My name is Allison and I work FT as a librarian. I have been suffering from severe bacterial infections for four years. This is an invisible illness and limits my daily life. I have worked three jobs for the last three years and need help. My insurance refuses to cover life-saving treatment. If I don’t get treatment, these infections will end my life. Retweeting this post saves my life.
Thank you!!
ancient Romans be like:
-the first man over the wall/into the enemy camp/onto the enemy ship: gets a crown made of gold
-the man who saves the life of a fellow citizen in battle: gets a crown made of oak leaves
-the man whose actions save a whole legion or army: gets a crown made of grass/flowers/cereal plants from the place where he did the saving
-the Man who (though they don't realise it at the time) saves all mankind from sin and death: gets a crown made of thorns
Truly believe that the definition of "mature adult" is someone who is willing to take care of a child when necessary.
Mind you, you don't have to have, want, or like children to fit my definition here. But if you're stuck on a desert island and there's a five year old stuck with you, you have to be the adult.
Also controlling your own impulses is almost like taking care of a toddler anyway, so there's that.
Me: should I take pain meds? I can't tell if I'm in pain
Also me: can't move without groaning from pain
A few months back, I read about a study that found that people who were told to regularly think about things they’re grateful for reported significantly improved physical and mental well-being at the end of the study. So I started going for a walk every day before work and making myself come up with 5 things that I’m grateful for. And I know it sounds like the most cornball shit ever, but it has fundamentally changed my brain chemistry.
I was aware that I was becoming a little bit too much of a sarcastic little hater before I started this experiment. Now I am almost startled to catch myself saying shit like, “Wow, look at the flowers on that tree, I am so grateful I decided to walk this way,” unironically, completely unprompted, and outside of the specific time in the day when I do the gratitude practice. I’ve rewired my brain to look for things to be grateful for, and so I look around me more and find more of them, which makes me feel happier, which makes me find even more good things.
For the record, I’m not saying, “Only think positive thoughts! No bad vibes!” Toxic positivity is probably about as unhealthy as only thinking negative thoughts. Sometimes shit does just suck. I’m not telling you to be grateful for the bad things around you. Being a sarcastic little hater definitely has its place. But setting aside like 2 minutes per day to come up with 5 things you’re grateful for will genuinely improve your outlook. It doesn’t have to be big stuff—sometimes the best I can manage is simple shit like, “I’m grateful that zippers were invented,” but even that forces me to be in the present moment and deepens my appreciation of the world around me. Try it, even if you have to do it badly or sarcastically at first. Even if you only do it so that you can come back and tell me I’m wrong in 3 months. Set a daily alarm on your phone and give it a try.
Neuroplasticity let’s go!!!! You can absolutely train your brain to see more positivity, and our behaviors and actions can impact how we think and our mental state. I honestly need to do this more often.
Glimpses at friendship, dating, engagement, marriage- and anything in between.
--A collection of domestic one shots throughout Jay and Hailey's relationship
Y'all are going all in on sappy Jay for this one. Why not? This one is a three-for, so thank you to the anons who left prompts in my inbox. The prompts here are: Hailey has a nightmare "I love you" "Why?" Jay leaves notes around the apartment This is probably a little bit softer (?) than I would write them, but it's a fictional version of fictional people- there are no rules around here! Set loosely after episode 8x11. Enjoy!
Chapter 4: Nightmare/"I Love You"/Love Notes
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I just killed the biggest fucking spider in my room oh my god I want to curl up and die
GAHHHHHHH IM SO ITCHY NOW I HATE IT SO MUCH
SWEET MAGNOLIAS 3.06 'And a Star to Steer Her By'
bonus:
Friendly reminder that a misdiagnosis can really hurt you. It is important to think very carefully about what you/your doctor diagnose it as, and to be accepting to the possibility of being wrong.
“Seriously though,” Cleo starts after a few more steps of comfortable silence. “She hasn’t left your side since we got here. She your bodyguard or something? Stalker? Clingy girlfriend?” And like the first few raindrops of an afternoon shower, JJ feels the dread start to pool again. Because of course he’s noticed how Kie only ever wants to go with him to collect supplies after Pope introduced the buddy system rule. Of course he’s noticed her body inching closer and closer to his after every sleepless night. If he thinks about it for more than two seconds, he knows exactly what that sinking feeling in his stomach means, what it meant earlier today for him to completely check out of the conversation at the first sign of any of the other Pogues noticing the things he’s noticed. If John B has started to catch on? Then it can’t just be his imagination. Something is different with Kie. With him and Kie.
Or, four missing scenes throughout the course of season three that show each of the Pogues being the massive Jiara shippers that we all know they are. jiara week day 7: missing scene
i’m pretty sick and tired of people in my life who don’t experience chronic pain trying to tell me how to manage my pain.
like i’m trying to manage it the best i can, but these people are focused on “fixing”. i don’t need to have people on my back trying to tell me to take herbs to fix my pain, as if i haven’t already tried it.
there’s no compassion behind these comments either, it’s just an abled savior complex.
