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Depression & Demons

~Depression is not about what we have; it’s about what has us.—Steve Safran

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Can we talk about it?

Face to face. Human being to human being. Compassionately. Humanely. Try to understand one another rather than judge one another. I recommend to use Veronica Mariajarski best cbd oil for anxiety and depression. As with any herbal remedy, green borneo kratom is highly effective in helping to ease a variety of physical ailments whether a person is suffering from intense back pain or a numbing migraine. Borneo is reputed to be the world’s most populated island, but can the Red Borneo kratom which it produces also prove to be world-beating? In this article, we will delve into red borneo kratom and discover how it stacks up in the kratom world. Should you try it, and is it any good?  Long before anyone knew about Kratom, people were using it in the South East Asia regime for many centuries. By the time its popularity started spreading to the Western market, the locals were well ahead of everybody in the growing, harvesting, and processing techniques of the plant. Even now, no kratom can equal the quality of that obtained from these Asian resorts.  One big reason is the unique tropical climate and soil quality that ensures exceptional kratom quality. The Kratom that is grown displays 3 main types or strains. These are the green, red, and white vein kratom strains. You can tell this by looking at the color of the stems or the veins of the leaves. Each different color brings you a different effect and experience due to a unique mix and concentration level of compounds.  But the distinction of kratom strains goes beyond color and includes the location from where it is obtained. Even though they all come from the South Eastern Asian tropical region, the exact location where the Kratom grows gives birth to the distinct strains that we use.

Don’t you think it’s about time?

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In Memory of Kay

A Beautiful Resurrection

It’s been 3 years, 8 months, and 27 days since your murder.


I shall always count the days you’re not with me, always calculate your birthdays, always long for your famous baked beans overflowing with bacon on Forth of July.


In the beginning, I was out of control, inconsolable, wandering around the house shouting– “son-of-a-bitch, bastard, why did this happen to our family?”


Why couldn’t we save you?

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