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PICK A CARD INTUITIVE READING: WHAT TYPE OF GODDESS ARE YOU?
Wanted to do something fun for Venus day, so whats better than figuring out the type of goddess vibe you carry ? Pick which vibe suits you the most, and you read each energy for yourself.
Pile 1 : 'An Angel With Wings, The Beauty Queen, The Ocean Ruler'
This gift you have is connected to Mother Nature. You have a divine feminine frequency that propels your aura towards a larger group of people. Your energy is humongous and people notice you from afar. Your gift is being able to be a star and growing beyond what others limits were for you. Your creative energy sparks when your more confident in yourself and your potential. Your energy attracts demons (spiritually as well as physical bodies) because your spark enlightens their rage, shadows, envy etc. But its because your healing aura shines so brightly that they NEED to let go of that dark energy. When you walk into the room, people's hearts are touched. The heart chakra is stronger with this group, it is connected to Mother Gaia in a way that makes people believe in something beautiful. Venus Daughter. You're a gift from the divine to others.
Pile 2 : 'Beauty Comes Slowly But Gracefully. A Thousand Times Better Than Before.'
This group is more of a late bloomer, but in the most beautifulest way possible. Your star power comes through as you gain insight and experience in your lifetime. Your beauty shines in a way that other people takes kind too. You eliminate the bad around others because you see the good in them and who they truly are at the core. This could be a blessing and/or a curse, but your ability to touch others with seeing their darkness and sharing love and compassion with them is what helps them see themselves and heal. Your energy shines through the hugs you give people and people love to tell you their secrets or things they usually wouldn't tell a stranger.
You have this childlike essence to you that keeps you young, so being a late bloomer is more about you being a child throughout life, you're not hear to learn everything so quickly. You're a child of the stars, here to start something brand new and making way for other future generations in the process.
Pile 3: 'Crazy Meets Eccentric. The Boss. The Goddess With The Brain. The Angel Who Cuts Her Wings To Be A Goddess Amongst All The Other Realms'.
This group contains a lot of knowledge that allures others to their magic. They are spontaneous and allow this side of them to create space for their raw imagination. People are enticed with what they know and whats going on in their brain. These individuals are good at telling you like it is, however a little less bluntless will get you the most favor.
Angel guides are stronger with this group, you have a larger purpose to fulfill and a lot of it has to do with teaching abilities you carry in this lifetime. Just like the last group, you have an aura that will change the view of how other people see the world but for this group you will challenge people in how they view the world through THEM. You mirror back to them what they hate to see in their selves and this group could deal with a lot of uncertainty when working with others since your ideas will be too vast for a few others. Your beliefs and ideas of the world at large is what will propel you to great success in the long run. Use it wisely, and not everyone is meant to know these conquests you've been on to obtain the knowledge you seek. Be better than the last. Good times ahead.
Pile 4: 'The Girl With The Big Butt. The Illuminary. The Luxurious Queen.'
This group is known for their body and the beauty of their psychique. These spontaneous leaders are gifted with the power to influence others in different vocations. You have a light that contains tremendous power and shouldn't be taken to lightly. Men will be in favor to you if you pay attention and use your discerning abilities carefully. You have a lot of spiritual protection coming from the ethers, as your boss mentality keeps people at a standstill with feeling powerless, envious and throwing out the evil eye whenever they can. You have a guilty free conscience and if shame is an issue for you than this is something you truly need to work on. Nothing good comes when you're feeling shame, you have to live your best life. Who cares about what others think of you, as long as you think highly of yourself than thats all that matters.
Hope this helps <3 Enjoy!!!!!!!!!!!
#intuitive reading#finding joy#empress read#goddess reading#pick a card#pick a pile#channel#intuitive#channeler
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Joy is a constant practice.
{Digital illustration of a woman wearing a head scarf, sweatshirt and jeans while sitting cross-legged on the floor. On her lap is a white cat, and to her left is a cup of mysterious white tea. Text reads, ‘Joy is a constant practice -- not a destination.}
#art#feminism#self-care#joy#meditation#feminist#finding joy#cat#feminist art#queer art#music#graphic#illustration
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Dancing into the weekend...or more like shimmying. Who's with me? 💖
#my gif#me#dancing#shimmy#shake#friday#weekend#dance party#lace dress#lbd#having fun#finding joy#body confidence#self love#curvy girls#curvy and cute#celebrate
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The depression is still strong but I know I’m the only one that can get myself out of it. Today I went for an 8km walk. I took 2 breaks. One of which incorporated some time at the cafe with a decaf oat milk latte and a blueberry lemon sponge cake.
