landlords have up to 45 days to refund a deposit. We’re approaching 75 days and still have not received a refund.

She’s reached out to the new company several times and they’ve told her that they’re waiting on the previous owners to transfer funds. She reached out to the previous owners (as instructed by the current ones) to expedite the process, and we did not hear back. We’re going to their office in person this upcoming Monday.

My questions are: which company does the blame fall on? I’d think since the new company inherited the properties that they would be liable. And if we are met with resistance, or further stonewalling, how do we proceed?

Thank you in advance.

Have had my diagnosis/been medicated over ten years. Got sober two years ago, and at 34, it feels like I’m just now starting to really understand myself.

I’ve never dealt with suicidal thoughts, the depression was just my normal and I coped through self-destruction.

I’ve recently been observing the urges to self destruct in one way or another. And it occurred to me- I don’t hate myself. I think it stems from the fear of the loss of those I love dying, and the pain I’ll consequently feel. Almost like I subconsciously would rather pass before them to avoid it entirely.

This may or may not be related to the diagnosis. It could just be a common desire we as people all share. Not sure.

Anyone experience this, or have any insight they’d be willing to share?

I’m usually described as blunted/monotone. I like it that way. Maybe it’s with the help of the meds, who knows, I attribute it to wisdom and previous traumas.

Anyway, mania really fucked me up in the past. The hypomanic episodes usually just ended in one form of self destruction or another. But full blown mania was a trauma in itself. The hallucinations/delusions, sleep deprivation, the crash. But the worst part of it was the lingering post-episode realization that I could never fully trust my own thoughts. Years of self-doubt are more than likely the fuel that keeps me medicated.

When I get good news these days, I almost don’t allow myself to feel it. And when I do I can’t tell if the “no breaks LETS FUCKING DO THIS” mindset is beginning, or if this is just happiness.

Simple question turned rant but anyone relate?