#pain — Public Fediverse posts

So the pain from my tooth was so bad I had to go to the #Emergencyroom between that and the 7 days of meds I got that cost me or is somehow going to cost me $2200, that this #disabled man existing in #poverty simply does not have, not to mention I still need to find a way to afford to go to an actual #Dentist so I can get a #rootcanal and after spending time trying to find a dentist turns out that is going to cost me another $2000, I NEED HELP PEOPLE, PLEASE HELP ME NOW, I STILL NEED #FOOD TO EAT THIS MONTH, and Now I have a #Dentalemergency to contend with,

🛒 Today’s goal: **$400** for food, I have a cart full but can’t place the order.
Your support today could mean the difference between eating tonight and going hungry again.

Dental Emergency ***$4200***

Urgent need: **$2,848**
Monthly survival: **$1,500**
URGENT: ***$21,628*** to climb out.
Short-term liberation: $25,000
**$5 million** to build a forever home.

**This is not a request for luxury. This is a cry for dignity.**

- A full plate, not an empty void
- A bed that doesn’t hurt
- Hygiene supplies that don’t run out
- Shelter that doesn’t collapse
- A moment of peace
- A chance to breathe

**The world is indifferent. But your kindness can rewrite the script.**

🔗 Donate here: paypal.com/donate?campaign_id=…
💸 CashApp: $woctxphotog

**Please share. Please help. Every dollar matters. Every act of compassion echoes.**

#MutualAid, #Disabled, #Poverty, #Help, #Survival, #Compassion, #Pain, #MentalHealth, #Food, #Groceries, #Hygiene, #Anxiety, #PTSD, #Bipolar, #Dignity, #Disablity, #Life, #Housing, #Support, #Aging, #Love, #Empathy, #Health, #Rent, #Cronicillness, #health, #healthcare, #dental, #Emergency,

HELP IS NEEDED! I HAVE NOT SLEPT ALL NIGHT DUE TO EXTERME PAIN, YOUR COMPASSION AND SUPPORT WOULD BE GREATLY APPRECATIED TODAY;

👋Today is August 5th,

Ladies and Gentlemen, I am desperately needing your support right now, From getting #food to eat, to covering rent and basic human life needs, your support is a vital lifeline!

Your Expedited Generosity And Compassion Would Be Most Graciously Welcomed;

People I really need your help, I need to get #Food To Eat Right Now, Please Help ASAP;

🛒 Today’s goal: **$400** for food, I have a cart full but can’t place the order.
Your support today could mean the difference between eating tonight and going hungry again.

Dental Emergency ***$1800***

Urgent need: **$2,848**
Monthly survival: **$1,500**
URGENT: ***$21,628*** to climb out.
Short-term liberation: $25,000
**$5 million** to build a forever home.

**This is not a request for luxury. This is a cry for dignity.**

- A full plate, not an empty void
- A bed that doesn’t hurt
- Hygiene supplies that don’t run out
- Shelter that doesn’t collapse
- A moment of peace
- A chance to breathe

**The world is indifferent. But your kindness can rewrite the script.**

🔗 Donate here: paypal.com/donate?campaign_id=…
💸 CashApp: $woctxphotog

**Please share. Please help. Every dollar matters. Every act of compassion echoes.**

#MutualAid, #Disabled, #Poverty, #Help, #Survival, #Compassion, #Pain, #MentalHealth, #Food, #Groceries, #Hygiene, #Anxiety, #PTSD, #Bipolar, #Dignity, #Disablity, #Life, #Housing, #Support, #Aging, #Love, #Empathy, #Health, #Rent, #Cronicillness, #health, #healthcare, #dental, #Emergency,

I know the world is crazy right now — and here's what you can do about it

https://www.conferencesthatwork.com/index.php/life-lessons/2017/11/i-know-the-world-is-crazy-right-now-and-heres-what-you-can-do-about-it

#craziness #joy #pain #participation #BernieDeKoven

I know the world is crazy right now — and here's what you can do about it

https://www.conferencesthatwork.com/index.php/life-lessons/2017/11/i-know-the-world-is-crazy-right-now-and-heres-what-you-can-do-about-it

#craziness #joy #pain #participation #BernieDeKoven

HELP IS NEEDED! I HAVE NOT SLEPT ALL NIGHT DUE TO EXTERME PAIN, YOUR COMPASSION AND SUPPORT WOULD BE GREATLY APPRECATIED TODAY;

👋Today is August 5th,

Ladies and Gentlemen, I am desperately needing your support right now, From getting #food to eat, to covering rent and basic human life needs, your support is a vital lifeline!