I spent some time looking for upcoming (running) races in my area. Unlike Vancouver (where there seems to be a race every weekend) they’re not as common here on the island. I did come across the “Goddess Race” (such a cheesy name 😂), happening next weekend that’s only 20 minutes away. The 10k was sold out but there were a few spots left for the 5k. I asked my Mom if she’d walk it with me. She’s 68 and has never done a race before but she was willing to try. So I signed us both up! So I’m looking forward to that.
I need new running shoes. Badly. I have 2 pairs that are definitely past their expiration date. 95% of my runners have all been ASICS. I’ve reluctantly tried Saucony, Addidas, New Balance and Nike because of salespeople recommendations and I’ve regretted it every time. I’m going to splurge and find a nice pair of ASICS this week. Good footwear can make long walks much more pleasant.
The kid saw a flyer for Mary Poppins the musical happening in May. They seemed really interested. We’re both not “musical theatre” fans but we both have a soft spot for Mary Poppins. Tickets were selling out fast but I managed to get us a pair for a matinee.
Keep in mind, I can’t afford race fees, shoes or tickets to plays but fuck it. Can’t put a price on happiness. lol.
A friend of mine from the mainland is coming out next week and we’re going to meet for coffee. She knows a lot of people in the comedy industry and mentioned she can get us free tickets to a show but they’re always at night. I’m hoping I have the energy to go. I’m not a fan of “evenings” in general. lol. That’s my cozy electric blanket, tea and book reading time.
So, I’m trying to make plans. On my walk today, I saw some little signs that spring is on its way. Which is probably the thing I’m most looking forward to.
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The more you look for it, the more you'll see it . . . . . .
Raindrops
Flowers
Dancing
Rain
Getting a compliment
Sparkles
Mochas
Steam
Tulips
Dancing with people
Candles
Cherry Blossoms
Veils
Wildflowers
Shopping
Animals
Snowdrops
Rivers
A good hair day
Embroidering
River rocks
Sea breeze
Fire
Ramen
Daffodils
Crafting
Floaty skirts
Waltzing
Curtsying
Going fast on horseback
#these are a few of my favorite things#favorite things#happiness#happy feels#little delights#delights#finding joy#little joys#joy#fun things#pretty things#good things#things to do#list#lists#positive thinking#positivity#gratitude
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Finding Joy
I said I write a Halloween short story, you get a Halloween short story.
Tagging @ashen-crest @abalonetea @cljordan-imperium @chris-the-dragonslayer I know you wanted to be tagged.
Trigger Warning for: blood, murder, suggestions of abusive/dependent relationship, alcohol, vampire typical feeding
The dimly lit path out of town led to the old farm, which had not been tended by anyone for years. The wind tugged mercilessly at the clothing as if it had come alive, trying to stop Tamara that late evening.
It had been dark for a long time, autumn was taking its toll, as were the words her husband had been uttering in his sleep every night for weeks. Tamara couldn't stand the way he talked about another woman at night, the way he showered her with compliments, making it clear where he disappeared off to so late at night.
He was all she had. Tamara had turned her back on her family for him. She couldn't just give him up, her whole life depended on him. So she had only one choice: to seek out the woman he was sneaking up to.
Two nights ago she had followed him, expecting to find him in the pub or brothel, but what she saw then was much worse. This woman with her flowing, flaming red hair was waiting for him in the glow of endless candles. Although she wore a plain dress, she could have been naked for the way Tamara's husband reacted. As if entranced, he stumbled clumsily toward the woman and threw himself at her feet. At that point, Tamara already couldn't stand it anymore and turned away. The sounds she heard only a little later from the old farmhouse told her everything she needed to know.
She had made sure he wouldn't wake up and had gotten something from the pharmacy for sleep problems and mixed it in with his food. As soon as he was sleeping peacefully, Tamara had gone on her way, and so now she stood just a few steps away from the farm. Her stomach was in knots. Swallowing hard, she took the next few steps. Never in her life had Tamara been a confrontational woman, but that had to change today.
Taking another deep breath, she squared her shoulders and entered the old farm. To her amazement, hardly any candles were burning. The little light created more shadows than helped her see. Something scurried around in the shadows that she hoped were just mice. The wind howled through the cracks and seemed to warn her not to go any further.
