Why did the mentalist get canceled

With the latest version they now force tabs to be synced across windows. Why did they remove a useful feature that let me have a separate blank window? Bring that functionality back, or you have lost me as a user. Also, thank you for deleting all my open tabs that lost me tons of work with the update.

Me and my girlfriend have been together coming up on a year. I am in my early-mid 20s and my girlfriend is late teens. When we met things couldn't have been better. Texting constantly, falling asleep to each-other on facetime etc. As the year progressed, so did the decline of her mental health, this came to a head when she attempted suicide via an overdose coming up on 2 months ago now.
As a result of this, she spent time in a sanctuary to undergo treatment for her mental health. She has broken up with me on 2 separate occasions in the past, only to come back to me asking for another chance shortly after. Her being in the sanctuary culminated in us breaking up for a 3rd time due to her not knowing when she would be home again. On this occasion, we were broken up for close to a month. During this time, I made some major improvements to my life, getting into a solid routine with the gym and putting major work into my professional standard. I also began dating again and met another girl, whom I had a good time with.
My at-the-time ex came back shortly after this, saying that she didn't want to imagine her life without me, and that she wants us to have another chance. When we first re-established contact, she appeared to be in a much better place with her mental health and was genuinely looking much better. We are now back together, and have been for coming up to two weeks.
In this time, I have noticed that she appears to be regressing in areas and is struggling with some of the most basic things such as brushing her teeth etc. This scares me.
It's coming to a point where I'm beginning to think we aren't as compatible as we used to be, because of who I am now. When I have these conversations with myself, my only counter-argument for staying with her comes from a place of fear of what she'll do if I end things. We argued the other night, which culminated in me opting to remove myself from the situation before saying something I'd regret. We made amends, all while she was crying to my chest asking me to please not give up on her.
I'm just scared and confused and have no idea what to do anymore.

There's something I don't understand : Why do everyone seem to gloss over all the crimes she committed ? I mean, she killed 10 000 people (not all of them being guilty) ; she forced Shido to choose between having a spacequake destroy his city or her City of Devouring Time killing his entire high school (and then tried to kill the school, just to prove to Shido how "sadistic and irredeemable" she was).
Also, in the anime, she massacred a bunch of teenagers, of minors, because they were abusing a helpless kitten. Honestly, I have mixed feeling about this point in particular : I absolutely HATE animal abusers, because...well, I don't think it's necessary for me to have a reason for hating them, honestly (lol). But if I had to give one reason, it would be that the poor animals can't even understand why some terrible human beings hurt them. But on the other hand, the abusers were still juvenile delinquents, minors, and Kurumi devoured most of them, which stops me from fully sympathizing with her.
Also, I had an horrifying thought : Maybe Kurumi killed children off-screen too. I mean, she didn't hesitate to try to kill Shido's school...but I still hope I'm wrong. I mean, I guess I don't like the idea of empathizing with a literal child murderer...there's many things that I can forgive when it comes to Kurumi "best girl" Tokisaki, but child murder isn't one of them ; it's too much, even for me. Finally, according the Villains Wiki, her crimes include "child abuse" and "sexual abuse"...
I'm not saying all of this to hate Kurumi or anything like that ; I'm not saying that people should hate her either. Actually, she's a truly interesting character because of her sad past (losing her friend), and she's my favorite one in the series because of her moral complexity. It's just that I'd like to know why she seems to get a free pass even after cannibalizing people, including minors.

I am a student from tunisia currently inrolled in a med private uni, however my situation is worsening day by day and i serioursly need some sort of scholarship to continue.. disco lazio opened and my university would not give me any info on what to do + none of the CAF offices i went to were useful so if anyone could just give me literally ANY advice i'll be so grateful..
i just need to know how procedure goes by (even if ur from a diff region than lazio)
if my papers need to be legalized or just translated??
and what are my chances of getting the actual scholarship? like how much do they even give? is the most they can give you 50%???
-- i am also a resident in italy but i did not recieve my permesso yet because it takes 40 days for it to come out so i cannot apply for the SPID until god knows when .. would it be okay if i just used normal credientials to sign in?

