For privacy reasons, I will refer to her as Bella instead of her actual name.
Bella was the first true friend I made last September when I started high school. We were different in so many things yet I felt like I found my person.
We became a part of the same friend group which at first, both of us didn't like that much. That was the reason we mostly hung out just the two of us. I trusted her with my whole life and shared everything with her.
One thing we had in common was having trouble controlling our emotions. She explained to me that she doesn't feel empathy as much as others so it's hard for her to help me when I'm struggling. Even though I'm not good at that as well, I still tried my best to comfort her when I needed to. However, we unconsciously learned to just distance from each other whenever we sensed that something is wrong, just to avoid conflict or getting hurt. Things weren't always the best, we used to argue, but we would always make up.
This worked out at start, but the it became a problem once my mental health downfall in February/March. I was too depressed to engage in social activities, even simply talking to others from my class.
I thought we were good, but turns out not being able to help me caused her a lot of stress. This is why she just stopped talking to me. At first I was so heartbroken I forced myself to hate her. I avoided her every chance I got, which was the worst mistake I made.
She's a very outgoing person and has a lot of friends, while I'm left on my own to figure it out. She started avoiding me as well, and it just hurts so bad. I used to feel jealous, I hated seeing her happy with people that weren't me. Now I just hate myself even more for feeling that way, when she has every right to move on, make new friends and be happy with them. I just wish I could be in her shoes to understand how she felt in that period of time.
I blame myself for being so fucking sensitive and overemotional. I hate myself for throwing away our friendship and ruining it just because I couldn't put myself together. I often cry myself to sleep thinking about her, because she learned how to be happy without me, yet without her I still feel so empty.
I'm changing schools (not necessarily because of this situation) and I only have two days left here. I'm debating whether I should sit her down and have a talk about everything. I'm horrible at confrontation so idk how I would do that, if I wasn't so bad at it and wasn't so fucking stubborn I probably would've already talked to her about this.
If I never get myself to talk to her before I leave, I will just hate myself even more. This is so hard.

