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"I am worried about being able to stay sober sustainably for a long period of time. I am also worried that when I stop numbing myself, I’d feel misery and anxiety having to deal with life problems without a quick outlet. What if I'm too used to the variety I get in pornography? What if I feel unfulfilled in my marriage after quitting? What if there's a mismatch in our sex drives? At the same time I want to become a better me. I am tired of living a lie, hiding my trails, and carrying the shame of my weakness with me. I want to be free to pursue interests and hobbies and focus on work and family, and just be in control of how I spend my time." This was the internal conflict that a new client of mine was having about his pornography and masturbation addiction: He wanted to change but at the same time he did not want to change. He could quit but then what? What about all the things that pornography was temporarily satisfying for him? He did not have solutions for these issues: ...issues like his feelings of anxiety all the time. ...his inability to sleep at night. ...his struggles with difficult emotions. ...his marital problems and challenges. ...his stress at work. Porn and acting out sexually allowed him to temporarily escape from it all. To quit meant waking up to the painful reality around him and facing his challenges without his pain reliever. Here’s what is interesting though... By the end of our session, he felt optimistic, hopeful, and most importantly he walked away with a blueprint for change... Before he felt jaded because what he had did not work but now he was ready to do the work that would bring about the long lasting change that he so desired. Why am I sharing all of this with you? This client's optimism was as a result of me sharing the 8-step SYSTEM we teach at Purify Your Gaze for overcoming pornography and sexual addiction. I've put it together for you in a 3-hour workshop that you can learn more about here ➡ http://bit.ly/choosingfreedom Not only will your participation
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'Darkness.' This was his first thought after waking up. 'Where am I?' He tried to move his limbs, but the sensation of touch had something amiss from what he was used to. 'Wait, I can think!' 'I clearly remember getting shot in the chest by those gangsters. Am I in a coma?' He tried again to move or open his eyes, but the only thing he could feel was the sensation of being cramped, and the only thing he could see was darkness. 'I guess I'm still alive. It seems that I can't even achieve a quick death in my life. Well, at least it's warm in here.' There was a constant warmth in his body, making the environment quite cozy. 'At least after I wake up, my parents will let me off the hook for a while. Maybe I should take this chance to get away from that house and go abroad, there should be at least a cleaning service hiring me.' He thought of the possibility of exploiting that near-death experience as a mean to break free from the cage he called home. He considered how his parents would react once he said to them that he would drop the university to be a dishwasher. 'Dad will not make too much trouble for me, but mum will surely go crazy. Nowadays, the only thing I can do at home without starting a fight is reading. Maybe I will lose that too.' Since he remembered, he loved playing games, reading books, and getting drunk. He found anything else annoying, and this severely affected his school career since high school. So, the situation in his house grew more and more difficult for him to sustain as his parents would rather yell all the time than accept that the university wasn't fit for him. 'I guess a big part of that situation is my fault, after all, I've spent most of my life being drunk or isolated in some book. Not a good job as a son indeed.' Regret emerged in him after he thought that. If he had known better at that time, he would've not used booze as a mean to vent, and maybe the situation in his family would have been more peaceful. 'Well, I can't change what has already happened, and I didn't really have many options to keep myself cool while pretending all the time.' When he was fourteen, he figured out that something was not entirely right with him. He would see his friends going after girls or pretty clothing, emphasizing love and social status in a group of people. Yet, he only felt curiosity toward sex without ever being able to really bind with someone. As for human society, he saw it as a bunch of rules created by humans to force them to live together. 'Aren't those rules created by men? As a man, I should have the right to ignore them and live the way I want to.' Time kept on passing while he was thinking, without him noticing that his thinking speed was way lower than usual. 'In the end, it's a world ruled by money. If you have it, you can do whatever you want; if not, you can only end up in one of the gears of society, accumulating money till the moment you die.' 'What a pitiful way of living. You are forced by the rules of humans to work to accumulate pieces of paper, while those have value only thanks to the same rules you are obeying. True freedom is only achievable by gathering enough paper. Is there even value on living a life like this?' His reasoning would stop from time to time as he would sleep or try to wake up his body. In this way, days passed. 'Maybe I'm in a permanent coma, and I will have to wait for true death to be freed from this darkness.' The darkness surrounding him started to affect his mood, the only thing keeping him sane was the warm feeling in his body. It was at that point that light appeared in the world of darkness, which seemed to get bigger as time passed by. 'Finally, a change! I should follow th---' Suddenly, some kind of compression pushed him from the cramped space he was in towards the light. It seemed to be a slow and painful process of which he felt the pressure. After some time, the world of darkness became a world of light so bright that his eyes hurt. He started hearing some cheers and voices speaking an unknown language. When his
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'Darkness.' This was his first thought after waking up. 'Where am I?' He tried to move his limbs, but the sensation of touch had something amiss from what he was used to. 'Wait, I can think!' 'I clearly remember getting shot in the chest by those gangsters. Am I in a coma?' He tried again to move or open his eyes, but the only thing he could feel was the sensation of being cramped, and the only thing he could see was darkness. 'I guess I'm still alive. It seems that I can't even achieve a quick death in my life. Well, at least it's warm in here.' There was a constant warmth in his body, making the environment quite cozy. 'At least after I wake up, my parents will let me off the hook for a while. Maybe I should take this chance to get away from that house and go abroad, there should be at least a cleaning service hiring me.' He thought of the possibility of exploiting that near-death experience as a mean to break free from the cage he called home. He considered how his parents would react once he said to them that he would drop the university to be a dishwasher. 'Dad will not make too much trouble for me, but mum will surely go crazy. Nowadays, the only thing I can do home without starting a fight is reading. Maybe I will lose that too.' Since he remembered, he loved playing games, reading books, and getting drunk. He found anything else annoying, and this severely affected his school career since high school. So, the situation in his house grew more and more difficult for him to sustain as his parents would rather yell all the time than accept that the university wasn't fit for him. 'I guess a big part of that situation is my fault, after all, I've spent most of my life being drunk or isolated in some book. Not a good job as a son indeed.' After he thought that, regret emerged in him. If he had known better at that time, he would've not used booze as a mean to vent, and maybe the situation in his family would have been more peaceful. 'Well, I can't change what has already happened, and I didn't really have many options to keep myself cool while pretending all the time.' When he was fourteen, he figured out that something was not entirely right with him. He would see his friends going after girls or pretty clothing, emphasizing love, and social status in a group of people. Yet, he only felt curiosity toward sex without ever being able to really bind with someone. As for human society, he saw it as a bunch of rules created by humans to force them to live together. 'Aren't those rules created by men? As a man, I should have the right to ignore them and live the way I want to.' Time kept on passing while he was thinking, without him noticing that his thinking speed was way lower than usual. 'In the end, it's a world ruled by money. If you have it, you can do whatever you want; if not, you can only end up in one of the gears of society, accumulating money till the moment you die.' 'What a pitiful way of living. You are forced by the rules of humans to work to accumulate pieces of paper, while those have value only thanks to the same rules you are obeying. True freedom is only achievable by gathering enough paper. Is there even value on living a life like this?' His reasoning would stop from time to time as he would sleep or try to wake up his body. In this way, days passed. 'Maybe I'm in a permanent coma, and I will have to wait for true death to be freed from this darkness.' The darkness surrounding him started to affect his mood, the only thing keeping him sane was the warm feeling in his body. It was at that point that light appeared in the world of darkness, which seemed to get bigger as time passed by. 'Finally, a change! I should follow th---' Suddenly, some kind of compression pushed him from the cramped space he was in towards the light. It seemed to be a slow and painful process of which he felt the pressure. After some time, the world of darkness became a world of light so bright that his eyes hurt. He started hearing some cheers and voices speaking an unknown language. When his eyes
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"Just a testimony I want to share with you" Obviously before 17th December 2017 I wasn't a born again Christian & I knew nothing about God or how to have a relationship with Jesus.. My life was a complete mess.. Severe drug addict, drug dealer all my life involved in organised crime, partying, sex, gambling had 6, diagnosis for mentel health even tried taking my own life 4 times but God had a plan for me.. Since coming to Christ my life has completely changed, I'm not perfect but all my mentel health has gone I was on 6 different types of medication a day, I'm no longer a drug addict I live a healthy life now.. I don't quite understand why I get all this revelation from God, but the fact is I do from the Holy spirit that dwells inside me.. Every Pastor I saw they said God just wants you to rest & have peace... On one hand I was fighting Satan, attack, after attack, after attack, the other I was wrestling God. I didn't want to relax I wanted to know what the will of God is in my life, so every night I would pray that God downloads me the blueprints of my life because I knew he had something big for me.. On 9th of April the day after my birthday I was in Coventry I just wanted to get away for few days on my own chill out in a spa hotel. Well day after my birthday I put my gym clothes on ready to do some training & I heard God say he wants me to go into Coventry City & share my testimony with the homeless... I got back charged quick I got in my car & drove into the city & spoke to a few people sharing my faith & testimony... That was a big thing for me to go out onn my own and do that. That night God gave me the ministry & the name "Bad Boy to ministry uk" Since that day I went off on my own in my car & went on a spiritual quest to find God.. I done a good Friday outreach with "Tough Talk" went & met with Sam Childers (machine gun preacher) who has a orphanage in Sudan visited many churches & went in a prison to help someone that was looking at 4 years, but they got released in 4 months... (power of prayer).. 17th December 2019 was my second year anniversary of being saved. Every year on this date something happens. I came down with what I believe was coronavirus I had all the symptoms. Sore throat, fever, very bad cough for 2 weeks I was very ill. I was weak in the body but strong in the spirit & I went into heavy communion with God & he downloaded all the blue prints that I prayed for, I got diary packed full of stuff that God was talking to me about.. He confirmed he wanted me to start Bad Boy to ministry uk, God gave me scripture, signs, visions, revelation everything for 2 weeks non stop, but he told to wait & not launch it yet.. I now why because of what's coming this year, things are not good, not good at all.. 5 weeks ago God gave me the green light to launch the ministry right in the middle of a global pandemic.. ☢️.. So I did & the ministry has been running since 9th April 2019, but made it official 5 weeks ago. Now I go wherever the Holy spirit takes me, now sorting out printing off my testimony & just done my own baptism certificates with help from not just my best friend also my boxing coach & brother in Christ.. Thanks for all the people that support & pray for the ministry as I do suffer great attacks but no weapon formed against me or the ministry will ever prosper in Jesus name I don't deserve this & I take no credit for any of this all glory goes to God. I'm just a nobody telling everybody about somebody that can save anybody.. His name is "JESUS" ◄ Philippians 3:14 ► I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus.