Chapter 1
I want to share my story here because I know that reading such texts can really help people with DPDR (look at chapter 2 point 2 as it can also have contradictory effects).
My DPDR started 4 years ago, just before the beginning of the COVID-19 epidemic. It didn't occur due to drug use, marijuana, or childhood traumas. That's still the strange part for me. I don't really know what caused my DPDR.
The first thing I distinctly remember is looking in the mirror until I no longer felt that I looked at myself but someone else. I was immediately shocked and felt disconnected from my body, experiencing depersonalization, I started jumping up and down to regain the feeling of "me," but it didn't work.
All of this happened in the middle of the exam period, so maybe that had something to do with it: stress, exhaustion, etc.
From a young age, I've always been someone who pondered deep philosophical questions about life. At the age of 7, I ran downstairs from my bed crying, saying, "Mom, Dad, I'm too young to die," or "Mom, Grandpa shouldn't die." I was already wondering if there was something after death, but I realized that most likely there's just nothing, and that scared me.
During the period when my first DPDR symptoms appeared (age 15), I was also asking deep questions like: What if there was nothing—no life, no planet Earth, no universe? What are we? What is the purpose of our existence? DPDR only made this worse.
One very dark night with severe derealisation, I was thinking about existential questions like these and had a panic attack. I went downstairs to tell my parents that I couldn't sleep. Just for clarity, I hadn't done this since I was 10 or 11 years old. I never talked to my parents about my feelings or problems, so this was a very special event.
Luckily, my mom was there to comfort me, and I went back upstairs. But it didn't get better—I was still thinking about why there is something(the world/universe) and who I am. I completely lost the sense of "self"; I didn't know who I was. When I looked at myself, there was another person, even my thoughts didn't seem like mine. I wasn't my body, my mind, etc.
After lying there for what I thought were 2-3 hours, I went back downstairs to tell my parents that I still couldn't sleep, and then my dad said, "But you've only been upstairs for 5 minutes." Then I really thought I was fucked up in my mind, I didn’t know about DPDR back then.
Luckily I haven't experienced anything as severe since then.
What really helped me in these dark times is saying to myself that even if i didn't know who I was, I knew I was someone who didn't know who he was. You are always someone.
Knowing that there was this thing called DPDR really comforted me, by knowing that I wasnt losing my mind and that there were more people experiencing this.
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Chapter 2
Now I'm going to tell you what helped me recover from DPDR. First and foremost, I want to give some disclaimers. Everyone is different, and I'm not a medical or psychological expert. I'm just sharing what worked for me, and I hope it can work for you too.
1.
This video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b-xjLSNdu2w
This really helped me; it resonated with my experience, and when the Ryan said, "There is nothing actually wrong with you," it reassured me completely.
In today's technologically advanced world, everyone is looking for a magic pill that instantly cures them, BUT IT DOESN'T EXIST.
2.
As mentioned in the video, STOP WATCHING VIDEOS ABOUT OR READING ABOUT DPDR, STOP ALL INFO ABOUT IT.
Stop imposing DPDR on yourself, stop obsessing over it. Let go and stop giving a fuck. There's nothing wrong with you; you're just anxious. Stop caring. Erase your watch history and every DPDR video recommendation on TikTok, YouTube, and all social media. This really helped me. You will get better!!
3.
Exercise, go outside, feel the wind, the birds, the trees,... Begin to reconnect with the world again. If DPDR comes to mind, acknowledge it, say that you're okay with it, and tell it to fuck off so you can go on with your life.
Same as with you'r feelings, acknowledge them if you're angry you're angry, if you're sad you're sad, feel again!!!
Stop being afraid of DPDR; it won't kill you. Tell it to fuck off.
4.
SLEEP, SLEEP, SLEEP, and SLEEP.
Stop watching videos in your bed! Get a minimum of 8 hours of sleep or even more. Stay committed, sleep well. Sleep should be the number one priority in everyone's life. Your body and mind will thank you.
If you want to learn more about sleep, listen to this podcast with Matthew Walker: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pwaWilO_Pigits (also available on Spotify).
This one really helped me, maybe even the most.
The cool thing is that I didn't have DPDR in my dreams. So i loved being asleep, but because of my excistential crisis's at night I hated falling asleep.
SO just sleep, it's important!
5.
Go to a therapist.
Talk about it, even if it's with family or someone close to you. Just talk about it; it will help you! Consider seeing a therapist. For me, it really helped calm me down, reassured me that it's okay to have these feelings, and made me stop stressing about it.
However, after she comforted me, I felt like it was holding me back. I became derealised when i went to her, same effect as Pavlov's dog if you know what I mean.
6.
Carry on with your life; don't let DPDR stop you. Remember that it's okay to have DPDR sometimes. I haven't completely recovered from DPDR myself, and sometimes I have more intense periods. For me, it usually happens due to stress.
I'm currently getting my driver's license, and sometimes I experience severe DPDR in the car, while other times I don't. Just don't give it a chance to overpower you. Tell it to fuck off and forget about it.
That's it.
Let this be the last article/video/everything you search for about DPDR.
Even if the Reddit group triggers your DPDR, I recommend not following it anymore.
And just like “Ryan Monte” said, "Stop caring about it; you will get over it quicker than you think!"
Stay strong!

