“Why are you so fucking cocky?”
Listen, people like myself are not ever seen, so I have to be pro-me.
There’s no way to love yourself quietly, especially as a fat black woman.
“Why are you so fucking cocky?”
For the best couple of months I’ve been battling this brain fog that impedes my thinking/focusing from its fullest potential. Within the past two weeks it’s become unbearable; I can’t ignore it any longer. The fog used to come only for brief periods at a time, never lasting longer than an hour or two but was still relatively manageable. However, as of late, the fog seems to be on constant overdrive, running 24 hours a day.
The effects include pressure behind my eyes, tinnitus, and, worst of all, this brain fog that turns concentrating and focusing exponentially more strenuous than it should ever be. I feel like my brain is not entirely there or like it’s running on half its power.
I went to a psychiatrist, psychologist and my personal doctor, who all then referred me to a neurologist. My biggest fear is if a professional can’t diagnose me or find a cure to mitigate or hopefully correct the problem.
I thought it was ADD or ADHD, but I’m starting to worry it’s a brain tumor. I just want to slice my brain open and see what the problem is.
Does anyone have any information?? Any advice would be greatly appreciated!!!
I’ve been taking a couple of herbal supplements, like ginkgo biloba, St. John’s Wort, green tea extracts, and DHA. It worked for a bit, but today the brain fog came back at full force.
I’m so flustered because it’s become unbearable and I haven’t the slightest idea of what it is, let alone what the hell I should do. Once again, anyone have any info or advice?
Latrice Royale is my spirit animal.
boy i’m in this club slo mo
don’t mind if i do
original song by :: nicki minaj
instrumental :: “tense past” by holy other
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Sometimes while I ride the subway I try to look at each person and imagine what they look like to someone who is totally in love with them. I think everyone has had someone look at them that way, whether it was a lover, or a parent, or a friend, whether they know it or not. It’s a wonderful thing, to look at someone to whom I would never be attracted and think about what looking at them feels like to someone who is devouring every part of their image, who has invisible strings that are connected to this person tied to every part of their body. I think this fun pastime is a way of cultivating compassion. It feels good to think about people that way, and to use that part of my mind that I think is traditionally reserved for a tiny portion of people I’ll meet in my life to appreciate the general public. I wish I thought about people like this more often. I think it’s the opposite of what our culture teaches us to do. We prefer to pick people apart to find their flaws. Cultivating these feelings of love or appreciation for random people, and even for people I don’t like, makes me a more forgiving and appreciative person toward myself and people I love. Also, it’s just a really excellent pastime.
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Bullets bearing the name
Of each tigress who’s left you a tooth
Save the skins for a pelt
And the rest for a belt
That can’t open
Thank you for taking my hand