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How do I become someone else because I hate being me? I hate it.
I'm in pain, but since I'm not bleeding, I guess it doesn't count. Doctors are stupid. The pain is just crushing my soul today.
Thanks for listening. You don't need to reply. I just needed to vent.
-MistyView Thread
On Friday I suggested that my sister and I make a mother's day visit Saturday morning.
A BAD DECISION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
We walked into the nursing home and she was in a group of ladies watching tv. My sister put her hand on our mothers' shoulder. My mother snapped her head around and said 'who are you'. My sister told her that we were making a mother's day visit and we had a small corsage for her. Our mother said 'I don't know about mother's day and I will not let you put a stupid flower on me. Take your hand off me and don't touch me again. Now get out of here. NOW! GOODBYE!' We were rather stunned with her behavior. For the last 2 years she was pleasant.
We left the tv area and went to find the RN in charge. My sister asked when did our mother made a 180degrees into a bossy and demanding person. He told us that it happened a few weeks. She went to bed peacefully and the next morning she had turned into a monster. We asked if this was just a phase of her dementia and he said it was typical. We asked if there was a possibility she would return to her pleasant behavior. He said it was not likely. He also said he was surprised when she began to fight with the nursing staff and patients. He said if we want to come visit again, don't get too close because she was hitting everyone and anyone.
I walked out the door and had a melt down. My sister held me while I cried. She said she wasn't sure she would return and she said that I should never return.
I'm struggling with chronic lower back pain AND out-of-control fibromyalgia pain. Now I am sliding into a deep depression again. I just can't escape it any more.
I feel so alone.
I want to die. I want to escape the pain in my heart.
And no one will let me.View Thread
I don't have anything great or dismal to report, so I guess that's a good thing. I just finished 2-1/2 hours of mowing, and I am BEAT. My back is hurting me, but I'll be okay by morning. I took a 10-min break when my push mower ran out of gas. I drank a bunch more water, put a cold, wet dish towel behind my neck for a few minutes, then I gassed up the mower and kept going. See? Nothing exciting in my world, but that's a good thing!
I'm hoping to relax with a book tomorrow afternoon. (Fridays and Saturdays are my "weekend.") Also hoping to see a friend tomorrow evening, but it's okay if that doesn't happen.
I saw my PCP today, and I got a 'script for Wellbutrin. I caved and decided I needed some help for the depression. Despite it being spring and doing outdoor work, the depression hangs on. I used to take it for many years, and it wasn't working AS well towards the end, but it's been about a year now since I've taken it, so I'm hoping it will work okay again.
My PCP was asking me some questions related to depression. I'm sure he was just making sure I wasn't suicidal. He asked me if I had any relationship problems. Almost laughed at that one. WHAT relationships??? My family relationships are the best they are going to be, and it's not terrible; I just don't confide deep stuff. I live alone with a couple of pets and for now prefer it that way (shrugs shoulders), and I'm okay with my current friends, etc.
I mean, there was a super close friend that ditched me over a year ago, and that still hurts, but I can't do anything more about it. It's a long story; I'll spare you the details. I sure never saw that coming, but there isn't anything more I can do, and I'm not going to stalk her, ha. I miss her kids, too, though. They were like nieces to me. I knew them their whole lives, and one will graduate high school next year. Sigh.
He asked about "relationships," and it got me to thinking, I guess.
Well, I've RAMBLED on long enough...Hope everyone has a good weekend. Stay safe and keep on that healing journey!
-MistyView Thread
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Thought by now the mum would stop doing stupid s*** but not hardly.Came out the seven eleven to find pictures on the car and we know who done it cause T saw her.Wanna be being stuff like that and thinks it's alright but I think it's cold and heartless.When trying to go about the right way wee are always told don't say or do anything to her.But whose telling her to stop doing dumb stuff that is sure to hurt other people.
Everyone has a breaking point and I'm about to crack.Knock her clean off her shoulders no BS.It's bringing up a lot of crap that we don't have time to deal with.This mess look,feel,smell and taste bad and now have to go to work with all of this in tow.Got about an hour to disconnect the brain from this mess and focus on work or snap.Feel like the system doesn't care until you do something crazy and then they wanna play hero.