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Jagger
I have only ever told this to my close friends. I feel like people need to know me first, and know me well, to know that I'm not crazy before I tell them this story. Maybe this isn't like most creepy pasta stories, I'm not telling you something horrible and terrifying that I'm pretending is happening now. I'm telling you something that DID happen. Something that has NO explanation. Something so irrefutable by my own mind, that it forced me to choose being Agnostic, over being Atheist, because what I saw and felt was proof, there is something more out there.
I must have been about 12. My family had just moved to South Carolina, my family being my Dad and step-mom. We didn't have a proper house yet, just an apartment. It's not the kind of place that I would have ever expected something like this to happen. This place, I'm sure, was not haunted. After some research when I was a kid I concluded that there was no burial ground, no reason whatsoever for this location to be home to some type of repeat-cycle haunting.
One day I was grounded, probably for something that I did at school. I couldn't tell you at this point as it so immediately became the least of my worries. Three days, I was to stay in my room, only to come out for dinner and nothing else. There just so happened to be a Ghost Hunters marathon on around this time, and I had a TV in my room so I thought it as good a way as any to pass the time.
As I watched the shows I became very skeptical, but there were some encounters that made me think to myself, it's weird none of this has happened to me. Over the next day or so I even became a little jealous of the more intense encounters the people on the show were having.
Bored out of my entire mind I began to contemplate some way to get a ghost to visit me. I thought of a Ouija board. However I had no money and didn't know anyone with one. The most straight forward way to go about it I supposed was to ask. Now as a kid, coming from an abusive home, separated parents, mother was a drug addict who left us, I had to grow up sooner than most. I had considered death, and life, and what came after, many times all on my own. I had come to the conclusion that I just can't believe anything I'm told, and would rather see for myself if there is anything out there. However that day hadn't come, so I had settled on "Temporary Atheist".
That being said it was in a sort of mocking tone, that I clasped my hands over my air mattress, and began to pray to God. At first cheerily, but as the prayer went on, almost as if I had unconsciously realized my fatal error, my tone grew more serious. "God, if you are out there, if you exist at all. Send me a spirit, a ghost, I don't care. Send me something to meet, send me a messenger that there is life beyond this."
That turned out to be, maybe the worst mistake of my life. I would have happily gone on with my life as an Atheist, and while there are some comforts in knowing there is something more, such as not fearing death quite as much, I would have traded that knowledge away in an instant, to save me from what came that night.
It was around two in the morning. I lay, right after finishing watching my show, on my air mattress in the dark. Nervous, goosebumps on my arms, feeling cold even in the blankets. It was fun to ask for this during the day, but once the light went out, I was far more terrified than I was excited, to meet whomever God may send me. I couldn't sleep, wasn't even slightly tired.
As I lay there on my side trying to fall asleep, it seemed as though my fan had gone on mute, as the air mattress depressed behind me, and my messenger arrived. I was so scared, it was at this moment I realized what I may have asked for, after seeing all of the times that the hunters in the show seemed to know whether or not a spirit had a positive or negative feeling, I realized now how they could tell. This..Thing, I could feel it snaking it's arm around my stomach. my shirt folded, the skin under it icy, I could feel it like it were a person. A cold persons arm. It wrapped over my stomach and clutched the underside of me, for a moment I thought, "This is it, it's going to pull me away and nobody will ever see me again, what did I do!?"
As its grip tightened I became more and more terrified, I had time even to think about quickly hitting the light on the lamp, I had to aim, I thought about where the switch was before doing it, it had to be a perfect thrust, I needed to be fast. I was so fucking terrified.. I screamed as I reached for the light and flipped it on, simultaneously throwing myself from my bed, the closet door which had been closed was open all the way to the wall. I had closed it on purpose out of fear, and there it sat, even though the light was on the darkness inside scared me so much I couldn't move. I was afraid that if I ran to the door something would steal me away into it. So I sat there all night, staring, petrified at the open door and the darkness. This is how I know I never slept that night, I never dreamed up anything, there was no sleep paralysis, no spirit. This Thing. It had come for me, and left when I ran. This, I realized the next night, couldn't be thing that God sent, for what came for me the night after..If God sent it he is cruel.
The next night I was finally off grounding. I couldn't be more grateful to escape my room. I knew there was no way I was going to fall asleep again. Not after what happened last night. I was still spiked awake. I decided to bring my stuff into the living room to sleep there for the night. I stared down the hallway at my bedroom door, I had closed all the doors in the hallway, to be sure nothing could come out of one without alerting me first.
My door was at the end of the hall, to the left of it, around the corner, was the bathroom. Even recalling this is making my skin crawl, imagining it in my head makes me sick, I feel weak and terrified just thinking about it.. anyway.. The night dragged on after dinner at seven, my stepmom and dad had gone to their room and fallen asleep. 8pm, 9pm, 10pm, 11pm, 12pm, 1am. I sat there wide awake, staring. I had been watching TV, glancing back and forth between that and the hall for most of the night, but I wanted to at least lay down.
As I gazed down the hall, goosebumps on my skin, a cold tightening on the back of my neck, everything in the room seemed to dim. I sat up, just to be sure I wasn't losing it, I was still completely awake. I looked across the room at the nightlight plugged into the kitchen counter wall, and it had begun to dim. I was starting to get scared and nervous so I turned my phones screensaver on and laid back down, just in case the nightlight went off. That's when it happened. A dull droning hum seemed to fill the air, silencing the harder to notice sounds. I couldn't hear the fridge cooling, or the buzz of the light. It seemed like the noise was pure, my head felt like it was being rushed by blood, as if I were being held upside down, as I stared at my bedroom door.
Then it came. I heard the metallic scrape of a door opening, but it wasn't my door, it had to be the bathroom door. Now excruciatingly terrified I couldn't bring myself to look away from the corner where the bathroom was down the hall. I gripped my blanket over my shoulders, just to be sure I could still move and I wasn't having a nightmare or some kind of sleep paralysis which I had read about that day, it wasn't that. Everything was real, I was very awake, and I could move.
As I realized I wasn't hallucinating, or dreaming, a black mass gathered at the top of the wall. Seven feet up, what looks like an arm, with it's elbow stretched toward the hallway appeared. The idea of something that..Black. Clashing with the light of everything around it, I thought it was so dark I couldn't see, but I was wrong. as the arm stretched further I started to hear a screeching, which slowly rose to a screaming. Like people dying, the noise you might make when you have time to cry out before it's all over, all collapsing on each other. It got louder and louder, ear splitting, as this things head rounded the corner at the top of the wall, and a massive leg, the knee at 4 feet, splintered it's way into view.
I could see no details of it's face, just the jagged edges of it's body, and it's eyes, lit a dull red, like you might see when you close your eyes against the sun. It's chin seemed to stretch downward, as the screams grew louder, so shrill it made me feel like the temperature had dropped fifty degrees, my stomach twisted and turned like I could be sick at any moment, and simultaneously not even notice. It's head seemed to carry out further, as if it wanted to look at me closer, or it wanted to eat me.
The screams were so loud now it made me light headed with terror, piercing my soul, I felt anguish, I felt this wave of depression like I'd never felt in my life, this urge to die, this longing to get away from something.
Then it receded, almost as if in one motion, save for it's clawed, tendril like fingers, raking the wall as it returned from where it came.
My chest collapsed, my heart was beating so fast my head felt like a speaker, I could still hear a ringing in my ears, I felt so sick but I couldn't go to the bathroom, I sat up, back to my parents door, for the next 5 hours or so till the sun rose. Again, this confirmed that I never slept.
I poured myself into the internet that day trying to find some explanation, but without ever having been asleep, sleep paralysis wasn't it. Hallucinations, I thought maybe, but Auditory and Visual? No way. Especially considering nothing was wrong with me, I wasn't sick, I didn't have a history of this, and it didn't start up again for a long time.
This really happened to me, and it has changed me forever.
What's worse, is since then, especially in the time before I turned nineteen, I had crippling depression afterwards. I remember sleeping in my basement rooms in South Carolina and New Jersey after, just mocking him. Wishing he would come back so I didn't feel crazy. I named him Jagger, for the jagged edges I saw that night.
Around that time I had tried to kill myself a couple of times, maybe half-heartedly, maybe I was too afraid to do it, I don't know. Eventually I told my friends what had happened. And that's when it began again. Only a couple days afterwards two of my friends had come back to me telling me that ever since they heard the story, and saw me tear up thinking about it, they hadn't felt safe in their own rooms anymore. They slept with lights on at home, couldn't deal with silence, and shortly after they both told me that things had begun moving in their rooms at random times of the night. None of us ever spoke the name again, both of my friends, Jesse and Amere, suddenly developed depressive states. Maybe it was always there, and we never talked about whether or not it had something to do with Jagger, or whatever was going on at their homes.
All I know is this is real, it did happen, it has changed me completely from what I used to believe, and maybe I carried Jagger with me, maybe he never went away, but went inside me. Perhaps that's why it seemed almost instantly I went from being a happy, hopeful kid, to being a miserable, sad teenager, craving death, and hurting myself. I don't know. Honestly if I look back, there were times, like being dumped, or failing school, that made me upset, that made me depressed, but every time I considered hurting myself it seemed as though my mind went blank, and it just happened, and I always felt better after for no reason at all. Which scares the hell out of me to this day. I'm sorry to have even told you all this, and sincerely hope nothing comes of it for you.
However if this story is a curse, and this demon is carried in all who hear it, then I need to know. If nothing else, perhaps there is no way it could affect everyone, perhaps at least it'd be proof.