Your Expedited Generosity And Compassion Would Be Most Graciously Welcomed;

People I really need your help, I need to get #Food To Eat Right Now, Please Help ASAP;

🛒 Today’s goal: **$400** for food, I have a cart full but can’t place the order.
Your support today could mean the difference between eating tonight and going hungry again.

Dental Emergency ***$1800***

Urgent need: **$2,848**
Monthly survival: **$1,500**
URGENT: ***$21,628*** to climb out.
Short-term liberation: $25,000
**$5 million** to build a forever home.

**This is not a request for luxury. This is a cry for dignity.**

- A full plate, not an empty void
- A bed that doesn’t hurt
- Hygiene supplies that don’t run out
- Shelter that doesn’t collapse
- A moment of peace
- A chance to breathe

**The world is indifferent. But your kindness can rewrite the script.**

🔗 Donate here: paypal.com/donate?campaign_id=…
💸 CashApp: $woctxphotog

**Please share. Please help. Every dollar matters. Every act of compassion echoes.**

#MutualAid, #Disabled, #Poverty, #Help, #Survival, #Compassion, #Pain, #MentalHealth, #Food, #Groceries, #Hygiene, #Anxiety, #PTSD, #Bipolar, #Dignity, #Disablity, #Life, #Housing, #Support, #Aging, #Love, #Empathy, #Health, #Rent, #Cronicillness, #health, #healthcare, #dental, #Emergency,

By documenting the unique pain caused by dozens of insect stings, entomologist Justin O. Schmidt created a one-of-a-kind guide to the world's most painful stings.

https://www.nationalgeographic.com/animals/article/yellowjacket-schmidt-sting-pain-index

#science #biology #pain #SchmidtPainIndex

By documenting the unique pain caused by dozens of insect stings, entomologist Justin O. Schmidt created a one-of-a-kind guide to the world's most painful stings.

https://www.nationalgeographic.com/animals/article/yellowjacket-schmidt-sting-pain-index

#science #biology #pain #SchmidtPainIndex

On top of my constant pain and exhaustion I have a Cavity on inside of my Left Maxillary Lateral Incisor, that has elected to become an excruciating pain, I have not slept at all in the past 24 hours, every time I begin to doze off, bone shattering pain radiates through the entire left side of my face, as a #disabled man existing solely in #poverty and without access to any #transit or #medical care, I tried over the night to do the whole clove oil bit, after using enough to cook a Christmas ham and downing 3000mg of Tylenol, there is no relief in sight, I beg for help to get through each day and I seldomly receive enough for the extreme basics, my #health is in decline and I am in no way able to care for myself in that regard in any capacity, I am currently in enough pain to cripple a horse, and there is simply nothing I can do about it, #disability is hard enough when you have no support system but add #poverty #agging and #health issues and your pretty much in an eternal world of hell;

You can encourage my continued useless #poetry, creativity and expression of self, #commentary, random thoughts, #philosophy and ideas, and by doing so your helping to feed, house and clothe a #disabled man living in #poverty, $5-10-15 It All Helps, via #cashapp at $woctxphotog or via #paypal at paypal.com/donate?campaign_id=…

#Healthcare, #DentalHealth, #pain,

HELP IS NEEDED! I HAVE NOT SLEPT ALL NIGHT DUE TO EXTERME PAIN, YOUR COMPASSION AND SUPPORT WOULD BE GREATLY APPRECATIED TODAY;

👋Today is August 5th,

Ladies and Gentlemen, I am desperately needing your support right now, From getting #food to eat, to covering rent and basic human life needs, your support is a vital lifeline!

Your Expedited Generosity And Compassion Would Be Most Graciously Welcomed;

People I really need your help, I need to get #Food To Eat Right Now, Please Help ASAP;

🛒 Today’s goal: **$400** for food, I have a cart full but can’t place the order.
Your support today could mean the difference between eating tonight and going hungry again.

Urgent need: **$2,848**
Monthly survival: **$1,500**
URGENT: ***$21,628*** to climb out.
Short-term liberation: $25,000
**$5 million** to build a forever home.

