“We think that the point is to pass the test or overcome the problem, but the truth is that things don’t really get solved. They come together and they fall apart. Then they come together again and fall apart again. It’s just like that. The healing comes from letting there be room for all of this to happen: room for grief, for relief, for misery, for joy…”—Pema Chodron (via theangrytherapist)
I know what you mean about thinking those chronic illness questions to yourself. But don't get down on yourself for getting down on yourself! You know the truth of your condition, you know those questions aren't right. That's what matters. <3
Thank you. It’s hard when it takes so much away to keep believing in yourself, and to not question it. You are so kind and I love hearing from you and seeing you on my dash/activity feed.
“As a child I never heard one woman say to me, “I love my body.” Not my mother, my elder sister, my best friend. No one woman has ever said, “I am so proud of my body.” So I make sure to say it to Mia, because a positive physical outlook has to start at an early age.”—Kate Winslet, speaking about her daughter. (via thatkindofwoman)
SO… I brought you all here to talk to you about Our Saviour… Jesus Chr…. I mean, chocolate.
After a *very long* week of not being able to use my right hand I am just able to do bits and pieces with it, which means a little bit of typing. HUZZAH! So I thought I’d catch you up with how everything is going…
The house… is at that wonderful stage where I want to douse it in petrol and set the whole bloody thing on fire… which was the perfect time for my body to crack the shits and put me out of action. However, I still have gotten a lot done so far.
The gardens have almost been completely ripped out and hacked at and worked on by two of my very good friends Bek and Bean. Let me tell you guys, they found garden beds I didn’t even know existed!!!! They have been just amazing and I need to go in and start reweeding the bits that are starting to come through again but that isn’t half the job that I started with (its really not even an 8th of the job I started with to be honest, those guys are amazing). Photos of the garden will come when I fish them off my computer/take some more.
Inside, well, thats a story of its own. The study reeked of cat pee, I had the carpets steamed to try and deal with it, which only got about half the smell out. We ended up having to remove the carpet and underly, we discovered they were both rotting and the cement underneath it is stained pretty impressively.. Check it out:
It, STANK!!! the skirting boards were rotten and had to come out… really the whole thing was just gross! So that space is now all clean and waiting for everything else to be done so we can get to replacing the flooring (I’m thinking a wood floor this time)
Currently that room has everything in it from my lounge/study/diningroom and anything extra you want to throw in for fun, as below:
As you can imagine I have no access to fucking anything and its driving me up the fucking wall and I just want my stuff!!!!
But, I spent a week prepping to paint the study/loungeroom/dinningroom/kitchen and I had a couple of mates over to help me with the veiled excuse of my Birthday to top it off.
Prepping was a pain in the butt! I hated it, but it had some good points, Darcy *really* liked the cheapass drop sheets I brought and spent a good hour attacking the first one I put down. The spakfilla I bought offended the boy very much, as it was pink, I on the other hand thought it was genius because it starts off pink and dries white. This made it very very easy for me and I’d not done any whole plugging holes before so easy was what I wanted!!
What i did not count on was the sheer amount of flipping hooks my Mother had put in the damn walls!!! I swear I have filled over 50 and I’ve done the half of the house that didn’t have the ‘photo wall’ in it.. I know I’ve got a LONG way to go with that one.
These are my beautiful mates who came and helped me paint for my birthday.. they worked so damn hard and we got so much done.. There is still so much to do and I have done so little since then that I’m going a bit crazy but I’ll get there. I am completely in LOVE with my colours!!! The green and the grey work so well, and I’ll get a couple of photos of it in the natural light tomorrow so you can see!
Throughout it all I had many fun points of doing everything and anything I could to stay sane, I took some time out to lay on the floor on my over ball to help with the pain, I cooked enough chicken to feed a small army, and I spent a good deal of time drying paint rollers with my hair dryer… and yes, that is my toe holding the roller straight so I could take a photo and keep drying all the while. Darcy was very sick of me towards the end and earned every nap he took..
hopeyarnandahammer I know you wanted to see these specifically… but really, I’m just so stoked about it all! I am going to have a house, and its going to be beautiful!!!
You manage to have a job and a social life, so it can’t be that bad
People have it so much worse then you do, you should be grateful you only have __________
Have you tried eating healthier?
Have you tried cutting out all alcohol?
It’s all in your head
It’s annoying when you talk about this all the time
You’ll grow out of it
A cousin’s friends uncle has the same thing and they say it’s not that bad
I googled what you have so now I’m an expert and can tell you all about your illness
Go outside more, you’ll feel better
Just take a tylenol or something
See a doctor if it’s that bad
Why are you always at home?
You never come out with us
It’s not that bad.
Suck it up
I think the worst part of this list is that I, and many others, are tired of hearing it from ourselves. Looking at that list and thinking about all the things from it that ring true to me, is pretty disheartening.
fill yourself up with love instead of hate. fill yourself up with art, books, knowledge, experiences. surround yourself with people who have nothing but love to give.
these things are important. they will help you learn how to love.”—
I got asked by a friend recently why I would eat food that would trigger my acid reflux or walk a bunch that would hurt my knee when I spend so much time taking care of myself. My answer? Because sometimes I want to act like a slightly normal 18 year old. Sometimes I…
stand up for girls and women who don’t like to read. stand up for girls and women who can’t read. stand up for girls and women with low IQs. stand up for girls and women who can’t write. stand up for girls and women whose access to education has been prevented. for…
“Stop faking your fucking orgasms. Society already tells young men that they run the fucking universe - if they can’t turn your cunt into a shooting star then for god’s sake, let them know about it.”—Daisy Lola (via shutitshelby)