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Just got this at 85 agility @ Seer's rooftop!!!!!

A couple years back I struggled quiet badly with Depression and Anxiety. The key to getting through the dark patches is having people look out for you knowing whats wrong. Going at it alone and your going to struggle more. Like you said even the smallest acts of kindness can mean so much more than people realize. I still get down patches now but I know methods for getting through it. Plus found a wonderful woman to share my life with which helps a ton! If anybody needs to talk, feel free to DM me on Disc or here.

grats on the nutter butter pet

Sick! Nice one dude.

I have a bad history with mental health. I'm lucky to be alive. Still an everyday struggle but you keep fighting and learning to cope, you build stronger. Life is precious. Reach out, get help. F the stigma. 11 years of therapy I gave up, it wasn't for me. Or maybe getting sick of therapy was my therapy. Being locked up in the ward for a few weeks in a very dangerous area with horrible people. that'll haunt me forever. I wrote a webpage for it and published it when it all happened, I let the domain expire but you can read it on wordpress if you like. Take care, always feel free to contact me with anything. I've been through a lot , like most people, but mental health issues plague me since I could form memories all the way thru adulthood.... https://dreamshiver.wordpress.com/ an excerpt: " An Introduction to Insanity May 14, 2018 ~ Leave a comment “Brandon, Brandon, Brandon!”, her voice repeated in a loud whisper – yet soothing – in what felt like a divine spirit of some sort speaking to me through some spiritual medium. I must have fallen asleep. I slowly opened my eyes and removed my hat from my face to reveal the blinding fluorescent lighting above, only to realize that there was nobody there. I was alone in [my] room. Again, I closed my eyes and heard the beautiful girl’s voice two more times. I must have fallen asleep yet again – after all, I was awake for about forty hours prior to this. Eyes again opened and this time fully conscious and aware of my surroundings, as I heard the loud conversations and shouts of arguments and violent vomiting from detoxing heroin addicts, it had struck me like baseball bat to the head. I was in the detox unit of the psychiatric ward and there was nobody calling my name. Yet somehow, the clock nearly stood still. It’s likely that no more than two hours or less had passed. To this day that voice still haunts me. Was I dreaming? Was I hallucinating? Was this some divine experience? I’ve never encountered anything like that before in my entire life, and I’ve been used to the nightly fucked up vivid dreams that Prozac has and continues to burden me with for a decade." with love, foxi

I know there are some musicians here... I for one am a hoarder of musical equipment. I play mainly guitar and own 15 guitars. I recently purchased a Mullen G2 SD-10 pedal steel, and am making my way into learning the pedal steel as my secondary instrument -- for jazz/blues, etc... not country, contrary to what the pedal steel is known for. Musicians of WG, post pictures of your instruments here!

Man I want a Rockerverb 50!!! Sweet amp

Ill send a pic of my rig with specs when I get home How'd your pedal steel lesson go @Combustions?

Welcome and good luck

@jameslong123 Glad to see you're interested! Your application is a little light at the moment though, check out the applications that got accepted here for a better idea of what we're looking for. We'd love to get to know you a little more. https://www.wildernessguardians.com/forums/forum/13-join/

Welcome! Congratulations on getting married

Welcome Zeven! Hope to see you at some events soon

Same here Banish. I'm unmedicated ATM for a few reasons, and have been playing OSRS more frequently as a tool to calm myself down. Always happy to talk to anyone about anything, keep you company during a panic attack, whatever you need. Just hit ya girl up and let's duo some demons