**This is not a request for luxury. This is a cry for dignity.**

- A full plate, not an empty void
- A bed that doesn’t hurt
- Hygiene supplies that don’t run out
- Shelter that doesn’t collapse
- A moment of peace
- A chance to breathe

**The world is indifferent. But your kindness can rewrite the script.**

🔗 Donate here: paypal.com/donate?campaign_id=…
💸 CashApp: $woctxphotog

**Please share. Please help. Every dollar matters. Every act of compassion echoes.**

#MutualAid, #Disabled, #Poverty, #Help, #Survival, #Compassion, #Pain, #MentalHealth, #Food, #Groceries, #Hygiene, #Anxiety, #PTSD, #Bipolar, #Dignity, #Disablity, #Life, #Housing, #Support, #Aging, #Love, #Empathy, #Health, #Rent, #Cronicillness,

HELP IS NEEDED! I HAVE NOT SLEPT ALL NIGHT DUE TO EXTERME PAIN, YOUR COMPASSION AND SUPPORT WOULD BE GREATLY APPRECATIED TODAY;

Today Is August 5th, And Your Expedited Compassion To Help Me Raise The Monies I Am In Need Of Will Be Greatly Appreciated.
URGENT, IMMEDIATE RESPONSE REQUIRED!
I have some urgent needs to take care of, your compassion and support are truly a lifeline for someone like me;

Urgent need: $21,628, Monthly survival: $1,500, Long-term liberation: $25,000 to climb out. $5 million to build a forever home and sanctuary for others like me.
If you’ve ever wondered what despair looks like, this is it. If you’ve ever wanted to make a real difference, this is your chance.
Please help. Every dollar matters. Every share matters. Every act of compassion matters.

• CashApp: $woctxphotog
• PayPal: paypal.com/donate?campaign_id=…

#MutualAid, #Disabled, #Poverty, #Help, #Survival, #Compassion, #Pain, #MentalHealth, #Food, #Groceries, #Hygiene, #Anxiety, #PTSD, #Bipolar, #Dignity

I wish people could actually watch listen and read this, and with actual comprehension and compassion realize the desperate need to have people actively provide meaningful lasting support;

The Physical Reality of My Existence

Existence is stealing my vision, as constant pain and exhausting reign in this disabled, poverty-stricken corpse. My sight, along with the rest of me, is suffering. Some days things are clear and vibrant for a little while, but more often than not, it's all a dark fuzzy blur that often feels like a shrinking tunnel. The brighter the light the harder it is, and darker light makes fine observations impossible to see. When you couple that with my joints that are actively revolting against me, it makes the mundane an extraordinary feat.

If I sit too long my ankles, knees, and hips lock up; if I stand too long my leg muscles all burn and become stiff. Vertigo keeps me dizzy, and sometimes between bad knees and that, I have issues walking, stooping, or bending down. My hands randomly drop things along with aching all day long, and my blood pressure is on a continuous rollercoaster. Due to poverty, I have a very poor and often absent nutritional uptake, so my body simply ages ten times faster than the average person. I tell people I am 48 but more like an 80-year-old man, and they simply cannot wrap their heads around it. It takes me an hour or two in the morning before my legs work, and often three to four before my eyes focus and my brain is fully functioning.

The Cycle of Sleeplessness and Decline

If I lay down in my torture device of a bed—a mattress that is 20 years old and completely useless for support, with no room for a couch or recliner to alternate to—everything goes haywire. My wrists and hands go numb as my shoulders and back ache, and trying to upright myself seems to take days. The more I do, the less I sleep. When I am past tired, I won't actually sleep at all; I will simply get aggravated by the circumstances.

Every movement, every breath, seems to become a battle that simply lasts too long. My overall mental executive cognitive functions are declining at a noticeable rate, and my thoughts are fading and fraying more each day. It is very much tiring to be me.

The Isolation and Misunderstanding

I really don't feel well, I am exhausted, I am in pain, and my anxiety is bothering me. I am plum wore out from it all, and sadly, people simply do not understand, nor do they even attempt to feign empathy or compassion if they cannot express it naturally. It gets really old explaining over and over that I am disabled and I am aging, which means my disabilities just get worse.

They see me helping and doing what I can when I can, and assume it is all easy for me and no big deal, yet have no clue of the physical pain and constant exhaustion. It is infuriating when people think you can just do A, B, C, etc., despite you making it clear you cannot. I have no family to call on and no friends to rely on.

The Crushing Weight of Poverty

I exist in poverty because I am disabled, and every facet of my life hangs on a precarious precipice. My tiny cave is a mess; I really need to organize and clean, but between physical energy not being there and financially not able to obtain what I need to do so, everything is chaos.

My bowels constantly complain there is no food in here. I fight with what I can eat today versus can I afford to take a shower and will I have clean clothes to put on. From the constant need for food I can never afford, to underwear, socks, shoes, pants, shirts, and personal hygiene, there is so much I truly need and no real way to obtain any of it. My near non-existent disability income cannot cover even a quarter of life today, and I have no safety at all. For if I was an actual corpse this decay would seem okay, but as I am somehow still alive, simply existing is becoming more than I can bear.

