Every time I tell somebody just a snippet of my life story of being abused as a child they always give me the sympathy, "Oh I'm sorry" cards. I think I get their intentions, but honestly... to me it's really annoying! Why do I have to be reminded that there was something to be sympathetic… Continue reading 5 Good Things About Being Abused as a Child!
10:21am Milennial awakens. Milennial does not know concept of privacy or morning routines. Let's post this thought on Facebook. 11:03am Still on Facebook. Posts selfie. I am so pretty. Caption reads: "Here is me next to a bird man stabbing a helpless creature, at MIT." I am so pretty. 11:31am Goes down to get tea.… Continue reading I’m fucking addicted to Facebook. Ode to the Facebook
So, I have problems. Maybe that is weird to say. But I have problems. And actually, since twelve I knew I had problems. I sat at the computer through my adolescence studying all the types of problems. I went to WebMD for mental health problems. I went to Tumblr for my adolescent girl problems. Eventually… Continue reading The Personal is Political
At the beginning of college I majored in Psychology. Actually no, at the beginning of college I actually did major in Physics. I went to a rural college in Northeast Missouri (Truman), and even got accepted into the STEM program with a group of ten or so select women from the entire region's set of… Continue reading On Becoming a Feminine Physicist/Thinker
Ah hum. The pretty face, the pretty face. I suppose I use it for its reason. I am a big fan of juxtapose. My insides, they are not so pretty. But I like to perfect the outer shell as I am. To trick people! Catch them in their act. Assuming me to be as pristine… Continue reading The Pretty Face
Where I reflect on all the hypocrisy in the world. My philosophy on it here.
I have not done any formal reading on the philosophy of crying. So I do not know if such a topic even exists. Crying is controversial. It is taboo. We turn away at others who cry in public. We hide the tears in public if they are our own. It is an intimate event, or… Continue reading Philosophy of Crying
After he did that shit to my body, or Hes (plural) I am kind of wondering how to go about living in it now since I am unsure who owns it... me or him? or Him? or Them. So I choose like no other. I choose and I choose. I choose to choose. When I… Continue reading Being on Your Period and Being a Hoe
I have always been a creative person. I have always been a mentally ill person. Since childhood I was filled with neurosis, counting the tiles and cracks on the sidewalk, cursing myself with superstitions for stepping on the wrong ones. I subjected myself to lots of shame and self inflicted painful mental habits, and ultimately… Continue reading Can Body Movement Offer Therapy for Mental Health Problems?
I think really innovative therapies for mental illness and the mind are coming from the body research. Mindfulness is the act of observing your body. Exercise is engaging in body hormones and muscle. And now newer therapies like neuroplasticity exercises and creative dance do so too. These last two are more creative and musical, which… Continue reading Body Therapies for my Paranoias