#secretmapping

[videogeist]

Hidden Places Katerbow Mirabellenbaum / plum tree 2022

Fine Art Print (available in different sizes)

https://videogeist.shop/products/hidden-places-katerbow-magnolien-baum-2022-signed-frame-2

#katerbow #brandenburg #neuruppin #hiddenplaces #philippgeist #videogeist #mirabellenbaum #plumtree #sundown #versteckteorte #projectionmapping #lightart #secretmapping #lichtkunst #lightpainting

[secretmapping]

In our latest project, we were working on monuments.  

Please enjoy:

Secret Mapping Experiment presents: Valley of Heroes

More info about the monument: https://www.spomenikdatabase.org/tjentiste

[danielbesnyo]

Secret Mapping Experiment Presents:
 Δημήτριος The Pirate Boat #secretmapping #secretmappingexperiment #boatmapping #pirateboat #dailyvisual #secretlocation #landart #mapping #projectionmapping #visualart #arts #animation #photography #light #lightinstallation #secretproject #lightart #natureart #visualartist #digitalart #nightphotography #boat #maps #sea #seaship #navy #shipwreck #history #captain #abounded #aboundedplaces #aboundedship #shipmapping #cargoship #brillaudiovisual https://www.instagram.com/p/B4snSN6h_kg/?igshid=5k2m98r4zklm

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PUBG Mobile Update 0.19.0 Coming on July 7 With New Livik Map - Gadgets 360

PUBG Mobile Update 0.19.0 Coming on July 7 With New Livik Map - Gadgets 360 PUBG Mobile 0.19.0 update will arrive on July 7, the company has announced through its Twitter handle. It will bring the recently named Livik map that is currently in the beta version of the game. The post on Twitter does not share any more details on what we can expect from the 0.19.0 update. However, from previous teasers, we know a few details about Livik itself, which is the first PUBG Mobile exclusive map till date. It is still unclear if the highly anticipated Erangel 2.0 map will make its way to the game with the 0.19.0 update. PUBG Mobile has shared the post on Twitter from its official account stating that the 0.19.0 update will come to the game on July 7. It adds that the new map called Livik will be introduced to the regular version of the game with this update. That is the only piece of information given by the team, but more can be expected in the coming days as we move closer to the July date. Livik is currently available for players to check out in the beta version of PUBG Mobile as ‘Secretmap'. It is the only map exclusive to PUBG Mobile as the rest of the maps first made their way to PC and console. Livik is two kilometres by two kilometres in size and will bring quick matches with a maximum of 40 players in a match. Each match will last for around 15 minutes. The new map contains new areas like a hot spring, volcano, and waterfall, among other points of interest. Read the full article

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numb little bug

I want to start this off by saying—loud and proud—I am a BIG believer in mental health treatment, medication, therapy, Reiki, moon water, yelling into the void... whatever it takes to feel okay again when you’re not.

That said, this is not a post about bashing meds. This is a post about finding the right ones—and the very real hell of wandering through the wrong ones like you're in the world's most depressing pharmacy-themed escape room.

For years, I was in and out of medication. I always had this mental image of the version of me I wanted to be—happy, light, energetic, sarcastic in a charming way (not the burnt-out feral goblin flavor). And for a while, I was that person. I was active, smiling, fun, present. A good mom, a good friend, a good me.

Then life did that thing it does. You know, where it sucker punches you and then asks why you’re crying.

Between COVID, burnout, isolation, and the thousand papercuts of adulthood, I slowly became a version of myself I didn’t recognize. Introverted became full-on hermit. I hated leaving the house. Hated even thinking about it. I was trapped in a cycle: Work. Home. Despair. Insomnia. Repeat.

And because life wasn’t spicy enough, I started drinking way too much and mentally berating myself for not “getting it together.” I thought, I used to be strong. I used to be fun. I used to laugh more. So, like any exhausted, overwhelmed, emotionally constipated healthcare worker, I went to the doctor.

We ran through the Greatest Hits: insomnia, panic attacks, depression, that “everything is wrong but I’m still somehow functioning” vibe. I’d always been high-strung, perfectionistic, a bit of a control freak (Type A, but make it spicy). Eventually I was tested for ADHD and autism—and surprise! My brain’s just a limited-edition collector’s item.