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'Darkness.' This was his first thought after waking up. 'Where am I?' He tried to move his limbs, but the sensation of touch had something amiss from what he was used to. 'Wait, I can think!' 'I clearly remember getting shot in the chest by those gangsters. Am I in a coma?' He tried again to move or open his eyes, but the only thing he could feel was the sensation of being cramped, and the only thing he could see was darkness. 'I guess I'm still alive. It seems that I can't even achieve a quick death in my life. Well, at least it's warm in here.' There was a constant warmth in his body, making the environment quite cozy. 'At least after I wake up, my parents will let me off the hook for a while. Maybe I should take this chance to get away from that house and go abroad, there should be at least a cleaning service hiring me.' He thought of the possibility of exploiting that near-death experience as a mean to break free from the cage he called home. He considered how his parents would react once he said to them that he would drop the university to be a dishwasher. 'Dad will not make too much trouble for me, but mum will surely go crazy. Nowadays, the only thing I can do home without starting a fight is reading. Maybe I will lose that too.' Since he remembered, he loved playing games, reading books, and getting drunk. He found anything else annoying, and this severely affected his school career since high school. So, the situation in his house grew more and more difficult for him to sustain as his parents would rather yell all the time than accept that the university wasn't fit for him. 'I guess a big part of that situation is my fault, after all, I've spent most of my life being drunk or isolated in some book. Not a good job as a son indeed.' After he thought that, regret emerged in him. If he had known better at that time, he would've not used booze as a mean to vent, and maybe the situation in his family would have been more peaceful. 'Well, I can't change what has already happened, and I didn't really have many options to keep myself cool while pretending all the time.' When he was fourteen, he figured out that something was not entirely right with him. He would see his friends going after girls or pretty clothing, emphasizing love, and social status in a group of people. Yet, he only felt curiosity toward sex without ever being able to really bind with someone. As for human society, he saw it as a bunch of rules created by humans to force them to live together. 'Aren't those rules created by men? As a man, I should have the right to ignore them and live the way I want to.' Time kept on passing while he was thinking, without him noticing that his thinking speed was way lower than usual. 'In the end, it's a world ruled by money. If you have it, you can do whatever you want; if not, you can only end up in one of the gears of society, accumulating money till the moment you die.' 'What a pitiful way of living. You are forced by the rules of humans to work to accumulate pieces of paper, while those have value only thanks to the same rules you are obeying. True freedom is only achievable by gathering enough paper. Is there even value on living a life like this?' His reasoning would stop from time to time as he would sleep or try to wake up his body. In this way, days passed. 'Maybe I'm in a permanent coma, and I will have to wait for true death to be freed from this darkness.' The darkness surrounding him started to affect his mood, the only thing keeping him sane was the warm feeling in his body. It was at that point that light appeared in the world of darkness, which seemed to get bigger as time passed by. 'Finally, a change! I should follow th---' Suddenly, some kind of compression pushed him from the cramped space he was in towards the light. It seemed to be a slow and painful process of which he felt the pressure. After some time, the world of darkness became a world of light so bright that his eyes hurt. He started hearing some cheers and voices speaking an unknown language. When his eyes
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'Darkness.' This was his first thought after waking up. 'Where am I?' He tried to move his limbs, but the sensation of touch had something amiss from what he was used to. 'Wait, I can think!' 'I clearly remember getting shot in the chest by those gangsters. Am I in a coma?' He tried again to move or open his eyes, but the only thing he could feel was the sensation of being cramped, and the only thing he could see was darkness. 'I guess I'm still alive. It seems that I can't even achieve a quick death in my life. Well, at least it's warm in here.' There was a constant warmth in his body, making the environment quite cozy. 'At least after I wake up, my parents will let me off the hook for a while. Maybe I should take this chance to get away from that house and go abroad, there should be at least a cleaning service hiring me.' He thought of the possibility of exploiting that near-death experience as a mean to break free from the cage he called home. He considered how his parents would react once he said to them that he would drop the university to be a dishwasher. 'Dad will not make too much trouble for me, but mum will surely go crazy. Nowadays, the only thing I can do home without starting a fight is reading. Maybe I will lose that too.' Since he remembered, he loved playing games, reading books, and getting drunk. He found anything else annoying, and this severely affected his school career since high school. So, the situation in his house grew more and more difficult for him to sustain as his parents would rather yell all the time than accept that the university wasn't fit for him. 'I guess a big part of that situation is my fault, after all, I've spent most of my life being drunk or isolated in some book. Not a good job as a son indeed.' After he thought that, regret emerged in him. If he had known better at that time, he would've not used booze as a mean to vent, and maybe the situation in his family would have been more peaceful. 'Well, I can't change what has already happened, and I didn't really have many options to keep myself cool while pretending all the time.' When he was fourteen, he figured out that something was not entirely right with him. He would see his friends going after girls or pretty clothing, emphasizing love, and social status in a group of people. Yet, he only felt curiosity toward sex without ever being able to really bind with someone. As for human society, he saw it as a bunch of rules created by humans to force them to live together. 'Aren't those rules created by men? As a man, I should have the right to ignore them and live the way I want to.' Time kept on passing while he was thinking, without him noticing that his thinking speed was way lower than usual. 'In the end, it's a world ruled by money. If you have it, you can do whatever you want; if not, you can only end up in one of the gears of society, accumulating money till the moment you die.' 'What a pitiful way of living. You are forced by the rules of humans to work to accumulate pieces of paper, while those have value only thanks to the same rules you are obeying. True freedom is only achievable by gathering enough paper. Is there even value on living a life like this?' His reasoning would stop from time to time as he would sleep or try to wake up his body. In this way, days passed. 'Maybe I'm in a permanent coma, and I will have to wait for true death to be freed from this darkness.' The darkness surrounding him started to affect his mood, the only thing keeping him sane was the warm feeling in his body. It was at that point that light appeared in the world of darkness, which seemed to get bigger as time passed by. 'Finally, a change! I should follow th---' Suddenly, some kind of compression pushed him from the cramped space he was in towards the light. It seemed to be a slow and painful process of which he felt the pressure. After some time, the world of darkness became a world of light so bright that his eyes hurt. He started hearing some cheers and voices speaking an unknown language. When his eyes
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Synopsis Lily Yan and Yurou Yan are sisters, when Yurou, the elder one, is about to get married to Shawn Xiao, however, Lily becomes the bride instead; for Lily is set up by a carefully planned scheme by Yurou that the man she is to marry is a cold-blooded guy who is also known as a lady-killer as well as an "Emperor" in the business world. Shawn looks cold in appearance, regarding women even beautiful ones as nothing. But as he approaches Lily, his passions toward the opposite sex were mysteriously aroused, and his love and care for her increase day by day since then. As Lily is being indulged in such conjugal bliss, all of a sudden, a divorce certificate is placed right before her eyes, "Leave the child and you are free to go..." What happens to Shawn, how could he conceive the idea of getting a divorce? There are too many ups and downs in the whole book, the plot thickens along with the stories... Chapter 1: I was insulted? Tonight was so dark that one couldn’t even see the hands. On a secluded road in the countryside, a young girl was pedaling the bicycle back home, with her heart in the throat out of fear. Bang! Suddenly, there was a loud crash behind her. Then a sports car brushed past her in a graceful arc and crashed into a ditch by the side of the road, splashing a patch of mud. "Ah........" Lily Yan was shaken by a strong shock and fell off the bike with a scream, sitting on the ground with hand holding the head. She stared blankly at the upside-down sports car, unable to come back to her senses. A car accident? "Uh-" After a brief silence, a pained whimper came from the car, it was a man. "Hey, how are you?" Lily Yan asked anxiously. Lily Yan couldn't think too much of it, so she rushed over to the car, pounding on the frame anxiously, "Don't be afraid, I'll get someone to save you." Just then, two beams of strong headlights swept over. A car was coming! Lily Yan was overjoyed. She ran over and quickly waved hands, ''Hi! Please stop and help me!" But the car didn’t stop but sped up and drove away. “Whew!" She exhaled in disappointment, jumped into the ditch, and desperately tried her best to pull the damaged car door out. Ka-chow! She felt a pang of pain in her arm. The tremendous tension forced both her arms to strain. Fortunately, the car door was yanked open. With a fresh smell of blood, a long-figured man emerged from inside the car and grabbed her ankle with one hand, said in a unsteady voice, "Help...me..." His hands were so hot! Lily Yan’s hands shook due to his too high body temperature, she supported the man's shoulders and said sincerely, "I'll help you, I won't leave an injured person behind." "Thanks, I'll repay you," the man's voice was extremely low, with a magnetic charm. He was a young man. Hearing him finish, Lily Yan suddenly blushed, "I don't need anything in return - ah!" Before she could finish her words, she suddenly felt as though her head was spinning, that she was heavily pressed down by the man and the dangerous masculinity surrounded her... "What do you...um" Her lips were suddenly kissed. She suddenly opened her eyes wide and her mind went blank. Her first kiss! "Quick! Help me!" The man kissed her at random, gasped, and unbuttoned her with one hand. " Keep your hands off me..." Lily pushed hard against his chest, and then pulled back her hands because she had hurt her hands badly to save him. But she did not expect him to bite the hand that fed him and pressed her under him. "Uh--" the medicinal effect on Shawn Xiao 's body continued to kick in, and the itching in his body was like a thousand ants crawling on him. Surprisingly, the girl's soft body became his best antidote. Ignoring the girl's bitter pleading, he forcefully took possession of her.... "Ah!" The unprecedented pain came over the body, and Lily Yan's body trembled as her nails sank viciously into the man's back, leaving four long, deep scratches..... "I'm sorry, I was drugged with aphrodisiacs by somebody." he realized the girl's violent reaction, and Shawn Xiao ea
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'Darkness.' This was his first thought after waking up. 'Where am I?' He tried to move his limbs, but the sensation of touch had something amiss from what he was used to. 'Wait, I can think!' 'I clearly remember getting shot in the chest by those gangsters. Am I in a coma?' He tried again to move or open his eyes, but the only thing he could feel was the sensation of being cramped, and the only thing he could see was darkness. 'I guess I'm still alive. It seems that I can't even achieve a quick death in my life. Well, at least it's warm in here.' There was a constant warmth in his body, making the environment quite cozy. 'At least after I wake up, my parents will let me off the hook for a while. Maybe I should take this chance to get away from that house and go abroad, there should be at least a cleaning service hiring me.' He thought of the possibility of exploiting that near-death experience as a mean to break free from the cage he called home. He considered how his parents would react once he said to them that he would drop the university to be a dishwasher. 'Dad will not make too much trouble for me, but mum will surely go crazy. Nowadays, the only thing I can do home without starting a fight is reading. Maybe I will lose that too.' Since he remembered, he loved playing games, reading books, and getting drunk. He found anything else annoying, and this severely affected his school career since high school. So, the situation in his house grew more and more difficult for him to sustain as his parents would rather yell all the time than accept that the university wasn't fit for him. 'I guess a big part of that situation is my fault, after all, I've spent most of my life being drunk or isolated in some book. Not a good job as a son indeed.' After he thought that, regret emerged in him. If he had known better at that time, he would've not used booze as a mean to vent, and maybe the situation in his family would have been more peaceful. 'Well, I can't change what has already happened, and I didn't really have many options to keep myself cool while pretending all the time.' When he was fourteen, he figured out that something was not entirely right with him. He would see his friends going after girls or pretty clothing, emphasizing love, and social status in a group of people. Yet, he only felt curiosity toward sex without ever being able to really bind with someone. As for human society, he saw it as a bunch of rules created by humans to force them to live together. 'Aren't those rules created by men? As a man, I should have the right to ignore them and live the way I want to.' Time kept on passing while he was thinking, without him noticing that his thinking speed was way lower than usual. 'In the end, it's a world ruled by money. If you have it, you can do whatever you want; if not, you can only end up in one of the gears of society, accumulating money till the moment you die.' 'What a pitiful way of living. You are forced by the rules of humans to work to accumulate pieces of paper, while those have value only thanks to the same rules you are obeying. True freedom is only achievable by gathering enough paper. Is there even value on living a life like this?' His reasoning would stop from time to time as he would sleep or try to wake up his body. In this way, days passed. 'Maybe I'm in a permanent coma, and I will have to wait for true death to be freed from this darkness.' The darkness surrounding him started to affect his mood, the only thing keeping him sane was the warm feeling in his body. It was at that point that light appeared in the world of darkness, which seemed to get bigger as time passed by. 'Finally, a change! I should follow th---' Suddenly, some kind of compression pushed him from the cramped space he was in towards the light. It seemed to be a slow and painful process of which he felt the pressure. After some time, the world of darkness became a world of light so bright that his eyes hurt. He started hearing some cheers and voices speaking an unknown language. When his eyes