Again, something scurried in the shadows. Her heart was thudding in her throat, almost taking her breath away as Tamara took small steps further in. The roaring in her ears sounded far too loud in the silence of the abandoned farm.
"Hello?" she called cautiously into the main room.
There was no answer.
She took one of the candles nearby that had not been lit and held it against one of the few burning candles. The hope of seeing more shattered at the same time as the window was pushed open by a gust of wind and banged loudly against the wall. Glass broke into small pieces on the floor and allowed the cold fingers of the wind to enter.
Tamara's back tingled with the feeling of being watched. The red-haired woman had to be here somewhere, and she would not give up until she found her.
Once again, something flitted by her side. By now it had lost its terror, and she was focused on making out something in the strange twilight. The room had nothing but candles and an old bed. Eyebrows drawn together, she walked back into the hallway and stopped in front of the stairs. The faint candlelight flickered bravely against the darkness, but could not tell her either whether the steps were whole or not.
"I suppose you are looking for me, my confused creature."
The voice sounded just a few steps beside her from the area of the hallway leading to the large room and was sensual and at the same time it made her shiver in sheer terror. Slowly, Tamara turned around with the candle.
At the spot where Tamara had walked along only moments ago, the red-haired woman stood smiling at her in a way that reminded her of a wolf. Every part of her body told her this woman was dangerous, yet Tamara walked towards her.
"Yes, I'm looking for you."
Astonished, the other blinked and put her hands behind her back, as children often did when waiting for a reward. Everything about the way the woman acted spoke of it being a game to her.
"You were here two nights ago."
The chill in Tamara's back was no longer just the wind. Still, the woman smiled in that strange way.
"I'm Joy. May I know with whom I have the pleasure?"
"Tamara."
"That's a nice name. Why don't we sit down."
As if this wasn't a run-down farm, Joy moved down the hall to another room. As if by magic, the candles began to burn, revealing a small living area.
"You're Lionel's wife, aren't you?"
Joy sat down slowly, her eyes fixed on Tamara. The candlelight seemed to add a special sparkle to her eyes. Cautiously, Tamara followed her.
"If you know about me, why are you doing all this?"
"What do you think I'm doing?"
"I know he seeks you out to lie with you."
Tamara had spoken quickly before courage left her, and was now hoping for a response from Joy. Instead of giving a response, however, Joy blinked in confusion.
"You didn't see much."
"What do you mean?"
The smile of a predator returned. A moment later, Joy's face changed, and long pointed canines appeared. A suppressed cry of terror escaped Tamara, but at the same time, she could only look in fascination. Slowly she took her hands from her mouth, which she was not even aware of having lifted, and leaned forward to Joy.
"You're a vampire?"
"You're not afraid?"
Joy's face changed again, now showing the beautiful face of a young woman once more. Tamara could only shake her head. Her relief was hard to put into words.
"Lionel is everything to me, my world. Knowing he was lying with another woman broke my heart, but knowing you are a vampire…"
A peaceful smile had stolen its way onto Tamara's face.
"It may sound silly, but that relieves me."
A deep but clear laugh rang out. It took a moment for Tamara to realize it was Joy.
"You're relieved that your husband is my dinner? Tamara," in a flash Joy had slid in beside her, "Do you realize how pretty you are? You deserve better than that drunkard who goes after every skirt."
The hand on Tamara's cheeks felt cool, which made the warmth that rose to her face feel infinitely stronger. She narrowed her eyes.
"I have nothing but him."
"That's not true. I'm sure you have many abilities. Just look at you. You're sitting here, completely unafraid! When I look at you like this, I see a fighter. Someone who won't let anything get you down. Don't tie yourself to something that will drown you."
Hopeful, Tamara looked back up and directly into Joy's distinctly green eyes, which beamed at her with an indomitable will. For a moment, Tamara wished she had one like that.
"Does that mean you're letting Lionel out of your ban?"
"I care about your husband as much as you care about the piece of meat on your plate."
A brief pause. Joy licked her lips and took a deep breath. The question whether vampires breathed flashed through Tamara's mind. Joy's hand still on her cheek she suddenly became hyper aware as the hand moved to her other cheek. Joy's eyes narrowed as her face came closer.
"But you, Tamara, you fascinate me. Let me show you the world outside this little town."
"Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why do you want to show me all this?" asked Tamara, confused.
