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Día de los Muertos... This is something that I have thought about when it comes to Señor Huesudo and Assistant VI... Señor Huesudo’s sister, Alma, and Assistant VI’s mother, Paz, have known each other, which explains the last image showing the four of them together. At the time, Assistant VI and Señor Huesudo did encounter each other, but didn’t get to know each other. Paz and Alma had met at a community garden and the picture was taken during the end of the year garden party before summer ended and before they have passed on. Since Señor Huesudo and Assistant VI received their jobs as gate keepers of the veil between the realm of the living and the dead for a certain amount of time, Día de los Muertos became more important since it meant they would be able to see Alma and Paz as they have been granted the ability to see the dead as their job requires them to do so. As for Intern B, she hopes that one day she gets to know Assistant VI and Señor Huesudo a little more and that they will one day open up to share some memories. I share this because Dia de los Muertos is a day where not only do we mourn, but we also celebrate life and share memories of those who have passed on. Feliz Día de los Muertos and remember to cherish the memories you have made with the loved ones who have passed on. #diadelosmuertos #sketchesoninstagram #somethingimportant https://www.instagram.com/p/BpsulEbFP4X/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=twxmt9l8ky63

Radio Continentale - Power 102.1FM Boston & Atlanta - Chenet Nerette - Power 102.1fm Mia Lopez Promoters, Musicians, Producers, Media members and the public are all invited to come and celebrate the lives of past musicians who have left their mark on the HMI. Make it a point to share, repost and join us on Friday, May 18th at 11am at Notre Dame d’Haiti Catholic Church for an hour of praise to honor the memory of all our artists. #HMI #MemorialMass #HonorandPraise #SomethingDifferent #SomethingImportant (at Power 102.1 FM)

“You have the right to be involved. You have something important to contribute, and you have to take the risk to contribute it.” - Mae Jemison “Greatness can be captured in one word: lifestyle. Life is God's gift to you, style is what you make of it. ”- Mae Jemison #maejemison #greatness #righttogetinvolved #somethingimportant #rachypride #prophetofluv #prophetofluv33 #prophetofluv900 (at Massachusetts)

#feminist #feminism #weshouldallbefeminists #somethingimportant #stemgirls #steminist (at Birch Trail Boutique)

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So it had been about three years since I was diagnosed with lupus, depression, and ptsd. I was in a bad place then. I found no pleasure, no happiness in life or anything that I did. Even things that usually entertained me just made me more miserable. I couldn’t even stand to see other peoples happiness. My mother and I were at each other’s throats and I had many thought of suicide as did she. I was so behind in school. I had no motivation. I was defeated. I couldn’t even go outside for a walk because of the sun during the day and the shadows in the night. I was scared. Scared and angry. Angry at life, angry at my father, even at the only person who was helping me through it, my mother. I was overwhelmed. I didn’t like my doctors. I didn’t like online school. At the end of the year I transferred to a public school where I found friends, and for the first time in a while I felt ok. I was still overwhelmed though. I missed a lot of school because of doctors appointments and I just didn’t feel like going. I couldn’t bring myself to get up out of bed and go. I was tired, and still scared. I worked as hard as I could to get all my work done even though my motivation was gone. Many times I thought “what does it matter anyway. I’ll never do anything good”. Yet I managed to pass freshman year. Barely. The next year was better. I tried. I participated in academic decathlon; a club that requires a lot of extra effort. I worked hard to get good grades. My gpa was not the best, but I was getting better. I had friends, I had a boyfriend even. I was doing good. But then disaster struck again. I got the flu. I know this doesn’t sound bad but with a condition like lupus or any other immune disease you cannot afford to get sick. The tiniest thing can turn into a big thing. I stayed home for weeks, maybe even a month. I stopped talking to people. Eventually my mom took me to the emergency room because I just wasn’t getting better. I was coughing my lungs up but nothing ever came out. Turns out I had pneumonia and my left lung was almost halfway filled with liquid. I was scared again. Hospitals are scary places. I didn’t talk to anyone. Not even my boyfriend. He didn’t like that. I didn’t like that he didn’t like that. I spent two very long weeks in the hospital and when I got released I simply didn’t have the strength to return to school for the month or two remaining in the year, so I didn’t. I broke up with my boyfriend and spent the summer isolated and alone, depressed but not showing it. It was a long summer. Finally it was time for school again. I was exited but afraid. What if I fall back into what was going on before? What if I do terrible in the ap class I signed up for? What if I get overwhelmed? I couldn’t go back to my old group of friends. It was too awkward with my ex there. He really cared about me. But not in a healthy way. He cared that I cared for him. He was angry at me for being sick. I don’t need that in my life. I ended up hanging out with a girl I had met the previous year in academic decathlon she was quiet but smart. Now she is one of my very best friends and I couldn’t imagine life without her. She is in almost all of the same classes as me and the ones she isn’t in are either very close or on the way to my other classes. We spend a lot of time together and talk about all sorts of things but mostly the strange but entertaining books that she’s reading or writing or the inadequate teachers that seem to be everywhere. This year academic decathlon is a class and in it I met my brilliant and funny boyfriend who genuinely cares about me and my health. I am very happy now. I barely ever have thoughts of suicide or harming myself. I always go to school when I’m not at doctors appointments. I don’t want to miss a moment with them. And after all that I know what I want to do with my life. I want to be a pharmacist and research autoimmune diseases like lupus and potentially help the millions of others who suffer with what I have gone through. I love my classes, I love my friends, and I love my teachers even if some are a little odd. All I’m trying to say is that even if things seem hard in the moment that it gets better. I know there will be highs and lows but remember to enjoy the highs and learn from the lows. And always have dependable people in your life who you can lean on for love and support.

hi, even just only me here but I feel something is really close. This feeling is absolutely absence for a long time.