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'Darkness.' This was his first thought after waking up. 'Where am I?' He tried to move his limbs, but the sensation of touch had something amiss from what he was used to. 'Wait, I can think!' 'I clearly remember getting shot in the chest by those gangsters. Am I in a coma?' He tried again to move or open his eyes, but the only thing he could feel was the sensation of being cramped, and the only thing he could see was darkness. 'I guess I'm still alive. It seems that I can't even achieve a quick death in my life. Well, at least it's warm in here.' There was a constant warmth in his body, making the environment quite cozy. 'At least after I wake up, my parents will let me off the hook for a while. Maybe I should take this chance to get away from that house and go abroad, there should be at least a cleaning service hiring me.' He thought of the possibility of exploiting that near-death experience as a mean to break free from the cage he called home. He considered how his parents would react once he said to them that he would drop the university to be a dishwasher. 'Dad will not make too much trouble for me, but mum will surely go crazy. Nowadays, the only thing I can do home without starting a fight is reading. Maybe I will lose that too.' Since he remembered, he loved playing games, reading books, and getting drunk. He found anything else annoying, and this severely affected his school career since high school. So, the situation in his house grew more and more difficult for him to sustain as his parents would rather yell all the time than accept that the university wasn't fit for him. 'I guess a big part of that situation is my fault, after all, I've spent most of my life being drunk or isolated in some book. Not a good job as a son indeed.' After he thought that, regret emerged in him. If he had known better at that time, he would've not used booze as a mean to vent, and maybe the situation in his family would have been more peaceful. 'Well, I can't change what has already happened, and I didn't really have many options to keep myself cool while pretending all the time.' When he was fourteen, he figured out that something was not entirely right with him. He would see his friends going after girls or pretty clothing, emphasizing love, and social status in a group of people. Yet, he only felt curiosity toward sex without ever being able to really bind with someone. As for human society, he saw it as a bunch of rules created by humans to force them to live together. 'Aren't those rules created by men? As a man, I should have the right to ignore them and live the way I want to.' Time kept on passing while he was thinking, without him noticing that his thinking speed was way lower than usual. 'In the end, it's a world ruled by money. If you have it, you can do whatever you want; if not, you can only end up in one of the gears of society, accumulating money till the moment you die.' 'What a pitiful way of living. You are forced by the rules of humans to work to accumulate pieces of paper, while those have value only thanks to the same rules you are obeying. True freedom is only achievable by gathering enough paper. Is there even value on living a life like this?' His reasoning would stop from time to time as he would sleep or try to wake up his body. In this way, days passed. 'Maybe I'm in a permanent coma, and I will have to wait for true death to be freed from this darkness.' The darkness surrounding him started to affect his mood, the only thing keeping him sane was the warm feeling in his body. It was at that point that light appeared in the world of darkness, which seemed to get bigger as time passed by. 'Finally, a change! I should follow th---' Suddenly, some kind of compression pushed him from the cramped space he was in towards the light. It seemed to be a slow and painful process of which he felt the pressure. After some time, the world of darkness became a world of light so bright that his eyes hurt. He started hearing some cheers and voices speaking an unknown language. When his eyes
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'Darkness.' This was his first thought after waking up. 'Where am I?' He tried to move his limbs, but the sensation of touch had something amiss from what he was used to. 'Wait, I can think!' 'I clearly remember getting shot in the chest by those gangsters. Am I in a coma?' He tried again to move or open his eyes, but the only thing he could feel was the sensation of being cramped, and the only thing he could see was darkness. 'I guess I'm still alive. It seems that I can't even achieve a quick death in my life. Well, at least it's warm in here.' There was a constant warmth in his body, making the environment quite cozy. 'At least after I wake up, my parents will let me off the hook for a while. Maybe I should take this chance to get away from that house and go abroad, there should be at least a cleaning service hiring me.' He thought of the possibility of exploiting that near-death experience as a mean to break free from the cage he called home. He considered how his parents would react once he said to them that he would drop the university to be a dishwasher. 'Dad will not make too much trouble for me, but mum will surely go crazy. Nowadays, the only thing I can do home without starting a fight is reading. Maybe I will lose that too.' Since he remembered, he loved playing games, reading books, and getting drunk. He found anything else annoying, and this severely affected his school career since high school. So, the situation in his house grew more and more difficult for him to sustain as his parents would rather yell all the time than accept that the university wasn't fit for him. 'I guess a big part of that situation is my fault, after all, I've spent most of my life being drunk or isolated in some book. Not a good job as a son indeed.' After he thought that, regret emerged in him. If he had known better at that time, he would've not used booze as a mean to vent, and maybe the situation in his family would have been more peaceful. 'Well, I can't change what has already happened, and I didn't really have many options to keep myself cool while pretending all the time.' When he was fourteen, he figured out that something was not entirely right with him. He would see his friends going after girls or pretty clothing, emphasizing love, and social status in a group of people. Yet, he only felt curiosity toward sex without ever being able to really bind with someone. As for human society, he saw it as a bunch of rules created by humans to force them to live together. 'Aren't those rules created by men? As a man, I should have the right to ignore them and live the way I want to.' Time kept on passing while he was thinking, without him noticing that his thinking speed was way lower than usual. 'In the end, it's a world ruled by money. If you have it, you can do whatever you want; if not, you can only end up in one of the gears of society, accumulating money till the moment you die.' 'What a pitiful way of living. You are forced by the rules of humans to work to accumulate pieces of paper, while those have value only thanks to the same rules you are obeying. True freedom is only achievable by gathering enough paper. Is there even value on living a life like this?' His reasoning would stop from time to time as he would sleep or try to wake up his body. In this way, days passed. 'Maybe I'm in a permanent coma, and I will have to wait for true death to be freed from this darkness.' The darkness surrounding him started to affect his mood, the only thing keeping him sane was the warm feeling in his body. It was at that point that light appeared in the world of darkness, which seemed to get bigger as time passed by. 'Finally, a change! I should follow th---' Suddenly, some kind of compression pushed him from the cramped space he was in towards the light. It seemed to be a slow and painful process of which he felt the pressure. After some time, the world of darkness became a world of light so bright that his eyes hurt. He started hearing some cheers and voices speaking an unknown language. When his eyes
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"Many think B12 is the only nutrient that's hard to get on a plant-based diet. Through some unpleasant health issues I've learned it's not that simple. About two years after going - I started experiencing obvious symptoms of fatigue, anxiety, irritability and even a lower sex drive at times. I was . All this hit me like a ton of bricks over the span of a couple months! Rather than immediately blame this on my vegan diet (because I wasn't giving up on that), I decided to do some serious research. I'm Vegan Clare and this is my story of overcoming a debilitating hormone imbalance through - , empowering me to live my absolute best life... A quick background – I'm a digital creator, yoga instructor and proud - practitioner. I naturally evolved into a plant-based lifestyle starting out as a self-declared “flexitarian,” but have transitioned to a fully vegan diet the past 3 years. I practice regularly, , prioritize , eat a - and don't drink alcohol. How much healthier could I get?! Or so I thought... Right around my 2-year vegan anniversary those symptoms of depleted energy, anxiety, irritability and lower sex drive came one after another. Every week something new would hit me and I couldn't figure out why. On paper I was living as clean and healthy as it gets! After many holistic trials and errors, healing sessions, grounding moments and lifestyle changes, these symptoms would not go away. Finally fed up, I made a rare visit to the doctor to get some . What came back was deficiencies in , , - / – and a "major hormonal imbalance." The doctor recommended prescription pills for my anxiety and another to level out my hormone issue. I decided to take this newfound information and look for an answer holistically – without prescription drugs. One of my favorite mottos is “plants are the answer," so I went on a deep dive to find a plant-based, conscious and sustainable way to fix this. After hundreds of hours of research and meeting with a handful of highly-regarded nutritionists, I found out that my hormone imbalance (which was the major reason for all my symptoms) was rooted in my zinc and magnesium deficiencies. Both are essential to hormone production, synthesis and balance. On top of that, the nutritionists told me that getting the proper amount of B12 and Omega-3s DHA/EPA is extremely difficult on even the most well-planned plant-based diets. Unless I'm eating multiple bowls of algae per day I'll miss my DHA/EPA requirements. And we all know that B12 is tough to get from plants because of things like depleted soil and modern sanitation. Now the question was, " ' ?!" Cue in ! Through referrals from my vegan friends and plant-based forums, I came across Complement Plus – - . It had everything I needed (B12, magnesium, zinc, DHA/EPA) plus a few more nutrients like iodine, K2 and Vitamin D, which aren't found abundantly in plant foods. " ’ ?" That's a hard yes for Vegan Clare! Within a month of making the switch to Complement Plus, . And today my and my ’ . Score! What impressed me most about Complement is the lengths they go to ensure their ingredients are properly sourced. They even do ! This means that every ingredient and dosage on the back of the bottle is verified by an independent lab. And just as important, the ingredients are tested for things like pesticides, E Coli, heavy metals, and salmonella. It's everything I could ask for in a supplement brand. In an industry that's loosely regulated, it gives me to know that I'm in good hands. With all this new vitality, I finally feel like I'm living my best life! This is me crushing it in Mexico last year (when we could still travel) – with an upgrade to my mental and physical condition thanks to Complement Plus!" Complement Plus has helped 16,000+ men and women - . Join them https://lovecomplement.com/pages/c-plus Get %
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'Darkness.' This was his first thought after waking up. 'Where am I?' He tried to move his limbs, but the sensation of touch had something amiss from what he was used to. 'Wait, I can think!' 'I clearly remember getting shot in the chest by those gangsters. Am I in a coma?' He tried again to move or open his eyes, but the only thing he could feel was the sensation of being cramped, and the only thing he could see was darkness. 'I guess I'm still alive. It seems that I can't even achieve a quick death in my life. Well, at least it's warm in here.' There was a constant warmth in his body, making the environment quite cozy. 'At least after I wake up, my parents will let me off the hook for a while. Maybe I should take this chance to get away from that house and go abroad, there should be at least a cleaning service hiring me.' He thought of the possibility of exploiting that near-death experience as a mean to break free from the cage he called home. He considered how his parents would react once he said to them that he would drop the university to be a dishwasher. 'Dad will not make too much trouble for me, but mum will surely go crazy. Nowadays, the only thing I can do home without starting a fight is reading. Maybe I will lose that too.' Since he remembered, he loved playing games, reading books, and getting drunk. He found anything else annoying, and this severely affected his school career since high school. So, the situation in his house grew more and more difficult for him to sustain as his parents would rather yell all the time than accept that the university wasn't fit for him. 'I guess a big part of that situation is my fault, after all, I've spent most of my life being drunk or isolated in some book. Not a good job as a son indeed.' After he thought that, regret emerged in him. If he had known better at that time, he would've not used booze as a mean to vent, and maybe the situation in his family would have been more peaceful. 'Well, I can't change what has already happened, and I didn't really have many options to keep myself cool while pretending all the time.' When he was fourteen, he figured out that something was not entirely right with him. He would see his friends going after girls or pretty clothing, emphasizing love, and social status in a group of people. Yet, he only felt curiosity toward sex without ever being able to really bind with someone. As for human society, he saw it as a bunch of rules created by humans to force them to live together. 'Aren't those rules created by men? As a man, I should have the right to ignore them and live the way I want to.' Time kept on passing while he was thinking, without him noticing that his thinking speed was way lower than usual. 'In the end, it's a world ruled by money. If you have it, you can do whatever you want; if not, you can only end up in one of the gears of society, accumulating money till the moment you die.' 'What a pitiful way of living. You are forced by the rules of humans to work to accumulate pieces of paper, while those have value only thanks to the same rules you are obeying. True freedom is only achievable by gathering enough paper. Is there even value on living a life like this?' His reasoning would stop from time to time as he would sleep or try to wake up his body. In this way, days passed. 'Maybe I'm in a permanent coma, and I will have to wait for true death to be freed from this darkness.' The darkness surrounding him started to affect his mood, the only thing keeping him sane was the warm feeling in his body. It was at that point that light appeared in the world of darkness, which seemed to get bigger as time passed by. 'Finally, a change! I should follow th---' Suddenly, some kind of compression pushed him from the cramped space he was in towards the light. It seemed to be a slow and painful process of which he felt the pressure. After some time, the world of darkness became a world of light so bright that his eyes hurt. He started hearing some cheers and voices speaking an unknown language. When his eyes
