Because being stuck in survival mode all the time is not living.
only when our basic needs, as mandated by birth, are met can we truly thrive. There are so many things I can say regarding this topic, but for now, just let that sink in.
We live in a world where Sam Pepper can sexually assault women, document it and receive a lot of support from people calling it a ‘harmless prank’, and Emma Watson can stand up for equal rights for women and have her nude photos leaked over the Internet.
And you’re telling me we don’t need feminism?
because threatening to publicly shame and humiliate a woman because she’s attempting to create equality is an act of terrorism in and of itself.
"I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity." -Edgar Allan Poe
So I was merrily scrolling through my Tumblr feed and started to notice a trend of depressed people all over the place and it made me sad. I too used to be hideously depressed. Up until the last year or two I spent the majority of my twenties and adolescence cutting myself,hitting myself, starving myself, bingeing, purging, while feeling totally unlovable. I made horrible relationship choices that hurt me physically, emotionally, and spiritually. I got diagnosed with Borderline personality disorder. I tried therapy and medication and got little more than a headache.
When I got my own place it got worse because I fell in love (what I thought was love at least) with an addict which left me with two full time jobs, all the bills, the driving, no food, no sleep, no support and nothing to show for any of it except a few more drugs to add to my list of “tried that”. He made me believe no one but him was truly my friend. He emotionally abused the ever living fuck out of me and all the while I thought if i just loved him hard enough, it would be ok. I believed i was some kind of monster and that it was socially irresponsible for anyone to come near me or love me. That I would just ruin their lives so i was better off all alone. like I was somehow doing humanity a service by rotting alone in my room. I’ve been in more abusive relationships than I’d care to admit…..
so what got me out of it? whats the moral to this story?
I learned about food. Now i know that sounds far too simple a solution for such a chaotic mental state but its true.
"Gut bacteria also produce hundreds of neurochemicals that the brain uses to regulate basic physiological processes as well as mental processes such as learning, memory and mood. For example, gut bacteria manufacture about 95 percent of the body’s supply of serotonin, which influences both mood and GI activity.
When you consider the gut’s multifaceted ability to communicate with the brain, along with its crucial role in defending the body against the perils of the outside world, “it’s almost unthinkable that the gut is not playing a critical role in mind states,” says gastroenterologist Emeran Mayer, MD, director of the Center for Neurobiology of Stress at the University of California, Los Angeles.”
you can read the full article here
I learned that thanks to GMO’s and the DNA of food being spliced with pesticides, us humans are in fact consuming the very chemicals designed to break open the stomachs of bugs to kill them. Sure, our stomachs don’t break open because we’re much larger than bugs, so its a much smaller dose for us, but it is still causing leaky gut syndrome, which is holes in the gut. And what has been linked to depression? Leaky gut syndrome!!!!
here is another article describing how inflammation affects the body as a result of garbage food and plays a role in depression.
Additionally, when it came to my eating disordered behavior once I realized that food companies were adding chemicals that literally hijacked my biology and made me over eat, I stopped blaming myself for being “fat”. Sometimes I used to eat like a starved animal and could not understand why I was cramming food into my mouth like a beast… turns out I was starving on a cellular level which was telling my brain to EAT EAT EAT but because I didnt understand that processed food isn’t food the shit storm cycle of over eating crap and then feeling guilty about it started all over again. Not to mention, I never felt satisfied when I ate because none of it had nutrients.
We are the chronically overfed and yet are extremely malnourished.
So I turned my life around by going Raw Vegan. I havent been 100% raw every single day this year, but my diet is now at least 90% fruits and veggies (organic as often as humanly/financially possibly). I strive to eat the bulk of my calories from those sources. And when I cant eat totally raw for some reason, i still try to go for gluten free vegan options. I didnt know it was possible to not hate myself. I didnt think I would ever not feel that pit of despair swallowing me whole.
I didnt think I was malnourished. I didnt think the stress I was enduring could affect me that profoundly. But it did. I cleaned out my body and it cleaned out my mind. I never thought such clarity was possible, but it is. and all you have to do is choose to eat those foods that actually feed your body and mind. Once you clear up your body, it gives your brain the chance to repair itself, it gives you the chance to deal with your stress in a much healthier way because now you actually have the fuel to do so.
I urge you to do some research on what you eat and where it comes from. I implore you please, please please, research your body and how it responds to food. Google the link between gut health and mental health.
Eating a banana isn’t going to make your stress in life disappear, but I can guarantee that when you make a conscious decision to treat your body better, the rest falls into place quite nicely.
Please be nice to moths
They spend their whole caterpillar lives thinking theyre going to be beautiful butterflies and then they turn out ugly and everyone hates them.
Please be nice to moths
get out of here, moths are freaking gorgeous have you even seen them
what is there to not love about moths
Holy shit look at that gorgeous adorable fluff face.
so thats where the ideas for furbys came from… .
Days go by before the sadness hits your chest and you think youve conquered happiness. Whats the difference between being healed and being distracted? It settles in misty like humidity fog on nights where the cold of your own atmosphere can’t stand the heat of your hearts own furnace. Creates clouds to get your head lost in while your heart keeps trying to swim. I didnt know these feelings had no end. Infinite. Theres a pulley system in my chest with a tiny man asleep at the helm, forgetting to pull the strings to pull a smile back across mouths curtain.
The show must go on.
Because today would have been Freddie Mercury’s 68th birthday.
I used to shave every single day. I used to associate my hair with being unclean. I used to believe my body was unacceptable in its natural state. I’ve been told my body hair made me unworthy of getting dates. Then I realized we’re a patriarchal culture obsessed with young female bodies through “barely legal”porn that makes grown women maintain bodies like that of a pre-pubescent girls and got a little sick… so i stopped shaving completely.