My sister’s birthday present wrapped using my new washi tape. Super cute- at least I think so :)
"My father says only rich people go to therapy. Poor people got shit to do. And yet here I am."
Anxiety group - Catalina Ferro
- Reblogged from zoeautumn
Surprisingly, perfectionists are often procrastinators, as they can tend to think “I don’t have the right skills or resources to do this perfectly now, so I won’t do it at.”
Sometimes you just have to recharge.
It’s not that I don’t want to be with friends and chill. I love doing that! But sometimes I just need to have some alone time too!
an Introvert Infographic
"ILHC 2011 — Invitational Jack & Jill - Nick Williams & Laura Glaess" - Lindy Library
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International Lindy Hop Championships (ILHC) 2011 - held in Alexandria, VA - this is a video of the Invitational Jack & Jill competition held on August 28, 2011 (Angle: HF).
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I have been planning on doing a brunch for my family this Easter. My two sisters find this amusing as usually I am told I need a helmut on in the kitchen. When considering what I should make I found a recipe for Mimosas that I thought I could make for them, but then I remembered that would require a trip to the liquor store. The liquor store is a place that I really no longer like to go to. Less than two years ago, it was a place that I stopped at more than 3 times a week. Sometimes on my lunch hour. It is hard to say what the tipping point was that pushed me into binge drinking territory, but I do know that it was a frightening place to be. Often times it was accompanied by mixing Clonazepam, Valium or Ativan. Maybe a little of each. With a diagnosis of Bipolar/Anxiety it really isn’t shocking that this became a problem. I just wandered around in a stupor, blinking slowly at everybody else busy at living their lives. My doctor was useless and just kept throwing pills at me, none of them helpful. I was heavily sedated through my daytime hours and heavily drunk during the night time hours. To be clear, I was not out partying. I was just buying alcohol,taking it home and drinking until I passed out. At first the alcohol was there to take away a bad day and smooth out the rough edges. Then it got a little more comfortable and I would drink more to help me forget the life I wasn’t living. Then I would drink a little more to numb me to the fact that I was not going to be able to change it. Pretty soon this was habit. Hiding hangovers was a cocktail of of Gravol before I went to bed and Ibuprofen and cranberry juice in the morning. Usually it was best to pull the trigger before I went to bed just to get that alcohol out of my system. People never notice anything. Seriously. I don’t know how nobody knew I had a a drinking problem, but they didn’t. Know why I am convinced at that? Because I drank at work. I did it more than I should admit to. I would run to McDonald’s and then pour out my pop and pour in more than half a bottle of wine. I’d sit at the park and get quietly buzzed and then go back to work. Nobody noticed. Not one person. Ever. I don’t know if being so reckless was my way of wanting to be caught or if I just truly was in such a pit of despair I no longer cared. At any rate I knew that it couldn’t go on. I felt at first than I was in control of it, but then I started finding myself thinking “Man, I need a drink” -At 11:00 AM. Once I googled “How long can a person drink before blood vessels break on their nose?” Really and truly I wanted an answer from the internet how long I could seriously abuse alcohol before I had the physical effects of being a Wino. On one particular morning, I was a complete mess. I was shaking and dehydrated and scared. I remember making a deal with God that if he could stop me from being an alcoholic, I would make an honest effort with my life. I no longer drink. I no longer crave it and I do not miss it. I didn’t need any meetings or pills or advice from anyone else who has had this addiction. Decide what you want from this, that maybe I was just lucky or maybe it was something more. My life is not where I would like it to be, but at least I am not facing it through a vodka soaked brain.
“Say Anything is 25 years old, as are all the unfulfilled hopes and aspirations of your youth, including but not limited to the dream you had of making a difference in the lives of people other than your friends and family and the vague ideas that at some point in your life the work you would be doing would have meaning in and of itself and not merely be the thing you dragged yourself into each morning because you became a prisoner to status and possessions and the ever-increasing series of compromises and “temporary” positions you took with the delusion that you would only do those things until you got yourself to a place where you were able to follow your bliss, and now when you look back on that idealistic kid from 1989 you are stricken with a mixture of disgust for the ignorance of youth and sadness about the hard realities of life. But of course this is only true for people of a certain age; if you are much younger, don’t worry, I’m sure everything will work out exactly the way you expect it to.”
This makes me sad.
- Reblogged from kateoplis