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"Many think B12 is the only nutrient that's hard to get on a plant-based diet. Through some unpleasant health issues I've learned it's not that simple. About two years after going - I started experiencing obvious symptoms of fatigue, anxiety, irritability and even a lower sex drive at times. I was . All this hit me like a ton of bricks over the span of a couple months! Rather than immediately blame this on my vegan diet (because I wasn't giving up on that), I decided to do some serious research. I'm Vegan Clare and this is my story of overcoming a debilitating hormone imbalance through - , empowering me to live my absolute best life... A quick background – I'm a digital creator, yoga instructor and proud - practitioner. I naturally evolved into a plant-based lifestyle starting out as a self-declared “flexitarian,” but have transitioned to a fully vegan diet the past 3 years. I practice regularly, , prioritize , eat a - and don't drink alcohol. How much healthier could I get?! Or so I thought... Right around my 2-year vegan anniversary those symptoms of depleted energy, anxiety, irritability and lower sex drive came one after another. Every week something new would hit me and I couldn't figure out why. On paper I was living as clean and healthy as it gets! After many holistic trials and errors, healing sessions, grounding moments and lifestyle changes, these symptoms would not go away. Finally fed up, I made a rare visit to the doctor to get some . What came back was deficiencies in , , - / – and a "major hormonal imbalance." The doctor recommended prescription pills for my anxiety and another to level out my hormone issue. I decided to take this newfound information and look for an answer holistically – without prescription drugs. One of my favorite mottos is “plants are the answer," so I went on a deep dive to find a plant-based, conscious and sustainable way to fix this. After hundreds of hours of research and meeting with a handful of highly-regarded nutritionists, I found out that my hormone imbalance (which was the major reason for all my symptoms) was rooted in my zinc and magnesium deficiencies. Both are essential to hormone production, synthesis and balance. On top of that, the nutritionists told me that getting the proper amount of B12 and Omega-3s DHA/EPA is extremely difficult on even the most well-planned plant-based diets. Unless I'm eating multiple bowls of algae per day I'll miss my DHA/EPA requirements. And we all know that B12 is tough to get from plants because of things like depleted soil and modern sanitation. Now the question was, " ' ?!" Cue in ! Through referrals from my vegan friends, fellow travelers and plant-based forums, I came across Complement Plus – - . It had everything I needed (B12, magnesium, zinc, DHA/EPA) plus a few more nutrients like iodine, K2 and Vitamin D, which aren't found abundantly in plant foods. " ’ ?" That's a hard yes for Vegan Clare! Within a month of making the switch to Complement Plus, . And today my and my ’ . Score! What impressed me most about Complement is the lengths they go to ensure their ingredients are properly sourced. They even do ! This means that every ingredient and dosage on the back of the bottle is verified by an independent lab. And just as important, the ingredients are tested for things like pesticides, E Coli, heavy metals, and salmonella. It's everything I could ask for in a supplement brand. In an industry that's loosely regulated, it gives me to know that I'm in good hands. With all this new vitality, I finally feel like I'm living my best life! This is me crushing it in Mexico last year (when we could still travel) – with an upgrade to my mental and physical condition thanks to Complement Plus!" Complement Plus has helped 11,000+ men and women - . Join them https://lovecomplement.com/pages/c-plus Get %
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'Darkness.' This was his first thought after waking up. 'Where am I?' He tried to move his limbs, but the sensation of touch had something amiss from what he was used to. 'Wait, I can think!' 'I clearly remember getting shot in the chest by those gangsters. Am I in a coma?' He tried again to move or open his eyes, but the only thing he could feel was the sensation of being cramped, and the only thing he could see was darkness. 'I guess I'm still alive. It seems that I can't even achieve a quick death in my life. Well, at least it's warm in here.' There was a constant warmth in his body, making the environment quite cozy. 'At least after I wake up, my parents will let me off the hook for a while. Maybe I should take this chance to get away from that house and go abroad, there should be at least a cleaning service hiring me.' He thought of the possibility of exploiting that near-death experience as a mean to break free from the cage he called home. He considered how his parents would react once he said to them that he would drop the university to be a dishwasher. 'Dad will not make too much trouble for me, but mum will surely go crazy. Nowadays, the only thing I can do home without starting a fight is reading. Maybe I will lose that too.' Since he remembered, he loved playing games, reading books, and getting drunk. He found anything else annoying, and this severely affected his school career since high school. So, the situation in his house grew more and more difficult for him to sustain as his parents would rather yell all the time than accept that the university wasn't fit for him. 'I guess a big part of that situation is my fault, after all, I've spent most of my life being drunk or isolated in some book. Not a good job as a son indeed.' After he thought that, regret emerged in him. If he had known better at that time, he would've not used booze as a mean to vent, and maybe the situation in his family would have been more peaceful. 'Well, I can't change what has already happened, and I didn't really have many options to keep myself cool while pretending all the time.' When he was fourteen, he figured out that something was not entirely right with him. He would see his friends going after girls or pretty clothing, emphasizing love, and social status in a group of people. Yet, he only felt curiosity toward sex without ever being able to really bind with someone. As for human society, he saw it as a bunch of rules created by humans to force them to live together. 'Aren't those rules created by men? As a man, I should have the right to ignore them and live the way I want to.' Time kept on passing while he was thinking, without him noticing that his thinking speed was way lower than usual. 'In the end, it's a world ruled by money. If you have it, you can do whatever you want; if not, you can only end up in one of the gears of society, accumulating money till the moment you die.' 'What a pitiful way of living. You are forced by the rules of humans to work to accumulate pieces of paper, while those have value only thanks to the same rules you are obeying. True freedom is only achievable by gathering enough paper. Is there even value on living a life like this?' His reasoning would stop from time to time as he would sleep or try to wake up his body. In this way, days passed. 'Maybe I'm in a permanent coma, and I will have to wait for true death to be freed from this darkness.' The darkness surrounding him started to affect his mood, the only thing keeping him sane was the warm feeling in his body. It was at that point that light appeared in the world of darkness, which seemed to get bigger as time passed by. 'Finally, a change! I should follow th---' Suddenly, some kind of compression pushed him from the cramped space he was in towards the light. It seemed to be a slow and painful process of which he felt the pressure. After some time, the world of darkness became a world of light so bright that his eyes hurt. He started hearing some cheers and voices speaking an unknown language. When his eyes
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'Darkness.' This was his first thought after waking up. 'Where am I?' He tried to move his limbs, but the sensation of touch had something amiss from what he was used to. 'Wait, I can think!' 'I clearly remember getting shot in the chest by those gangsters. Am I in a coma?' He tried again to move or open his eyes, but the only thing he could feel was the sensation of being cramped, and the only thing he could see was darkness. 'I guess I'm still alive. It seems that I can't even achieve a quick death in my life. Well, at least it's warm in here.' There was a constant warmth in his body, making the environment quite cozy. 'At least after I wake up, my parents will let me off the hook for a while. Maybe I should take this chance to get away from that house and go abroad, there should be at least a cleaning service hiring me.' He thought of the possibility of exploiting that near-death experience as a mean to break free from the cage he called home. He considered how his parents would react once he said to them that he would drop the university to be a dishwasher. 'Dad will not make too much trouble for me, but mum will surely go crazy. Nowadays, the only thing I can do home without starting a fight is reading. Maybe I will lose that too.' Since he remembered, he loved playing games, reading books, and getting drunk. He found anything else annoying, and this severely affected his school career since high school. So, the situation in his house grew more and more difficult for him to sustain as his parents would rather yell all the time than accept that the university wasn't fit for him. 'I guess a big part of that situation is my fault, after all, I've spent most of my life being drunk or isolated in some book. Not a good job as a son indeed.' After he thought that, regret emerged in him. If he had known better at that time, he would've not used booze as a mean to vent, and maybe the situation in his family would have been more peaceful. 'Well, I can't change what has already happened, and I didn't really have many options to keep myself cool while pretending all the time.' When he was fourteen, he figured out that something was not entirely right with him. He would see his friends going after girls or pretty clothing, emphasizing love, and social status in a group of people. Yet, he only felt curiosity toward sex without ever being able to really bind with someone. As for human society, he saw it as a bunch of rules created by humans to force them to live together. 'Aren't those rules created by men? As a man, I should have the right to ignore them and live the way I want to.' Time kept on passing while he was thinking, without him noticing that his thinking speed was way lower than usual. 'In the end, it's a world ruled by money. If you have it, you can do whatever you want; if not, you can only end up in one of the gears of society, accumulating money till the moment you die.' 'What a pitiful way of living. You are forced by the rules of humans to work to accumulate pieces of paper, while those have value only thanks to the same rules you are obeying. True freedom is only achievable by gathering enough paper. Is there even value on living a life like this?' His reasoning would stop from time to time as he would sleep or try to wake up his body. In this way, days passed. 'Maybe I'm in a permanent coma, and I will have to wait for true death to be freed from this darkness.' The darkness surrounding him started to affect his mood, the only thing keeping him sane was the warm feeling in his body. It was at that point that light appeared in the world of darkness, which seemed to get bigger as time passed by. 'Finally, a change! I should follow th---' Suddenly, some kind of compression pushed him from the cramped space he was in towards the light. It seemed to be a slow and painful process of which he felt the pressure. After some time, the world of darkness became a world of light so bright that his eyes hurt. He started hearing some cheers and voices speaking an unknown language. When his eyes
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'Darkness.' This was his first thought after waking up. 'Where am I?' He tried to move his limbs, but the sensation of touch had something amiss from what he was used to. 'Wait, I can think!' 'I clearly remember getting shot in the chest by those gangsters. Am I in a coma?' He tried again to move or open his eyes, but the only thing he could feel was the sensation of being cramped, and the only thing he could see was darkness. 'I guess I'm still alive. It seems that I can't even achieve a quick death in my life. Well, at least it's warm in here.' There was a constant warmth in his body, making the environment quite cozy. 'At least after I wake up, my parents will let me off the hook for a while. Maybe I should take this chance to get away from that house and go abroad, there should be at least a cleaning service hiring me.' He thought of the possibility of exploiting that near-death experience as a mean to break free from the cage he called home. He considered how his parents would react once he said to them that he would drop the university to be a dishwasher. 'Dad will not make too much trouble for me, but mum will surely go crazy. Nowadays, the only thing I can do home without starting a fight is reading. Maybe I will lose that too.' Since he remembered, he loved playing games, reading books, and getting drunk. He found anything else annoying, and this severely affected his school career since high school. So, the situation in his house grew more and more difficult for him to sustain as his parents would rather yell all the time than accept that the university wasn't fit for him. 'I guess a big part of that situation is my fault, after all, I've spent most of my life being drunk or isolated in some book. Not a good job as a son indeed.' After he thought that, regret emerged in him. If he had known better at that time, he would've not used booze as a mean to vent, and maybe the situation in his family would have been more peaceful. 'Well, I can't change what has already happened, and I didn't really have many options to keep myself cool while pretending all the time.' When he was fourteen, he figured out that something was not entirely right with him. He would see his friends going after girls or pretty clothing, emphasizing love, and social status in a group of people. Yet, he only felt curiosity toward sex without ever being able to really bind with someone. As for human society, he saw it as a bunch of rules created by humans to force them to live together. 'Aren't those rules created by men? As a man, I should have the right to ignore them and live the way I want to.' Time kept on passing while he was thinking, without him noticing that his thinking speed was way lower than usual. 'In the end, it's a world ruled by money. If you have it, you can do whatever you want; if not, you can only end up in one of the gears of society, accumulating money till the moment you die.' 'What a pitiful way of living. You are forced by the rules of humans to work to accumulate pieces of paper, while those have value only thanks to the same rules you are obeying. True freedom is only achievable by gathering enough paper. Is there even value on living a life like this?' His reasoning would stop from time to time as he would sleep or try to wake up his body. In this way, days passed. 'Maybe I'm in a permanent coma, and I will have to wait for true death to be freed from this darkness.' The darkness surrounding him started to affect his mood, the only thing keeping him sane was the warm feeling in his body. It was at that point that light appeared in the world of darkness, which seemed to get bigger as time passed by. 'Finally, a change! I should follow th---' Suddenly, some kind of compression pushed him from the cramped space he was in towards the light. It seemed to be a slow and painful process of which he felt the pressure. After some time, the world of darkness became a world of light so bright that his eyes hurt. He started hearing some cheers and voices speaking an unknown language. When his eyes
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'Darkness.' This was his first thought after waking up. 'Where am I?' He tried to move his limbs, but the sensation of touch had something amiss from what he was used to. 'Wait, I can think!' 'I clearly remember getting shot in the chest by those gangsters. Am I in a coma?' He tried again to move or open his eyes, but the only thing he could feel was the sensation of being cramped, and the only thing he could see was darkness. 'I guess I'm still alive. It seems that I can't even achieve a quick death in my life. Well, at least it's warm in here.' There was a constant warmth in his body, making the environment quite cozy. 'At least after I wake up, my parents will let me off the hook for a while. Maybe I should take this chance to get away from that house and go abroad, there should be at least a cleaning service hiring me.' He thought of the possibility of exploiting that near-death experience as a mean to break free from the cage he called home. He considered how his parents would react once he said to them that he would drop the university to be a dishwasher. 'Dad will not make too much trouble for me, but mum will surely go crazy. Nowadays, the only thing I can do home without starting a fight is reading. Maybe I will lose that too.' Since he remembered, he loved playing games, reading books, and getting drunk. He found anything else annoying, and this severely affected his school career since high school. So, the situation in his house grew more and more difficult for him to sustain as his parents would rather yell all the time than accept that the university wasn't fit for him. 'I guess a big part of that situation is my fault, after all, I've spent most of my life being drunk or isolated in some book. Not a good job as a son indeed.' After he thought that, regret emerged in him. If he had known better at that time, he would've not used booze as a mean to vent, and maybe the situation in his family would have been more peaceful. 'Well, I can't change what has already happened, and I didn't really have many options to keep myself cool while pretending all the time.' When he was fourteen, he figured out that something was not entirely right with him. He would see his friends going after girls or pretty clothing, emphasizing love, and social status in a group of people. Yet, he only felt curiosity toward sex without ever being able to really bind with someone. As for human society, he saw it as a bunch of rules created by humans to force them to live together. 'Aren't those rules created by men? As a man, I should have the right to ignore them and live the way I want to.' Time kept on passing while he was thinking, without him noticing that his thinking speed was way lower than usual. 'In the end, it's a world ruled by money. If you have it, you can do whatever you want; if not, you can only end up in one of the gears of society, accumulating money till the moment you die.' 'What a pitiful way of living. You are forced by the rules of humans to work to accumulate pieces of paper, while those have value only thanks to the same rules you are obeying. True freedom is only achievable by gathering enough paper. Is there even value on living a life like this?' His reasoning would stop from time to time as he would sleep or try to wake up his body. In this way, days passed. 'Maybe I'm in a permanent coma, and I will have to wait for true death to be freed from this darkness.' The darkness surrounding him started to affect his mood, the only thing keeping him sane was the warm feeling in his body. It was at that point that light appeared in the world of darkness, which seemed to get bigger as time passed by. 'Finally, a change! I should follow th---' Suddenly, some kind of compression pushed him from the cramped space he was in towards the light. It seemed to be a slow and painful process of which he felt the pressure. After some time, the world of darkness became a world of light so bright that his eyes hurt. He started hearing some cheers and voices speaking an unknown language. When his eye
