NeuroTypical

Hi and welcome Jonah!

And they don't stink! I've been so used to a certain amount of low-production values and cheeziness in LDS visual media, I'm a little in awe.

Said Mirk, posting live from the dirt road leading to Area51, part of the team ready to gun down the Naruto runners.

You work your butt off to get another job like that. That's what you can do to get heavenly father to bless you again in such a way.

One more day...

Sounds like a hard decision. Do you have another job lined up?

Heh. I found my motivation. Wanting to meet any grandchildren on this side of the veil.

Great devotional! BYU devotional on the love and laws of God - thechurchnews I remember arguing online back in 2015, asking mad people "why on earth do you want these children to have to choose between their parents and the church? The church isn't in the habit of driving wedges between families..."

Folks, if OP wishes to contribute further, he will. No need to second guess his genuineness. I remember back in the day, I agonized over a very personal question I was terrified to ask. I remember creating a dummy account and posting the question from a public library on the other side of town. I was able to sift through all the answers, and I never went back to that account. With a few decades hindsight, I was going overboard on staying anonymous to ask my question. But it was the biggest thing weighing on my mind at the time, and very embarrassing.

Just to bring it down to a personal level, here is what happened to me on Facebook.

So, let me quadruple down on my advice: Here's a common notion: "I can't do anything to cause her more stress, she's already talking about suicide, if I called off the wedding, she would kill herself and it would be my fault." That notion is a lie. Believing it is like willingly placing chains around your neck and selling yourself into slavery. What's worse, it's not slavery to a person, it's slavery to an illness. What's even more worse, is when someone has someone else catering to their illness, and acting out of fear of that illness, a big motivation to not be ill any more goes away. "I know he loves me because he helps me not feel suicidal." Why would she ever try to get healthy? She'd always be wondering if she was taking the thing away that has you loving her. She'd wonder if you'd leave her if she got healthy. Somewhere in your fiance, Sven, is a precious young lady, an inheritor of a divine birthright, a daughter of God. That lady needs to be running the show before she's ready to be married.

This one has an easy answer. Your hourlong video is of random nobody citizens being stupid and bad. The person holding the severed head of Trump is Kathy Griffin, an emmy award-winning celebrity with gigs on Dancing with the Stars, and CNN broadcasts with Anderson Cooper. If you want something similar, you'd have to show up with some celebrity on the right burning Obama in effigy. You see the difference, don't you?

Fixing someone's suicidal thoughts with premarital sex? Yeah, no, not the best idea. "I tried everything else but nothing worked" - her problems are not yours to fix. They are hers to fix. If I were you, I'd postpone the wedding, read a bunch of books on suicide, attend some premarital counseling sessions. I would not marry someone with unresolved suicidal issues - it's not fair to either of you.

I haven't, but I have many people in my life who have grappled at dealing with trauma of various kinds. A few things they (and the literature) tells me: - The brain can take time to process this stuff. Sometimes it needs to 'bounce around' in your brain a while before it finds its way to your long term memory. Can't make it happen faster than it'll happen. - Verbalizing helps. Not just typing it out, but putting the story into your voice box and sending them out your mouth. Not reading from a script, but putting your thoughts/memories/feelings into real audible words. - Support helps. Especially when the support has had something similar happen. Exactly like what you're searching for here on this thread. You got this Fether. Give it 48 hours, then a week, then a month. Tell us how you're progressing through it.

According to my daughter the last time we played (was somewhere around 2016), the goal was to cram absolutely as many children into the car as possible, and make husband sit in the back and cry.