I left with a pile of prescriptions and a flicker of hope that maybe this was the start of getting myself back.

At first? Magic. I was sleeping. I wasn’t panicking. I didn’t care so much if the towels weren’t folded the “correct” way (and that’s saying something). But… I still wasn’t happy. I didn’t feel like me. I felt numb. And yeah, numb can feel like “better” compared to raw despair—but eventually, it’s just another prison.

New meds, new hope, same result.

I was exhausted no matter how long I slept. I was hiding in bed from my own life. I watched my dogs—who just wanted to play with me—lay by my bed like little furry emotional support sentinels. My kids needed me, and I couldn’t reach them from whatever fog I was buried in.

It got dark. Really dark. Like “do I even want to keep doing this?” dark.

I finally sat with my little cocktail of pills and wondered: what if part of what’s wrong is right here in this pile? SSRI after SSRI, they numbed me, but never healed me.

So I did what you’re not supposed to do (don’t be like me, seriously), and I stopped everything except my sleeping meds. Withdrawal was like fighting a demon in a Walmart parking lot with flip-flops on—but eventually, I surfaced. And something weird happened.

I started to feel… better.

But of course, life tossed another curveball and my anxiety and panic attacks came storming back in like they were late for a meeting. So I went back to the doctor, hat in hand, feeling like an idiot. Another SSRI. Round four. Spoiler: it did not fix me. I was back to dragging myself out of bed, missing out on life, watching time with my kids and dogs vanish into a medicated haze.

So yeah, I finally said, enough. We tried a different class—an SNRI this time, with Wellbutrin in the mix.

And then…

I. Woke. Up.

Like really woke up.

I felt rested without a pharmacy’s worth of pills. I cleaned my kitchen at 10 p.m. because I wanted to. I started talking with my kids again, asking questions about their lives and actually being present. I didn’t cancel plans last-minute. I walked the dogs. I got up the first time my alarm rang. I didn't feel like I was existing in some doomsday fog. I started living again.

The worst part of feeling good again is realizing how long you didn’t. How much you missed. How much of yourself you lost—and how alone you felt in that hollow space.

And I’ll be honest, I still wake up wondering if it’ll slip away again. If it’ll all fade back into the haze of too-much-and-not-enough.

Because here’s the truth people don’t talk about enough: not all meds work the same for everyone. SSRIs, SNRIs, tricyclics… it’s all trial and error. And error. And another error. And then maybe a win.

You think you’re doing everything right—taking your meds, seeing your doctor, checking all the boxes—and you still feel like a ghost in your own life. And worse, no one gets it. They don’t understand why you can’t just “come out,” or “go for a walk,” or “snap out of it.” They don’t understand the bone-deep shame of missing your kid’s milestones because you were too tired or anxious to get off the couch. They don’t get that you want to do things, but your brain has other plans—usually involving doom spirals or hiding under weighted blankets.

But if you’re in that space right now, let me say this: Don’t settle for half of you.

Keep going. Try the next thing. Advocate for yourself like your life depends on it—because sometimes, it really does.

I’m still on medication. I’ll likely always be. But now, I’m on the right ones. And for the first time in years, I feel like myself again.

Not numb. Not empty. Not just surviving.

Me. Whole. Here. Living.

And that… makes all the difference.

Source: numb little bug

[automaticvr]

Co-Founders of VRLA, Grassfed, and Secretmap invite you to explore new depths of creativity in a curation of interactive art and immersive technology at Innerspace on Saturday, September 22nd! Innerspace is a multi-sensory narrative experience that combines art, music, and cannabis for a journey through consciousness.

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PUBG Mobile Will Soon Get a New Exclusive Map Called Livik

PUBG Mobile Will Soon Get a New Exclusive Map Called Livik

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PUBG Mobile will soon get a new map called Livik that will be exclusive to the mobile version of the game. The announcement was made by the official PUBG Mobile account on Twitter, adding that the map is currently playable in the beta version of PUBG Mobile. This will be the first map that is exclusive to PUBG Mobile and has not first made its way to the PC or console versions of the…

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PUBG Mobile to Soon Get a New Exclusive Map Called Livik, Currently Playable in Beta Version

PUBG Mobile to Soon Get a New Exclusive Map Called Livik, Currently Playable in Beta Version

PUBG Mobile will soon get a new map called Livik that will be exclusive to the mobile version of the game. The announcement was made by the official PUBG Mobile account on Twitter, adding that the map is currently playable in the beta version of PUBG Mobile. This will be the first map that is exclusive to PUBG Mobile and has not first made its way to the PC or console versions of the game. As…

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For Honor Secret Map Gransgard HILARIOUS Brawls!

