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#Health Inquiries
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The skin is one of the first things easily noticeable in a person. It isn’t only about color and texture, but its totality. Since the skin is the largest organ in the body, it is of utmost importance for people to take good care of it. People must not wait to encounter skin problems and require telemedicine services before they realize the importance of doing so.
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themaskofthephantom · 9 months
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Anybody else feel like an unwanted hot potato getting passed around again and again by the world, or is it just me?
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frahah · 1 month
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The only apparatus required for happiness is your pain - and fucking going outside
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tooies · 5 months
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aaravos-answers · 10 months
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...Are you ok? Just checkin
The people I look up to are never okay anymore-
For a given value of "ok", yes, I am. Thank you for asking.
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seasonofthewitch06 · 4 months
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Sometimes I feel like I’m going insane but:
We all agree that yelling mean things at children is detrimental to their development and mental wellbeing right?
And I mean like parents telling their children senselessly mean things under the guise of "being honest" or "caring".
Like what’s the science behind this kind of conditioning.
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rmu-vincent · 4 months
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Hello, Vincent. What am I to you?
I do not mean personally when I ask this, we have not met, I mean in what form do you see this question? Am I sending notes to you? Talking to you directly? Have I held you hostage? Or am I just a voice that occasionally pops up inside your head?
Good evening, Anon.
In the case of your question in particular, it was revealed to me through a social media website; was it different in any way on your end? If so, I would be thrilled to hear the details, but for now, I can only say that you are most certainly an internet user who discovered my account while browsing the web, maybe in an attempt to find someone to talk to. However, I cannot guarantee the same thing would be true for other people asking me questions.
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sidewalkchemistry · 2 years
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Announcing....Sidewalk Chemistry's Fall Challenge for Holistic Health:
The Emotional Healing Intensive Program
(running October 23rd to November 23rd, 2022 - 32 days of deep emotional healing)
Learn to become an emotional alchemist, overcome stuck traumas and limiting beliefs, sit through your emotions, and understand what your emotions are trying to communicate to you.
Tools Used: herbalism, breathwork, mindfulness, meditation, flower essences, Reiki, shadow work, somatic experiencing, and anything else you see fit
OUR STRUGGLES REVEAL TO US EXACTLY WHERE WE ARE ABLE TO GROW
The lessons are free to the public for the duration of this period...so that we can start emotionally healing and becoming more emotionally wise just in time for the holidays.
~ See under the cut for the program outline ~
Introduction: What is Emotional Healing?
Herbs for Emotional Healing
Additional Tools for Emotional Healing
Lesson 1: Deep Listening
Lesson 2: The Labyrinths of Imagination
Lesson 3: The Body Keeps the Score and the Portal Too (All the Answers are Inside You and The Portal to the Higher Self)
Lesson 4: E-nergetic MOTIONS of Individual Energetic Beings
Lesson 5: Infinite Intelligence = Inner Voice (How to Meditate) (Inspiration & Joy)
Lesson 6: It's All in My Mind?(How the Mind is Able to Help or Hurt You)
Lesson 7: Absolutely Unmixed Attention (Interconnected Experiences of Healing)
Lesson 8: Forgiveness is the Path to Freedom (The Real Reason Why You Really Should Always Forgive)
Lesson 9/10: Emotions x Breathwork 101
Lesson 11: Co/Counter/Inter-Dependence & Learning Healthy Boundaries
Lesson 12: The Power in Suffering (Why is Unhappiness Valuable?)
Lesson 13/14: The Power of Presence (Navigating the Mind)
Lesson 15: Feel the Fear (Irrationality vs Rationality of Fear)
Lesson 16: This is Emotional Alchemy (The Stories We Tell Ourselves)
Lesson 17: The Body As A Map
Lesson 18: Identifying Blind Spots
Lesson 19-22: Plants as Healers (Flower Essences, Aromatherapy, and Herbs)
Lesson 23-24: Body-Mind Connection (The Shelf as a Healer)
Lesson 25-26: Being Is Becoming (The Tree of Life)
Lesson 27: The State of Your Inner Child
Lesson 28: The State of Your Relationships
Lesson 29
Lesson 30
Lesson 31
Lesson 32
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compassionately · 6 months
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2, 25, 30 ! hi hajime i hope you're doing well! 🩷🪽
2. show us a picture of your handwriting?
I do have these that I did on my phone with a pen so I think they're pretty accurate enough to the real thing ...!
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25. fave season and why?
I can't really pick 'cause I like them all for different reasons and I have this feeling like it's unappreciative of me to say I hate any heheh. I certainly don't like harsh weather (summer is not my favorite even if I don't hate it), but I can enjoy those months anyway, regardless of those things !
