No, Hamber does not have PTSD. IDGAF what she says.
That's the short version.
We begin with Hamber sitting (of course) at her standing desk. Says hello,. hopes everyone is having a good day, and calls this putting out positivity. No, you rude shitbag, it's simple civility. She reminds me of those kids who grow up with wolves or monkeys or what have you, except with fewer manners and virtually zero ability to understand how a society works even in concentrated form (like wolves or monkeys).
Goddamn, her hair is fucking nasty. She just has to shove it in our face to show those stupid clips in her hair, claiming to be channeling the 90s or whatever. This is another fucking thing you can drop, you stupid bitch. You were BORN in 1990. You didn't know SHIT about those fucking clips in the 90s. She interrupts everything saying that WE reminded her to take her zoloft. instead of hauling her giant ass up and going to the kitchen to get some water, she instead swallows the pill dry, which you are not supposed to do, as it can irritate your esophagus and exacerbate your acid "reflex" [sic], Hamber. Also....
Remember back in Oct 2022, when she was yammering about how zoloft "wasn't working" for her? And not too long, a doctor supposedly telling her to "stop taking it" instead of weaning her off in favor of something else? Yeah, of course we do. But now, she's back on it, and "can't wait" for it to start working, as if it doesn't take about two weeks to really take hold. If she bothers to take it on schedule, which I doubt is going to happen, really, because when has she ever been consistent about taking all these meds she takes for her nonexistent conditions as they are prescribed? Never. And all this from someone who supposedly has "medication anxiety". Sure, Jan.
Oh, FFS, we have to watch her throw her tantrum about the bakery stuff again, as she weeble wobbles through the stankpartment so she can sit on her ass again and wind up for her gaslighting the audience and ensuring that we all know the real victim here is Hamber.
She was, like, "Whuu-uut?" when she heard that she was blaming the company for sending the stuff to her. That never happened, LiarLynn. Lie count: 1. And she felt bad (2), and didn't want the company to have any added stress (3, and also bonus points for now making a lick of sense) from all the "bad reviews" people were leaving the company (4, this never happened). So she messaged them, identified herself and asked about the goods. Something, I might add, that she could have done instead of going immediately to toddlerrage in her rush to be the victim instead of the rude fucking cunt she was to the person who sent it. The company replied that no one in the company sent it, that it was ordered by a longtime customer and they asked that it be sent to arrive by Easter.
But Sitch, why Easter? Because in Croatia and Slovenia, among other Slavic countries, these are not just everyday things, especially not in poor/peasant/rural places where people might not have much or be able to afford a goddamned bag of knockoff combos at their sausage fingertips 24/7. Easter is a big fucking deal in orthodox xtianity, and it is tradition to share goods like these on special occasions, to be shared.
Now, I am under no delusion that Hamber actually threw away these things. I've no doubt she ate them and probably liked them a great deal. Beats those fucking sausage egg muffin things that MG,W made, that's for sure.
Hamber claims she is going to order something from the bakery and take her fat ass to the homeless shelter and give it to them. WHY? WHY would you take a fucking coffee cake or a couple of povitica or literally ANY perishable goods items to a goddamned homeless shelter? WTF are they going to do with three bags of baked goods? This is just another indication to me that Hamber not only doesn't know jack shit about shelters, but has never actually gone and dropped off all the shitty merch she picks up "for the shelter". And another question: why is it fine for HER to order baked goods from this bakery and take them over but not have someone send them TO HER and she could take them over? What's the fucking difference here? Either she's triggered by this shit or she isn't, and it doesn't matter which route it takes to get into her nasty beetus paws.
As usual, Hamber makes no sense at all, and keeps yammering on about the company the company the company. Then she whines about "Why am I always wrong?"
BECAUSE YOU ARE ALWAYS WRONG YOU GREASY-HAIRED, PATHOLOGICALLY LYING, ATTENTION WHORING, PEA-BRAINED, FAT FUCKING NARC. That would be why. WASH YOUR GREASY FUCKING HAIR, YOU UTTER SHITBAG.
And while you're at it, put the no food rule with your fucking PO info, SelfrighteousLynn.
PTSD
So hammy is quite literally counting down the remaining "therapy sessions" so she can waddle her way to the WLS and have them give her a surgery date. If she keeps up this fiction, I can't wait for when she inevitably comes back, "balling my eyes out", to sniffle at the camera and tell us she was not approved for WLS and how they're a bunch of meanies because she net lost a whole two pounds over three months, even though she was doing "everything they told me do". Sure. That's why you guessed that you gained two pounds over your initial weigh in? OK, LiarLynn. If she wee really doing the diet she outlined, the weight would be absolutely melting off, and it isn't, as we all know.
La-di-dah, claims that this appointment was four hours, and no, bitch, it was not. Said the shrink had her fill out this "thing" - it's a questionnaire, stupid - and she wasn't sure what it was. Then why didn't you just fucking ask, if that was the case (no, it was not the case)? She did, and then he told her it was to "see if she really had PTSD, and he looked at the results and said 'Yep!'" and FFS, Hamber, you lying cunt, if only you were more intelligent, you'd be a much better liar and sociopath than you are. but you're a fucking tard with too much fat on the brain. PTSD is not diagnosed on the basis of a goddamned 20 question, self-reported list. She looks very proud of herself when she informs us that 31-33 points is considered "average" and she scored 47 points. That must mean her muh trauma is some kind of record. So corky!
Or, it means what it means: she gamed the questionnaire, artificially inflating the scoring. That is, she did what she does best: lied.
Now, if she would do real research instead of half-assed shit at WebMD where ultimately, everything ends in cancer, she would know that the PCl is a tool, and a tool only. You do not make diagnoses from scoring on the damn thing. And, it's really about the past MONTH, not 30 goddamned years ago. Go fuck yourself, you lying, gaslighting bitch.
Wah, wah, still burbling about how her mascara didn't run even though she was cryeeen during the "session". Claims she asked the shrink if she could just "move on" from the trauma, like haydur nation is telling her to - by the way, Ham, your supporters are starting to say the same thing. He allegedly said no, you can't do that. Yeah, you really can. how the fuck do you think people move along in their lives to become functional, productive members of society? It doesn't mean: stop all therapy, get moving. JFS it will never cease to amaze me just how goddamned stupid she is, and that she thinks no one will find anything suspicious about her "therapy" or "WLS". How dare the peasants question their queen of lard?
So now - despite the fact that she has been in therapy all this past year, and they were digging into the real shit - the next sessions are going to be digging into the real shit, and you know, just go fuck yoursdlf again, Hamber. Heard it all before. You're a narc. You're a pathological liar. You've "been to a lipedemia specialist" and yet have done exactly no treatments for your supposed lipedemia or lymphedema. Just like you're obviously not following the diet plan.
But why, at this date, should anyone think this remarkable? HaberLynn Reid. Failing on the internet for a decade. I'm not certain how many more years she's going to be able to manage hauling herself around in the body that she has deformed so badly at this point that she will never, ever look like a normal person ever again. But I'm gonna bet it isn't a lot of them.
Yet another scene, sitting (of course) at her standing desk, telling us she slept in her makeup and clothes again. The stench in that place must be epic.
Blah de blah, says goodbye.
