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Why he do this
Power stance
A hen sitting on her eggs.
half an hour speedpaint.
If you ever hear me breathe deeply itâs not because Iâm annoyed itâs because I forget to breathe sometimes
how you program your mind when youâre at a low point is so impactful. resorting back to toxic patterns when youâre low is only strengthening those neural pathways and programming your mind to make those unhealthy choices or think those unhealthy thoughts every time youâre not feeling well. alternatively, trying your hardest to cope in a healthier way every time youâre feeling bad will strengthen those positive neural pathways, and as time goes on, it will become easier to make healthy choices and say no to toxic patterns. this of course isnât to say that you should feel guilty if you relapse, it is not by any means easy to reprogram your brain and sometimes we relapse and thatâs okay, so long as weâre trying our best to treat ourselves better.
Me: *makes a small irrelevant mistake*
My Brain, banging pots and pans together: YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUC
Me: *makes huge mistake that will directly affect my future horribly*
My Brain, lounging on a lawn chair with shades on: ....acknowledged
Sigh
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does any1 else go thru periods where u don;t want 2 talk anybody not bc ur distressed/angry or u dislike the people ur talking to but bc the pressure of having convos gets overwhelmin sometimes and u jus want 2 step away 4 awhile like i feel like an asshole for going ghost a lot but it;s therapeutic 4 me the pressure of being present and vocal all the time is tew much
The last one hit hard..
JESUS FUCKING CHRISTâŠ.
Friendly reminder to check youâre not holding tension in your body. Let your shoulders drop, unclench your hands and jaw. Take a deep breath. Much better.
this fluffy man is on a journey
7 Growth Promoting Questions
1. What challenged your thinking today?
2. What did you put a lot of effort into?
3. What happened that made you persevere, and resolve to keep fighting to achieve your dreams and goals?
4. What mistakes can you learn from?
5. What did you learn about relationships?
6. What did you do that showed that you had changed?
7. What do you feel most proud of?
Tampons are a âluxury itemâ
Once I worked as an intern in the state capital. One of the representatives I worked for was this middle-aged guy. And he hated the tampon and napkin machines in the womenâs bathrooms. Hated them. He insisted that they werenât necessary.
I found out why after Iâd been working there, oh, about a month. My period started suddenly, as it sometimes does, and I asked to excuse myself to go to the ladiesâ room. He wanted to know why. I told him.
He started ranting about how lazy women were. How we wasted time. How we were so careless and unhygenic, and that there was no call for that. He finished by telling me that I certainly was NOT going to the ladiesâ room and that I was just going to sit there and work. He finished this off with a decisive nod, as if Iâd just been told and there could be no possible argument.
âIf I donât go,â I said in an overly patient tone, âthe blood is going to soak through my pants, stain my new skirt that I just bought, and possibly get on this chair Iâm sitting in. I need something to soak up the blood. Thatâs why I need to go to the bathroom.â
His face turned oatmeal-gray; an expression of pure horror spread across his face. He leaned forward and whispered, âWait, you mean that if you donât go, youâll just keep on bleeding? I thought that women could turn it off any time that they wanted!â
I thought, Â You have got to be kidding.
Several horrified whispers later, I learned that he wasnât. He actually thought a) that women could shut down the menstrual cycle at will, b) that we essentially picked a week per month to spend more time in the bathroom, i.e. to goof off, and c) that napkins and tampons were sex toys paid for by Health and Human Services. I didnât know the term then, but he believed that tampons were dildos. Which was why he and a good number of his friends considered them luxuries.
And thatâs how, at twenty, I had to give a talk on menstruation to a middle-aged married state representative who was one of my bosses. American politics, ladies and gentlemen.
Thatâs.., thatâs insane.
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