My Plea for Dignity and Support

This disabled man existing in poverty is really, truthfully struggling. I am exhausted mentally, spiritually, and physically. It is imperative that I raise the money I need to buy property to build my own forever home, so that I have security and stability. I need a massive infusion of cash to get myself caught up, and then I need a monthly support amount to stay somewhat stable.

I have never expected one person to bear the brunt of my burdens; rather, I hope that all will help how they can, with the compassion, empathy, and understanding that if it was them in need, would they not pray for the same? If only humanity was not a failure, maybe I could actually raise the money I need to live beyond barely existing. And if I am lucky, I will be able to help others through the rest of my life by having my own place to offer them the help they may need.

I have had a very hard life. How much longer must I be forced to fight and endure an existence void of compassion, empathy, support, respect, dignity, and safety? I am begging for help to live, I am begging for compassion and dignity. Please, I am not in a good place. Please help me climb out of this hell of desperation today.

This Disabled Man Existing In Poverty, Is $2,848 Away From Being Able To Afford To Take Care Of Myself And The Things I Still Need To Take Care Of This Month. Your support today could mean the difference between nourishment and starvation and some kind of stability.

This is not a request for luxury. This is a cry for dignity.

Urgent need: $21,628, Monthly survival: $1,500, Long-term liberation: $25,000 to climb out. $5 million to build a forever home and sanctuary for others like me.
If you’ve ever wondered what despair looks like, this is it. If you’ve ever wanted to make a real difference, this is your chance.

🔗 Donate here: paypal.com/donate?campaign_id=… 💸 CashApp: $woctxphotog

#MutualAid, #Disabled, #Poverty, #Help, #Survival, #Compassion, #Pain, #MentalHealth, #Food, #Groceries, #Hygiene, #Anxiety, #PTSD, #Bipolar, #Dignity, #Disablity, #Life, #Housing, #Support, #Aging, #Love, #Empathy, #Health, #Cronicillness, #Hope,

One week from today, after months of excruciating pain, I'll be undergoing a procedure that may alleviate it, at least in the lumbar area of my back. A week after that, the thoracic pain will be addressed. I never wanted anyone to go near my spine with a needle, but I'll tell you what, pain speaks louder than fear. There are no guarantees, but if there's a good chance that I no longer have to take 10 minutes to go from a sitting position to standing, & w/o screaming, I'll take it.

#Pain

👋Today is August 4th,

Ladies and Gentlemen, I am desperately needing your support right now, From getting #food to eat, to covering rent and basic human life needs, your support is a vital lifeline!

Your Expedited Generosity And Compassion Would Be Most Graciously Welcomed;

People I really need your help, I need to get #Food To Eat Right Now, Please Help ASAP;

🛒 Today’s goal: **$400** for food, I have a cart full but can’t place the order.
Your support today could mean the difference between eating tonight and going hungry again.

Urgent need: **$2,848**
Monthly survival: **$1,500**
URGENT: ***$21,628*** to climb out.
Short-term liberation: $25,000
**$5 million** to build a forever home.

**This is not a request for luxury. This is a cry for dignity.**

- A full plate, not an empty void
- A bed that doesn’t hurt
- Hygiene supplies that don’t run out
- Shelter that doesn’t collapse
- A moment of peace
- A chance to breathe

**The world is indifferent. But your kindness can rewrite the script.**

🔗 Donate here: paypal.com/donate?campaign_id=…
💸 CashApp: $woctxphotog

**Please share. Please help. Every dollar matters. Every act of compassion echoes.**

#MutualAid, #Disabled, #Poverty, #Help, #Survival, #Compassion, #Pain, #MentalHealth, #Food, #Groceries, #Hygiene, #Anxiety, #PTSD, #Bipolar, #Dignity, #Disablity, #Life, #Housing, #Support, #Aging, #Love, #Empathy, #Health, #Rent, #Cronicillness,

Cholinergic #circuits in the ventral pallidum contribute to #pain processing. This study shows that subthalamic glutamatergic inputs drive cholinergic activity and links receptors on GABA neurons to hyperalgesia, offering insights on distinct pain mechanisms.

https://plos.io/4fO4sxU

Cholinergic #circuits in the ventral pallidum contribute to #pain processing. This study shows that subthalamic glutamatergic inputs drive cholinergic activity and links receptors on GABA neurons to hyperalgesia, offering insights on distinct pain mechanisms.

https://plos.io/4fO4sxU

HELP IS NEEDED!

Today Is August 4th, And Your Expedited Compassion To Help Me Raise The Monies I Am In Need Of Will Be Greatly Appreciated.
URGENT, IMMEDIATE RESPONSE REQUIRED!
I have some urgent needs to take care of, your compassion and support are truly a lifeline for someone like me;

Urgent need: $21,628, Monthly survival: $1,500, Long-term liberation: $25,000 to climb out. $5 million to build a forever home and sanctuary for others like me.
If you’ve ever wondered what despair looks like, this is it. If you’ve ever wanted to make a real difference, this is your chance.
Please help. Every dollar matters. Every share matters. Every act of compassion matters.