Time seemed to stand still as Joy just looked at her, so open and honest, with a slight smile on her face, as if Tamara was something precious.
"Because you deserve more. I've seen you around town a few times. Until two days ago, I didn't know he was your husband. I kept hoping to run into you somewhere to meet you. What do you say? Do you want to come with me?"
"I can't."
"Can't or won't?"
Before Tamara could answer, Joy's head jerked around like a guard dog.
"Stay here."
"Joy?"
"Stay here. It's safe."
In a flicker of color, Joy disappeared, leaving the sensation that the scurrying Tamara had perceived earlier was Joy. Seconds passed until voices sounded outside. One of them she would always recognize.
"Lionel!" whispered Tamara, startled, and jumped to her feet.
Forgotten was Joy's warning.
Through the darkness of the hallway, Tamara stumbled out, toward the voices, which grew louder.
"What have you witch done? Where is my wife?" roared Lionel.
Hastily, Tamara stumbled out of the house into the windy night. In the little light of the moon, her Lionel appeared very different to her.
The gentle face with the dimple, which she loved so much, was distorted into a hateful grimace. She stopped in the doorway as if petrified.
"I've already explained to you that she's here of her own free will, and we've been talking peacefully."
"I know what magic you … there you are, Tamara. Come here."
His gaze moved from Joy to Tamara as he literally commanded her to come to him.
"What are you doing here?", Tamara only brought out confused.
After all the sleeping pills, he was supposed to sleep through the night. That didn't make any sense.
"This is my fault."
Joy looked over her shoulder at her. The look begged for forgiveness. Whatever Joy had done, it had wiped out the effect of the sleeping pill.
"Are you in cahoots?" raged Lionel, grabbing Joy roughly by the arm.
She hissed venomously at him.
"Lionel, please, let her go. I'm coming."
As soon as Tamara arrived at their house, he let go of Joy and instead roughly grabbed Tamara's arm and pulled her close to him.
"What are you doing here in the middle of the night?"
His saliva spread across her face.
It took only a fraction of a breath. Something changed inside her. Joy's words echoed in her head. Lionel's behavior all these years popped into her head.
Tamara tore herself away from him and made herself big.
"What am I looking for here? Who's been sneaking around at night for weeks? Who's been unfaithful? I came here to beg her to end it. Apparently, I made the wrong decision."
Eyes wide, he looked at her, speechless. Behind her, Joy was giggling.
All the pitying looks from the neighbors came to Tamara's mind. The questions from the wives of Lionel's friends and business associates. Was this the Lionel everyone saw? Had he been acting at home all these years so he could have a comfortable home? Had she been that blind?
Sighing, she turned away and wanted to leave. The rustle of clothes reached her ear, followed by a gurgling sound. Joy was no longer standing where she had been a moment ago.
Tamara turned again and saw Lionel unconscious in Joy's arms, a gun in his hand. Hot and cold chills ran through her body as she saw the moonlight reflected in the bright metal.
"Go home, Tamara. I'll take care of it."
"What are you going to do?"
"I don't know yet."
Tamara nodded and walked past her, ready to go home. A few steps later she stopped, turning her head back just slightly, not really looking at Joy.
"I'll only be free when he's gone."
A long moment of silence.
"Will you be able to forgive me for this?"
"I have to forgive myself."
The next morning Lionel was found in a ditch with a broken neck and a flask in his pocket. Officially, it was assumed that he had been drinking and had taken an unfortunate fall while drunk, but Tamara knew better.
For the next few days, she pretended to be the grieving widow. It wasn't even hard for her. She grieved for so many things. The man she thought was Lionel. The time she had wasted with him. The loss of her family. There was so much to cry about that some days she didn't know where to start and it took her breath away.
To everyone else, she just looked like a loving wife who couldn't cope with the sudden loss.
After the funeral was settled and the business was also sold to someone else, Tamara was finally free. However, she didn't know what to do with this freedom.
One month after the alleged accident, there was a knock at her door one evening. It was actually too late for visitors, and Tamara worried for a moment that something bad had happened or someone had found out that Lionel's death was not an accident.
Standing outside the door was Joy.
"May I come in?"
There was a hope in her voice that filled Tamara with warmth.
"What, yes, come in. I thought you left."
Still halfway in the doorway, Joy turned to her, confused.
"You went to the farm again?"
"A few days later, yes."
Eyes downcast, Tamara had answered. Joy closed the door gently with a soft low chuckle.
