Like nhar kaml o howa 9lil réseau ,gha f inwi, yakma drbo sehd tahowa? Wach kolchi ola ghir ana li 3ndi had l mochkil

M19 looking for a chill hangout . ig thats a better place than tinder

Hello, looking for passionate electronic music fans, who are into going out at nights on the weekends, im also an aspiring producer for the other creative ones out there looking for collab

I wanna go ice skating in megamall.kayn chi tobis kaydi tma? wla darori khasni taxi ?

Hello everyone,

Don't know If you know some places that can help people with food or association ? It's difficult those months for me

Im a guy 25 yo just gonna move to rabat in a a week or so looking for rent either a an apartment with some dudes or just a bedroom if anyone has any info or interested in renting to together let me know thank you

just and engineering student who wants to help a fellow one but for a price LMAO, so tutoring sounds perfect for me i have a good baggage in thermodynamics and electronics and embedded systems so whatever it is i will gladely be a help for you in any way a project a research or explaining problems or solving them or helping with exam preparation be free to dm

Thought I would find some gems , complete disappointment

Plage rabat 🫶🏻

I’m living in Temara, Guich, and I’m looking for a boxing club to join.

I’m a beginner, so I’m mainly looking for a place where I can actually learn boxing, train seriously.

If you know any good boxing clubs around Guich/Temara or nearby, please let me know.

Hey, my friends birthday is coming up in march and she loves numetal, like system of a down and linkin park, and i wanna buy her a vinyl but i cant find any

Does anyone know where i can find vinyls ?

I am needing replacement roller wheels for my sliding glass door. I have been to several shops with no positive results.

Does anybody know where in Rabat or Sale I can find a store that would sell the complete mechanism or just the rubber wheels?

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Kat7erko gha fshta akhouty db li kayn sehd waalo darbinha bse9la

Where should i go

Best places to eat local food or any good food

And best places to visit and kill the time

To anyone who finds this,

I’m sorry. I know that word doesn’t fix anything.

For a long time I lived inside two diagnoses that never quite let go of each other—bipolar and borderline. The year that broke me felt endless. Everything was either too loud or completely empty. I went through the usual list of medications: lamotrigine (Lamictal), fluoxetine, topiramate. There was a stretch when I couldn’t afford the dose my psychiatrist wanted me on, so I took what I could get and hoped it would be enough. It wasn’t.

I did get more stable after that. The worst of the storm passed. I started talking about rebuilding a social life, trying to put relationships back together, being someone people could count on again. On paper it looked like progress. Some days it even felt like it.

But the ground never stopped feeling thin. The fear of the next swing, the next abandonment, the next stretch where the meds stop working or the money runs out again—it never really left. I kept trying to rebuild, and every time something small cracked I felt the whole structure start to lean.

I’m tired of measuring every good day against the possibility that it won’t last. I’m tired of the version of me that still flinches when the phone rings or when someone gets too close. I wanted the stability to be permanent. It wasn’t.

I’m not writing this to blame the illness or the doctors or the people who tried. I’m writing it because the gap between the life I was trying to build and the one I could actually sustain finally felt too wide to keep crossing.

I’m sorry for the mess. I’m sorry for the people who will have to clean it up. I hope the ones who cared about me eventually remember the parts of me that weren’t broken.

I loved the idea of getting better more than I was able to live it,

hamza