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The Body Shop Haul
The Body Shop located in my hometown has been placed near the most historic monument full of cobbles, old buildings, statues and historic buildings on the high street. It's quite a small shop, though not so small that you can only fit 5 to 10 people like Lush in the Friary Street; when I first went in there and came out with something for myself, it had to be on my birthday which was back in January. Lucky me really. I came out with strawberry shower gel that was like 75ml I think, which lasted me 5 months before it ran out on me; I really like that scent of strawberries lingering on my skin, I also brought the villina and chili body butter. It's one of those things that I haven't really worked out if I like it or not; it was trial and error if you ask me, as I wasn't really into hand cream and whatnot at the time but now I have been using quite a lot on my skin as it's been so dry and sweaty and my skin had been horrible. That was because of the heat we've been having recently; now we've got the rain, so it's been a bit cooler than it has been.
By Lizzy Arrow9 years ago in Longevity
It's Not Your Fault
I'm 31 years of age. At the age of 5 (or so I'm told), I attempted to hang myself with my school tie. At 31 years of age, it breaks my heart to attempt to fathom how hopeless life must be for someone so young to take the decision to end it all. I only remember bits and pieces from those days. I know that I had difficulty forming friendships with other children. I know that I had a tendency to take people at their word; to assume people were always honest, and of course this made me vulnerable and it was easy to take advantage of me. I was naive. Other kids seemed to realise this very quickly and this was the start of it. Being the butt of jokes and the source of amusement for other kids. I remember it was hurtful but I also know I didn't always realise when it was happening. My parents loved me very much of course, but the pain I was suffering must have been so great that I didn't want to live anymore. Had I succeeded in my suicide attempt, it would not have been their fault. They raised me to be honest, and to see others as honest and encountering the worst in people was clearly a shock to me that I didn't understand.
By Neil Cochrane9 years ago in Longevity
My Mental Illness Is Real: Stop Making Me Prove It
I read an article on The Guardian website a couple of weeks ago that got me thinking. The article talked about society's apparent need to conceptualise mental illness as a 'real' thing, in a way that is physical and material. It's something that has bothered me for a long time; there seems to be such a divide between mental and physical illnesses and as someone with mental health problems, it can be exhausting trying to validate an illness that others can't see.
By Kate Elliott9 years ago in Longevity
Just Another Story
FOR AWHILE AT LEAST: Tales of a struggling, victorious tortured soul... This book is dedicated to all my fellow warriors who fight the battle valiantly; the ones who have won, that still struggle and those who have no idea what I am talking about.
By ELIZABETH Rotchford9 years ago in Longevity
So You've Met Someone in a Wheelchair. Top Story - June 2017.
Hi. I suppose, being a paraplegic and in a wheelchair and all, that it’s about time that I invested some blog space and thought space into what that whole thing is like. I mean, it’s only been two years since I was shot, but oh boy have there been some learning curves and fun stories in that time. From grabbing onto the back of a motorcycle and subsequently spilling myself into the street, or having a friend jump into my lap and dump me over onto a packed dance floor (it’s like, I can’t double wheelchair myself, can I? Might as well have some fun with it!), or putting a hot plate on my lap for a few seconds and not feeling it and burning my thighs raw, there have been stories. Most of them do involve me falling.
By Nicolas Brown9 years ago in Longevity
Drowning in the Waters of Depression
I don’t know if it is the Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD) or the depression, or the two of them that work together to try and pull me into the water, after securing boulders to my feet. Regardless of the fight left in me, the weight of the rocks pull me slowly under the water, before sinking me to the cold, dark bottom. These are the times I find it hardest to keep going, to keep fighting. These are the times where I question the progress I have made in therapy and wonder why I don’t yet feel better, or if I ever will. These are the times when the smallest of things irritates me, getting under my skin to the point of feeling angry. These are the times when I cry the most, feel the most frustrated and misunderstood. These are the times that I wonder if I should fight to cut those boulders off and float to the surface or allow the water to fill my lungs and put my mind and body to a final, peaceful rest. I have clawed my way to the surface more times than I can count and will continue to do so.
By Jody Betty9 years ago in Longevity
Living with Borderline Personality Disorder
Livng with Borderline Personality Disorder can be quite a struggle. Everything from personal relationships to your career are constantly in jeopardy. While there are no specific medications or guaranteed cures for BPD, there are ways to live a healthy and mostly happy life.
By Kari Ann Fallon9 years ago in Longevity
