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unhinged
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depression
anxiety
productivity obsession
would you ask someone with cancer to continue to be productive while they were going through cancer treatment?
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200428
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ever dumbening
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"just go for a walk"
"just get a job"
"don't take everything so seriously"
"you're so negative"
"you're so contrary"
"be grateful for what you have"
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200429
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unhinged
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my mirror neurons see your neurology friend
the best advice i ever received:
'be gentle with yourself'
even when others wont
sacred_path_of_the_warrior
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200429
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unhinged
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and all those things people say to the mentally ill, that they wouldn't say to the physically ill just pisses me off. i may just start calling others out:
'would you say that to someone with cancer? then why are you saying that to me?'
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200429
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unhinged
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spreading and metastasizing
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200905
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unhinged
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seems to take over, get more intense in the winter no matter what i do
meditation on the contents of my mind is a double_edged sword
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201201
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dafremen
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Say your truth to everyone. The universe will sort it out. I've made both friends and enemies by being what others called "harsh." The light of my life has made both friends and found wannabe exploiters by being what some people call "a patient listener."
The world is neither. It's not that other thing either. It's a gamble and we've been given free chips. Go wager 'em with all of your heart. It's an interesting gamble..is your heart (and where it's leading you to) right? Then you you WIN!!! YAY! If not..sorry. :( Better luck next life.
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201202
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dexla
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"Are you going to get sick worrying about your health?"
I'm in a cancer support group. I hang around to support others even though I've been done with treatment for awhile.
Recently there's been a streak of recurrences in folks who were diagnosed around the same time I was. Some metastatic, some local.
No matter how careful I am, no matter how much I try to prevent it, I could be among them. I could be among them already and just not know it.
Of course, I could also get hit by a bus tomorrow. I could also never have a recurrence. Anything is possible.
But what is happening right now, to others whose reality I identify with, is bringing an uncomfortable awareness that I am vulnerable.
I'm just a squishy bag of bones whose cells could be going rogue, leading to best case: therapeutic poison and deep suffering and worst case: death.
But more importantly, my cat has food but doesn't recognize it, which means that he actually doesn't have food, which is absolutely unacceptable and must be correctly immediately. Cancer later.
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what's it to you?
who
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