I always thought red light therapy was more for injuries or recovery, but recently I started noticing people using it for skin and the results actually looked decent.
nothing crazy, just healthier looking skin overall.
now I’m kinda considering it, especially those larger panels people use at home, but I’m not sure if it’s something you actually stick with long enough to see results.
if you’ve tried it, did it end up being worth it or just one of those things you stop using after a while?

I’ve been trying to find a platform or website that has a bunch of betting apps all in one place, like a hub where you can compare them instead of downloading one by one.

Not really looking for anything sketchy, just something that shows different apps, maybe with reviews, odds, or features.

Does something like this actually exist? Or do most of you just stick to a few apps you already trust?

Also curious how you guys usually discover new betting platforms.

Dad asked me yesterday if I was his sister. I've read that this happens, I knew it was coming eventually, but nothing really prepares you for the moment it actually does. I didn't correct him. I just went with it, played along, kept things calm. But afterwards I sat in my car for a while before I drove home. I think that's the part nobody talks about enough, not the moment itself, but the fifteen minutes after when you're just kind of sitting there processing it alone. We've been doing okay at managing the day to day stuff. Got the house set up pretty well over the last year. Grab bars, better lighting, replaced the shower with a Goldilocks unit because the old handles were getting too hard for him to manage on his own. Little things that add up. But none of that prepares you for the emotional curveball of being mistaken for someone who has been dead for thirty years. I know it's the disease. I know it's not him. I know all the things you're supposed to know. But I think there's a version of grief in this that I wasn't expecting, not grieving who he was, I've been doing that for a while now. More like grieving who I am to him. That's harder to name and harder to find people who understand it unless they've been through it. Has anyone found a good way to sit with that? Not fix it, just, sit with it.