"I wasn't expecting that."
"Why?"
"I thought you hated me."
"I thought you'd come back. Or wait for me."
With a care as if she were made of the finest porcelain, Joy gently pushed Tamara's head up so she was looking at her. This time Joy's hand was warm.
"Why did you hope that?"
"I don't know either."
Tamara took the hand and pulled Joy into the living room, getting her to sit down on the sofa with her.
"There's one thing you need to explain to me. Why did you think it was your fault when Lionel suddenly showed up?"
Joy sighed and took off her heavy coat.
"I had him under my spell so that I could feed. When you appeared on the farm I released the spell. He must have woken up from it."
"Why?"
The look Joy gave Tamara was both amused and searching.
"Why is the moth flying into the light?"
Frowning, Tamara watched as Joy sat back down and took her hands.
"I don't understand."
"I don't share my bed with men."
"Oh…"
"If that's a problem for you, I can leave again."
There was something in the way Joy had said it that went to Tamara's heart. She quickly squeezed her hands with a smile.
"No, stay."
"Are you really sure?"
"It's the only thing I'm sure of right now."
"Why?"
The mixture of confusion and hope on Joy's face made Tamara laugh.
"No matter what you are, you were the first person in years to be honest with me. You could have done anything possible to me at any time, but you didn't. In that brief moment a few weeks ago, you showed me more kindness than Lionel has in all these years."
Something flickered in Joy's eyes but immediately disappeared before Tamara could say what it was or if she had really seen it.
"Wasn't there anyone else?"
A weak smile was the answer. A shake of the head and deep sigh followed.
"I guess my family saw what kind of man Lionel was and disowned me. Neighbors just looked at me with pity. No one dared to say anything. I don't know how far his power reached, but I see it all over town that it suddenly seems more alive. So many people breathing freely all of a sudden."
Seriously, Tamara looked at Joy and squeezed her hands again.
"I think we did the right thing."
"What do you want to do now, Tamara?"
So much hope resonated with the question. For the first time in years, Tamara felt her heart beating violently in a good way that she could feel it all the way to her throat.
"Does your offer still stand?"
Joy's eyes grew wide and her mouth opened slightly before she exuberantly pulled Tamara to her.
"Yes, a thousand times yes."
Laughing, they hugged until the laughter hurt.
Two years later
There was something fascinating about every big city, and its mass of people offered a delightful anonymity. Fortune seekers, workers, and the rich all mingled here in a great mass of endless opportunity.
From the small hidden corner, Joy watched with a smirk as Tamara began to converse with a man. It would be a long time before they both grew tired of this game and she had a feeling that Tamara would not be the one to quit first.
All evening she had been watching the man approach Tamara in the sleaziest way possible, buying drink after drink. A glance at the big clock above the bar said it was already four o'clock. It would soon be time to go.
Tamara looked up and seemed to have the same thought, as she leaned over to the man. How this shy woman, who thought she was nothing without her husband, could become such a seductress was a mystery to Joy, but she enjoyed it.
The man paid and they both staggered out into the cold night. Unobtrusively, Joy followed them. Darting through the dark alleys Joy passed them that she came a few steps ahead of them. She stepped out of a side alley, staggering as if she were drunk.
"Joy! This is my friend Joy!", Tamara bubbled out to draw the man's attention to Joy.
"We wouldn't want to leave your friend alone, sweetie," the man suggested with a naughty laugh.
In the dark of the night, no one saw Joy roll her eyes. It was always the same type of man who fell for this game. The last few hours had already shown what a human pig he was, but this was the final confirmation.
She waited until Tamara and the man were within a few steps.
The next sound the man made was a gurgle as Joy sank her teeth into him. The relieved sigh of Tamara in her ears, Joy sucked him dry and tossed him carelessly into a corner. The perks of a big city.
A moment later, Tamara's warm body wrapped around her from behind.
"I could watch you do this forever," she sighed in her ear.
"Just like I did with you."
Joy kissed Tamara's hand and pulled her forward.
"Let's go home."
"Yeah, I'm about to fall over," Tamara giggled, wiping a drop of blood from the corner of Joy's mouth.
"Then I'll carry you."
"I can still stand."
Still, Joy lifted her up and disappeared into the dawn with her. She wouldn't have to feed for the next few days, and they could just stay home. That had become the best part of this way of hunting for Joy. The days afterwards when she could enjoy the time with Tamara, satisfied and fully fed.
