“"maybe she should have tried to cure the cancer" Unbelievable, you're actually blaming a cancer survivor. Your responses have now been blocked on BGC for the sake of everyone who is currently battling cancer or has lost a loved one to cancer.”
The cancer industry is one of the biggest and most evil lies perpetuated on the world - and YOU have bought into it and continue the lie. Maybe you do find it unbelievable that some people actually stand up for the truth instead of the feel-good propaganda; I don’t. I am sick of the lies and the pretend cures. They don’t WANT to cure cancer, it’s too profitable for them. They are too busy making money off of a genuinely concerned public and demonizing anyone who tells the truth - cancer CAN be cured. There are MANY cures and they don’t involve injecting a CANCER-CAUSING poison into your body or mutilating your own flesh. Cancer is ugly and demoralizing and grizzly, it’s not a pretty pink ribbon. I cannot and will not EVER support a system that lies to women and men about their very lives.
You may think my comment was heartless, but you don’t understand the sickening dread I feel when I think of innocent people misled into believing that chemo and surgery is somehow a ‘cure’, that the only alternative is death, that they have to suffer. Saying you support cancer sufferers is a nice slogan, but you are perpetuating a lie that is causing countless people to suffer.
And just so we are clear: I don’t blame cancer survivors for taking the only option they see to stay alive. My anger is directed at those who make it seem like they don’t have a choice. There is a choice. If you don’t care enough to verify anything I’ve said, you are just perpetuating the very same mentality that traps so many people into a cycle of illness - the unwillingness to ask questions.
I don’t care about the opinions of anyone who continues to keep their head buried after they have been warned, and I hope you won’t be among them. If you can’t wake yourself up after reading this, that’s on you - you’ve made your choice. I’ve woken up, and with or without tact, my original comment stands.
I accidentally found out a good fidget. I tend to pick a lot when i talk with my mom because we both get really into conversations and are passionate about discussions. so I get a lot of adrenaline and notice that I pick feverishly. Last night, we were talking on the couch and in order to face her, I had to take off the butterfly clip in my hair. I took that one out and the one on the other side and clasped them into each other. then i gently tugged on them and when i let up they would retighten. so i did this while we were talking and I didn’t pick once! yay.
So today I found out that my best friend’s mum’s boyfriend raped her 3 years ago, when she was 11, bedridden with Sunstroke. She hasn’t told anyone since because she believes it was her fault, and that, because it was so long ago, “Nobody cares anymore.” I bet her that if this gets to 100,000 notes, then 100,000 people care and so she must tell someone when we get there. She agreed.
I had to cut my nails on my left hand so I could play, and I included my right pointer finger as well because it’s my number one picking finger. Hope it’s worth it - I really hate short nails.
What I always enjoyed about Morticia and Gomez was how they made no secret that they passionately loved each other. We get so used to seeing depictions (on television especially) of married couples in continual states of contention—belittling one another, falling into the wife/mother-husband/child trope, and generally disrespecting each other, which made me wonder why they even bothered marrying in the first place.
But Gomez and Morticia never lose their desire and respect for each other. Is it because they’re “weird” that it’s acceptable to depict married life so positively? Or are they “strange” because, after three children and a lifetime together, they still adore each other? I know no marriage is perfect, but wouldn’t it be nice if the media portrayed marriage as more than a continuous state of exasperation and anger? Maybe that’s why romance novelists and romance novel readers are so embattled: because we dare to believe in love.
“How long has it been since we waltzed?”
I loved the movies more before I saw the original series on Netflix. They are so different in the tv show, and now I realize the movies are a bad interpretation. :( But I still love them all. Oh the dancing!
This is a quote I found about studies relating to Dermatillomania and Trichotillomania:
(Quote)”In some animal models, it has been shown that animals which excessively pull their hairs have more endorphin receptors in their brain than animals who do not. Endorphin receptors enable endorphins to have an effect on the brain. If this is true for humans, people who are particularly compulsive about their repetitive habits may have more endorphin receptors in their brain as well. This may explain why sufferers get more enjoyment out of picking their scabs than others.”
doesn’t that also mean that we are capable of more joy?
Where did the ‘extra’ receptors come from, I wonder?
A comic I drew on fighting procrastination.
The last frame is exactly how I view procrastination. I have to keep reinventing schedules so I can get my work done at a reasonable time. Setting specific goals like I want to finish these 3 magazines by the end of the month vs. I want to do something each day. Flexible goals and deadlines that I can write on a dry erase board are really helping me right now. I can easily shift things around if I need a day off, without the guilt of seeing things crossed out or erased like I would if it was on paper.
Dermatillomania - mindfulness
Basically, I’m not going to try to stop cold turkey anymore. I’ve been practicing mindfulness. I noticed that unlike most with derma, a mirror is not a trigger for me (except for the occasional pimple); I seem to pick more because I can’t see the damage I’m causing. So, when I feel myself picking my fingers, I tell myself you can pick if you look at what you’re doing. I’ve only been doing this for about an hour, but I think, and hope, that it will make a difference. :)
Dermatillomania - Coping
Ya, this is definitely stress-related. I didn’t think it was in the beginning (because the picking was the way to deal with stress). But in trying to stop, I am seeing the connection. And it’s not extreme stress like public speaking or being late for work - it’s the normal ‘stress’ that your body feels every day just by virtue of existing (seeing you have mail, opening tumblr, talking to people) - those little adrenaline spikes.
I keep thinking about a show I saw on tv that said that when a child uses self-harm to cope with stress, they stop maturing in that department. Mentally, they are still like a child, even though they are biologically an adult, because they never learned to cope in a ‘mature’ way. This didn’t freak me out before because I only cut myself for a few months of one year, and then only had a handful of recurrences in the 7-ish years since. So if it had handicapped my maturity, it was for a short time. But now, I realize that I was picking for years before I chose to cut (yes, conscious decision, not desperation). So does that mean I have the coping mechanisms of a 5th grader, or possibly younger?
“What's the 30 day challenge? For derma..?”
for derma, trich, and I suppose you could do it for most addictions/self-harm. you can check it out here. :)
I just did this. I haven’t cut for one year!