I like winter for the snow, and the festivities around the time. Spring for the unfolding of warmer weather and resurgence of nature, and the symbolism of survival / getting through harsh conditions. Summer 'cause I really love summer storms, the smell of chlorine and air conditioning, summer nights are really the best for sitting outside. Fall for the gradual change of the day and being able to see your surroundings actively change, love the way the trees look around this time...
30. what’s one thing that never fails to make you happy/happier?
I like when the people that are important to me show me that I'm important, too, that never fails to make me happy no matter what ... I mean y'know, duh , but it means way more to me since I struggle with a cluster b personality disorder ! So people I love showing me that they also love me and being real sweet is always really great kdsfjdsfj, it's the easiest way to comfort me really...
Of course my interests make me happy too, I've struggled a lot with making connections with people ever since I was a younger teenager; I spent a good chunk of months entirely by myself last (and this) year, and things like Princess Tutu kept me very happy during those times... so things like that still always make me happy !
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xiaoluclair · 2 years
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prompt: dialogue 42, lestappen
THE WAY I FELL IN LOVE WITH THIS PROMPT THE MOMENT I READ IT AND YOU'VE JUST GIVEN IT TO ME ON A SILVER PLATTER I. also yes it has been roughly an entire twenty seven thousand bagels since you sent this ask but i like bagels so i'll happily take them all.
anyway. [coughs.] yes. okay i've completely butchered this one but hooha who cares (at least, i hope you don't [winces]).
prompt: "Touch me again, and I'm pushing you off the bed."
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"Careful," says Charles, reaching out to grip Max by the foot and drag him back from death's edge for the fifth time.
Max shakes him off immediately with a wet huff. "Touch me again," he sniffs grumpily, "and I am pushing you off the bed."
It is meant to be threatening. Charles grips the duvet a little higher, bites it to keep his laughter from further angering Max. There is a grunt, a face peeking out from under its arms with glaring creases and an expression of sincerely Put Out.
There has never, thinks Charles only a little delightfully, existed anything cuter.
Aloud, he huffs. "Fine," he says with a wave of his shoulders. "Roll off the bed and die for all I care. Mind if I?"
Max shrugs. Somewhat.
Charles turns over and flicks off the bedside lamp. In darkness and the fabric of his pillow, he lets a grin finally open his teeth to the cold air, burrows deeper within the covers. Beside him, Max is shuffling around too and the mattress dips occasionally.
"Still cold?" asks Charles after a minute of this.
"Fuck off," mutters Max.
The face-breaking smile never leaving his lips, Charles lets his eyes fall shut. And then, despite the sporadic noisy movement just a few inches away, starts to feel himself drift off. Scaly dreams paint themselves bright, snowy caps and steering wheels.
He wakes to something small and dry flicking against his cheek.
Half-asleep, Charles twists around and lifts his T-shirt. Ice drips its way right onto his chest within the millisecond in little patters, and Charles grins dopily down at Max's dark grumping eyes when they peek out from under his collar.
"So cute," he teases.
Max's forked tongue nearly stabs his eye out. "Shut the fuck up."
With a happy hum, Charles settles back into sleep to the tickle of Max's little lizard tail curling around his belly button.
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ghoulaxyart · 1 year
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Do you take nsfw commissions?
I do not anon, i’m sorry. It’s not something i’m comfortable doing.
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kajmasterclass · 9 months
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litriu · 9 months
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do you think you'll be reopening commissions any time soon? your artstyle is sooo good i'm obsessed
Yes! I was just thinking about that, actually. I'm planning on probably opening a few commission slots on-and-off throughout September, but it might end up pushed back to October depending on how things go?? Thank you so much for asking!
If you (or anyone else) wants to keep track of when my commissions open, following my KO-FI is a great way to do that!
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vermillioncrown · 2 years
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i happen to have done a bit of research on the topic for a fic before, and the state of psychiatry in japan is. bad. namely, a lot of psych meds we use are either unavailable or literally illegal over there, and also the gvt does not license or regulate psychological practice, forcing psychologists who aren't MD's to work under inaccurate social work licensing laws. just thought u might b interested to know. link about it. apa org/international/pi/2007/05/japan
therapy and psychiatry are different, but your findings are still appreciated
^this is mainly to give the "will [ ] go to therapy?" a rest
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thegodwithinblog · 1 year
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Your mental health
It becomes an addiction, an obsession, a source for you to seek excuses for your own lack of health. Don't deny this. By denying...
