Addictions are inflammatory copes on a biological level where you reach for it when it’s all you know. Attempted self soothe
Applies to all bad habits / ptsd / personality disorders. Ie: schizophrenia’s body of science behind the gut biome influence is impressive when our culture completely misunderstands mental health
Address homeostasis, dopamine, serotonin, neuroregenration: all the pain naturally falls away
Serotonin / dopemine are taboos bc of drug association + romanticization: see all the tattoos. It’s not some big ass deal, step by step:
Diet - cut all refined carbs + sugar
Protein dominance + fats
Sunlight
Sleep + your circadians = balance hormones
+ magnesium chloride
Fish multiple times a week
Plant source vitamin C
Take a B complex
Your peace & happiness will snowball as new habits become self-regulating. Functioning dopamine systems naturally desire to do the good things ^ and make it easier to not give in to cravings
After the foundation you can start getting fancy with things like inositol, L-Theanine, taurine, fo-ti root to speed up neuro regen + anti inflamm
Homage: @ Grimhood on twitter to deep dive all of this
He cured his schizophrenia and severe malnutrition in a few years to a thriving recovery
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Papa Grim
It was a full moon, yet no reflection of the famous hill-top ghost manor could be seen on the ground. The clouds were covering the moon as if the moon itself was afraid to let her eyes on the manor! Grim stood hunched over his scythe on the bleak deformed yard of the manor waiting for his door to open.
“Come on now, what are you so scared of? You know I’m not for galactic bodies!” Grim couldn’t express much of his annoyance over his tiredness with the sounds of his empty jawbones, so he made a desperate move. He held his scythe tall over his head and with two repeated swings in air, the clouds cleared the blockade.
Betrayed moon had no choice but to shimmer the old place with its grace. As the moonlight advanced over the dried out grounds to evade the spook, a haunting shadow of the towered manor spread over the ground until it touched the edge of Grim’s cloak.
“Finally”, Grim sighed as a thin line of line enlarged within the shadow as if the door of the mansion opened to show a lit room within, though there was no motion visible on the lifeless tomb in front. Death walked dragging his scythe and oversize cloak and walked down the shadow to nothingness; as if a stair stepped down in that very ground.
“Honey, I’m home”, he announced hanging his death-stick on a hook on the wall beside the door and stepped into his beautiful gloomy sanctuary. It doesn’t matter how hard his day went but the moment he’s home, all his grimace will wash away because he wasn’t the Grim Reaper anymore. The hooded death here in his home is Papa Grim.
“Can you see me Papa Grim?” A little child’s voice purred around every corner of the rotten old room as if the shadows in the room learnt to talk.
“Oh, where is my deadly little son? My grimy guchigoo? Someone seems to learn how to lurk in the shadow.” Grim the senior’s tall, scraggy body bent over and twisted around every broken furniture in the room; looked through the giant cracks of the decomposed wooden floor but all he met with was a childish giggle.
At last, he had to move with his plan ‘B’. Papa Grim dropped his hood and even in the thick darkness, his white skull shined. “Hum, my tiny, mini, little son has finally learnt to hide.”
Just as hoped, cute little Grim junior’s head popped out of Papa Grim’s own shadow! He held a size-adjusted scythe on one hand with pride.
“I’m not tiny, Papa Grim!” Agitated Grim Jr. His nose hole on the empty skull flashed two red sparks.
“Aaah, following your father’s shadowy path, aren’t you my boy!” said the proud father.
“You remember what day it is, papa?”
“What day is it my child?” Death gushed over his son and somehow managed to make his hollow eye socket grow larger in amusement.
“It’s his coming of age day, honey. Today our son is going to step into his grimhood.” Darkness added another hooded figure, the lady death, Mama Grim. Unlike her man, lady death’s hood was made of cobweb and her cloak was a sleeveless tragic black gown. And she looked stunning!
“And I’m gonna reap a soul today!” Little boy on the floor shrieked in joy.
“Oh my baby!” Jeez, Papa Grim’s eyes turned into a fountain of tears that was flooding the room.
“Ah! Cut it” Interjected the lady of the house, rolling up her gown as if that dreadful clothing needed a saving.
“I am so happiiee...” Like we couldn’t see already?
“And tomorrow I’ll go and tell Denis about the reaping, I promised him.” Boy’s excitement now had a reason.
“Denis? That sick child! Oh, son, haven’t I told you not to see him again.” Now the Death had a major concern.
“Don’t call him sick! He is my friend.” Kid’s anger made him drift away in the dust.
“Oh, my boy! He can see you because he is very sick. You shouldn’t be friends with him.” Mom dad exchanged exasperated looks. And they can’t really blame their child for finding a friend in a human kid.
“Who else is there to be my friend?” Kid burst howling. “No one can see me. Those who see me, don't like me, Papa. But Denis likes me. He plays with me. I have no friends besides him!” Kid’s howling reduced to sobbing but the hurt remained.
“Who said you don’t have a friend, my boy. You have so many friends but in our kinds. Haven’t you met all your cousins last Halloween?”
“They’re very mean and I don’t like them.”
Papa Grim blamed it all on himself; after all he was responsible for bringing up a grim child with affection. Papa had to make his son understand his reason and suddenly a way flew in.
A scrawny bat whooshed past the room dropping a scroll of burned parchment on the floor. Death picked it up, but the king of fright felt a chill through his bones. It was the reaping order for baby grim.
“I’ve to go out once more. One more soul to take apart.”
Mama Grim walked out with her husband to the foyer. “Isn’t it for our son’s, honey?”
“It’s Denis.” Both the parents looked inwards to see their child floating in the darkroom, still in hurt.
“Shouldn’t we let him go? Then maybe he’ll realize why he can’t be friends with a human?” The mother concerned.
“No”, Papa Grim lifted up his blade and opened the door. “He’s still a child.” The Death concluded with a strained voice.
Grim reaper walked up the stairs, out in the living earth.
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When you get this, you gotta say 5 things you like about yourself, and then send it to 10 favorite followers!
I like that I’m almost 100% certain my dads bald gene passed over me.
I like that I can convince almost every cat and dog I’ve met so far that I’m friendly.
I like that I have an amazing boyfriend who will hopefully be visiting soon.
I like that I’ve managed to flesh out my OC’s as much as I have.
I like that I have generally good tastes in games, shows, and music.
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