I (31M) had been seeing a girl (28F) long distance for about 2 months, we met on a dating app. First month was great, non stop chatting, talking, sexting, then we met each for the first time during her birthday weekend and she wanted to continue seeing me and wants to meet up again during Summer when she's going to visit my city.
After she returned back to her city the conversations grew shorter but still warm until 3 weeks ago, when she told me she had a panic attack. She grew quite distant and when I asked what's up she explained that she mistakenly changed the time she's taking her antidepressants and it messed her mood up so she felt the need to take a break on being on the phone in general and only keep touch with her mother for a while. (She didn't give an estimate how long a break it'll be) I took it well and supported her, though it's been 2 weeks since we last had that talk, and ever since I reached out to her twice, once after 1,5 weeks to ask how is she holding up, and 2 days ago just to share some photos I took in the day, then asked her it's been some time and it'd be nice to update each other on how we're doing once in a while. She didn't reply to the messages. She saw the first one, the second one is on "unread" even though she had been online each day.
Even though I have been through severe depression before, I never have been on antidepressants or had a panic attack in my life, so I just want have your opinion if this is normal and expected? How long does this state last usually if you have first hand experience or know someone close who has experienced something similar? I don't know what should I do. Or was this an unclear and weird way to break up with me? More than 2 weeks of no communication when we're only 2 months in feels very awkward. Much appreciated for your comments.