• CashApp: $woctxphotog
• PayPal: paypal.com/donate?campaign_id=…

#MutualAid, #Disabled, #Poverty, #Help, #Survival, #Compassion, #Pain, #MentalHealth, #Food, #Groceries, #Hygiene, #Anxiety, #PTSD, #Bipolar, #Dignity

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👋Today is August 3rd,

Ladies and Gentlemen, I am desperately needing your support right now, From getting #food to eat, to covering rent and basic human life needs, your support is a vital lifeline!

Your Expedited Generosity And Compassion Would Be Most Graciously Welcomed;

People I really need your help, I need to get #Food To Eat Right Now, Please Help ASAP;

🛒 Today’s goal: **$400** for food, I have a cart full but can’t place the order.
Your support today could mean the difference between eating tonight and going hungry again.

Urgent need: **$2,848**
Monthly survival: **$1,500**
URGENT: ***$21,628*** to climb out.
Short-term liberation: $25,000
**$5 million** to build a forever home.

**This is not a request for luxury. This is a cry for dignity.**

- A full plate, not an empty void
- A bed that doesn’t hurt
- Hygiene supplies that don’t run out
- Shelter that doesn’t collapse
- A moment of peace
- A chance to breathe

**The world is indifferent. But your kindness can rewrite the script.**

🔗 Donate here: paypal.com/donate?campaign_id=…
💸 CashApp: $woctxphotog

**Please share. Please help. Every dollar matters. Every act of compassion echoes.**

#MutualAid, #Disabled, #Poverty, #Help, #Survival, #Compassion, #Pain, #MentalHealth, #Food, #Groceries, #Hygiene, #Anxiety, #PTSD, #Bipolar, #Dignity, #Disablity, #Life, #Housing, #Support, #Aging, #Love, #Empathy, #Health, #Rent, #Cronicillness,

👋Today is August 3rd,

Ladies and Gentlemen, I am desperately needing your support right now, From getting #food to eat, to covering rent and basic human life needs, your support is a vital lifeline!

Your Expedited Generosity And Compassion Would Be Most Graciously Welcomed;

People I really need your help, I need to get #Food To Eat Right Now, Please Help ASAP;

🛒 Today’s goal: **$400** for food, I have a cart full but can’t place the order.
Your support today could mean the difference between eating tonight and going hungry again.

Urgent need: **$2,848**
Monthly survival: **$1,500**
URGENT: ***$21,628*** to climb out.
Short-term liberation: $25,000
**$5 million** to build a forever home.

**This is not a request for luxury. This is a cry for dignity.**

- A full plate, not an empty void
- A bed that doesn’t hurt
- Hygiene supplies that don’t run out
- Shelter that doesn’t collapse
- A moment of peace
- A chance to breathe

**The world is indifferent. But your kindness can rewrite the script.**

🔗 Donate here: paypal.com/donate?campaign_id=…
💸 CashApp: $woctxphotog

**Please share. Please help. Every dollar matters. Every act of compassion echoes.**

#MutualAid, #Disabled, #Poverty, #Help, #Survival, #Compassion, #Pain, #MentalHealth, #Food, #Groceries, #Hygiene, #Anxiety, #PTSD, #Bipolar, #Dignity, #Disablity, #Life, #Housing, #Support, #Aging, #Love, #Empathy, #Health, #Rent, #Cronicillness,

#pain : physical suffering

- French: douleur

- German: der Schmerz

- Italian: dolore

- Portuguese: dor

- Spanish: dolor

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👋Today is August 3rd,

Ladies and Gentlemen, I am desperately needing your support right now, From getting #food to eat, to covering rent and basic human life needs, your support is a vital lifeline!

Your Expedited Generosity And Compassion Would Be Most Graciously Welcomed;

People I really need your help, I need to get #Food To Eat Right Now, Please Help ASAP;

🛒 Today’s goal: **$400** for food, I have a cart full but can’t place the order.
Your support today could mean the difference between eating tonight and going hungry again.

Urgent need: **$2,848**
Monthly survival: **$1,500**
URGENT: ***$21,628*** to climb out.
Short-term liberation: $25,000
**$5 million** to build a forever home.