Thought the mum,ex and dad by this time would have found some new hobbies.
I WONDER IFView Thread
People keep telling me how wonderful it is that I have my own home, and I do relish the privacy, I do, but sometimes it's just so overwhelming, too.
-MistyView Thread
insisted on calling the crisis team.
hospitalized.
full-dress panic/flashback/psychotic break
crying and screaming
curled in a ball
on the floor
10 mg Haldol
62 hours inpatient.
released.
picked up friend's BF
zipped up North.
helped friend move/clear out apartment.
zipped back down, with cats in tow
put cats in boarding facility
put friend and BF and bus to Omaha
must put cats on plane to Omaha on Saturday
exhausted.
sad.
should still be hospitalized.View Thread
1) If you are a mother, what is your favorite memory of Mother's Day? When a child was born? A favorite home-made card, perhaps?
2) If you need to parent yourself (like me), how will you treat yourself to Mother's Day? This is a novel idea to me, and I will give it some thought!
3) If you are dealing with family, let us know how you will take care of yourself. Family times can be so triggery. Perhaps your ideas will help others.
If I could, I would send everyone a spring bouquet of flowers because we are all mother's to our inner children!View Thread
Please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Took my time and wrote out a long post exposing myself.To the point of feeling bare and it took one hell of a combination to do that.Really dropped below the neck on this one speaking from the heart and not just my head.
This was just meant to be or many reasons.I don't know why but no one needs to know the story.Don't think it'll happen again in this life or maybe it doesn't matter. I love how things pan out sometimes and throw us for a loop.Maybe it wasn't meant to be shared,something so raw to be put out there.
Burning both end of the candle is exhausting but we know how this goes.I think myself for being a dummy and a screw up with the situation at hand.Maybe i'll go buy a bird and teach it how to talk I heard animals are good company.
WYATT>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>View Thread
I don't have anything special to say. I just want to wave hello at everyone.
AZ - don't forget to let us know when your last chemotherapy is done! We need a party around here.
Can't wait. Rose - A friend of mine recently was recommended L-Tryptophan (sp?) by her doctor for sleep, and you really have to watch what brand to get an honest amount, but she swears by it!
Peace to all.
-MistyView Thread
Had all the symptoms of someone with ADD and what seems to be called maladaptive daydreaming (not diagnosed however) for as long as I can remember and I'd just like to request some insight into some things as I really can't face a therapist - though I visited my gp once, concerning my levels who said they'd refer me to a specialist but didn't.
I was abused once by an older male and coincidentally for a period of time by two older females as a child though my family remain unaware. The abuse from the females however took place by them grooming me into believing we were playing a game where I'd have to pretend to be 'their husband' and from the ages of 6-10 after initial resistance they got their ways (separate people/periods).
I spent a few teenage & some adult yrs somehow getting caught up into 'catfishing' across 4 different online identities (3males 1female) one at a time. They started off as just light anonymous chat with no intention of escalating then found myself having to backstory who i 'was' and ended up in intense relationships (sounds crazy online but completely possible). Messed up i know, not proud of it, beat myself up about this for ages. Also just to note I did this while juggling a perfectly what seemed to be 'normal' life as in friends,social,now&then relationships(never at the same time though),education,career etc.
Anyway finally ended the last one (always found a way to end one due to guilt eventually) but feel severe withdrawal symptoms and some anxiety i'm almost not sure what 'myself' is anymore. I realise that this covers numerous things so may find it beneficial to search elsewhere as well for an allrounded response.
So my questions to this section are: Have any of you ever found yourself a 'catfish' or Maladaptive Daydreaming at any point in life?
Could this potentially be linked to my experiences as a child?
If I really dig deep into my subconscious I feel as though those things were maybe a way of me justifying what I went through and making it seem somewhat even 'normal' to the point where I may be vulnerable to becoming disassociated.
And just in general any thoughts/help/advice please?