It requires from you full honesty If you struggle with depression, or anxiety, or any negative pattern of thinking. If you sometimes feel unworthy, or less than another, or somehow unable to reach certain goals or dreams for yourself. Ask yourself why this is. But seek the real answer. Don’t blame your genetics fully. Or your childhood fully. Or your surroundings fully. Human beings tend to…
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intheabsenceofbliss · 2 months
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On a recent outing to research local resources for homeschool history lessons, we opted to explore the infamous 150 year old Wolston Park Mental Asylum a building now left to rot and decay . We took an interest in delving into its appalling history of placing children into adult asylums where they were subjected to ongoing horrors of electroshock, rape, forced pregnancies and abortions, abuse, torture, forced medicated control, silencing and likely paying the ultimate price of being murdered. While the government made an official apology it’s important to note here that these abuses began allegedly just two years after the asylum opened in 1865 and continued for over a century, reported as being a duration of 155 years with 50,000 inmates having been lodged within its infamous care . The Asylum was closed in 2001,
Survivors speak out , lifting the lid on their experiences within the asylum, haunted by events and the beastly goings on of staff , doctors, and people charged with caring for them as wards of the state . Many made wards of state had no cause to be there, but were forcibly detained into state care.
In 1869 plans for the site of the asylum indicated that a cemetery was established at the far western side of the grounds where the Woogaroo creek met the Brisbane River. With its own morgue and 3 cemeteries , It’s reported that as many as 2800 people were buried in trenches which acted as mass graves.
There were as many as 2300 tiles found marked with numbers which correlated to individual inmate numbers. Mass exhumations of corpses occurred but only the intact ones of under 50 years interment, these were placed in small boxes and moved to a large trench. These allegedly belong to the 200 moved to goodna cemetery.
A Mass gravesite memorial for the victims of Wolston Asylum , purported to contain 200 memorials was created at the rear boundary of Goodna cemetery , it contains only the numbered tiles representing a few of the victims , however plaques on the memorial point out that no actual remains were located within. The location of where these exhumed 200 were finally laid to rest in a trench remains a mystery but is claimed to also be within the property of the Goodna’s cemetery .
The remains of the other remaining 2300 inmates are allegedly not known ? The original morgue has been torn down, the smoke stack remains and can still be seen for miles a haunting blemish on the landscape. The river bank to the rear of the decaying building still contains markings of one of the first burial grounds of Wolston asylum.
Wolston asylum now known as The Park is in the suburb of Wacol . It is flanked by the river at its rear and the Wacol Correctional centre prison to its north east . A beautiful and thriving Golf Course and club house to its more southern aspect. A beautiful grounds to visit if you don’t Mind the increasing population of somewhat territorial kangaroos . 🦘 (forewarned is forearmed move on slowly and carefully avoiding proximity if they puff muscles up or grunt at you! )
There are numerous other buildings of brick and sandstone on the site still in use today and security guards traverse the expanse regularly with access to the public limited. As long as Wolston Park Asylum, remains a fascinating urban legend people will continue to try to enter the buildings and attempt to communicate with its lost inmates.
On Visiting the memorial site to confirm its existance, and pay my respects to the many missing souls lost, I felt a deep sadness , but this was quickly overcome by a feeling of overwhelming heaviness . Both my son and I spoke up to tell each other it felt hard to walk there as if some pull or force was trying to anchor us to it. We felt at several points almost rooted to the spot unable to shake the deep feeling which intensified as I stepped closer to the tiny plaques of commemoration to photograph them. What could be causing it? We don’t know but it was intense an ethereal sensation to be frank.
And I’m at a loss to understand the gravity of this sensation existing here given I’m Fully aware that no actual bodies were transported to the site ? So without them how can it be actually haunted? Are the markers all that is left for souls to attach to? 🤷🏻‍♀️ without delving into any further ghostly /spectral or soul attachment speculations I wonder if the feeling that overcame us wasn’t also just the full gravity and horror of bearing witness to the physical representation of the horrors reported through research into the history of the asylum and its horrifically unfortunate inmates.
After all Such a window of stark gravity into the terrifying reality of life for Wolston inmates was bound to leave a pall right?
I’ve since been made aware that many purported ghost hunters and self proclaimed social media icons have taken to filming here at night and attempting to converse with the tortured lost souls of Wolston asylum through the use of apps . Similarly many clips and tales can be found by urban adventurers on YouTube and other social sites wheee people have breached the security in place and entered the decaying institution , now bare of any floorboards to walk on making the infatuation with exploring the site a dangerous dice if explorers should misstep!
While ghosts and ghost hunting are interesting in their own right I can’t shake the feeling that these souls wish only to be left alone unbothered and at peace in death, as they could not be in life.
Perhaps we could do more to find their bodies? And pay them the ultimate and lasting respect of reuniting families with their actual last resting place.
I’m sure the government would just like this grand old institutional building to fade into the night and into history, gathering all her odious infamacy beneath her skirts and taking them with her as she is slowly reclaimed by the earth, perhaps in a few more centuries all her secrets will have expired with her perhaps urban legend and exploration will keep them alive .
I hope they never think to rebuild anything on this site, the walls would surely talk again!
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