**This is not a request for luxury. This is a cry for dignity.**

- A full plate, not an empty void
- A bed that doesn’t hurt
- Hygiene supplies that don’t run out
- Shelter that doesn’t collapse
- A moment of peace
- A chance to breathe

**The world is indifferent. But your kindness can rewrite the script.**

🔗 Donate here: paypal.com/donate?campaign_id=…
💸 CashApp: $woctxphotog

**Please share. Please help. Every dollar matters. Every act of compassion echoes.**

#MutualAid, #Disabled, #Poverty, #Help, #Survival, #Compassion, #Pain, #MentalHealth, #Food, #Groceries, #Hygiene, #Anxiety, #PTSD, #Bipolar, #Dignity, #Disablity, #Life, #Housing, #Support, #Aging, #Love, #Empathy, #Health, #Rent, #Cronicillness,

Oh and the migraine was so bad that I was using this face roller tool to press into the back of my neck/skull - the pain was so deep and intense that I was pushing hard—- and I BROKE IT
YES IT HURT THAT MUCH

#chronicillness #pain #migraines #justgirlythings

RE: https://bsky.app/profile/did:plc:f3dcsz365o4zyt7uuqyliwgt/post/3ms6tqjz3qs2o

Oh and the migraine was so bad that I was using this face roller tool to press into the back of my neck/skull - the pain was so deep and intense that I was pushing hard—- and I BROKE IT
YES IT HURT THAT MUCH

#chronicillness #pain #migraines #justgirlythings

RE: https://bsky.app/profile/did:plc:f3dcsz365o4zyt7uuqyliwgt/post/3ms6tqjz3qs2o

👋Today is August 3rd,

Ladies and Gentlemen, I am desperately needing your support right now, From getting #food to eat, to covering rent and basic human life needs, your support is a vital lifeline!

Your Expedited Generosity And Compassion Would Be Most Graciously Welcomed;

People I really need your help, I need to get #Food To Eat Right Now, Please Help ASAP;

🛒 Today’s goal: **$400** for food, I have a cart full but can’t place the order.
Your support today could mean the difference between eating tonight and going hungry again.

Urgent need: **$2,848**
Monthly survival: **$1,500**
URGENT: ***$21,628*** to climb out.
Short-term liberation: $25,000
**$5 million** to build a forever home.

**This is not a request for luxury. This is a cry for dignity.**

- A full plate, not an empty void
- A bed that doesn’t hurt
- Hygiene supplies that don’t run out
- Shelter that doesn’t collapse
- A moment of peace
- A chance to breathe

**The world is indifferent. But your kindness can rewrite the script.**

🔗 Donate here: paypal.com/donate?campaign_id=…
💸 CashApp: $woctxphotog

**Please share. Please help. Every dollar matters. Every act of compassion echoes.**

#MutualAid, #Disabled, #Poverty, #Help, #Survival, #Compassion, #Pain, #MentalHealth, #Food, #Groceries, #Hygiene, #Anxiety, #PTSD, #Bipolar, #Dignity, #Disablity, #Life, #Housing, #Support, #Aging, #Love, #Empathy, #Health, #Rent, #Cronicillness,

👋Today is August 2nd,

Ladies and Gentlemen, I am desperately needing your support right now, From getting #food to eat, to covering rent and basic human life needs, your support is a vital lifeline!

Your Expedited Generosity And Compassion Would Be Most Graciously Welcomed;

People I really need your help, I need to get #Food To Eat Right Now, Please Help ASAP;

🛒 Today’s goal: **$400** for food, I have a cart full but can’t place the order.
Your support today could mean the difference between eating tonight and going hungry again.

Urgent need: **$2,848**
Monthly survival: **$1,500**
URGENT: ***$21,628*** to climb out.
Short-term liberation: $25,000
**$5 million** to build a forever home.

**This is not a request for luxury. This is a cry for dignity.**

- A full plate, not an empty void
- A bed that doesn’t hurt
- Hygiene supplies that don’t run out
- Shelter that doesn’t collapse
- A moment of peace
- A chance to breathe

**The world is indifferent. But your kindness can rewrite the script.**

🔗 Donate here: paypal.com/donate?campaign_id=…
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Hello everyone! 👋 I'm glad to be here.
I'll be sharing short videos on pain management, a few insights from my work in medicine, and, from time to time, the beauty of nature that helps keep life in balance. I hope you'll find something useful, thoughtful, or simply enjoyable along the way. Looking forward to connecting with you all.

#Pain
#life
#Doctors

The Physical Reality of My Existence

Existence is stealing my vision, as constant pain and exhausting reign in this disabled, poverty-stricken corpse. My sight, along with the rest of me, is suffering. Some days things are clear and vibrant for a little while, but more often than not, it's all a dark fuzzy blur that often feels like a shrinking tunnel. The brighter the light the harder it is, and darker light makes fine observations impossible to see. When you couple that with my joints that are actively revolting against me, it makes the mundane an extraordinary feat.

