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[untouchvbles]

Acura NSX (NA1) at WCEC's Season Opener (2024) in West Bend, WI.

[strictstandards]

Bippu Car Style in Full 360 🔄

1999 Lexus GS300 on Weds Kranze LXZ Wheels (18x10.5”) & KSport Air Lift Suspension

Strict Standards Streetwear returns, delivering the bippu-car packs as promised. Elegance bares while the entire walk-around of Clique Member Hassan Ali showcases superb attention to detail through interior and exterior modifications. While using footage from this clip as early teasers, car enthusiasts can enjoy the whole experience of Hassan’s project- while Lexus owners take notes on his modified 1999 Lexus GS300 on Weds Kranze LXZ Wheels. 

🔑 @ali_gs300 

#STRICTSTANDARDS · #FINESTFAM 🇦🇪

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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

[alanalfordsportstalkshow]

Tiffeany Roderick CEO/Founder of First & Ten LLC Joins the Alan Alford Show!

Thank you, CEO/Founder, Tiffeany Roderick of First & Ten LLC for being our Special Guest on the Alan Alford Sports Talk Show!!! 💯🙏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽🎙️🙂

Tiffeany created a fun environment for women to learn about the game of football in a fun, judgement free zone, and creates new football fans! Please enjoy this wonderful interview with Tiffeany, connect with her on social media and visit her website: firstandtenllc.com 👈🏽👈🏽 We tremendously appreciate Tiffeany Roderick for joining us on the Alan Alford Sports Talk Show! 💯🙏🏽🎙️🙂 👀Chef Gaston D Merideth, CEC, WCEC, CAFMS, CHM, Gaston's Culinary Services, Dallas Cowboys, National Football League (NFL), #alanalford #alanalfordsportstalkshow #tiffeanyroderick #athlete #firstandtenllc #chefgsfloridabbqsauce #chef #DallasCowboys #food #foodie #football #NFL #TonyDorsett #MicahParsons #sports #women #womeninbusiness #womenempowerment #womenentrepreneurs #girls #girlpower #girlboss #gastonsculinary #culinary #foodandbeverage

[digitalmore]

ประธานเนตา ออโต: รถยนตพลงงานใหมจะมาเปนสถานปลายทางของการเคลอนทแบบดจทล

การประชุมนักธุรกิจชาวจีนโลก (World Chinese Entrepreneurs Convention : WCEC) ครั้งที่ 16 เป��ดฉากอย่างเป็นทางการที่ประเทศไทยเมื่อวันที่ 25 มิถุนายน รวบรวมนักธุรกิจชาวจีนมากกว่า 3,000 คนจากทั่วทุกมุมโลกม… อ่านเพิ่ม from BangkokStyle.online https://ift.tt/hXLuwaS

[empowertheus-blog]

Thanking WCEC for a great Expo and networking event #wcec #womeninbusiness #womenempowerment #womenbusinessowners

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What you missed at WCEC 2017

What you missed at WCEC 2017

The Workers’ Compensation Institute’s 72nd annual Workers’ Compensation Educational Conference, held Aug. 7-9 at the Orlando World Center Marriott in Florida, once again saw record attendance numbers. Read more here:: Property Casualty 360

[henmk7]

That LoLo coming soon. ______________________________________________ #volkswagen #vwwisconsin #mk7golf #mk7 #mk7internationaldriversclub #wcec #canonphotography #butterflykissesphotography

[urotuning]

@whoisnordy at a chilly cars and coffee and @noah.shoots heating things up with the 🔥🔥 shot 🙏🏻 #mk6gti #gti #volkswagen #volkswagengti #vw #konigwheels #treadsquad #wcec #unitronic #cobbtuning #kliimotorwerkes #kliimw #mightycarmods #oakley #sponserme #forgesuspension #urotuning #lowlife #lowlifestyle #lovemycar #boosted #carsandcoffee https://ift.tt/2u48rjc

[untouchvbles]

Toyota Aristo (S160) at WCEC's Season Opener (2024) in West Bend, WI.