Thanks for anyone's time.xView Thread
I don't want to trigger anyone but there are some possible trigger things in here.... ************************************************************************************************************************
After I had told my parents what happened to me when I was a child and then abuse from another when I was older ... that finally stopped about 2 years ago... (I know I haven't gone into detail about my past on here yet so bear with me.) my dad told me something that through me for a loop. My oldest sister was abused by someone at her school when she was about 9 or 10. It was a completely different person than had hurt me and more than 10 years apart. (She was 17 years old when I was born.) I was looking at the one picture that I have of her last week and I just started to fall apart right there. As of late I've been struggling to keep moving forward and to keep working on healing. And... well I've said here before that I struggle with "dark thoughts" of hurting myself and while I was looking at her photo I came so close to doing something I would have regretted.
You see... my oldest sister committed suicide when I was 8 years old... I never got the chance to know her very well because she moved out of the house when I was a toddler and then lived out of state. I only have three memories of my sister total... We never found out what exactly had driven her to do it... or at least I was never told because I was so young... but I know that she had tried it several times before. I remember that night my parents got the phone call from her husband so vividly. My mom started crying on the phone with him and suddenly I just knew before she said anything out loud. Though old that pain still feels fresh.
Remembering that pain saved my life twice when I was still going through the abuse... The only thing that kept me from following in her footsteps was the memory of the pain that it had caused me and my family. I vowed that I wouldn't hurt anyone else that way. I couldn't cause my family that pain again. Not again. But still those thoughts fester in the back of my head, that if she wasn't strong enough to deal with everything that had happened to her then maybe I'm not strong enough either.
All that pain went through me again while I looked at her picture and has sent me down to a dark place. This is the short version... I know it's probably choppy and maybe it doesn't even make any sense. I've been sobbing and my brain hurts.I have to step away from the computer for awhile and try to pull myself together. I'm just venting...
RoseView Thread
I just posted this in another discussion: Here is one reason why I believe it is worth fighting for healing and sanity: I've come to realize that the whole abuse situation robbed me of my voice, my right to be heard and believed and I could never make my own decisions. It was like I was a robot. I don't want to give up my right to make my own decisions! Learning to set boundaries, saying, "No," without guilt or retribution - this is all awesome to me...That's just off the top of my head.
I would love to here from everyone else. I don't want anyone to give up! I know some days and weeks and even months we feel like it, but please don't.
Here is a promise from God that has helped me, and I hope you find comfort with these words, too:
"I would have lost heart, unless I had believed that I would see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living. Wait on the Lord; be of good courage, and he will strengthen your heart; wait, I say, on the Lord." Taken from Psalms 27. I like the whole chapter, actually.
-Misty
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My case manager wants to sit on on a therapy session. Mind you, my case manger I have had in my life for nearly a year now. I am a bit more open with her about my past than I am with my therapist, who I've only had around since January. My case manager wants to make sure that I'm telling my therapist about the things I "should" be telling her about... "opening" up to her about the things I "should" be opening up to her about...
TRIGGERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I want to hang my head at the shame of what has happened.
I want to hide.
I want to scream and cry and tear myself to bits until I never can put Humpty Dumpty together again!
The horror of it all...
Nightmarish quality of it ...
I remember being at the hospital one summer (during one of my many, many admissions) and the reason I was there was because it was an anniversary date of a particularly bad abuse event... the psychiatrist wanted to know what was bothering me so I told him. He said bluntly to me "That wasn't rape. That was two teenagers fooling around." I came out of his office blindsided and crying, clawing at my face, screaming that I was going to kill myself... it earned me a one-to-one observation for more than a week.
I (perhaps unwisely) have read a post down the page marked "TRIGGERS." ... and I, too, have injured myself there. I have scraped until I was dripping dark, viscous blood. I have cut until the blood flowing out of me could have easily passed as a period. I had to go to the emergency room one time because I made the mistake of telling someone once about what I did. They examined me and I cried the whole time and they didn't bat an eyelash. It turned out that I had cut my cervix. I don't know what other damage there ever was... or if there was permanent damage. They did put me on antibiotic and give me a tetanus shot.
God I hate this.
I hate this.
hate this.
this.
siht
siht etah.
Easier to descend into madness than to face the truth of what has really happened.View Thread
ANXIETY SUCKS!