If I sit too long my ankles, knees, and hips lock up; if I stand too long my leg muscles all burn and become stiff. Vertigo keeps me dizzy, and sometimes between bad knees and that, I have issues walking, stooping, or bending down. My hands randomly drop things along with aching all day long, and my blood pressure is on a continuous rollercoaster. Due to poverty, I have a very poor and often absent nutritional uptake, so my body simply ages ten times faster than the average person. I tell people I am 48 but more like an 80-year-old man, and they simply cannot wrap their heads around it. It takes me an hour or two in the morning before my legs work, and often three to four before my eyes focus and my brain is fully functioning.

The Cycle of Sleeplessness and Decline

If I lay down in my torture device of a bed—a mattress that is 20 years old and completely useless for support, with no room for a couch or recliner to alternate to—everything goes haywire. My wrists and hands go numb as my shoulders and back ache, and trying to upright myself seems to take days. The more I do, the less I sleep. When I am past tired, I won't actually sleep at all; I will simply get aggravated by the circumstances.

Every movement, every breath, seems to become a battle that simply lasts too long. My overall mental executive cognitive functions are declining at a noticeable rate, and my thoughts are fading and fraying more each day. It is very much tiring to be me.

The Isolation and Misunderstanding

I really don't feel well, I am exhausted, I am in pain, and my anxiety is bothering me. I am plum wore out from it all, and sadly, people simply do not understand, nor do they even attempt to feign empathy or compassion if they cannot express it naturally. It gets really old explaining over and over that I am disabled and I am aging, which means my disabilities just get worse.

They see me helping and doing what I can when I can, and assume it is all easy for me and no big deal, yet have no clue of the physical pain and constant exhaustion. It is infuriating when people think you can just do A, B, C, etc., despite you making it clear you cannot. I have no family to call on and no friends to rely on.

The Crushing Weight of Poverty

I exist in poverty because I am disabled, and every facet of my life hangs on a precarious precipice. My tiny cave is a mess; I really need to organize and clean, but between physical energy not being there and financially not able to obtain what I need to do so, everything is chaos.

My bowels constantly complain there is no food in here. I fight with what I can eat today versus can I afford to take a shower and will I have clean clothes to put on. From the constant need for food I can never afford, to underwear, socks, shoes, pants, shirts, and personal hygiene, there is so much I truly need and no real way to obtain any of it. My near non-existent disability income cannot cover even a quarter of life today, and I have no safety at all. For if I was an actual corpse this decay would seem okay, but as I am somehow still alive, simply existing is becoming more than I can bear.

My Plea for Dignity and Support

This disabled man existing in poverty is really, truthfully struggling. I am exhausted mentally, spiritually, and physically. It is imperative that I raise the money I need to buy property to build my own forever home, so that I have security and stability. I need a massive infusion of cash to get myself caught up, and then I need a monthly support amount to stay somewhat stable.

I have never expected one person to bear the brunt of my burdens; rather, I hope that all will help how they can, with the compassion, empathy, and understanding that if it was them in need, would they not pray for the same? If only humanity was not a failure, maybe I could actually raise the money I need to live beyond barely existing. And if I am lucky, I will be able to help others through the rest of my life by having my own place to offer them the help they may need.

I have had a very hard life. How much longer must I be forced to fight and endure an existence void of compassion, empathy, support, respect, dignity, and safety? I am begging for help to live, I am begging for compassion and dignity. Please, I am not in a good place. Please help me climb out of this hell of desperation today.

This Disabled Man Existing In Poverty, Is $2,848 Away From Being Able To Afford To Take Care Of Myself And The Things I Still Need To Take Care Of This Month. Your support today could mean the difference between nourishment and starvation and some kind of stability.

This is not a request for luxury. This is a cry for dignity.

Urgent need: $21,628, Monthly survival: $1,500, Long-term liberation: $25,000 to climb out. $5 million to build a forever home and sanctuary for others like me.
If you’ve ever wondered what despair looks like, this is it. If you’ve ever wanted to make a real difference, this is your chance.

🔗 Donate here: paypal.com/donate?campaign_id=… 💸 CashApp: $woctxphotog

#MutualAid, #Disabled, #Poverty, #Help, #Survival, #Compassion, #Pain, #MentalHealth, #Food, #Groceries, #Hygiene, #Anxiety, #PTSD, #Bipolar, #Dignity, #Disablity, #Life, #Housing, #Support, #Aging, #Love, #Empathy, #Health, #Cronicillness, #Hope,

The Physical Reality of My Existence

Existence is stealing my vision, as constant pain and exhausting reign in this disabled, poverty-stricken corpse. My sight, along with the rest of me, is suffering. Some days things are clear and vibrant for a little while, but more often than not, it's all a dark fuzzy blur that often feels like a shrinking tunnel. The brighter the light the harder it is, and darker light makes fine observations impossible to see. When you couple that with my joints that are actively revolting against me, it makes the mundane an extraordinary feat.