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numb little bug

I want to start this off by saying—loud and proud—I am a BIG believer in mental health treatment, medication, therapy, Reiki, moon water, yelling into the void... whatever it takes to feel okay again when you’re not.

That said, this is not a post about bashing meds. This is a post about finding the right ones—and the very real hell of wandering through the wrong ones like you're in the world's most depressing pharmacy-themed escape room.

For years, I was in and out of medication. I always had this mental image of the version of me I wanted to be—happy, light, energetic, sarcastic in a charming way (not the burnt-out feral goblin flavor). And for a while, I was that person. I was active, smiling, fun, present. A good mom, a good friend, a good me.

Then life did that thing it does. You know, where it sucker punches you and then asks why you’re crying.

Between COVID, burnout, isolation, and the thousand papercuts of adulthood, I slowly became a version of myself I didn’t recognize. Introverted became full-on hermit. I hated leaving the house. Hated even thinking about it. I was trapped in a cycle: Work. Home. Despair. Insomnia. Repeat.

And because life wasn’t spicy enough, I started drinking way too much and mentally berating myself for not “getting it together.” I thought, I used to be strong. I used to be fun. I used to laugh more. So, like any exhausted, overwhelmed, emotionally constipated healthcare worker, I went to the doctor.

We ran through the Greatest Hits: insomnia, panic attacks, depression, that “everything is wrong but I’m still somehow functioning” vibe. I’d always been high-strung, perfectionistic, a bit of a control freak (Type A, but make it spicy). Eventually I was tested for ADHD and autism—and surprise! My brain’s just a limited-edition collector’s item.

I left with a pile of prescriptions and a flicker of hope that maybe this was the start of getting myself back.

At first? Magic. I was sleeping. I wasn’t panicking. I didn’t care so much if the towels weren’t folded the “correct” way (and that’s saying something). But… I still wasn’t happy. I didn’t feel like me. I felt numb. And yeah, numb can feel like “better” compared to raw despair—but eventually, it’s just another prison.

New meds, new hope, same result.

I was exhausted no matter how long I slept. I was hiding in bed from my own life. I watched my dogs—who just wanted to play with me—lay by my bed like little furry emotional support sentinels. My kids needed me, and I couldn’t reach them from whatever fog I was buried in.

It got dark. Really dark. Like “do I even want to keep doing this?” dark.

I finally sat with my little cocktail of pills and wondered: what if part of what’s wrong is right here in this pile? SSRI after SSRI, they numbed me, but never healed me.

So I did what you’re not supposed to do (don’t be like me, seriously), and I stopped everything except my sleeping meds. Withdrawal was like fighting a demon in a Walmart parking lot with flip-flops on—but eventually, I surfaced. And something weird happened.

I started to feel… better.

But of course, life tossed another curveball and my anxiety and panic attacks came storming back in like they were late for a meeting. So I went back to the doctor, hat in hand, feeling like an idiot. Another SSRI. Round four. Spoiler: it did not fix me. I was back to dragging myself out of bed, missing out on life, watching time with my kids and dogs vanish into a medicated haze.

So yeah, I finally said, enough. We tried a different class—an SNRI this time, with Wellbutrin in the mix.

And then…

I. Woke. Up.

Like really woke up.

I felt rested without a pharmacy’s worth of pills. I cleaned my kitchen at 10 p.m. because I wanted to. I started talking with my kids again, asking questions about their lives and actually being present. I didn’t cancel plans last-minute. I walked the dogs. I got up the first time my alarm rang. I didn't feel like I was existing in some doomsday fog. I started living again.

The worst part of feeling good again is realizing how long you didn’t. How much you missed. How much of yourself you lost—and how alone you felt in that hollow space.