PTSD SUCKS!
BORDERLINE PERSONALITY SUCKS!
Right now I am in the deep and dark hole in the ground. I see nothing positive. I am nothing. I take up a lot of room because I am fat, stupid, ugly and worthless.
And the worse thing? I am the world's best pretender that I am alright.
MaryView Thread
A healing journey - part 4 - feeding the beast
August 1, 1989
I awake from my dreamless sleep and bound out of bed full of energy and plans. As I manically race to get dress and begin all the projects in my head I pause to tell my reflection. "I'm okay! I don't need therapy. I can quit now I'm all healed. I have put the monsters to bed and I won! I'm cured" I flash my self my I-cheat-in-scrabble-smile and brush my wild long dark hair.
Ste weary watches and begins setting up the safety net. He knows I will come plummeting down from that mood. He stays close.
August 3, 1989
Well it has been decided. i'm going back to school to be a teacher - none of this nurse stuff, I really want to teach! Guess what I did! I hacked 6 INCHES off my hair! I LOVE IT! For once I didn't do it out of punishment of need to make my self ugly. I just did to change my style to a more adult sophisticated style. I feel like it would take a [deleted> freight train to
stop me now! I'm going to be a teacher!! I'm going to live! I have to I want to!!
Ste paces restlessly in my head on constant vigil. He is not fooled by my sunny disposition.
Sept 4, 1989
7:00am
Brother and his wife are here. I just can't go over and see them. I am SOOO BLEEPING JEALOUS HE HAS A WIFE AND KIDS!! someone to love him. Me I am just alone, always alone. It bothers me to see them, any of my brothers. All I see are people unaffected by what we have been through. Why was I affected so? They can marry hand have a happy life life but NO Paja she is always alone ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS. I HATE IT I HATE IT!!! IT IS NOT FAIR! I am so jealous.
I see it as a mark on my soul that they can come out of the family unscathed and I can't.
11:30 pm
While dressing for work I decided I'ld rather be crazy and insane, because sanity offered me nothing. Was ready to quit therapy and hypnotherapy. Had it all planned, dressed in black and oozing coldness and craziness I'ld go tell everyone that if the only way my family would accept me was crazy then I would be crazy and forever sick so I could fit in.
Realized I have to be sane for me. I have to quit looking at my life through others eyes and life my life for me. TAKE CARE OF ME!
I'm tired of being alone. I'm not good company for my self.
September 11,1989
ANGRY. i just don't care anymore. I wanta stop and just jell in a state of inactivity. I have no energy for school, life or me. Yup depression time. But it will pass. It has to, I couldn't life like this forever. It will
pass, it always does. I must hang on. I knew it would be hard to fight my selves over the self mutilation. I just want to freak out and go on a
rampage and clean all the anger out of my system....but it is a bottomless pit of anger and it would consume me.
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What's your favorite movie or movies?
What's your favorite type of music?
What do you like to listen to so you can relax?
Do you know how to play an instrument or is there one you would like to learn?
RoseView Thread
... That is, until I get to call people about my student loan stuff and **kablooie** we'll see what happens, now won't we?
(Breathe, R, breathe. Keep breathing. Keep breathing.)View Thread
Just
Need
Some
Time and can't get it.
Soooooooooooo tired. Physically, emotionally...everything.
No replies needed. Just getting some stuff out of my head.
Ups an downs. Just in a down. Trying to hold on until it passes.
-mistyView Thread
A million thoughts going through mind so it may not make sense.Then again when do we make sense to anyone.That's the way E unfolded it to me.Some words of advice you don't need to reply cause today we are not playing nice for many reasons.What comes out may not be what one wants to hear and trying to avoid connect like some have been doing lately.Don't want no one to get hurt by the words that will be release but we only have two to consider when thinking of it.
There's not enough hours in the day for what needs to be done.Pulling anyway from ten til sixteen hours of work and lack of sleep is a mutha.Don't have the feeling of be free to unburden,so broken and tired souls.Refuse to connect to humans cause haven't came across anyone like me really,someone like me not just my situation.Haven't gotten use to it just learn to ignore it and sunk to close level.There's no positive sign nearby or anywhere,seems like there's more years behind us then what's ahead.
