Christianity is just as much a festering wound on society. Actions like beheading because of some religious zealousy should not be tolerated.

You may shit and piss all over the NS, but once you’ve been abroad, you’ll accept those delays with grace.

It really do be falling on our few generations, huh? Fixing shit? Guess you’re right. I’m glad you got a chance at life with people who wanted you. I’m glad you’re alright.

My mom aborted my brother because she didn’t want a son. I think it was for the best. She was a manipulative abusive pos to my sister and I. I hate to think how she would have treated him.

Easy! Just don’t feel sad, and the thoughts will stop!

Exactly. I started just doing it. Especially when it’s hard!

That’s amazing. This is the good wholesome stuff.

The liver got the toughest job out there. He got no time for himself. Poor liver.

There is a difference between having a smaller social battery, and being asocial.

That plan is half-assed. You’re gonna fuck up the attempt mate, and I don’t want you to end up worse than dead.

It’s a fairly peaceful method if done right. The method can knock you out real quick (10-30s for a humam if done right), but it takes a while to actually die from it (could be 30min depending on lots of factors including gender). A lot slower than you would expect. I’ve seen gas termination with rats for anatomy lessons. It took a tiny animal a long time to die. 15min minimum, so we chose 30min to be sure. A human with 5L of blood rich in oxygen takes longer. In between losing conciousness and death, you’ll fight back. The odds of surviving as a half-vegetable aren’t favorable here.

If you choose to go, make sure you rethink this method.

I hope they die from it.

Anxiety, not introversion.

Still though. People ought to stop equating the two.

That’s what I’ve been doing. “Even if it’s just 10min, it’s 10minutes I’ve done what I wanted to.”

It’s unreliable, and works half the time. The harsh approach no longer works. The bar is on the ground. My focus is now on just learning to take care of myself, and that don’t go well either.

This one ^

Fair point. I only have english textbooks for college, and it’s in pretty much evry single one of them. My dutch teachers said the meme in a translated version during lectures. Only happened twice though.

Not a parasite. A vital sidekick whom we cannot exist without.

It’s a meme in the netherlands as well.

Mitochondria is plural. Mitochondria are the powerhouses of the cell.

Why assume I haven’t done so already?

I used to exercise 3 to 5 times a week depending on how much an old injury allowed me. I did boxing. I love it. It does nothing for my exc. Functioning, nor does it calm my mind after. It took me 3 months of forcing myself before I started to enjoy it. After that, it became easy to go fitness/do boxing. I struggle to keep up as my health detoriates amd energy levels fluctuate.

Chonic stress has taken its toll. I started to suffer from hallucinations and misinterpretations. Which have gotten serious in the past half year. Weed, and psylocibin can worsen this. Makeshift meds are a no go for me. I once bought 1 blunt (hasj), thinking I was stable enouhh to try it. It remains waiting in a drawer for god knows how long. I already have an addiction to gaming which is hard to beat. I don’t need a second one.

I sleep a lot more than the average person. If I can fit a nap during break, I savour every minute. I keep to 6-22 day rythmn. If I need more sleep, I go to bed earlier and stay in longer. The perks of being an early bird. I rarely stay up past 22.00.

I beat depression once. Properly so. Trying everything and accepting every bad and good change during remission. After two years, developed a “will” of my own after not having experienced it in 13-14 years or so.

Then I hit that ADHD wall again and lost my future. Having to give up on my aspirations once more. Because I am too retarded for society. For the work I wished to do. This is the 3rd time I have to face the facts.

My parents both considered abortion. But my mother, whom I got ADHD from, thought girls couldn’t get it. So she kept me. She didn’t want a child, she wanted a solution to her loneliness. Both my parents were neglectful and my mother was abusive and controlling.

I’ve been spending years not just fixing my own problems, but now of my infantile parents too. My sister and I raised ourselves.

So tell me. How is life a gift when you’re disabled? When your family is an assembly of autists? How does the path of healing look like, when whatever brain part needs to heal never properly developed to begin with? Have you tried navigating that yet?