All in Personal Ramblings
I’m 33 (a month ago). I have bacne that goes away (and stays away) with regular back scrubber usage in the shower, but I can’t bring myself to wash my goddamn back every time I bathe. It’s just annoying. I usually yell from the shower for Kris and make him do it.
I used to jump on the band wagon in my artistic/hippie friend circle of mocking rich people. We’d see some fit bitch in $100 yoga pants getting a $6 latte carrying a $400 purse and we’d make all sorts of judgments about her and say passive aggressive things like, “Must be nice!”
We've been duped into thinking that if we are good people who are pure of heart, if we're in service to others, if we're following our passion that literally "the rest" will follow. That's extremely misleading, often quite dangerous and most of the time sets us all up for failure and burnout.
Depression IS boring. I feel so fucking boring right now. I find people talking over me and not maintaining eye contact with me. They're no longer as interested in what I have to say. It's too intense, too dark.
When you're in that stressful situations often, and your cortisol and adrenaline are firing for prolonged periods of time - it changes how your brain is wired. You no longer have the ability to properly regulate your hormones and this throws your health out of balance affecting everything from inflammation to thyroid issues to sleep patterns and more.
It's funny though how the gratitude for where you're at only lasts for so long. Because six months later when you're still in the same place, it's really fucking hard to remind yourself to be grateful for it yet another day.
Instead we got some bullshit pregnancy story line, a bunch of fucking pointless scenes, and ultimately a show that ended with the majority of the Girls not speaking to each other. I know the meat of the show is Hannah, but the show is still called "Girls", not "Hannah's Dumbass Life".
Newsflash: some shit is always in retrograde. The planets fucking move all the goddamn time. If you lived your life according to your translation of what that means for you, personally - you'd never make a fucking move.
So they aren't scared of "the psychic". They are scared of being faced with themselves. They are scared because a psychic is generally someone you can't bullshit or make excuses with. They're detached from your situation, operating on a different plane, and are just there to tell you what the fuck is up, if you ask them.
Obviously it was not different, i.e. - the park bench blow job. Of course we started fucking. It was the most cliche thing ever.
When two people come together in a relationship, be it a parent and child, lovers, friends, etc. - that relationship has an energetic body. And that body also has chakras. If the chakras are stunted, so is the relationship.
The thought of - what if I hadn't come back? Reminds me of the feeling you might have when someone dies unexpectedly and you had so much you meant to say.
I need to find a moment alone to cry.
#journal #freewrite #death #divorce
I used to be 100% mainstream. Blindly fumbling through life just trying to do what the system prescribed for me. You know, go to college, get married, get a good job, buy a house, a car, work your ass off every day, take a few long weekends off here and there, and hopefully have enough saved up so that I can retire someday. Maybe if I get lucky I’ll be able to travel to Europe for a couple weeks while I’m still young enough to enjoy it.
Inspired after reading Medical Medium, we realized we needed to reset our relationship with food - even though we were eating healthy. Organic, whole, local, seasonal foods made up our diet. But still, we were missing something.
So - we’re doing this protocol for 28 days and then we’re going to slowly reintroduce different foods. We've also been doing colon hydrotherapy, and BodyTalk which has been incredibly supportive and helpful.
It always comes up when we talk about "being polyamorous" which I actually really am starting to loathe the term. Why do we have to put a label on it? Because we all like labels. They make us feel comfortable.
A review of all the reusable menstrual options: sea sponge tampons, menstrual cups, cloth pads, and lastly: PERIOD PANTIES. Yes.
Saying, “You’re so lucky” is an easy way to look at someone that you envy and justify why you’re not also happy and fulfilled.
The reality is - we did the work and created this for ourselves.
The best part is: you can do it, too.
I still can’t believe it’s 2016 and we don’t have better birth control options. It’s either take some crazy fake hormones, or have some foreign body inserted in your uterus, or chart your cycles and risk having an abortion. Ultimately I ended up getting an IUD because it wasn’t fake hormones (I got the copper one) and it didn’t mess with your cycle - you still bled and ovulated and all that as per usual.
Colon Hydrotherapy is a trip! It is amazing to see your emotional, spiritual, and energetic baggage that you've been holding onto wash away through that little window. I was six pounds lighter after two sessions. 6 pounds of old crap I had been carrying around with me.
I spent the next day tearing apart the book and having a true fucking awakening. I was amazed that women's bodies could do all of this incredible shit, I was in awe of my own body for the process of menstruation and the ability to grow and birth a human. I sat naked on my back porch and poured water all over myself in a primal moment of pure ecstasy at simply being a woman.