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'Darkness.' This was his first thought after waking up. 'Where am I?' He tried to move his limbs, but the sensation of touch had something amiss from what he was used to. 'Wait, I can think!' 'I clearly remember getting shot in the chest by those gangsters. Am I in a coma?' He tried again to move or open his eyes, but the only thing he could feel was the sensation of being cramped, and the only thing he could see was darkness. 'I guess I'm still alive. It seems that I can't even achieve a quick death in my life. Well, at least it's warm in here.' There was a constant warmth in his body, making the environment quite cozy. 'At least after I wake up, my parents will let me off the hook for a while. Maybe I should take this chance to get away from that house and go abroad, there should be at least a cleaning service hiring me.' He thought of the possibility of exploiting that near-death experience as a mean to break free from the cage he called home. He considered how his parents would react once he said to them that he would drop the university to be a dishwasher. 'Dad will not make too much trouble for me, but mum will surely go crazy. Nowadays, the only thing I can do home without starting a fight is reading. Maybe I will lose that too.' Since he remembered, he loved playing games, reading books, and getting drunk. He found anything else annoying, and this severely affected his school career since high school. So, the situation in his house grew more and more difficult for him to sustain as his parents would rather yell all the time than accept that the university wasn't fit for him. 'I guess a big part of that situation is my fault, after all, I've spent most of my life being drunk or isolated in some book. Not a good job as a son indeed.' After he thought that, regret emerged in him. If he had known better at that time, he would've not used booze as a mean to vent, and maybe the situation in his family would have been more peaceful. 'Well, I can't change what has already happened, and I didn't really have many options to keep myself cool while pretending all the time.' When he was fourteen, he figured out that something was not entirely right with him. He would see his friends going after girls or pretty clothing, emphasizing love, and social status in a group of people. Yet, he only felt curiosity toward sex without ever being able to really bind with someone. As for human society, he saw it as a bunch of rules created by humans to force them to live together. 'Aren't those rules created by men? As a man, I should have the right to ignore them and live the way I want to.' Time kept on passing while he was thinking, without him noticing that his thinking speed was way lower than usual. 'In the end, it's a world ruled by money. If you have it, you can do whatever you want; if not, you can only end up in one of the gears of society, accumulating money till the moment you die.' 'What a pitiful way of living. You are forced by the rules of humans to work to accumulate pieces of paper, while those have value only thanks to the same rules you are obeying. True freedom is only achievable by gathering enough paper. Is there even value on living a life like this?' His reasoning would stop from time to time as he would sleep or try to wake up his body. In this way, days passed. 'Maybe I'm in a permanent coma, and I will have to wait for true death to be freed from this darkness.' The darkness surrounding him started to affect his mood, the only thing keeping him sane was the warm feeling in his body. It was at that point that light appeared in the world of darkness, which seemed to get bigger as time passed by. 'Finally, a change! I should follow th---' Suddenly, some kind of compression pushed him from the cramped space he was in towards the light. It seemed to be a slow and painful process of which he felt the pressure. After some time, the world of darkness became a world of light so bright that his eyes hurt. He started hearing some cheers and voices speaking an unknown language. When his eyes
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'Darkness.' This was his first thought after waking up. 'Where am I?' He tried to move his limbs, but the sensation of touch had something amiss from what he was used to. 'Wait, I can think!' 'I clearly remember getting shot in the chest by those gangsters. Am I in a coma?' He tried again to move or open his eyes, but the only thing he could feel was the sensation of being cramped, and the only thing he could see was darkness. 'I guess I'm still alive. It seems that I can't even achieve a quick death in my life. Well, at least it's warm in here.' There was a constant warmth in his body, making the environment quite cozy. 'At least after I wake up, my parents will let me off the hook for a while. Maybe I should take this chance to get away from that house and go abroad, there should be at least a cleaning service hiring me.' He thought of the possibility of exploiting that near-death experience as a mean to break free from the cage he called home. He considered how his parents would react once he said to them that he would drop the university to be a dishwasher. 'Dad will not make too much trouble for me, but mum will surely go crazy. Nowadays, the only thing I can do home without starting a fight is reading. Maybe I will lose that too.' Since he remembered, he loved playing games, reading books, and getting drunk. He found anything else annoying, and this severely affected his school career since high school. So, the situation in his house grew more and more difficult for him to sustain as his parents would rather yell all the time than accept that the university wasn't fit for him. 'I guess a big part of that situation is my fault, after all, I've spent most of my life being drunk or isolated in some book. Not a good job as a son indeed.' After he thought that, regret emerged in him. If he had known better at that time, he would've not used booze as a mean to vent, and maybe the situation in his family would have been more peaceful. 'Well, I can't change what has already happened, and I didn't really have many options to keep myself cool while pretending all the time.' When he was fourteen, he figured out that something was not entirely right with him. He would see his friends going after girls or pretty clothing, emphasizing love, and social status in a group of people. Yet, he only felt curiosity toward sex without ever being able to really bind with someone. As for human society, he saw it as a bunch of rules created by humans to force them to live together. 'Aren't those rules created by men? As a man, I should have the right to ignore them and live the way I want to.' Time kept on passing while he was thinking, without him noticing that his thinking speed was way lower than usual. 'In the end, it's a world ruled by money. If you have it, you can do whatever you want; if not, you can only end up in one of the gears of society, accumulating money till the moment you die.' 'What a pitiful way of living. You are forced by the rules of humans to work to accumulate pieces of paper, while those have value only thanks to the same rules you are obeying. True freedom is only achievable by gathering enough paper. Is there even value on living a life like this?' His reasoning would stop from time to time as he would sleep or try to wake up his body. In this way, days passed. 'Maybe I'm in a permanent coma, and I will have to wait for true death to be freed from this darkness.' The darkness surrounding him started to affect his mood, the only thing keeping him sane was the warm feeling in his body. It was at that point that light appeared in the world of darkness, which seemed to get bigger as time passed by. 'Finally, a change! I should follow th---' Suddenly, some kind of compression pushed him from the cramped space he was in towards the light. It seemed to be a slow and painful process of which he felt the pressure. After some time, the world of darkness became a world of light so bright that his eyes hurt. He started hearing some cheers and voices speaking an unknown language. When his eyes
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'Darkness.' This was his first thought after waking up. 'Where am I?' He tried to move his limbs, but the sensation of touch had something amiss from what he was used to. 'Wait, I can think!' 'I clearly remember getting shot in the chest by those gangsters. Am I in a coma?' He tried again to move or open his eyes, but the only thing he could feel was the sensation of being cramped, and the only thing he could see was darkness. 'I guess I'm still alive. It seems that I can't even achieve a quick death in my life. Well, at least it's warm in here.' There was a constant warmth in his body, making the environment quite cozy. 'At least after I wake up, my parents will let me off the hook for a while. Maybe I should take this chance to get away from that house and go abroad, there should be at least a cleaning service hiring me.' He thought of the possibility of exploiting that near-death experience as a mean to break free from the cage he called home. He considered how his parents would react once he said to them that he would drop the university to be a dishwasher. 'Dad will not make too much trouble for me, but mum will surely go crazy. Nowadays, the only thing I can do home without starting a fight is reading. Maybe I will lose that too.' Since he remembered, he loved playing games, reading books, and getting drunk. He found anything else annoying, and this severely affected his school career since high school. So, the situation in his house grew more and more difficult for him to sustain as his parents would rather yell all the time than accept that the university wasn't fit for him. 'I guess a big part of that situation is my fault, after all, I've spent most of my life being drunk or isolated in some book. Not a good job as a son indeed.' After he thought that, regret emerged in him. If he had known better at that time, he would've not used booze as a mean to vent, and maybe the situation in his family would have been more peaceful. 'Well, I can't change what has already happened, and I didn't really have many options to keep myself cool while pretending all the time.' When he was fourteen, he figured out that something was not entirely right with him. He would see his friends going after girls or pretty clothing, emphasizing love, and social status in a group of people. Yet, he only felt curiosity toward sex without ever being able to really bind with someone. As for human society, he saw it as a bunch of rules created by humans to force them to live together. 'Aren't those rules created by men? As a man, I should have the right to ignore them and live the way I want to.' Time kept on passing while he was thinking, without him noticing that his thinking speed was way lower than usual. 'In the end, it's a world ruled by money. If you have it, you can do whatever you want; if not, you can only end up in one of the gears of society, accumulating money till the moment you die.' 'What a pitiful way of living. You are forced by the rules of humans to work to accumulate pieces of paper, while those have value only thanks to the same rules you are obeying. True freedom is only achievable by gathering enough paper. Is there even value on living a life like this?' His reasoning would stop from time to time as he would sleep or try to wake up his body. In this way, days passed. 'Maybe I'm in a permanent coma, and I will have to wait for true death to be freed from this darkness.' The darkness surrounding him started to affect his mood, the only thing keeping him sane was the warm feeling in his body. It was at that point that light appeared in the world of darkness, which seemed to get bigger as time passed by. 'Finally, a change! I should follow th---' Suddenly, some kind of compression pushed him from the cramped space he was in towards the light. It seemed to be a slow and painful process of which he felt the pressure. After some time, the world of darkness became a world of light so bright that his eyes hurt. He started hearing some cheers and voices speaking an unknown language. When his eyes
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'Darkness.' This was his first thought after waking up. 'Where am I?' He tried to move his limbs, but the sensation of touch had something amiss from what he was used to. 'Wait, I can think!' 'I clearly remember getting shot in the chest by those gangsters. Am I in a coma?' He tried again to move or open his eyes, but the only thing he could feel was the sensation of being cramped, and the only thing he could see was darkness. 'I guess I'm still alive. It seems that I can't even achieve a quick death in my life. Well, at least it's warm in here.' There was a constant warmth in his body, making the environment quite cozy. 'At least after I wake up, my parents will let me off the hook for a while. Maybe I should take this chance to get away from that house and go abroad, there should be at least a cleaning service hiring me.' He thought of the possibility of exploiting that near-death experience as a mean to break free from the cage he called home. He considered how his parents would react once he said to them that he would drop the university to be a dishwasher. 'Dad will not make too much trouble for me, but mum will surely go crazy. Nowadays, the only thing I can do home without starting a fight is reading. Maybe I will lose that too.' Since he remembered, he loved playing games, reading books, and getting drunk. He found anything else annoying, and this severely affected his school career since high school. So, the situation in his house grew more and more difficult for him to sustain as his parents would rather yell all the time than accept that the university wasn't fit for him. 'I guess a big part of that situation is my fault, after all, I've spent most of my life being drunk or isolated in some book. Not a good job as a son indeed.' After he thought that, regret emerged in him. If he had known better at that time, he would've not used booze as a mean to vent, and maybe the situation in his family would have been more peaceful. 'Well, I can't change what has already happened, and I didn't really have many options to keep myself cool while pretending all the time.' When he was fourteen, he figured out that something was not entirely right with him. He would see his friends going after girls or pretty clothing, emphasizing love, and social status in a group of people. Yet, he only felt curiosity toward sex without ever being able to really bind with someone. As for human society, he saw it as a bunch of rules created by humans to force them to live together. 'Aren't those rules created by men? As a man, I should have the right to ignore them and live the way I want to.' Time kept on passing while he was thinking, without him noticing that his thinking speed was way lower than usual. 'In the end, it's a world ruled by money. If you have it, you can do whatever you want; if not, you can only end up in one of the gears of society, accumulating money till the moment you die.' 'What a pitiful way of living. You are forced by the rules of humans to work to accumulate pieces of paper, while those have value only thanks to the same rules you are obeying. True freedom is only achievable by gathering enough paper. Is there even value on living a life like this?' His reasoning would stop from time to time as he would sleep or try to wake up his body. In this way, days passed. 'Maybe I'm in a permanent coma, and I will have to wait for true death to be freed from this darkness.' The darkness surrounding him started to affect his mood, the only thing keeping him sane was the warm feeling in his body. It was at that point that light appeared in the world of darkness, which seemed to get bigger as time passed by. 'Finally, a change! I should follow th---' Suddenly, some kind of compression pushed him from the cramped space he was in towards the light. It seemed to be a slow and painful process of which he felt the pressure. After some time, the world of darkness became a world of light so bright that his eyes hurt. He started hearing some cheers and voices speaking an unknown language. When his eyes