And I’ll be honest, I still wake up wondering if it’ll slip away again. If it’ll all fade back into the haze of too-much-and-not-enough.

Because here’s the truth people don’t talk about enough: not all meds work the same for everyone. SSRIs, SNRIs, tricyclics… it’s all trial and error. And error. And another error. And then maybe a win.

You think you’re doing everything right—taking your meds, seeing your doctor, checking all the boxes—and you still feel like a ghost in your own life. And worse, no one gets it. They don’t understand why you can’t just “come out,” or “go for a walk,” or “snap out of it.” They don’t understand the bone-deep shame of missing your kid’s milestones because you were too tired or anxious to get off the couch. They don’t get that you want to do things, but your brain has other plans—usually involving doom spirals or hiding under weighted blankets.

But if you’re in that space right now, let me say this: Don’t settle for half of you.

Keep going. Try the next thing. Advocate for yourself like your life depends on it—because sometimes, it really does.

I’m still on medication. I’ll likely always be. But now, I’m on the right ones. And for the first time in years, I feel like myself again.

Not numb. Not empty. Not just surviving.

Me. Whole. Here. Living.

And that… makes all the difference.

Source: numb little bug

[akostoth]

loom under the hill digital mapping, with the shared project Secret Mapping Experiment https://www.facebook.com/secretmapping

[videogeist]

Hidden Places Katerbow Mirabellenbaum / plum tree 2022

Fine Art Print

https://videogeist.shop/products/hidden-places-katerbow-magnolien-baum-2022-signed-frame-1

#katerbow #brandenburg #neuruppin #hiddenplaces #philippgeist #videogeist #mirabellenbaum #plumtree #sundown #versteckteorte #projectionmapping #lightart #secretmapping #lichtkunst #lightpainting

[secretmapping]

Secret Mapping Experiments Presents: Freedom of concrete

[danielbesnyo]

Few pictures from my very first exhibition Secret Mapping x Daniel Besnyo Secret Spheres exhibiton #secretmappingexperiment #secretmapping #secretmappingexhibition #secretspheres #exhibition #bartoknegyed #ablakabartokra #mome #trafo #nka #letitbe!artagency #telekom #smART! #dailyvisual #secretmappingexperiment #secretlocation #landart #mapping #projectionmapping #visual #art #visualart #animation #photography #3dmapping #light #lightinstallation #secretprojection #lightart #visualart #teamwork #natureart #visualartist #lightartist #digitalart (helyszín: Bercsényi Utca) https://www.instagram.com/p/B3RnLVihiTx/?igshid=549bxz9am1wv

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numb little bug

I want to start this off by saying—loud and proud—I am a BIG believer in mental health treatment, medication, therapy, Reiki, moon water, yelling into the void... whatever it takes to feel okay again when you’re not.

That said, this is not a post about bashing meds. This is a post about finding the right ones—and the very real hell of wandering through the wrong ones like you're in the world's most depressing pharmacy-themed escape room.

For years, I was in and out of medication. I always had this mental image of the version of me I wanted to be—happy, light, energetic, sarcastic in a charming way (not the burnt-out feral goblin flavor). And for a while, I was that person. I was active, smiling, fun, present. A good mom, a good friend, a good me.

Then life did that thing it does. You know, where it sucker punches you and then asks why you’re crying.

Between COVID, burnout, isolation, and the thousand papercuts of adulthood, I slowly became a version of myself I didn’t recognize. Introverted became full-on hermit. I hated leaving the house. Hated even thinking about it. I was trapped in a cycle: Work. Home. Despair. Insomnia. Repeat.

And because life wasn’t spicy enough, I started drinking way too much and mentally berating myself for not “getting it together.” I thought, I used to be strong. I used to be fun. I used to laugh more. So, like any exhausted, overwhelmed, emotionally constipated healthcare worker, I went to the doctor.

We ran through the Greatest Hits: insomnia, panic attacks, depression, that “everything is wrong but I’m still somehow functioning” vibe. I’d always been high-strung, perfectionistic, a bit of a control freak (Type A, but make it spicy). Eventually I was tested for ADHD and autism—and surprise! My brain’s just a limited-edition collector’s item.

I left with a pile of prescriptions and a flicker of hope that maybe this was the start of getting myself back.

