Amych is wise. Pay attention to amych.
The brainweasels are not your friends. amych is your friend.
That is all.
I swear, one of these times, you're gonna wake up in a coma.
Cordelia ,'Showtime'
Spike's Bitches 47: Someone Dangerous Could Get In
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Karl - Jul 23, 2012 2:28:05 pm PDT #17654 of 30001
I adore all you motherfuckers so much -- PMM.
Dana - Jul 23, 2012 2:31:39 pm PDT #17655 of 30001
I haven't trusted science since I saw the film "Flubber."
If migraines are contagious, clearly I know who to blame. Ow.
And no, do not make any decisions right now.
Anne W. - Jul 23, 2012 2:31:52 pm PDT #17656 of 30001
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.
Don't listen to the brainweasels, Steph. Karl and Amych are both very wise.
Cass - Jul 23, 2012 2:37:59 pm PDT #17657 of 30001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Probably the wrong time to get all introspecty?
YES. STEP AWAY FROM THE INTROSPECTION.
I concur with Jilli. And her capitalization.
Aims - Jul 23, 2012 2:50:56 pm PDT #17658 of 30001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
No introspection allowed on Mondays. That's a universal rule, dammit. None.
Or, as my therapist would say, when you are unsure of your state of mind due to depression or pain or both, DO THE OPPOSITE.
So no eating disorder. No cosmetic surgery. No breaking up.
erikaj - Jul 23, 2012 2:52:45 pm PDT #17659 of 30001
"already on the kiss-cam with Karl Marx"-
Introspection that always comes out with your being a loser is not the real thing.
askye - Jul 23, 2012 3:09:30 pm PDT #17660 of 30001
Thrive to spite them
Those are horrid brain weasels!
My therapist says to me all the time - Be Kind to Yourself.
Especially when my level of self care drops closer to survival mode.
So, Teppy, Be Kind To Yourself!
When I get really sick my stupid brain goes into DEPRESSION MODE and then my brain starts digging up everything I think I've done wrong or failed or any way I think I've humilated myself and it ends up with lots of tears and dehydration and anxiety.
But it's not real. I mean I feel like crap and the stuff goes through my head but it's not depression and so I have to tell myself my brain's wires are crossed and weather it.
Which means my level of self care goes down to survival mode and everything else gets left behind.
smonster - Jul 23, 2012 3:15:22 pm PDT #17661 of 30001
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
So, Teppy, Be Kind To Yourself!
Absolutely, this. It's self-coddle time.
Steph L. - Jul 23, 2012 3:17:36 pm PDT #17662 of 30001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
Yeah, I can see the external factors of (1) HOLY GOD THIS PAIN, (2) my god, I am drugged up so much that a vampire drinking my blood would get stoned, (3) not enough sleep for 3 days running, (4) not enough food for 3 days running, (5) what food I have eaten isn't really what I needed.
I get that.
when my level of self care drops closer to survival mode.
You know, I just want someone to take care of *me*. Fuck self care. Fuck it in the ass.
askye - Jul 23, 2012 3:24:33 pm PDT #17663 of 30001
Thrive to spite them
Someone should take care of you!
Sometimes that's what a level of self care is -someone taking care of you and all the other stuff and you are only doing the sleeping, taking medicine, eating/drinking, bathroom stuff.
I have a tendency to think if I'm sick and I'm not doing stuff I'm being lazy and procrastinating and then I get mad and go all drill sgt on myself.
So I have to remind myself, that not doing stuff is okay when I'm sick/depressed/dealing with shit.