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'Darkness.' This was his first thought after waking up. 'Where am I?' He tried to move his limbs, but the sensation of touch had something amiss from what he was used to. 'Wait, I can think!' 'I clearly remember getting shot in the chest by those gangsters. Am I in a coma?' He tried again to move or open his eyes, but the only thing he could feel was the sensation of being cramped, and the only thing he could see was darkness. 'I guess I'm still alive. It seems that I can't even achieve a quick death in my life. Well, at least it's warm in here.' There was a constant warmth in his body, making the environment quite cozy. 'At least after I wake up, my parents will let me off the hook for a while. Maybe I should take this chance to get away from that house and go abroad, there should be at least a cleaning service hiring me.' He thought of the possibility of exploiting that near-death experience as a mean to break free from the cage he called home. He considered how his parents would react once he said to them that he would drop the university to be a dishwasher. 'Dad will not make too much trouble for me, but mum will surely go crazy. Nowadays, the only thing I can do home without starting a fight is reading. Maybe I will lose that too.' Since he remembered, he loved playing games, reading books, and getting drunk. He found anything else annoying, and this severely affected his school career since high school. So, the situation in his house grew more and more difficult for him to sustain as his parents would rather yell all the time than accept that the university wasn't fit for him. 'I guess a big part of that situation is my fault, after all, I've spent most of my life being drunk or isolated in some book. Not a good job as a son indeed.' After he thought that, regret emerged in him. If he had known better at that time, he would've not used booze as a mean to vent, and maybe the situation in his family would have been more peaceful. 'Well, I can't change what has already happened, and I didn't really have many options to keep myself cool while pretending all the time.' When he was fourteen, he figured out that something was not entirely right with him. He would see his friends going after girls or pretty clothing, emphasizing love, and social status in a group of people. Yet, he only felt curiosity toward sex without ever being able to really bind with someone. As for human society, he saw it as a bunch of rules created by humans to force them to live together. 'Aren't those rules created by men? As a man, I should have the right to ignore them and live the way I want to.' Time kept on passing while he was thinking, without him noticing that his thinking speed was way lower than usual. 'In the end, it's a world ruled by money. If you have it, you can do whatever you want; if not, you can only end up in one of the gears of society, accumulating money till the moment you die.' 'What a pitiful way of living. You are forced by the rules of humans to work to accumulate pieces of paper, while those have value only thanks to the same rules you are obeying. True freedom is only achievable by gathering enough paper. Is there even value on living a life like this?' His reasoning would stop from time to time as he would sleep or try to wake up his body. In this way, days passed. 'Maybe I'm in a permanent coma, and I will have to wait for true death to be freed from this darkness.' The darkness surrounding him started to affect his mood, the only thing keeping him sane was the warm feeling in his body. It was at that point that light appeared in the world of darkness, which seemed to get bigger as time passed by. 'Finally, a change! I should follow th---' Suddenly, some kind of compression pushed him from the cramped space he was in towards the light. It seemed to be a slow and painful process of which he felt the pressure. After some time, the world of darkness became a world of light so bright that his eyes hurt. He started hearing some cheers and voices speaking an unknown language. When his eyes
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'Darkness.' This was his first thought after waking up. 'Where am I?' He tried to move his limbs, but the sensation of touch had something amiss from what he was used to. 'Wait, I can think!' 'I clearly remember getting shot in the chest by those gangsters. Am I in a coma?' He tried again to move or open his eyes, but the only thing he could feel was the sensation of being cramped, and the only thing he could see was darkness. 'I guess I'm still alive. It seems that I can't even achieve a quick death in my life. Well, at least it's warm in here.' There was a constant warmth in his body, making the environment quite cozy. 'At least after I wake up, my parents will let me off the hook for a while. Maybe I should take this chance to get away from that house and go abroad, there should be at least a cleaning service hiring me.' He thought of the possibility of exploiting that near-death experience as a mean to break free from the cage he called home. He considered how his parents would react once he said to them that he would drop the university to be a dishwasher. 'Dad will not make too much trouble for me, but mum will surely go crazy. Nowadays, the only thing I can do home without starting a fight is reading. Maybe I will lose that too.' Since he remembered, he loved playing games, reading books, and getting drunk. He found anything else annoying, and this severely affected his school career since high school. So, the situation in his house grew more and more difficult for him to sustain as his parents would rather yell all the time than accept that the university wasn't fit for him. 'I guess a big part of that situation is my fault, after all, I've spent most of my life being drunk or isolated in some book. Not a good job as a son indeed.' After he thought that, regret emerged in him. If he had known better at that time, he would've not used booze as a mean to vent, and maybe the situation in his family would have been more peaceful. 'Well, I can't change what has already happened, and I didn't really have many options to keep myself cool while pretending all the time.' When he was fourteen, he figured out that something was not entirely right with him. He would see his friends going after girls or pretty clothing, emphasizing love, and social status in a group of people. Yet, he only felt curiosity toward sex without ever being able to really bind with someone. As for human society, he saw it as a bunch of rules created by humans to force them to live together. 'Aren't those rules created by men? As a man, I should have the right to ignore them and live the way I want to.' Time kept on passing while he was thinking, without him noticing that his thinking speed was way lower than usual. 'In the end, it's a world ruled by money. If you have it, you can do whatever you want; if not, you can only end up in one of the gears of society, accumulating money till the moment you die.' 'What a pitiful way of living. You are forced by the rules of humans to work to accumulate pieces of paper, while those have value only thanks to the same rules you are obeying. True freedom is only achievable by gathering enough paper. Is there even value on living a life like this?' His reasoning would stop from time to time as he would sleep or try to wake up his body. In this way, days passed. 'Maybe I'm in a permanent coma, and I will have to wait for true death to be freed from this darkness.' The darkness surrounding him started to affect his mood, the only thing keeping him sane was the warm feeling in his body. It was at that point that light appeared in the world of darkness, which seemed to get bigger as time passed by. 'Finally, a change! I should follow th---' Suddenly, some kind of compression pushed him from the cramped space he was in towards the light. It seemed to be a slow and painful process of which he felt the pressure. After some time, the world of darkness became a world of light so bright that his eyes hurt. He started hearing some cheers and voices speaking an unknown language. When his eyes
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"DADDY PLEASE!" I begged to my so-called father. "SHUT THE F_U_CK UP!!" he hollered back at me. He whipped me one last time. My back oozed blood and my body trembled with fear. At least today wasn't as bad as every other day. He wasn't drunk today so I didn't have to worry about the broken bottles being shoved into my thighs. I could never understand how a father could treat a child in such a cruel and inhumane way. What did I ever do to him? Oh, wait... I remember... I killed my mother... According to him, my birth was her death. My mother was 22 when she became pregnant with me. My father was overjoyed with the pregnancy. Up until he found out that she could not give birth. She would die from it. Knowing that his precious 'Mate' would die from the birth he was quick to change his mind. My mother, on the other hand, refused, as any other good mother would do. Quickly after my birth, my father named me Bane. Now I know what you're thinking. Isn't Bane the name of a boy? Isn't one of the characters from the comic book series Batman named Bane? Well, my answer is yes and yes. Bane is actually a word that means Destruction, Annihilation, murderer. That is what my father thought of me. I am a murderer. They say werewolves mate for life. Once a werewolf finds its mate, they are bonded together as one as soon as the male claims the female. Now whereas a normal couple consisting of two werewolves would be mates. My father and my mother were different. My father is a werewolf. A strong one at best. He was the main fighter of his pack and the second in command. I guess you could call him a Beta. My mother, on the other hand, was a normal human. She was small and fragile. That's why having a baby killed her. Her body was too small. Now I don't mean small as in underdeveloped. I just mean small as in 5ft and about 110 lbs. My father, on the other hand, was 6'4 and around 220 lbs. My father was easily twice my mother's size. I'm still surprised that she didn't die during the sex. "GO TO YOUR ROOM. YOU ARE NOT TO BE FED TONIGHT!" my father's voice smacked me back into reality. Too scared to say a word I used the little bit of strength I had left and I got up from the floor. I felt a sharp pain on my abdomen and realized that my father had kicked me. "FASTER" he yelled at the top of his lungs. I dragged my body upstairs and locked myself in my room. I laid on the bed and tears started to flow from my eyes. 17 years and I still could not endure my father's rage. How pathetic. I should be accustomed to it by now. I knew that I was bleeding, I walked into my bathroom and turned on the hot water. I stripped from my clothing and slowly climbed in. The water burned my cuts. Capturing the blood and dragging it down the drain. I whimpered but did not move. The pain will pass. The pain makes me feel alive. It reminds me that everything soon passes. I just hope this hell that I call home passes too... After my shower, I put on a different pair of clothing and climbed into bed. I cried quietly to myself until my sleep consumed me. Darkness, it is my only escape. It is the only thing that makes me feel safe… I woke up the next day to a very large pain in my back. Memories start to flood my head as I start to remember last night. I sigh, nothing new. I slowly get up but I can feel the pain. I hold back a cry and start to get dressed for school. I am putting on my shoes when I hear the front door open. My dad has left. That makes my muscles relax. Thank god... Once I have finished getting dressed for school I walk downstairs. I pass by the kitchen and see the fridge is locked. Of course, dad said no dinner. He wanted to make sure I wouldn't wake up while he was sleeping and grab something to munch on. I see an apple on the counter and a note next to. 'Eat it. No lunch or dinner today.' I sighed. Oh, course he would leave me something like that. I grab the apple and place it in my backpack. Next, to a granola bar, he left me yesterday morning. I grab a cup and drink some water. I walk out of the house. I'm so happy it's cold. I don'
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"DADDY PLEASE!" I begged to my so-called father. "SHUT THE F_U_CK UP!!" he hollered back at me. He whipped me one last time. My back oozed blood and my body trembled with fear. At least today wasn't as bad as every other day. He wasn't drunk today so I didn't have to worry about the broken bottles being shoved into my thighs. I could never understand how a father could treat a child in such a cruel and inhumane way. What did I ever do to him? Oh, wait... I remember... I killed my mother... According to him, my birth was her death. My mother was 22 when she became pregnant with me. My father was overjoyed with the pregnancy. Up until he found out that she could not give birth. She would die from it. Knowing that his precious 'Mate' would die from the birth he was quick to change his mind. My mother, on the other hand, refused, as any other good mother would do. Quickly after my birth, my father named me Bane. Now I know what you're thinking. Isn't Bane the name of a boy? Isn't one of the characters from the comic book series Batman named Bane? Well, my answer is yes and yes. Bane is actually a word that means Destruction, Annihilation, murderer. That is what my father thought of me. I am a murderer. They say werewolves mate for life. Once a werewolf finds its mate, they are bonded together as one as soon as the male claims the female. Now whereas a normal couple consisting of two werewolves would be mates. My father and my mother were different. My father is a werewolf. A strong one at best. He was the main fighter of his pack and the second in command. I guess you could call him a Beta. My mother, on the other hand, was a normal human. She was small and fragile. That's why having a baby killed her. Her body was too small. Now I don't mean small as in underdeveloped. I just mean small as in 5ft and about 110 lbs. My father, on the other hand, was 6'4 and around 220 lbs. My father was easily twice my mother's size. I'm still surprised that she didn't die during the sex. "GO TO YOUR ROOM. YOU ARE NOT TO BE FED TONIGHT!" my father's voice smacked me back into reality. Too scared to say a word I used the little bit of strength I had left and I got up from the floor. I felt a sharp pain on my abdomen and realized that my father had kicked me. "FASTER" he yelled at the top of his lungs. I dragged my body upstairs and locked myself in my room. I laid on the bed and tears started to flow from my eyes. 17 years and I still could not endure my father's rage. How pathetic. I should be accustomed to it by now. I knew that I was bleeding, I walked into my bathroom and turned on the hot water. I stripped from my clothing and slowly climbed in. The water burned my cuts. Capturing the blood and dragging it down the drain. I whimpered but did not move. The pain will pass. The pain makes me feel alive. It reminds me that everything soon passes. I just hope this hell that I call home passes too... After my shower, I put on a different pair of clothing and climbed into bed. I cried quietly to myself until my sleep consumed me. Darkness, it is my only escape. It is the only thing that makes me feel safe… I woke up the next day to a very large pain in my back. Memories start to flood my head as I start to remember last night. I sigh, nothing new. I slowly get up but I can feel the pain. I hold back a cry and start to get dressed for school. I am putting on my shoes when I hear the front door open. My dad has left. That makes my muscles relax. Thank god... Once I have finished getting dressed for school I walk downstairs. I pass by the kitchen and see the fridge is locked. Of course, dad said no dinner. He wanted to make sure I wouldn't wake up while he was sleeping and grab something to munch on. I see an apple on the counter and a note next to. 'Eat it. No lunch or dinner today.' I sighed. Oh, course he would leave me something like that. I grab the apple and place it in my backpack. Next, to a granola bar, he left me yesterday morning. I grab a cup and drink some water. I walk out of the house. I'm so happy it's cold. I don'