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I've been sitting on a completed instrumental for a rock song I wrote and recorded for over a year now and it's been itching away for a long ass time. I'm pretty trash at understanding how to go about recording vocals and I def have some fear about taking that step. Been really depressed lately and I always was at my happiest when I could work on my music.
If anyone happens to feel in a "let's talk to a stranger" kinda mood and has experience with recording vocals and the means to do so, I'd be really happy to maybe send over the link to the instrumental and see if anyone'd be down to help me finish this old ass project of mine.
Appreciate the time, keep jamming, denver

I have adhd, ptsd, depression, agoraphobia and some other mental health problems. Unfortunately i cant work due to some health and mental heath conditions. I'm 20 so about 4 years ago now we applied for PIP, she had told me its extreamly hard to get on and that I might not get it. I did the tests and after a while my mam tells me that it got rejected, and she got a letter, ive never been allowed to see that letter.
Fast forward to a few months ago I got approved for benefits, on one of the calls to the benefits office they asked is I was claiming anything else other than benefits. I sad no but they told me that PIP was being payed out to an account and the amount of money was going to increase because I've been on it a long time. Due to me being 16 when I applied for PIP my mam is an appointee so I cant call up the won't talk to me. Now the problem is got it my mam denied any involvement with taking the money and claims to have no idea where the money was going.
The other week she called me and told me that it was her that was getting the money and she didn't know and that she's sorry she didn't realise that the money was going into her account. Now this isn't some insignificant amount that you wouldn't knowtice going in. Its £400 a month. I just I dont know what to do or who to talk to. My nana has told me that there's no way she couldn't have knowticed that amount of money going into her account. We aren't rich we've been lower class all my life so it's not like it's getting drowned out in other payments. But that's almost £20,000.
For context of my mams character she got a new boyfriend, who is alot more well off when us, and decided that during the pandemic she would go take my sister to his house to live for about 5 or 6 months leaving me on my own with no money no food and hardly any contact with her. She would occasionally send me money for food. But I didnt know if or when I would get it. Also after the 5 months she would come visit for a few days to a week before leaving again for a month or 2.
I just dont know what to do or how to process this. Any advice or help would be appreciated.

I was diagnosed with ADHD inattentive type at age 29 not long ago. Since then, it's put a lot of things into perspective. The one that bothers me most however, is my inability to commit to something. My whole life I thought it was because I was lazy or stupid or just incapable compared to my peers. Which, internalizing all of that has probably led to my current issues with depression and anxiety.
Like many people here, I've had lots of hobbies. I've just never been able to keep interest long enough to develop any proficiency. This has pretty much led me to having nothing that I actually like doing. I now kind of drift aimlessly without any interests. I essentially have developed a pretty serious case of anhedonia.
But I really want to do something. I've always envied people who had a hobby they committed to for years to the point of actually being proud of it. My longest lasting hobby was guitar. I played for about 3 years before quitting. I've tried drawing, learning a language, programming,(I do this at work, but it's mostly small python scripts. I don't do any home projects.) And many other things It always starts with an intense level of enthusiasm followed by burn out, frustration, and lack of enjoyment.
Does anyone have any advice? Anyone here managed to stick with something? What are some of the things you do to stay committed?Or does ADHD just make me destined to wander aimlessly in search of something I actually like doing? I realize I never actually learned how to be disciplined. I have absolutely no clue how to commit to something. So any advice is appreciated.
tl;dr: struggling to stay committed to a hobby. Have no clue how to even do it. Lack of any interests is a big contributor to my depression/anhedonia. Looking for advice on how others have dealt with this or how others managed to stay disciplined and committed despite ADHD. Techniques? Mental cues? Structure? Anything?

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I've dealt with depression for all my life but it doesn't matter much because i deserve it anyway.
But i dont have it bad enough to actually have the right to be depressed.
I had a good childhood with loving parents and a sister.
And part of the reason why i deserve to feel like this is because I'm a huge loser and everything about me is wrong.
I'm introverted
I'm very awkward
I'm selfish
I'm not fun to be around
I'm just a bad person in general
I do things outside the norm
I have interests and hobbies outside the norm
I'm too skinny but no energy or will to workout
Never had a gf or a bf
Have 1 friend
All my old friends have left me and I'm waiting for my current one to do the same
And there's more
Basically all i do from when i come home from school is just playing games.
But idk which one of these if not all and if so how i would change.

