u/Whitesweatshirt5

Honest question, is there anyone in this sub who would eat anything E had prepared. I couldn’t, physically couldn’t, not even to be a polite and believe me I am a people pleaser but there is nothing you could do to convince me to eat anything they’d prepared.

I know controversy increases engagement but is it worth it having E on CDWDG? Like, seriously, we know E is beyond filthy, doesn’t wash their hands or even flush the toilet chain, has admitted pissing in the cats litter box and in bottles when they can’t be bothered to get up, they put their shit in a bag round CLAs and have a scat fetish, they have had nits, scabies and balanitis and godknows what else so why would anyone assume they could wash their hands properly and cook food thoroughly?? Let’s not even mention the way they constantly wipe their nose with the palm of their hand, sleep in their clothes and never wash.

I’ve actually made myself feel unwell writing that 😭

I can’t think of a single positive thing E has brought to humanity. Not one.

They aren’t kind
They aren’t trustworthy or honest
They aren’t generous
They aren’t funny
They aren’t clever
They aren’t talented
They aren’t humble
They aren’t grateful
They aren’t clean

They do nothing but lie and take, they would take the last breath from another human for no reason whatsoever.

I don’t think there are many lower than Elphaba and I don’t think they will ever redeem themselves. Just when you think they can’t stoop any lower they manage to waste police time. Again.

I’m just sat wondering if anyone out there can give a single positive thing that E has done or achieved?

Hi, I’ve started this post several times and deleted it again (I suspect I’ll do the same this time), I think I just feel lost.

I’ve been in therapy for PTSD and chronic pain management, in 2019 a surgeon made several errors during a d&c and perforated my abdominal organs leaving me with peritonitis and sepsis, a long stay in ICU left me in severe constant pain, I then had another surgery for scar tissue adhesion and an appendectomy which had been misdiagnosed as diverticula disease, during that surgery my dura my punctured leading to CSF leak, they put my symptoms down to anxiety until I couldn’t stand it, the did an MRI and saw my brain had no fluid around it and was sat on my skull, had a blood patch and spent another 6 months healing. I’m still left with chronic pain, every day, it’s debilitating but I’ve got such mistrust for the NHS I don’t feel like I have medical options left, plus they won’t treat me due to my complex history.

My therapist is amazing, she explains everything thoroughly, last time we spoke she brought up OCD and sent me some studies. I don’t know if I’ve ever related to something so much.

I spend my days trying to do ‘good things’ and trying to get good karma, my brain tells me that the reason these bad things keep happening is that I deserve it. After my surgeries I decided to live life, not let it pass me by anymore but then my father in law got ill and died, the following year my dad had a short, devastating battle with cancer and died, my dog was diagnosed with DCM, my husband had a stroke and a month later got covid.
I’m stuck in this cycle of exhausting myself trying to do good things all the time, I keep my house clean, to a fault, I don’t let anyone help me clean and sort because I need the good rewards and they don’t deserve to have to do jobs around my home, I wave to magpies, sometimes standing at the window waiting for one I thought might have been alone, I’m deathly afraid of spiders but I torture myself making sure they get to safety without injury, I don’t take the last of anything (at home, in a supermarket, in case someone who is worse off needs it. It’s exhausting.

I knew I did these things but they were just actions, now they have a name I don’t know what to do. My therapist said when I get into a cycle of my thoughts to not feed them as it’ll never be enough; I. Spend a lot of time feeling like I should have done more for dad, he had so much left to do and he was a proud man, I should have moved him in with me not a nursing home but then logically I know he was too poorly to live with us, it wouldn’t have been fair on my children but the guilt is a lot.

I am trying to change my thought process but my husband is recovering from a stroke and now Covid too, if I change and bad things continue to happen I know I’ll spiral even more than I already am.

I don’t know if I’ll post this, I don’t know if it makes sense and I don’t know what people can say, maybe I just needed to write it down?

Thank you for reading all this!

I’ll start by saying my dad’s side of the family were spiritualists, I never met any of them, my dad told me some amazing stories but I’ve always been terrified of ghosts/ghost stories and he reassured me by saying I’d only be susceptible to seeing or hearing things if my mind was open and I genuinely feel that my mind hasn’t been open because of how afraid I’ve always been. I’m the type of person whose eyes will water when someone tells me of a scary encounter or during a horror film and I look for logic to dismiss things.

I have been unable to debunk or dismiss my experience, it’s one thing that happened that I’ve known was real.

This happened in 2005, I was staying at my boyfriend’s house, it was an old house, semi-detached on a main road, overlooking fields. I had just had a shower and got dressed and was looking out the bedroom window over the fields and I distinctly remember the view was really lovely, I suddenly got this feeling in the pit of my stomach that someone was stood right behind me, my blood ran cold and my neck felt stiff and frozen cold, I could not move, felt as if someone was right behind me but I could only feel them on my neck, like their breath and in the most gravelly, deep, hoarse voice said ‘look at you, look at you’ a split second later I ran out the room, down the stairs and outside the back where my boyfriend was throwing the ball for his dog (it was his house, no one else lived there, just him and his dog) he was concerned and confused by my hysteria and he said what was weird was the dog suddenly stopped playing and was staring up at the back of the house, my encounter happened at the front.

I didn’t want to stay there again, I’d never felt anything in that house before but I was just hyper aware afterwards and I moved around quickly when I was there.

About a month or so later we were in the garden and the neighbours were chatting about the history of the houses and my boyfriend said I thought I’d had a ghost encounter and they proceeded to tell us that they had an electrician working on the second floor in the same bedroom in their house that my experience had occurred in my boyfriends and he refused to come back, didn’t even want to be paid for the days work he’d done, he said to them a male deep, gravelly voice had said the exact same ‘look at you, look at you’ into his ear. There is no way they knew my experience, they had been on a cruise, they hadn’t been in touch and all parties swore blind they had not spoken for months until this day. Their reactions were genuine, believe me, I wanted to think they were winding me up but they weren’t.

I can’t explain it logically, my boyfriend never had any experience in that house, he said the dog seemed to be weary sometimes but he’s a man of logic and does not read in to anything but he said the look on my face and my reaction coupled with the neighbours story leaves him without doubt.

I just wonder what it was, why me, why then but I do believe that was my paranormal experience.

Just thought I’d share here, it’s not something I often talk about.