Dreame
"DADDY PLEASE!" I begged to my so-called father. "SHUT THE F_U_CK UP!!" he hollered back at me. He whipped me one last time. My back oozed blood and my body trembled with fear. At least today wasn't as bad as every other day. He wasn't drunk today so I didn't have to worry about the broken bottles being shoved into my thighs. I could never understand how a father could treat a child in such a cruel and inhumane way. What did I ever do to him? Oh, wait... I remember... I killed my mother... According to him, my birth was her death. My mother was 22 when she became pregnant with me. My father was overjoyed with the pregnancy. Up until he found out that she could not give birth. She would die from it. Knowing that his precious 'Mate' would die from the birth he was quick to change his mind. My mother, on the other hand, refused, as any other good mother would do. Quickly after my birth, my father named me Bane. Now I know what you're thinking. Isn't Bane the name of a boy? Isn't one of the characters from the comic book series Batman named Bane? Well, my answer is yes and yes. Bane is actually a word that means Destruction, Annihilation, murderer. That is what my father thought of me. I am a murderer. They say werewolves mate for life. Once a werewolf finds its mate, they are bonded together as one as soon as the male claims the female. Now whereas a normal couple consisting of two werewolves would be mates. My father and my mother were different. My father is a werewolf. A strong one at best. He was the main fighter of his pack and the second in command. I guess you could call him a Beta. My mother, on the other hand, was a normal human. She was small and fragile. That's why having a baby killed her. Her body was too small. Now I don't mean small as in underdeveloped. I just mean small as in 5ft and about 110 lbs. My father, on the other hand, was 6'4 and around 220 lbs. My father was easily twice my mother's size. I'm still surprised that she didn't die during the sex. "GO TO YOUR ROOM. YOU ARE NOT TO BE FED TONIGHT!" my father's voice smacked me back into reality. Too scared to say a word I used the little bit of strength I had left and I got up from the floor. I felt a sharp pain on my abdomen and realized that my father had kicked me. "FASTER" he yelled at the top of his lungs. I dragged my body upstairs and locked myself in my room. I laid on the bed and tears started to flow from my eyes. 17 years and I still could not endure my father's rage. How pathetic. I should be accustomed to it by now. I knew that I was bleeding, I walked into my bathroom and turned on the hot water. I stripped from my clothing and slowly climbed in. The water burned my cuts. Capturing the blood and dragging it down the drain. I whimpered but did not move. The pain will pass. The pain makes me feel alive. It reminds me that everything soon passes. I just hope this hell that I call home passes too... After my shower, I put on a different pair of clothing and climbed into bed. I cried quietly to myself until my sleep consumed me. Darkness, it is my only escape. It is the only thing that makes me feel safe… I woke up the next day to a very large pain in my back. Memories start to flood my head as I start to remember last night. I sigh, nothing new. I slowly get up but I can feel the pain. I hold back a cry and start to get dressed for school. I am putting on my shoes when I hear the front door open. My dad has left. That makes my muscles relax. Thank god... Once I have finished getting dressed for school I walk downstairs. I pass by the kitchen and see the fridge is locked. Of course, dad said no dinner. He wanted to make sure I wouldn't wake up while he was sleeping and grab something to munch on. I see an apple on the counter and a note next to. 'Eat it. No lunch or dinner today.' I sighed. Oh, course he would leave me something like that. I grab the apple and place it in my backpack. Next, to a granola bar, he left me yesterday morning. I grab a cup and drink some water. I walk out of the house. I'm so happy it's cold. I don'
Dreame
"DADDY PLEASE!" I begged to my so-called father. "SHUT THE F_U_CK UP!!" he hollered back at me. He whipped me one last time. My back oozed blood and my body trembled with fear. At least today wasn't as bad as every other day. He wasn't drunk today so I didn't have to worry about the broken bottles being shoved into my thighs. I could never understand how a father could treat a child in such a cruel and inhumane way. What did I ever do to him? Oh, wait... I remember... I killed my mother... According to him, my birth was her death. My mother was 22 when she became pregnant with me. My father was overjoyed with the pregnancy. Up until he found out that she could not give birth. She would die from it. Knowing that his precious 'Mate' would die from the birth he was quick to change his mind. My mother, on the other hand, refused, as any other good mother would do. Quickly after my birth, my father named me Bane. Now I know what you're thinking. Isn't Bane the name of a boy? Isn't one of the characters from the comic book series Batman named Bane? Well, my answer is yes and yes. Bane is actually a word that means Destruction, Annihilation, murderer. That is what my father thought of me. I am a murderer. They say werewolves mate for life. Once a werewolf finds its mate, they are bonded together as one as soon as the male claims the female. Now whereas a normal couple consisting of two werewolves would be mates. My father and my mother were different. My father is a werewolf. A strong one at best. He was the main fighter of his pack and the second in command. I guess you could call him a Beta. My mother, on the other hand, was a normal human. She was small and fragile. That's why having a baby killed her. Her body was too small. Now I don't mean small as in underdeveloped. I just mean small as in 5ft and about 110 lbs. My father, on the other hand, was 6'4 and around 220 lbs. My father was easily twice my mother's size. I'm still surprised that she didn't die during the sex. "GO TO YOUR ROOM. YOU ARE NOT TO BE FED TONIGHT!" my father's voice smacked me back into reality. Too scared to say a word I used the little bit of strength I had left and I got up from the floor. I felt a sharp pain on my abdomen and realized that my father had kicked me. "FASTER" he yelled at the top of his lungs. I dragged my body upstairs and locked myself in my room. I laid on the bed and tears started to flow from my eyes. 17 years and I still could not endure my father's rage. How pathetic. I should be accustomed to it by now. I knew that I was bleeding, I walked into my bathroom and turned on the hot water. I stripped from my clothing and slowly climbed in. The water burned my cuts. Capturing the blood and dragging it down the drain. I whimpered but did not move. The pain will pass. The pain makes me feel alive. It reminds me that everything soon passes. I just hope this hell that I call home passes too... After my shower, I put on a different pair of clothing and climbed into bed. I cried quietly to myself until my sleep consumed me. Darkness, it is my only escape. It is the only thing that makes me feel safe… I woke up the next day to a very large pain in my back. Memories start to flood my head as I start to remember last night. I sigh, nothing new. I slowly get up but I can feel the pain. I hold back a cry and start to get dressed for school. I am putting on my shoes when I hear the front door open. My dad has left. That makes my muscles relax. Thank god... Once I have finished getting dressed for school I walk downstairs. I pass by the kitchen and see the fridge is locked. Of course, dad said no dinner. He wanted to make sure I wouldn't wake up while he was sleeping and grab something to munch on. I see an apple on the counter and a note next to. 'Eat it. No lunch or dinner today.' I sighed. Oh, course he would leave me something like that. I grab the apple and place it in my backpack. Next, to a granola bar, he left me yesterday morning. I grab a cup and drink some water. I walk out of the house. I'm so happy it's cold. I don'
Dreame
"DADDY PLEASE!" I begged to my so-called father. "SHUT THE F_U_CK UP!!" he hollered back at me. He whipped me one last time. My back oozed blood and my body trembled with fear. At least today wasn't as bad as every other day. He wasn't drunk today so I didn't have to worry about the broken bottles being shoved into my thighs. I could never understand how a father could treat a child in such a cruel and inhumane way. What did I ever do to him? Oh, wait... I remember... I killed my mother... According to him, my birth was her death. My mother was 22 when she became pregnant with me. My father was overjoyed with the pregnancy. Up until he found out that she could not give birth. She would die from it. Knowing that his precious 'Mate' would die from the birth he was quick to change his mind. My mother, on the other hand, refused, as any other good mother would do. Quickly after my birth, my father named me Bane. Now I know what you're thinking. Isn't Bane the name of a boy? Isn't one of the characters from the comic book series Batman named Bane? Well, my answer is yes and yes. Bane is actually a word that means Destruction, Annihilation, murderer. That is what my father thought of me. I am a murderer. They say werewolves mate for life. Once a werewolf finds its mate, they are bonded together as one as soon as the male claims the female. Now whereas a normal couple consisting of two werewolves would be mates. My father and my mother were different. My father is a werewolf. A strong one at best. He was the main fighter of his pack and the second in command. I guess you could call him a Beta. My mother, on the other hand, was a normal human. She was small and fragile. That's why having a baby killed her. Her body was too small. Now I don't mean small as in underdeveloped. I just mean small as in 5ft and about 110 lbs. My father, on the other hand, was 6'4 and around 220 lbs. My father was easily twice my mother's size. I'm still surprised that she didn't die during the sex. "GO TO YOUR ROOM. YOU ARE NOT TO BE FED TONIGHT!" my father's voice smacked me back into reality. Too scared to say a word I used the little bit of strength I had left and I got up from the floor. I felt a sharp pain on my abdomen and realized that my father had kicked me. "FASTER" he yelled at the top of his lungs. I dragged my body upstairs and locked myself in my room. I laid on the bed and tears started to flow from my eyes. 17 years and I still could not endure my father's rage. How pathetic. I should be accustomed to it by now. I knew that I was bleeding, I walked into my bathroom and turned on the hot water. I stripped from my clothing and slowly climbed in. The water burned my cuts. Capturing the blood and dragging it down the drain. I whimpered but did not move. The pain will pass. The pain makes me feel alive. It reminds me that everything soon passes. I just hope this hell that I call home passes too... After my shower, I put on a different pair of clothing and climbed into bed. I cried quietly to myself until my sleep consumed me. Darkness, it is my only escape. It is the only thing that makes me feel safe… I woke up the next day to a very large pain in my back. Memories start to flood my head as I start to remember last night. I sigh, nothing new. I slowly get up but I can feel the pain. I hold back a cry and start to get dressed for school. I am putting on my shoes when I hear the front door open. My dad has left. That makes my muscles relax. Thank god... Once I have finished getting dressed for school I walk downstairs. I pass by the kitchen and see the fridge is locked. Of course, dad said no dinner. He wanted to make sure I wouldn't wake up while he was sleeping and grab something to munch on. I see an apple on the counter and a note next to. 'Eat it. No lunch or dinner today.' I sighed. Oh, course he would leave me something like that. I grab the apple and place it in my backpack. Next, to a granola bar, he left me yesterday morning. I grab a cup and drink some water. I walk out of the house. I'm so happy it's cold. I don'
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"Many think B12 is the only nutrient that's hard to get on a plant-based diet. Through some unpleasant health issues I've learned it's not that simple. About two years after going - I started experiencing obvious symptoms of fatigue, anxiety, irritability and even a lower sex drive at times. I was . All this hit me like a ton of bricks over the span of a couple months! Rather than immediately blame this on my vegan diet (because I wasn't giving up on that), I decided to do some serious research. I'm Vegan Clare and this is my story of overcoming a debilitating hormone imbalance through - , empowering me to live my absolute best life... A quick background – I'm a digital creator, yoga instructor and proud - practitioner. I naturally evolved into a plant-based lifestyle starting out as a self-declared “flexitarian,” but have transitioned to a fully vegan diet the past 3 years. I practice regularly, , prioritize , eat a - and don't drink alcohol. How much healthier could I get?! Or so I thought... Right around my 2-year vegan anniversary those symptoms of depleted energy, anxiety, irritability and lower sex drive came one after another. Every week something new would hit me and I couldn't figure out why. On paper I was living as clean and healthy as it gets! After many holistic trials and errors, healing sessions, grounding moments and lifestyle changes, these symptoms would not go away. Finally fed up, I made a rare visit to the doctor to get some . What came back was deficiencies in , , - / – and a "major hormonal imbalance." The doctor recommended prescription pills for my anxiety and another to level out my hormone issue. I decided to take this newfound information and look for an answer holistically – without prescription drugs. One of my favorite mottos is “plants are the answer," so I went on a deep dive to find a plant-based, conscious and sustainable way to fix this. After hundreds of hours of research and meeting with a handful of highly-regarded nutritionists, I found out that my hormone imbalance (which was the major reason for all my symptoms) was rooted in my zinc and magnesium deficiencies. Both are essential to hormone production, synthesis and balance. On top of that, the nutritionists told me that getting the proper amount of B12 and Omega-3s DHA/EPA is extremely difficult on even the most well-planned plant-based diets. Unless I'm eating multiple bowls of algae per day I'll miss my DHA/EPA requirements. And we all know that B12 is tough to get from plants because of things like depleted soil and modern sanitation. Now the question was, " ' ?!" Cue in ! Through referrals from my vegan friends, fellow travelers and plant-based forums, I came across Complement Plus – - . It had everything I needed (B12, magnesium, zinc, DHA/EPA) plus a few more nutrients like iodine, K2 and Vitamin D, which aren't found abundantly in plant foods. " ’ ?" That's a hard yes for Vegan Clare! Within a month of making the switch to Complement Plus, . And today my and my ’ . Score! What impressed me most about Complement is the lengths they go to ensure their ingredients are properly sourced. They even do ! This means that every ingredient and dosage on the back of the bottle is verified by an independent lab. And just as important, the ingredients are tested for things like pesticides, E Coli, heavy metals, and salmonella. It's everything I could ask for in a supplement brand. In an industry that's loosely regulated, it gives me to know that I'm in good hands. With all this new vitality, I finally feel like I'm living my best life! This is me crushing it in Mexico last year (when we could still travel) – with an upgrade to my mental and physical condition thanks to Complement Plus!" Complement Plus has helped 11,000+ men and women - . Join them ➡ https://lovecomplement.com/pages/c-plus Subscribe and % !