The past year up until now I have suffered depression (I can't say Im clinically diagnosed though I didn't visit any doctors) really thought about suicide and all the bad things.
My depression has cost me my scholarship which paid my full tuition and gave me an allowance. I am 20 years old and life is hitting me pretty bad. I have these other problems such as insecurities, anxieties and depression; and now Ive got to have another problem which are financial matters. I really feel like I can't breathe and take a break.
Everyday, I wake up hoping that all of these is just a dream. To me, days are long and years are short. Ive been stuck at this place for a year already (perhaps even more). As I reviewed my journal, it was all just negativity and hoping that all of these problems be at an end. Its hard because I fake and motivate myself that the tables will turn soon, but really it feels like Im going down a rabbit hole.
I badly need some advice. I ask myself everynight where did I go wrong and what should I do, but the only thing I know is "I don't know". Im in a point where if a bus hits me then so be it, if I'd be diagnose of cancer then so be it. Still I want to fight, not for myself but for my parents. They deserve to be taken care of.
I hope you guys can give me an advice. Im really lost and I feel like without external help, I will just be spiraling and keep making the same mistake. I am weak, I admit it and I couldn't handle the problems in my life. Please help me.

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I have a trans MtF friend who has (undiagnosed but probable) chronic depression due to gender dysphoria. Certain circumstances prevent her from getting HRT & the works.
We were never the most outgoing group, but her internet use has (by her own admission) turned into a way of escape. Not an issue in itself (I spend too much time online as well), but I think internet / media transphobia is really creating a pessimistic picture of the future.
I am fully aware that gender dysphoria is not a small thing, and that it would be unreasonable to think some kind words and actions can dispel unhappiness like in a Dr. Seuss book. With that in mind, is there anything we can do to help make it easier?
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Teachers in school / old people try and say depression is not a normal state, but it almost seems like a phase for y'all. I would hate for that to be true.
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I’m sure this is a thing a lot of people deal with but I’m not sure how to handle it so I thought I’d reach out here.
Ive been diagnosed with depression. I take 4mg of abilify a day but what I’ve noticed is when I don’t have anything “to do” then my depression kicks in. It usually kicks in in the form of “brain fog”. If I have a busy day and stuff to do I’ll be fine. But if I have a weekend day with not much planned it can be a struggle.
Anyone experienced this? Any ideas how to combat it? I need to be able to just relax and be okay with the idea of doing nothing for a little bit I think at times.
Does this make sense? Thanks y’all. If you’re reading this I hope you have a blessed day!

I’ve been lurking on this sub for a while now, trying to prepare myself for the hot mess of applying for disability benefits. I feel overwhelmed and frankly, stupid, for not having the determination to do it sooner. I was honorably discharged in 2015, and my life has been physically and mentally a mess since. I had such a traumatic discharge (long story) that I wanted to just get on with my life and push it down.
But even as long as it’s been, I’m in constant pain, have nightmares about events during service, haven’t held down steady work or kept up with relationships…it just sucks.
What’s even more daunting, is that to even apply, I have to wait on the review board to make a decision on my name and gender marker change (which I’ve done before, and after six months my application just…dropped)
I’m trying to be optimistic and have reached out to my local veteran care coordinator, but I feel so overwhelmed.

My mom has always reversed the roles. I’ve never gotten to experience a normal carefree childhood and had to grow up quickly. She would take my birthday money to pay bills as a kid and stress me and my sister out constantly with her money troubles. I had to cook and clean from a young age and even cooked an entire thanksgiving dinner at age 14 because my mom was too “depressed” over her fight with her bf.
Now that I’m an adult (26f) it still hasn’t stopped. She constantly acts like a child and most recently said she is looking for a new house and fully expects me to co-sign it for her since her credit is crap (always has been). I told her absolutely not and she said “not even for your own mother who birthed and raised you?” I’m sick of the guilt trips and being put in the role of her parent. She is 62 and will never grow up unfortunately. She takes no accountability for her lack of money and tries to piggy back off of me when I’ve worked my a** off to get where I am today.