[irispublisherscivilengineering]

About the Sustainability of Buildings

Opinion

According to WCEC – Brudtland Report 1987 “Sustainable development is a development that meets the needs of the present without compromising of the ability of the future generations to meet their own needs.” Sustainability is at the confluence of the three dimensions (Figure 1).

Buildings are very important industrial sector of sustainable development. The building industry represent approximately 40% of the total energy consumed. The energy used for heating and/or cooling, during the service life of a building is approximately 80% of the total energy consumed through building life cycle; 7% energy is used with row materials and contribution to energy due to demolition is 3%. According to some studies and to the paper of Y.J.GE and H.F. Xiang (IABSE Symposium Bangkok 2009) the Pyramid of Building Sustainability is presented in the Figure 2 (Figure 2).

Read More about this article: https://irispublishers.com/ctcse/fulltext/about-the-sustainability-of-buildings.ID.000668.php

Read More about Iris Publishers Google scholar Articles: https://scholar.google.com/citations?view_op=view_citation&hl=en&user=LoZ6uCQAAAAJ&cstart=20&pagesize=80&citation_for_view=LoZ6uCQAAAAJ:ZuybSZzF8UAC

[don-lichterman]

Women’s Center for Entrepreneurship Celebrates Pride Month with Programs and Critical Resources for LGBTQ Entrepreneurs - World News Report

Women’s Center for Entrepreneurship Celebrates Pride Month with Programs and Critical Resources for LGBTQ Entrepreneurs – World News Report

WCEC Women’s Business Center WCEC Women’s Business Center Provides Business Counseling, Technical Assistance and Access to Capital for Women, BIPOC and LGBTQ Small Business Owners Diversity, equity and inclusion is not only one of our core principles, it is just good business for diverse groups to have a seat at the table.” — Rana Shanawani CHATHAM, NJ, UNITED STATES, June 28, 2022…

[krapalm]

หอการค้าไทย-จีนเดินหน้าจัดประชุม WCEC ครั้งที่16

หอการค้าไทย-จีนพร้อมเดินหน้าเป็นเจ้าภาพจัดประชุมผู้ประกอบการชาวจีนโลก(WCEC) ครั้งที่ 16 ระหว่าง 20-22 พฤษภาคม 2566 ที่กรุงเทพฯ หลังรับมอบธงอย่างเป็นทางการแล้ว พลิกทุกวิกฤติให้เป็นโอกาสคาดดึงทัพธุรกิจจากจีนทั่วโลกกว่า 3,000 คน เข้าร่วมเปิดลู่ทางการค้าการลงทุนเชื่อม EEC-BRI สร้างเชื่อมั่นประเทศไทย นายณรงค์ศักดิ์ พุทธพรมงคล ประธานกรรมการ หอการค้าไทย-จีน เปิดเผยว่า…

[vishwadha]

Women's Center for Entrepreneurship Celebrates Black History Month with Panel and Keynote by African American Chamber of Commerce of NJ President John Harmon

Women’s Center for Entrepreneurship Celebrates Black History Month with Panel and Keynote by African American Chamber of Commerce of NJ President John Harmon

WCEC Women’s Business Center Small Business Panel Spotlights Black Entrepreneurs and Stories of Resilience and Recovery CHATHAM, N.J., February 10, 2022 /PRNewswire-PRWeb/ — The Women’s Center for Entrepreneurship is celebrating Black History Month with a dynamic panel and exciting roster of programs. The panel will feature a keynote presentation by John Harmon, President of the African American…

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VIDEO: NU presents Workers' Comp awards during WCEC 2017 General Session

VIDEO: NU presents Workers’ Comp awards during WCEC 2017 General Session

National Underwriter Property & Casualty presents the awards for Excellence in Workers’ Compensation Risk Management at the 72nd annual Workers’ Compensation Educational Conference. Read more here:: Property Casualty 360

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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

[henmk7]

DEAD END NO DUMPING #volkswagen #vwwisconsin #mk7golf #mk7 #mk7internationaldriversclub #wcec #canonphotography #butterflykissesphotography