At first? Magic. I was sleeping. I wasn’t panicking. I didn’t care so much if the towels weren’t folded the “correct” way (and that’s saying something). But… I still wasn’t happy. I didn’t feel like me. I felt numb. And yeah, numb can feel like “better” compared to raw despair—but eventually, it’s just another prison.

New meds, new hope, same result.

I was exhausted no matter how long I slept. I was hiding in bed from my own life. I watched my dogs—who just wanted to play with me—lay by my bed like little furry emotional support sentinels. My kids needed me, and I couldn’t reach them from whatever fog I was buried in.

It got dark. Really dark. Like “do I even want to keep doing this?” dark.

I finally sat with my little cocktail of pills and wondered: what if part of what’s wrong is right here in this pile? SSRI after SSRI, they numbed me, but never healed me.

So I did what you’re not supposed to do (don’t be like me, seriously), and I stopped everything except my sleeping meds. Withdrawal was like fighting a demon in a Walmart parking lot with flip-flops on—but eventually, I surfaced. And something weird happened.

I started to feel… better.

But of course, life tossed another curveball and my anxiety and panic attacks came storming back in like they were late for a meeting. So I went back to the doctor, hat in hand, feeling like an idiot. Another SSRI. Round four. Spoiler: it did not fix me. I was back to dragging myself out of bed, missing out on life, watching time with my kids and dogs vanish into a medicated haze.

So yeah, I finally said, enough. We tried a different class—an SNRI this time, with Wellbutrin in the mix.

And then…

I. Woke. Up.

Like really woke up.

I felt rested without a pharmacy’s worth of pills. I cleaned my kitchen at 10 p.m. because I wanted to. I started talking with my kids again, asking questions about their lives and actually being present. I didn’t cancel plans last-minute. I walked the dogs. I got up the first time my alarm rang. I didn't feel like I was existing in some doomsday fog. I started living again.

The worst part of feeling good again is realizing how long you didn’t. How much you missed. How much of yourself you lost—and how alone you felt in that hollow space.

And I’ll be honest, I still wake up wondering if it’ll slip away again. If it’ll all fade back into the haze of too-much-and-not-enough.

Because here’s the truth people don’t talk about enough: not all meds work the same for everyone. SSRIs, SNRIs, tricyclics… it’s all trial and error. And error. And another error. And then maybe a win.

You think you’re doing everything right—taking your meds, seeing your doctor, checking all the boxes—and you still feel like a ghost in your own life. And worse, no one gets it. They don’t understand why you can’t just “come out,” or “go for a walk,” or “snap out of it.” They don’t understand the bone-deep shame of missing your kid’s milestones because you were too tired or anxious to get off the couch. They don’t get that you want to do things, but your brain has other plans—usually involving doom spirals or hiding under weighted blankets.

But if you’re in that space right now, let me say this: Don’t settle for half of you.

Keep going. Try the next thing. Advocate for yourself like your life depends on it—because sometimes, it really does.

I’m still on medication. I’ll likely always be. But now, I’m on the right ones. And for the first time in years, I feel like myself again.

Not numb. Not empty. Not just surviving.

Me. Whole. Here. Living.

And that… makes all the difference.

Source: numb little bug

[cyberpankaj]

PUBG Mobile Fourex Map: New Upcoming Secret Map

PUBG Mobile Fourex Map: New Upcoming Secret Map

PUBG Mobile recently released the new beta version of the game along with the new Upcoming Secret Fourex Map.

It’s called ‘Secretmap’ within the PUBG Mobile beta version but a report suggests that the name of this new map might be ‘Fourex’. This new map was tease by PUBG Mobile on Twitter. Also with some postcards showing four different areas of the map.

PUBG Mobile may soon be getting a serious…

[robeeden]

PUBG Mobile New Features Updates

PUBG Mobile New Features Updates

From SPAS-12 to Monster Truck: These new features will soon be added to PUBG Mobile

New Mysterious Jungle Mode will be added on PUBG Mobile on June 1

P90 SMG and SPAS-12 guns seen in PUBG mobile beta version

New secretmap included in beta, stable version may come with Fourex name

New Delhi ,Gaming,(PUBG Mobile New Features Updates):Within the coming few days we will get many changes and many…