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Here are some pics from some of my full moon activities. I love taking things slow and simple lately. Trying to learn how to enjoy the process. I don’t know where I’m going, but as long as I embrace myself, I think I’ll be okay. I’ll figure it out. I just want to enjoy where I am right now. There’s a lot I can worry about and dwell on. I could be really miserable, but I’m making choices. I’m putting intention towards finding joy in any little thing possible. Finding love within myself. That second part can be hard to connect to sometimes. I have no issue giving love to others, but to myself…that’s another thing. I had a new thought recently. How can I love myself fully if I barely know myself? So that’s where I’m starting. Getting to know this person that is me and accepting myself the way I am. All of it.
#self love journey#full moon ritual#full moon#blue moon#moon in pisces#mental health#spiritual development#spiritualgrowth#self love#self compassion#finding yourself#finding joy#spiritualpath#self awareness#folk practice#folk magic
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Embracing Life with Chronic Pain and Discomfort: A Journey of Resilience
Shaina Tranquilino
December 20, 2023
Living with chronic pain and discomfort can be an incredibly challenging experience, one that affects nearly every aspect of our lives. Whether it stems from a long-term health condition or continues to persist despite medical interventions, the daily battle against pain may seem overwhelming. However, by adopting certain strategies and making necessary adjustments, it is possible to find a renewed sense of hope and live a fulfilling life amidst the struggle. In this blog post, we will explore some practical tips on how to navigate life with chronic pain and discomfort.
1. Educate Yourself:
Knowledge is power when it comes to managing chronic pain conditions. Take the time to research your specific condition, including its causes, symptoms, available treatments, and self-help techniques. Understanding more about your condition will empower you to make informed decisions regarding your healthcare while enabling effective communication with medical professionals.
2. Adopt a Multidisciplinary Approach:
Consulting with various healthcare specialists can provide different perspectives in managing your chronic pain. Consider seeking help from physical therapists, psychologists, nutritionists, and alternative medicine practitioners as part of your overall treatment plan. Different therapies might contribute positively to your well-being by addressing physical limitations, emotional challenges, and dietary concerns.
3. Establish a Support Network:
Living with chronic pain can feel isolating at times; therefore, surrounding yourself with supportive family members, friends, or joining support groups can offer comfort and understanding. Connecting with others who share similar experiences provides an outlet for sharing frustrations and obtaining valuable advice.
4. Prioritize Self-Care:
Self-care activities are crucial for maintaining overall well-being while living with chronic pain. Focus on incorporating practices such as gentle exercises (e.g., swimming or yoga), meditation or mindfulness techniques, adequate sleep routines, proper nutrition, and stress reduction strategies into your daily routine. These lifestyle choices can help minimize pain levels, boost mood, and enhance your quality of life.
5. Pace Yourself:
Accepting that you may need to adjust your daily activities can be challenging but is essential when dealing with chronic pain. Prioritize tasks, delegate responsibilities, and break activities into manageable segments. Practicing pacing ensures that you do not overexert yourself, avoiding exacerbation of symptoms while still accomplishing necessary goals.
6. Embrace Alternative Therapies:
Incorporating alternative therapies such as acupuncture, massage therapy, aromatherapy, or heat/cold treatments into your pain management routine can provide additional relief alongside traditional medical interventions. Experiment with various approaches until you find what works best for you, always in consultation with your healthcare provider.
7. Celebrate Small Victories:
Living with chronic pain means there will inevitably be good days and bad days. Instead of focusing solely on the challenges ahead, celebrate each small victory along the way. Whether it's completing a simple task without excessive discomfort or finding moments of respite from pain through effective coping techniques, acknowledging these triumphs helps maintain a positive mindset.
Living with chronic pain and discomfort is undoubtedly an arduous journey; however, it does not have to define who you are or diminish the joy in your life. By adopting a multidisciplinary approach to treatment, educating yourself about your condition, prioritizing self-care activities and surrounding yourself with a supportive network, you can navigate this path with resilience and hope. Remember that every step forward counts – embrace the journey towards living a fulfilling existence despite chronic pain!
#embracing life with pain#chronic resilience#journey of strength#pain warrior#thriving with discomfort#resilient living#chronic pain journey#life beyond discomfort#courageous living#pain and purpose#embracing discomfort#living with strength#chronic illness resilience#finding joy
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Dance to be joyful
I miss the movement.