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"DADDY PLEASE!" I begged to my so-called father. "SHUT THE F_U_CK UP!!" he hollered back at me. He whipped me one last time. My back oozed blood and my body trembled with fear. At least today wasn't as bad as every other day. He wasn't drunk today so I didn't have to worry about the broken bottles being shoved into my thighs. I could never understand how a father could treat a child in such a cruel and inhumane way. What did I ever do to him? Oh, wait... I remember... I killed my mother... According to him, my birth was her death. My mother was 22 when she became pregnant with me. My father was overjoyed with the pregnancy. Up until he found out that she could not give birth. She would die from it. Knowing that his precious 'Mate' would die from the birth he was quick to change his mind. My mother, on the other hand, refused, as any other good mother would do. Quickly after my birth, my father named me Bane. Now I know what you're thinking. Isn't Bane the name of a boy? Isn't one of the characters from the comic book series Batman named Bane? Well, my answer is yes and yes. Bane is actually a word that means Destruction, Annihilation, murderer. That is what my father thought of me. I am a murderer. They say werewolves mate for life. Once a werewolf finds its mate, they are bonded together as one as soon as the male claims the female. Now whereas a normal couple consisting of two werewolves would be mates. My father and my mother were different. My father is a werewolf. A strong one at best. He was the main fighter of his pack and the second in command. I guess you could call him a Beta. My mother, on the other hand, was a normal human. She was small and fragile. That's why having a baby killed her. Her body was too small. Now I don't mean small as in underdeveloped. I just mean small as in 5ft and about 110 lbs. My father, on the other hand, was 6'4 and around 220 lbs. My father was easily twice my mother's size. I'm still surprised that she didn't die during the sex. "GO TO YOUR ROOM. YOU ARE NOT TO BE FED TONIGHT!" my father's voice smacked me back into reality. Too scared to say a word I used the little bit of strength I had left and I got up from the floor. I felt a sharp pain on my abdomen and realized that my father had kicked me. "FASTER" he yelled at the top of his lungs. I dragged my body upstairs and locked myself in my room. I laid on the bed and tears started to flow from my eyes. 17 years and I still could not endure my father's rage. How pathetic. I should be accustomed to it by now. I knew that I was bleeding, I walked into my bathroom and turned on the hot water. I stripped from my clothing and slowly climbed in. The water burned my cuts. Capturing the blood and dragging it down the drain. I whimpered but did not move. The pain will pass. The pain makes me feel alive. It reminds me that everything soon passes. I just hope this hell that I call home passes too... After my shower, I put on a different pair of clothing and climbed into bed. I cried quietly to myself until my sleep consumed me. Darkness, it is my only escape. It is the only thing that makes me feel safe… I woke up the next day to a very large pain in my back. Memories start to flood my head as I start to remember last night. I sigh, nothing new. I slowly get up but I can feel the pain. I hold back a cry and start to get dressed for school. I am putting on my shoes when I hear the front door open. My dad has left. That makes my muscles relax. Thank god... Once I have finished getting dressed for school I walk downstairs. I pass by the kitchen and see the fridge is locked. Of course, dad said no dinner. He wanted to make sure I wouldn't wake up while he was sleeping and grab something to munch on. I see an apple on the counter and a note next to. 'Eat it. No lunch or dinner today.' I sighed. Oh, course he would leave me something like that. I grab the apple and place it in my backpack. Next, to a granola bar, he left me yesterday morning. I grab a cup and drink some water. I walk out of the house. I'm so happy it's cold. I don'
Dreame
"DADDY PLEASE!" I begged to my so-called father. "SHUT THE F_U_CK UP!!" he hollered back at me. He whipped me one last time. My back oozed blood and my body trembled with fear. At least today wasn't as bad as every other day. He wasn't drunk today so I didn't have to worry about the broken bottles being shoved into my thighs. I could never understand how a father could treat a child in such a cruel and inhumane way. What did I ever do to him? Oh, wait... I remember... I killed my mother... According to him, my birth was her death. My mother was 22 when she became pregnant with me. My father was overjoyed with the pregnancy. Up until he found out that she could not give birth. She would die from it. Knowing that his precious 'Mate' would die from the birth he was quick to change his mind. My mother, on the other hand, refused, as any other good mother would do. Quickly after my birth, my father named me Bane. Now I know what you're thinking. Isn't Bane the name of a boy? Isn't one of the characters from the comic book series Batman named Bane? Well, my answer is yes and yes. Bane is actually a word that means Destruction, Annihilation, murderer. That is what my father thought of me. I am a murderer. They say werewolves mate for life. Once a werewolf finds its mate, they are bonded together as one as soon as the male claims the female. Now whereas a normal couple consisting of two werewolves would be mates. My father and my mother were different. My father is a werewolf. A strong one at best. He was the main fighter of his pack and the second in command. I guess you could call him a Beta. My mother, on the other hand, was a normal human. She was small and fragile. That's why having a baby killed her. Her body was too small. Now I don't mean small as in underdeveloped. I just mean small as in 5ft and about 110 lbs. My father, on the other hand, was 6'4 and around 220 lbs. My father was easily twice my mother's size. I'm still surprised that she didn't die during the sex. "GO TO YOUR ROOM. YOU ARE NOT TO BE FED TONIGHT!" my father's voice smacked me back into reality. Too scared to say a word I used the little bit of strength I had left and I got up from the floor. I felt a sharp pain on my abdomen and realized that my father had kicked me. "FASTER" he yelled at the top of his lungs. I dragged my body upstairs and locked myself in my room. I laid on the bed and tears started to flow from my eyes. 17 years and I still could not endure my father's rage. How pathetic. I should be accustomed to it by now. I knew that I was bleeding, I walked into my bathroom and turned on the hot water. I stripped from my clothing and slowly climbed in. The water burned my cuts. Capturing the blood and dragging it down the drain. I whimpered but did not move. The pain will pass. The pain makes me feel alive. It reminds me that everything soon passes. I just hope this hell that I call home passes too... After my shower, I put on a different pair of clothing and climbed into bed. I cried quietly to myself until my sleep consumed me. Darkness, it is my only escape. It is the only thing that makes me feel safe… I woke up the next day to a very large pain in my back. Memories start to flood my head as I start to remember last night. I sigh, nothing new. I slowly get up but I can feel the pain. I hold back a cry and start to get dressed for school. I am putting on my shoes when I hear the front door open. My dad has left. That makes my muscles relax. Thank god... Once I have finished getting dressed for school I walk downstairs. I pass by the kitchen and see the fridge is locked. Of course, dad said no dinner. He wanted to make sure I wouldn't wake up while he was sleeping and grab something to munch on. I see an apple on the counter and a note next to. 'Eat it. No lunch or dinner today.' I sighed. Oh, course he would leave me something like that. I grab the apple and place it in my backpack. Next, to a granola bar, he left me yesterday morning. I grab a cup and drink some water. I walk out of the house. I'm so happy it's cold. I don'
Dreame
"DADDY PLEASE!" I begged to my so-called father. "SHUT THE F_U_CK UP!!" he hollered back at me. He whipped me one last time. My back oozed blood and my body trembled with fear. At least today wasn't as bad as every other day. He wasn't drunk today so I didn't have to worry about the broken bottles being shoved into my thighs. I could never understand how a father could treat a child in such a cruel and inhumane way. What did I ever do to him? Oh, wait... I remember... I killed my mother... According to him, my birth was her death. My mother was 22 when she became pregnant with me. My father was overjoyed with the pregnancy. Up until he found out that she could not give birth. She would die from it. Knowing that his precious 'Mate' would die from the birth he was quick to change his mind. My mother, on the other hand, refused, as any other good mother would do. Quickly after my birth, my father named me Bane. Now I know what you're thinking. Isn't Bane the name of a boy? Isn't one of the characters from the comic book series Batman named Bane? Well, my answer is yes and yes. Bane is actually a word that means Destruction, Annihilation, murderer. That is what my father thought of me. I am a murderer. They say werewolves mate for life. Once a werewolf finds its mate, they are bonded together as one as soon as the male claims the female. Now whereas a normal couple consisting of two werewolves would be mates. My father and my mother were different. My father is a werewolf. A strong one at best. He was the main fighter of his pack and the second in command. I guess you could call him a Beta. My mother, on the other hand, was a normal human. She was small and fragile. That's why having a baby killed her. Her body was too small. Now I don't mean small as in underdeveloped. I just mean small as in 5ft and about 110 lbs. My father, on the other hand, was 6'4 and around 220 lbs. My father was easily twice my mother's size. I'm still surprised that she didn't die during the sex. "GO TO YOUR ROOM. YOU ARE NOT TO BE FED TONIGHT!" my father's voice smacked me back into reality. Too scared to say a word I used the little bit of strength I had left and I got up from the floor. I felt a sharp pain on my abdomen and realized that my father had kicked me. "FASTER" he yelled at the top of his lungs. I dragged my body upstairs and locked myself in my room. I laid on the bed and tears started to flow from my eyes. 17 years and I still could not endure my father's rage. How pathetic. I should be accustomed to it by now. I knew that I was bleeding, I walked into my bathroom and turned on the hot water. I stripped from my clothing and slowly climbed in. The water burned my cuts. Capturing the blood and dragging it down the drain. I whimpered but did not move. The pain will pass. The pain makes me feel alive. It reminds me that everything soon passes. I just hope this hell that I call home passes too... After my shower, I put on a different pair of clothing and climbed into bed. I cried quietly to myself until my sleep consumed me. Darkness, it is my only escape. It is the only thing that makes me feel safe… I woke up the next day to a very large pain in my back. Memories start to flood my head as I start to remember last night. I sigh, nothing new. I slowly get up but I can feel the pain. I hold back a cry and start to get dressed for school. I am putting on my shoes when I hear the front door open. My dad has left. That makes my muscles relax. Thank god... Once I have finished getting dressed for school I walk downstairs. I pass by the kitchen and see the fridge is locked. Of course, dad said no dinner. He wanted to make sure I wouldn't wake up while he was sleeping and grab something to munch on. I see an apple on the counter and a note next to. 'Eat it. No lunch or dinner today.' I sighed. Oh, course he would leave me something like that. I grab the apple and place it in my backpack. Next, to a granola bar, he left me yesterday morning. I grab a cup and drink some water. I walk out of the house. I'm so happy it's cold. I don'