So I was in a really bad mood yesterday. My anxiety had been bad all day and it was obvious I wasn’t in a good mood. I was much quieter than I usually am.
My boyfriend, whom I’ve been with for 9 months, met me after work and was in a seemingly lively mood, that I clearly wasn’t matching. We went home and I told him I’d had a bad day with anxiety hence why I was quieter than usual. He said okay and it proceeded to get more silent.
I started to feel on eggshells. I was worrying that I was being a dampener and asked him if I was ruining his mood and his response was “no but the silence is starting to get to me.” And he also said that me asking that question was agitating him.
IMO, he didn’t really approach it in an empathetic way. I told him this and told him I just wanted a bit more reassurance and he told me further that my mood had drained him a bit. Bare in mind there’s been many times where he has been like that and I haven’t reacted that way.
I don’t know if I’m crazy or not or if I’m over reacting to his response, but ultimately, it all made me feel worse.
TLDR; my bf said I made him feel drained because I was in a quiet mood because I’d had an anxious day.

Why is it so hard to get PE spores in the UK?

I got a Red light jumping ticket and I paid the challan in cash in Court, Sector 43 this Wednesday.
They did not issue me any receipt. (They were not doing for anyone else also, maybe because of lot of work).
I was told that I will get confirmation on SMS. I haven't got any, and the challan on website still shows pending.
Should I be worried or just wait a few more days?

So I was in a really bad mood yesterday. My anxiety had been bad all day and it was obvious I wasn’t in a good mood. I was much quieter than I usually am.
My boyfriend, whom I’ve been with for 9 months, met me after work and was in a seemingly lively mood, that I clearly wasn’t matching. We went home and I told him I’d had a bad day with anxiety hence why I was quieter than usual. He said okay and it proceeded to get more silent.
I started to feel on eggshells. I was worrying that I was being a dampener and asked him if I was ruining his mood and his response was “no but the silence is starting to get to me.” And he also said that me asking that question was agitating him.
IMO, he didn’t really approach it in an empathetic way. I told him this and told him I just wanted a bit more reassurance and he told me further that my mood had drained him a bit. Bare in mind there’s been many times where he has been like that and I haven’t reacted that way.
I don’t know if I’m crazy or not or if I’m over reacting to his response, but ultimately, it all made me feel worse.
TLDR; my bf said I made him feel drained because I was in a quiet mood because I’d had an anxious day.

I started Vyvanse 30mg today and although I have really dry eyes... nothing else. I procrastinated maybe more than normal. I have a slight headache feel MEH. I am in the middle east this medication is hard to get, asking after 3 days on it will make me look like an addict. They will suspect addiction. I work in an environment where I could never share my diagnoses and it is hard to afford the therapy not just financially but with time. Oh and I am hungry !! despite my doctor telling me be careful with this you will lose a lot of weight.
Today I arrived late at work for the millionth time. I sat down and did nothing from my to-do list. I did everything except my to-do list. I spoke to people, I put emojis on comments in MS Teams. Why am I like this!!! Everything is urgent. I need to go home on time for my kid and yet there are 25 mins left on the clock and I still haven't started.
My son is 2 and he is just the best. I don't want him to be like me. My husband will be so dissapointed that I haven't come home euphoric. After watching me try a million meds for depression, watch my libido turn to nothing- there were high hopes that this new diagnoses and new hard to come by addictive medication would really help.