Someone tried to navigate away of thinking but the only one you have to rely on is you.It's been a strange trip and it's easy to say nothing is impossible.That's for those who have got all the resources but everyone has their own ideas and definition of things.Which is OK cause everyone is different with injecting their own thoughts into others thoughts.Some of us are costume fitted when it comes to that area.
GOTTA BE OUT.............WView Thread
(please note the dates...this stuff is all in the past. These are actual entry's from my journals.)
A healing journey part three - In the belly of the beast
March 30, 1988
well it is official - we are switching to the HMO insurance on May 1st. I am
not dealing well with this news. This means I lose my mental health
coverage. I am not ready to stop therapy!! AAAGGHHH!!! I am scared and
feeling abandoned.
April 19, 1988
at work. yesterday I was going to leave work drive home and OD on drugs and kill me self. i had to call Richard last night cause I wanted to harm my
self. The first time I hung up just as he answered. (he had given me his
home # - this was the first of two times I bothered him at home. I never
abused the trust of the number being given to me. Even today I find that to
be a powerful gesture from him. He gave me his home number, He wanted me to be able to reach him in an emergency. He cared that much about my safety.)
The second time my body walked away from the phone so I couldn't hang up. We talked for about 8 minutes. I'm beginning to understand what this fight inside is all about. The VERY STRONG part of me that has kept me safe and alive all those years is not willing to let the new me live. It feels
threatened. It is not going to be easy but I must find a way to pacify it
and reassure it that I can be in an up state and still in control.
April 21, 1998
The look of concern in Richards eyes told me all I needed to know, he really does care. There was a hint of panic in his voice as we talked. He kept telling me he cares about me and that he's grown to like me. Another person tangled in my web. People who I love or care about or need, all leave me hurt or die on me. The various sides of me wants to die. No more hate, an eternal peace, a calm , a hush.
April 30, 1988
He sits there listening to me sob as I tell him the insurance is gone next
week and this will have to be our last session. My gut is twisted and torn,
part of me wanting to run back, part of me wanting to run forward.
He hands me a tissue and says, "Paja our work here isn't finished."
I wail "I can't pay you the 60 dollars and hour!"
He gently tells me, "I will continue seeing you for the co-pay amount."
My blood freezes....the room is deathly still. I look at the 10.00 bill in
my hand. The magnitude of this gesture is HUGE. F'in HUGE MAN.
"you are going to take a 50 dollar and hour pay cut to work with me? WHY!?" I demand.
He smiles and his brown eyes sparkle, "cause you are worth it to me."
That gesture knocked off a lot of bricks off my walls. I don't think he
realized just how HUGE that was to me. He kept his word and continued to see me for the 10.00 an hour. He never set a limit on our therapy, he never
asked for a raise. He saw me for another year and 1/2 for that amount.
Later that year when I could afford it, I gave him a raise of 5.00 and hour. He raised his eyebrows when I handed over the 15.00.
"What's this?" He reminded me of our agreement.
I smiled. "I'm giving all my employees raises."
He got a happy look on his face and with hind sight I know what he must have been thinking. I bet he was thinking.."Win for the Paja team. She is healing and seeing the value of our work and that she is worth this investment."
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POSSIBLE TRIGGER*****************************************************************************************************************
This is just kind of a random post I guess. It doesn't seem to have anything to do with SA but I don't want to trigger anyone so I did that just in case.
I don't know why but for the last week or so I've had nightmare after nightmare every single night. They usually wake me up and then when I fall asleep again there is a new one. I have no idea why. I wouldn't worry too much about it normally but the nightmares seem to keep getting worse every night... I've gotten to the point where I purposefully try to keep myself awake as long as I can to avoid them. Like I said above though, they aren't overtly about my SA issues... I'm just not sure why I'm having them like this or what I can do to help stop them.
Just venting I guess.