Time was that I wouldn't stop,
Then the world got to me,
The odd looks, the questions,
The joyful jokes meant to share,
Or people pausing to stare.
I miss the freedom still,
The release, the difference,
The joy in moving around.
But it wasn't just the world.
It was people close to me,
Small comments barely thought on,
Just said in varied moments,
Until it became expected.
Once I danced wherever I was,
To music playing or in my head.
Once people asked me to dance,
Knew I'd improvise whatever the tune,
But that was once upon a time:
This is where I'm now at.
And I wish I danced more often,
Felt safe enough to spin or skip,
Joyful enough to sing often,
No silencer in my throat.
No mask formed for want of peace
Even knowing its failed still.
So why shouldn't I dance again?
Go and walk but dance for joy,
Laugh and spin to playful tunes.
Why not bring my own joy back?
All it takes is dancing again.
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home again at last
my familiar comforts
softening my heart
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I want a soft love. A gentle love. A silly love. An imperfect love. An understanding love. A patient love. A room to grow love. An I’m Here Love. A kind love. An I can count on you love. A you can count on me love. A demanding love. A nurturing love. An I know we won’t always be on the same page but I will not give up on you love. A natural love. A let’s work on this together love. A you feel like home love. An I’ll give you your space when you need it love. An I’ll listen love. An I will be the one who sits in the waiting room while you go into surgery love. A Did you remember to take your medication? love. An understanding love. An unafraid love. An even if I am afraid, I will be brave for you love. A Can I make you a cup of coffee? love. An I saved you a piece of cake love. A what can I do to help? love. An I know you’re angry but I still love you love. A let’s go for a walk together love. An I knew you might get hungry so I brought snacks love. A make love to me love. A tell me how to make you feel good love. An I’m feeling sad will you help me do this seemingly simple task? love. A teach me something you are passionate about love. A let’s read this book together and talk about the parts we like best love. A push me when I need to be pushed love. A let’s grow a garden together love. An honest love. An I know neither of us is perfect but I will try my best for you love. A you make me feel joy love. An I know my life is better with you in it love.
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we make light of dark situations. that's what humans do.
#on life#on joy#i just watched a video on a group of teens doing something they used to do#they lived in a refuge camp when they were children#and yet#in ge middle of a horrible situation#they were laughing and smiling#they found joy in something most people wouldn't#because as humans we must find light in the darkness#find light in the darkness#light in the darkness#on being human#finding joy#just wanted to share#thoughts#my thoughts#on living#making light
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Posts that just say “never trust anything you think after [some time in the evening that isn’t midnight oil hours]” are fine. Posts where the OP said that, got corrected by night owls/a specific type of neurodivergents/people who are happier with their lives at night, and then doubled down for some bizarre reason on their statement and try to tell everyone else why they’re wrong? Terrible. Most experiences are not universal.
If you tend to feel worse about life after 8-9 pm, don’t believe your brain.
If you tend to get drunk or high around those hours or have unrealistic expectations (any variety), also don’t believe your brain.
But if around 9 pm you aren’t experiencing effects of drugs and still tend to get hit with warm fuzzies to the effect of “The world isn’t so bad. People are kind. There are soft things. I think I can be happy with my life.” Then… yes! Do believe that! I’m very sorry that these posts implied that your brain is deluding you and that these happy thoughts and feelings you have can’t be believed. Ignore the posts; you’re doing fine.
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my friend, a master of quotes, quoted this to me yesterday... and it's beautiful
He who binds to himself a joy
Does the winged life destroy
He who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternity's sunrise
- William Blake
The way I'm interpreting this poem is that often we're so focused on the static thing or experience that made us happy instead of viewing the world from a place of contentment... so that whenever those joyful moments occur, it's just a bonus.
I'm trying to work on this in my own life.
I want to be happy and grateful for all that I have now (and I am) but not be in want or yearn for more (which, unfortunately, I am). I always think about Buddhism and other spiritual practices that say that yearning for what you don't have... is often the cause of suffering.
I suppose living in the present is really hard when the trauma of your unmet needs of the past still haunts you.
I choose, nowadays, as an intentional practice to keep integrating into becoming so whole... that I can enjoy the joys in my life instead of stifling them in place.
A witch told me earlier this summer that that's how she viewed narcissistic abuse as well - that they saw our worth and our beauty, that we were unicorns. So they trapped the unicorns and dissected them... not realizing that we would not be as magical if we were not allowed to thrive, just as we were.