My dad didn't touch any alcohol for the past 20 years due to his health, but he's "drunk" for almost all of his life. When I said drunk, this man is living in his own world built by the ego of a young ambitous new grad. He graduated from top school back then, got accepted into good companies, which already gave him better head start than most people. But his ego was too big he always got into arguments and fights with the managers. None of his job was longer than 12 months. My mom paid for their wedding, their house, and even his motorbike so he had something to travel to work. After multiple job hopping, he asked her for more money to open his own business. The business went on for a few years and went bankrupt. Our family was in debt and my mom, the one who borrowed the money for him, had to worked hard to pay the debt.
He promised a lot but never made a single one happen. I once wished for a cotton doll we saw on the street, and he said he'd buy me one next year if I could stay in top of class. I did it and he never bought me that doll. I wished I could have a big house with my own room so I could decorate the walls purple. Ironically, he promised again and again, but never did it. So on and so on, I could keep the list go on forever. If I want something, I had to get it by myself. Which is weird to think about when you have both mom and dad and a loving family yet you have to do everything by yourself. I started working since I was 12-13, did homework for my classmates in exchange of money. But thing didn't stop here. Dad found out I had money and he asked me to borrow it. He never returned the money in time as he promised. My heart shattered having to beg him to return my money. Eventually he would return them, but I was so tired of keep begging him. The bigger the money, the longer time he'd return.
The longest time I've had begged him was 1 year for $500. $500 was 1-2 months salary back then in my hometown, but it took a kid like me years to save up that much. Dad opened a second business after my mom finished paying all debts and he said he needed money again. He knew I had $500, which was all of my saving at that time. He asked me to borrow it, promised he would return double the money in 3 months. Just like all of his previous promises, not only I didn't receive the profit, I also didn't recieve back my original money. I begged for him again, and it took me 1 year to finally got my money back. Dad gave me $500 as new year's money, saying I should be grateful for receiving such big amount of money as if he gifted me something, while knowing damn well it was my money from the beginning.
This man thought he was destined for something special, and he would become rich soon. He talked about how he'd have been billionare for a long time if he had enough money, as if he didn't borrow tons of money from my mother and put all of us in debts for years. But he still kept talking about a dream he could never reach. The reality was that I, a teenage girl, still had to sleep in the same room with my parents because our house was too small and only had 1 bedroom. I can never forget when I finally had my own room, it was used as a laundry room and altar room as well. Every night I waited until the incense smoke had faded so I could get back to my bed. The candles must be lit all night for the altar so my room was never completely dark. I thought we were poor, but funny thing is we weren't even that poor. Years later I found out my mom had money and secretly bought a bigger house outside. But she was afraid dad would know about it, then asked to sell this house (which she bought 100% with her money) so he had more money for his business. She said dad also borrowed her a lot money like me and she had to act poor to avoid him finding out about her assets. I was devastated. This must be a joke. Learning that you could have access to better thing in your life if your dad wasn't a narcissist who believed he just need "a little bit more money" to become a billionare.
At first I was angry with my mom. The final straw was when I realized dad already knew everything about it. He knew my mother had other assets and another house. But he decided to play dumb and made everyone life's miserable in this house so my mother gave up and just told him the truth so we could all move to the new house after he sold the current house for money. The wife and husband had been putting on an act for years. Years of living in a slump. Years of miserable life couldn't have anything nice. Years of working hard to have good grades and money believing I would "save" my family from this situation and built them a new house. I tried to escape from poverty just to realized my parents, and especially my dad, was the one forced me to stay there.
I moved out after highschool, worked 2-3 jobs while attending college full time at the same time. At that point I was numb anyway. I didn't care anymore and just want to focus on my career. I opened a small business which made good money for a person to live comfortably. I stopped talking to my dad for a long time, but still in contact with my mom. She told me I should forgive my dad because he was a good dad after all for providing me food and clothes, and he had tried his best. I refused, because I had tried multiple times in the past, but in the end he'd always showed his true color: selfish. He seems to be more generous now as he had earn good money in recent years, but his behavior didn't change. I have seen him giving money to other people more than to his own family. He probably thinks family relationship is low-maintainence because we're related by blood so he didn't put much thought and effort into it.
He's turning 51 this year, yet still dreamed the same dream 30 years ago. This man love his family, but he loves his dream of becoming a succesful man more. At some point I think he realized he wouldn't become a great person he'd always want to, but too proud to accept failure. I believe he only starts to care about father - daughter relationship because he's getting old and lonely. Somehow he manages to make the same mistake he'd always made, thinking he's still have a lot of time to figure things out. Maybe I'll forgive him one day, maybe I don't. But I'm tired waiting for him. I don't want to let him borrow my love and takes forever to return it.
Better cried on my own rather than being fed with another meaningless promise again.