I've been poking around in YouTube for review videos of the new Mavic 3 Pro and after unboxing mine and then flying it for the first time I'm just now finding out about what I think is the greatest improvement over the Mavic 3 Classic and Mavic 3.
First noticed it when I saw an unfamiliar decal in the side of the drone which reads 87dB with some symbols... Got tj looking and apparently, somehow, DJI has made this thing freaking WHISPER quiet. Just flew it for the first time out here where in live in rural country, no traffic noise or just regular city noise around just pure quiet and I was absolutely floored by how quiet the thing is..
I just sold my Mini 3 Pro because this one was coming the next day by UPS, and at first I had my reservations about getting rid of it because having had the Mavic 3 Classic I knew that the Magic's could be loud and liked a quiet drone for getting shots around people. But now having received it and flown it I really don't think, at least for me, there are any benefits to the Mini 3 Pro over the Mavic 3 Pro. I wasn't on a budget so the increased price didn't matter and the way I carry my drones I'm not constricted by size or weight, also I don't really have any need for the full 4K vertical/portrait mode which WAS actually neat and I could see how someone like an influencer would really want it for that....
Anyways I just wanted to talk about what I saw people weren't really talking about in regards to the Mavic 3 Pro which surprised me, cause the noise of my Mavic 3 Classic was a real big downside.
Anybody else picked up the Mavic 3 Pro. Also, did yours coming with all the international plug types as well? That surprised me as Im not used to getting international versions of an item. That's another big plus about the Mavic 3 Pro, at least the one I got. If you're a traveler, yeah it'll be a little bigger and heavier but you've pretty much got all the plugs that you'll ever need for charging no matter where in the world you are...

I feel like I am losing my mind. Both my partner and I are carriers of Cystic Fibrosis (same common mutation) so we elected to do CVS testing at 11weeks 5 days. The doctor said she got a good sized sample and the wait for all results should be about 2 weeks.
WELL we are now at 3 weeks and 3 days past procedure time. Microarray came after about 10 days. At the two week mark I contacted our GC because I was losing it and so anxious I couldn't sleep. She said they had to culture the cells blah blah. When I checked in yesterday she said they have extracted the cells so maybe another week but I don't have faith in their estimates anymore. I felt like all the strength I had to wait expired at the two week mark and now I am just getting more and more depressed waiting.
Has this happened for anyone else? I saw some old posts about waiting for CVS results but I was wondering if timelines have changed for people in the past couple years? How long did you wait for results for CF or any of the other single gene mutation diseases after your cells cultured? I'm in NorCal if that makes a difference for peoples wait times considering the labs. My sample was sent to Quest Diagnostics in San Juan Capistrano.

This subreddit will be joining in on the June 12th-14th protest of Reddit's API changes that will essentially kill all 3rd party Reddit apps.

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What's going on?

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A recent Reddit policy change threatens to kill many beloved third-party mobile apps, making a great many quality-of-life features not seen in the official mobile app permanently inaccessible to users.
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On May 31, 2023, Reddit announced they were raising the price to make calls to their API from being free to a level that will kill every third party app on Reddit, from Apollo to Reddit is Fun to Narwhal to BaconReader.
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Even if you're not a mobile user and don't use any of those apps, this is a step toward killing other ways of customizing Reddit, such as Reddit Enhancement Suite or the use of the old.reddit.com desktop interface .
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This isn't only a problem on the user level: many subreddit moderators depend on tools only available outside the official app to keep their communities on-topic and spam-free.

What is "Going Dark"?

"Going dark" means a subreddit will become private or read-only. It is a voluntary action taken by moderators to collectively protest and raise awareness within the Reddit community.
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What's the plan?

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On June 12th, many subreddits will be going dark to protest this policy. Some will return after 48 hours: others will go away permanently unless the issue is adequately addressed, since many moderators aren't able to put in the work they do with the poor tools available through the official app. This isn't something any of us do lightly: we do what we do because we love Reddit, and we truly believe this change will make it impossible to keep doing what we love.
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The two-day blackout isn't the goal, and it isn't the end. Should things reach the 14th with no sign of Reddit choosing to fix what they've broken, we'll use the community and buzz we've built between then and now as a tool for further action.
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What can you do as a user?

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• Complain. Message the mods of /reddit.com, who are the admins of the site: message reddit: submit a support request: comment in relevant threads on /reddit, such as this one, leave a negative review on their official iOS or Android app- and sign your username in support to this post.
• Spread the word. Rabble-rouse on related subreddits. Meme it up, make it spicy. Bitch about it to your cat. Suggest anyone you know who moderates a subreddit join the coordinated mod effort at /ModCoord.
• Boycott and spread the word...to Reddit's competition! Stay off Reddit entirely on June 12th through the 13th- instead, take to your favorite non-Reddit platform of choice and make some noise in support!
• Don't be a jerk. As upsetting this may be, threats, profanity and vandalism will be worse than useless in getting people on our side. Please make every effort to be as restrained, polite, reasonable and law-abiding as possible.

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What can you do as a moderator?

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• Join the coordinated effort over at /ModCoord
• Make a sticky post showing your support, A template has been created here you can use or modify to your liking, and be sure to crosspost it to /ModCoord.

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Thank you for your patience in the matter,
-Mod Team