#blake#eternity#poem#thoughts on poems#narcissistic abuse recovery#narcissistic abuse#healing#trauma#neurodivergence#love#self love#prose#choosing yourself#choosing to enjoy joy#ptsd#c-ptsd#abuse recovery#trauma recovery#joy#finding joy#finding yourself#living in the present#thoughts
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These are a few of my favorite things!
Flowers
Seafoam
Starry night sky
Breeze
Water
Rain
Listening to a good song
Art
Snowfall
Wildflowers
Dancing with people
Streams
Blankets of snow
Kittens
The "I was screaming 'GO GO GO'" bit in Getaway Car
The moon
Fire
Roses
Dressing fancy and acting regal
Autumn leaves
Cherry blossoms
Dancing
Dogwood flowers
Gardens
Hammocks
Lavender
Skipping
Long twirly skirts
Teacups
Rain rings
#these are a few of my favorite things#a few of my favorite things#favorite things#happiness#life is good#life is beautiful#the little things#finding joy#practicing gratitude#post#lists
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Day one of finding my purpose
I’m writing this from a place of unfulfillment, yet hope. Dissatisfaction, but a strange sense of contentment that I feel this way. Feeling unfulfilled and knowing the reason why, seems a much better use of my time than feeling a way with no explanation. Because I can take steps towards slight change. The knowingness of how I’m feeling allows me to walk on a specific path with some kind of direction. The lights are yet to be turned on, but at least I am looking for a switch. The door may be locked but I do hold the key. Almost.
I am feeling this inner frustration because I know I’m not fulfilling my purpose. I know it so much that my soul may as well have wrote me a letter telling me that I’m taking steps down the wrong road. I can feel it in my heart, in my mind, in my body as a whole. Oprah once said that it starts as a niggle and failing to listen to the niggle, it will indeed transform into a yell, which will turn into a brick to the head. I’m not sure if I’m at the yelling point or the bricking point or somewhere in between, but the voice is there and I’m more than willing to listen.
I know that in this World I am meant for more. I know I have a voice that needs to be heard; I know that people need me. People I don’t even know exist yet, people whom don’t know me, they need me and for some reason I know it. I just know that people are praying for a guide like me. My niggle tells me so.
I’m divided between two notions, two ideas; is this my exact path? Was I always meant to end up here, writing these words, looking into every corner of the World trying to find where I fit? Knowing that I’m meant to be a light worker, but dimming day by day. Or have I veered so far off my path by wrong choices and too many moments of unconscious slumber, that I’m simply delaying what already should have become? But everything is happening as it should, I remind myself.
Many codes in this life I have cracked. The wonderful, love-filled and conscious relationship with my soul mate; the friends that fulfil me in all areas; the well paying job and the financial stability/freedom that I get from that; the beautiful 23rd floor home with views of the sky line and a front row seat to the sun going to sleep every night. I’ve travelled the World, I’ve travelled my own internal World’s. I’ve experienced, i’ve cherished, I’ve lived. Yet still, this feeling is something that ticking things off of my fun list will not shake. It’s embedded in me, and it’s not going anywhere. Not until I listen to my niggle, not until I follow my soul. Not until I find my purpose.
So this is day one of finding my purpose. I don’t know where this journey will take me, who I will meet along the way, what I’ll end up doing to fulfil myself and those around me. But I do know that things are going to be meaningful. Because I’m trying. And all we can do really is try.
Every day I will get 1% better. Every day I will take a small step in a simple direction. I don’t know what tomorrow’s step is going to be. God, I barely know todays. But all I can do it take that one small stroke in the big sea. And this is my first step. To write and acknowledge that part of my heart feels empty because I know I’m not doing what I should be doing on this planet. I’m here to raise the consciousness of the World, I’m here to help other people understand who they are. That’s all I know. I don’t know how and I don’t know who, but I do know I’m a healer. And maybe if I find my purpose, I can help others find theirs too.
Day one of finding my purpose = acknowledge that I’m yet to find it. I acknowledge this voyage I am about to embark on, I’m a little terrified I wont get it right. I’m scared I’ll take some miss steps, I’m even more scared that I’ll quit before I get there. But the first step has been taken, my voyage has begun.
#mindset#lifelessons#tellall#seeking#potential#spirutality#life path#finding purpose#finding joy#finding peace#self help#advice#life advice
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