RoseView Thread
My therapist had never worked with a client who self mutilated. In hind
sight that was truly a blessing. He had no idea about SIV (self inflicted
violence), no preconceived treatment plans or biases. We learned about it
together. In my attempts to educate him about it, I in turn had no choice
but to learn my self. He was the perfect T for me. A pleasant older male who kept his distance and never tried to touch me. I value his professionalism and his ability to keep us on track. I loved his humor and his easy going manner. His giant collie dog frequented out sessions.
It was nice to be treated both by a human and a four legged. After the intake interview the sexual abuse was not mentioned again till I was ready to discuss it. Richard never probed or brought it up till I reintroduced the subject at the later date when I was ready to delve into it.
We talked initially about how I was treated by others, and how I felt
like an alien.
He asked "are you human?"
"No" I replied.
" animal?" he asked gesturing to the sleeping dog at his feet.
"no" I whisper fighting tears. "i'm not good enough to be an animal" He waited patiently as I fought internal battles. "i am nothing, I am dust, I don't feel like I belong on this planet, I feel like I was dropped off and my race is gone. I am a crack child. (the true meaning of the word - a space between two objects) I belong no where. I exist between light and the dark. I am like a missing link."
He sighed deeply and I saw pain in his eyes. "Paja we have to get you
reconnect with your people."
I fracture out again and again as different parts of me bubble in quick
succession to the surface. WE ARE SCARED. WE ARE FRIGHTENED. WE ARE ALONE. SO ALONE. WHAT YOU SPEAK OF IS OVERWHELMING. YOU SPEAK OF HOPE.
HOPE.
THAT DOUBLE-EDGED WORD THAT ALWAYS ENDS UP HURTING YOU.
WE ARE SCARED.
I take a deep breath and close my eyes to stop the visual stimulus and calm my children. I open my eyes and at last speak to him in a small child's voice, "how do we do that?"
In my head I hear Ste say hesitantly. "Trenta RA" [ my secret language for
"follow Richard">.
We start down the path.
Richard suggests STRONGLY I get off graveyard shift and work a shift where there are people.
"I HATE people." I snarl angrily, the internal rage blazing. My protecting
walls pulled up around me, barricading me in, closing me off from further
discussion.
"I am a people" he says cautiously.
I allow Little Jacky to answer for me "Everyone is a foe till proven
otherwise."
"Paja in order for this to work you have to trust me."
I am gone. Lost behind my walls in the darkness of my madness. Hope? trust? what the hell?? why can't he understand that: ALL I KNOW IS HATE - PAIN- ANGER- FEAR. that is all we speak. I have NEVER felt trust. that emotion/state of being is foreign to me. My distrust of everyone in the world has kept me alive. He is asking the impossible. My feelings long ago bottled up and hidden away...or worse killed all together by the abuse.
"can you trust me?" he asks. "or at least give me a chance to earn your
trust.?" He addresses me as if I am a fox caught in a trap.
I ponder his words as I feel my foot being bit by the cold steel trap. What
choices do I have?
Allow this man to help guide me and strive to live a better life...or...chew
off my leg and scurry away and remain wounded and injured for ever.
I go internal and face my selves. The children are cowering behind Ste,
frightened and crying. I look at Ste and his ice blue eyes meet mine. We speak volumes without uttering a word.
we are tired of the pain. we are tired of fighting the madness, we are
tired of living everyday, every second in a state of constant suisidalness.
We nod in unison.
I speak to Richard. "yes...yes we will give you a chance."
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* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * TRIGGER * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
USE CAUTION IF YOU ARE NOT SAFE.
This story doesn't have a happy beginning, or middle, but damn it it has a happy ending. I know because I am living it every day.
For me my journey is wrapped up tightly with self injury so there is much talk of that in here. Be prepared and stay safe. Its not terribly graphic as when I first posted it Caprice wouldn't let me get away with crap LOL.
For anyone reading along who doesn't know, I have Dissocitive Identity Disorder DID aka multiple personalities, you will hear me mentioning them in the story.
We used to be able to post longer posts so I will need to chop this up into segments. First peice will be a test to make sure all the spacing issues are okay.View Thread
I will warn you right up front its triggering as all heck, but healing in the same breath.
I will try to behave myself and only post one segment a day, to give you something to look forward too each day.
Peace be the journeyView Thread
-MistyView Thread
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