HomesliceAbe

https://neal.fun/deep-sea/ Experience how deep the ocean can go. May cause thalassophobia.

https://joshworth.com/dev/pixelspace/pixelspace_solarsystem.html Scale the universe if the moon were the size of a pixel.

https://www.robinwords.com/ Fun word ladder game to test your vocabulary.

http://make-everything-ok.com/ For when you feel like things are just not going your way.

https://stellarium-web.org/ Look at and learn about the stars.

I was waiting to buy Tears of the Kingdom, thinking the price would go down eventually. Should I not do that?

My aunt and uncle got married new years day of 2000. Very easy to remember.

My joining hinges entirely on the answer to this question.

Absolutely! I'm still very proud of my achievement, of course!

I think I stopped reading just before that chapter...

I used to struggle gaining weight. Before I was 28, I never weighed more than 119 at 5'7". People would always comment on how tiny I was and saying they wished they could be skinny like me. I'd tell them I have a high metabolism, which isn't untrue, but I really wanted to tell them my secret was having massive bouts of depression where I only eat a handful of crackers or whatever at a time.

I have a bucket list in my phone and one of the items is "weigh more than 120 pounds." I thought that once I achieved it, it meant I had finally beaten depression. The day I went to my annual physical and weighed in at 125 was one of the happiest days of my life. (Still depressed af though lol.)

I was diagnosed with clinical depression around 2013, but definitely suffered from it as early as 2007. At first I was very embarrassed and ashamed of it, especially when I first started taking antidepressants. I didn't want to take medicine / be in therapy for the rest of my life. It didn't help that my parents were under the impression that I could eventually get over it -- saying things like "you don't want to be in therapy forever do you?" "You want to eventually not have to take antidepressants, right?" After a few years, I stopped trying to "cure" myself and began to accept that it's going to be a part of my life (and that's okay). Even my parents slowly started to realize that it will always be present. In fact, I started to become a little grateful for my depression, because I think it gives me a unique perspective on the world and life in general. I'm pretty open about my diagnosis now. I've had a few people tell me they're taken aback by how honest I am about my struggles. I tell them that, for me, living with depression is like being grass. Too much happy, yellow sunshine will make you dry, dead, and brown, and too much gloomy, blue rain will make you gray and root-rotted. You need a healthy balance of both to be lush and green (my favorite color).

A self help / "how to be successful" book for my birthday from my parents. It wasn't even that good -- it had typos and grammatical errors all over. I was in my early-mid 20s. My dad made me read a chapter every week (and take notes) and then he'd go over it with me. Eventually he stopped forcing me to read it because I put up too much of a fight.

Nothing says "I love you" like being reminded your parents see you as a failure.

There's a reason I'm in therapy...

• The Gettysburg Address.

• Lincoln's assassination and the aftermath.

• The trial of the conspirators. I'm fascinated with (and saddened by) the trial and execution of Mary Surratt.

• Pretty much anything related to Lincoln and the Civil War.

I had a cat that would do happy feet on you and purr when you were sick or sad. Cats really do love you; I'll never understand people who say they hate them.