My name is Jessica. I'm from the USA. I'm single, 50, and have been battling alcohol addiction for 10 years. Today marks a year and 10 days of sobriety, for a total of 375 days. ❤️🩹💔

Your mind is the only opponent you truly need to beat.

Don't give up.

The most shocking thing from a Japanese perspective is not the crimes themselves. It is that British people are being turned into second-class citizens in their own homeland — and they are still expected to stay polite about it. Grooming gang victims were ignored for years. Now, after another attempted beheading, the same pattern: downplay the attacker, crack down on anyone who gets angry. You have elections. You have a military. You have history. Yet your leaders continue importing the exact people who are destroying your safety, and most of you still say nothing. In Japan, this would be considered an invasion. And we would respond accordingly. Britain, you are running out of time to remember what it means to defend your own.

If we had taken a genetic test when my wife was pregnant with him, it would have shown he had an ultra rare chromosomal abnormality. One that could cause failure-to-thrive, growth problems. He might never talk, never walk, never leave home. It’s impossible to tell how it’ll affect him His first night alive his heart stopped and his oxygen levels dropped. They told us he essentially died. We bought an oxygen monitor to go home with. At the time we didn’t know he had any other issues. We wouldn’t know for nearly a year and a half. When we did it took a while for it to set in that all the dreams and hopes we had for him were dead. But he, he was alive. He was with us. He is still our wonderful boy, just now with extra struggles. His immune system struggles more than the rest. At 6yrs old he’s the size of a 3yr old. He didn’t walk until he was 3-4. He’s only semi-verbal and still not potty trained. We’ve had him in every form of therapy available. Even a routine dental procedure requires anesthesia which local dentists won’t do due to his condition. Those are his struggles. They’re real. They’re difficult. If we’d done the testing back then, the doctor would likely have offered killing him in utero as the solution to his and our “problems.” But his life doesn’t begin or end with his problems and struggles. It begins with his life. His incredible, God-given life. His beautiful smile, his bubbling laugh, the way his crimson curls bounce as he runs around the yard after his little sister or his brother. It’s in his love for his siblings, and their love for him. It’s in his kind heart and thoughtfulness and desire to help with anything he can, even if it means he puts dishes in the trash by accident. He’s my little buddy, follows me around like a shadow and his favorite thing is to snuggle up with me when I’m sitting on the couch playing a game. He isn’t a burden on our lives. He’s not an inconvenience. He’s a blessing who enriches every single part of all of our lives Every day I’m beyond grateful that God gave me my little boy.

My favorite childhood memory was being oblivious

When the game is over, the king and the pawn end up in the same box. - A powerful Italian Proverb

My old man once said to me "At the end of the day it all comes down to how much you let something bother you."

I don’t talk that much to other people but when I do I quickly regret it.

Still the best footballer ive ever seen.

Making a list of what needs to be done today. So I can spend all day avoiding it.

It takes a lot to shock me but effin' hell.....😬😬

Motivational gurus speak of the Bannister effect; how running a mile in <4 mins was considered impossible till Roger Bannister did it, after which many others quickly followed, as if learning it was possible made it possible. The Bannister effect is likely false for physical feats, but true for mental ones, since knowledge directly shapes imagination.

Pep Guardiola’s daughter Maria, on Instagram: “papi ♥️ We blinked and it’s been 10 years. 10 seasons. Hundreds of away games, trips to Wembley, too many Bernabeu nights, and millions of memories. Football was never just a sport. It decided where we lived, how often we moved, the languages we learned, the friends we made and the emotions we felt. From as long as I can remember it was football stadiums. Moving to Doha, Mexico, Rome, Brescia, Barcelona, New York, Munich and Manchester. Thank you for giving us a childhood built around sport, something so rare and special. We moved again, for the 8th time in 14 years. Manchester is very hard to put into words. You changed the most respected league in the world. You achieved things and broke records that may never be repeated. And we got to experience all of it from the closest seat possible. The happiest and saddest tears came from football, because watching you live every second so intensely made us feel everything with you. Those 90 minutes where the world feels like it stops. We think people forget quickly because football moves fast and a new season always starts. But as time passes, we’ll realise just how impossible those numbers really are. 41 trophies in 16 years. Years from now people will talk about football and try to explain what this era felt like, they’ll talk about your teams, the way they made people feel. Because beyond the trophies, you gave us memories we escaped real life for. It has been a privilege to watch and support you for almost 25 years. Thank you for always bringing us close to everything, for including us in it all. The biggest privilege has been to live it all beside you. As citizens, football fans and rivals we will miss seeing you on our screens every week. Because without realising it there is a final match, a final whistle. And none of us are ever really ready for that moment. Thank you papi and mami, the beautiful things in our lives always trace back to this game. For the world these were historic football moments, for us they were family memories, and I don’t think any of us realised while living it, that we were inside football history. And that stays long after the final whistle ♥️”

I’d rather have an interesting life than an easy one

Being an adult is just saying “after this week things will calm down” every single week until you die.

i move around every few seconds just in case there’s a sniper on me

the worst part about wasting your life is how comfortable it becomes