#overcoming illness

[webofgoodnews]

Grandmother, 104, who survived Spanish flu pandemic has become the oldest person in the world to successfully fight off a bout of coronavirus

[motivatedaily]

It was only when I reached the end of my fight did I realize that there's nothing to fight for. Our bodies are not battle grounds, our illnesses are not wars to be won or lost, and the biggest determinating factor of the quality of our lives is our will, or our reason for living.

Anita Moorjani

[sonniquick]

Necessary Go Fund Me Campaign

Necessary Go Fund Me Campaign

After I started the Go Fund Me campaign I added two updates and photos that aren’t below. You can go to the campaign using the link below. I’ve tried to keep my issues separate but I can’t anymore.  I’m fighting cancer. I won the first battle with liver cancer with a liver transplant, but the medications I have to take suppresses my immune system so I can’t fight off much of anything. I’ve had…

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[sonniq]

Necessary Go Fund Me Campaign

Necessary Go Fund Me Campaign

After I started the Go Fund Me campaign I added two updates and photos that aren’t below. You can go to the campaign using the link below. I’ve tried to keep my issues separate but I can’t anymore.  I’m fighting cancer. I won the first battle with liver cancer with a liver transplant, but the medications I have to take suppresses my immune system so I can’t fight off much of anything. I’ve had…

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[mieliboo]

Travelling With Disabilities

That photo above is from James and I’s trip to Corralejo in 2016 for my 30th birthday. At this point in time, I was in a lot of back pain due to my ever deteriorating spine, I still had a numb right leg, I was exhausted and my joints were, well my joints. However, I was determined to not let my body and mind stop me from having an epic 30th birthday. The aim was for me to spend my 30th birthday…

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[stasiscorrupt]

thought of some really sad ren stuff because im super mean and awful to my characters

i like and want to portray her as being incredibly strong. i think this is a staple ren trait. despite how sickly and how against the odds things can be, she fights through it. sometimes people might not even get what she’s going through, because she hides it very well. while on the outside it seems pretty bad, deep down it’s worse and she just does a good time at putting on a strong act. i think over time things get worse.

while there is a chance that stasis corruption can clear up on its own, it’s not going to happen that way for her. so what if, the crystalization thing was actually happening? down the line and the longer she’s stuck that way, her state is deteriorating, and under her clothes she’s hiding crystals forming on her

? hm

or not. at some point it would be cool if that was a thing somehow, though. 

i was also thinking that the more preredemption!ren has terrible stuff happening to her body too, but she either: ignores it or shrugs it off like it’ll get better if she reaches her goal and gains enough power or she’s delusional to think it’s part of her becoming a god or something.

reaching this point is something that happens once she takes in too much energy, and clearly, it is Not Good. she reaches this ON PURPOSE preredemption and once again later on after under certain circumstance (and perhaps another in s3 au) and while its based off a certain someone, it is still something that shouldnt happen

ren’s always in a lot of pain. she just doesnt let anyone else know. again, she’s good at hiding it

she always has a migraine because of her wings/horns being made of stasis. and her memory is super fuzzy and she just sometimes outright forgets things. 

she hates herself a whole lot postredemption and she partially thinks she deserves to be this way, but she’s not like... suicidal or anything. because its not like she doesnt know she might die. but rather... she holds out wishing and hoping that she’ll be helped

[cafewellness-blog]

First official video from the Cafewellness team! Much more to come :)  Everything so far is under construction, but please do check us out and follow us in advance to witness the awesome unfold! 

~Theresa

[spritualwarrioress]

26. ON THE FACTORY RESET BUTTON, MENTAL ILLNESS, & FLYING YOUR KITE

"The longer the string, the higher the kite" -best fortune cookie wisdom Warrioress ever received

 I was mildly freaked today.  By the medical prospects, the medical realities of traveling where I will be headed for the new few months.  There are some serious diseases out there.  I had to get half a dozen hard-core shots in the arm.  Sh!t gets real when you leave the first world.

Often I have pondered the quandary of existence, status.  How people always do the best they can to regulate themselves back to spiritual factory settings.  You are born into a crummy emotional situation you seek peace.  Into poverty you seek wealth.  Whatever one is lacking, they will seek [fill into the madlib].  But the opposite also holds true.  I always observed rich white American 'aristocracy' driving themselves crazy being on the defensive, being lonely and alienated.  We are all the same, us monkeys!  Factory settings.  Back as close as possible to reset mode, back to bobbing in a perfect float at the surface, between having cookies and not having cookies. Give me the vaccines so I can remain as close to NIB condition as possible.

I always felt, always knew I had been given everything -- been blessed with everything -- been at the 'top of the heap' in this particular world: money, technology, brain power, beauty, artistic skill and creativity.  YES -- what a horrible place to reside in!  Scared -- with nowhere else to go but down from the ivory tower, down into the so-called muck, and down amongst the "people" who construct the lowest common denominator. 

Don't wan't to reside on the defensive.  I played right wing, dammit.  Time to play offense!  And into the fire she goes.

Status quo?  Nowhere to go... but down?  Bring me back to reality then, please.  I crave it. 

Was craving it.  A craving to fall back to factory settings so intense that it pulled me into malady, into a medical condition of my own deliberation.

See, the reset button was nowhere to be found.  Plan B: Trojan horse constructed, fight out the war.  Not to justify here my position of waiting to fly; however, let me digress for a second so I can be done with it: arguably poor parenting for a spirited child, even worse schooling (why did not one creative person ever speak up on my behalf??!) -- we were never taught to cry or speak out in my household.  The arts were not encouraged in my community.  And geekiness, well, heaven forbid.  Quite the opposite: it was impressed upon me branded, seared into my consciousness that almost all my reactions to everything were bizarre and shameful.  And for a sensitive being, I ended up folding my experiences in upon myself.  In a 17-year household hurricane of pain, anger, dysfunction, projecting, hallucinating -- I learned to feel what I was supposed to feel by crawling into a wormhole of emotions, mind, spirit.  I was able to act out what I needed to feel and then make myself feel better through my own little role-playing game with myself.  And that path took me to a dark place -- where pain, loathing, trauma led to even more -- as I was caught in the throes of an acute eating disorder.

Sure, I had years of 'sobriety' where the going was good.  But then the demon would rear his head again.  I was still unaligned with MYSELF. 

Now, almost 20 years later, I can confidently say I've kicked that fuc&er in the nuts so hard he will never, ever, return to my life.  Reset button --> FINALLY FOUND!  Hit it!  There is no room for him here anymore.  He, who pretended to provide instant gratification with sweet seduction.  Now illuminated by the sweet light of my soul for what he is: just a paper-thin, gnarly & dead snakeskin that no longer fits. I have no need for him anymore.  And, for the first time since childhood -- no more desire for his promise of comfort, love, peace during the storm of my emotional reactions to, well, everything.  I have found the threshold of these gifts I was craving simply within myself.

Moulting: my spirit, she emerges new.

And will float, dip, dive and flutter on that oceanic updraft so high!

We know the string has been unraveling through several dozen set changes.  The shooting schedule has been awfully long, but the finished film will be a masterpiece.

Alright? Alright. She's ready for a cookie now <3