If I sit too long my ankles, knees, and hips lock up; if I stand too long my leg muscles all burn and become stiff. Vertigo keeps me dizzy, and sometimes between bad knees and that, I have issues walking, stooping, or bending down. My hands randomly drop things along with aching all day long, and my blood pressure is on a continuous rollercoaster. Due to poverty, I have a very poor and often absent nutritional uptake, so my body simply ages ten times faster than the average person. I tell people I am 48 but more like an 80-year-old man, and they simply cannot wrap their heads around it. It takes me an hour or two in the morning before my legs work, and often three to four before my eyes focus and my brain is fully functioning.

The Cycle of Sleeplessness and Decline

If I lay down in my torture device of a bed—a mattress that is 20 years old and completely useless for support, with no room for a couch or recliner to alternate to—everything goes haywire. My wrists and hands go numb as my shoulders and back ache, and trying to upright myself seems to take days. The more I do, the less I sleep. When I am past tired, I won't actually sleep at all; I will simply get aggravated by the circumstances.

Every movement, every breath, seems to become a battle that simply lasts too long. My overall mental executive cognitive functions are declining at a noticeable rate, and my thoughts are fading and fraying more each day. It is very much tiring to be me.

The Isolation and Misunderstanding

I really don't feel well, I am exhausted, I am in pain, and my anxiety is bothering me. I am plum wore out from it all, and sadly, people simply do not understand, nor do they even attempt to feign empathy or compassion if they cannot express it naturally. It gets really old explaining over and over that I am disabled and I am aging, which means my disabilities just get worse.

They see me helping and doing what I can when I can, and assume it is all easy for me and no big deal, yet have no clue of the physical pain and constant exhaustion. It is infuriating when people think you can just do A, B, C, etc., despite you making it clear you cannot. I have no family to call on and no friends to rely on.

The Crushing Weight of Poverty

I exist in poverty because I am disabled, and every facet of my life hangs on a precarious precipice. My tiny cave is a mess; I really need to organize and clean, but between physical energy not being there and financially not able to obtain what I need to do so, everything is chaos.

My bowels constantly complain there is no food in here. I fight with what I can eat today versus can I afford to take a shower and will I have clean clothes to put on. From the constant need for food I can never afford, to underwear, socks, shoes, pants, shirts, and personal hygiene, there is so much I truly need and no real way to obtain any of it. My near non-existent disability income cannot cover even a quarter of life today, and I have no safety at all. For if I was an actual corpse this decay would seem okay, but as I am somehow still alive, simply existing is becoming more than I can bear.

My Plea for Dignity and Support

This disabled man existing in poverty is really, truthfully struggling. I am exhausted mentally, spiritually, and physically. It is imperative that I raise the money I need to buy property to build my own forever home, so that I have security and stability. I need a massive infusion of cash to get myself caught up, and then I need a monthly support amount to stay somewhat stable.

I have never expected one person to bear the brunt of my burdens; rather, I hope that all will help how they can, with the compassion, empathy, and understanding that if it was them in need, would they not pray for the same? If only humanity was not a failure, maybe I could actually raise the money I need to live beyond barely existing. And if I am lucky, I will be able to help others through the rest of my life by having my own place to offer them the help they may need.

I have had a very hard life. How much longer must I be forced to fight and endure an existence void of compassion, empathy, support, respect, dignity, and safety? I am begging for help to live, I am begging for compassion and dignity. Please, I am not in a good place. Please help me climb out of this hell of desperation today.

This Disabled Man Existing In Poverty, Is $2,848 Away From Being Able To Afford To Take Care Of Myself And The Things I Still Need To Take Care Of This Month. Your support today could mean the difference between nourishment and starvation and some kind of stability.

This is not a request for luxury. This is a cry for dignity.

Urgent need: $21,628, Monthly survival: $1,500, Long-term liberation: $25,000 to climb out. $5 million to build a forever home and sanctuary for others like me.
If you’ve ever wondered what despair looks like, this is it. If you’ve ever wanted to make a real difference, this is your chance.

🔗 Donate here: paypal.com/donate?campaign_id=… 💸 CashApp: $woctxphotog

#MutualAid, #Disabled, #Poverty, #Help, #Survival, #Compassion, #Pain, #MentalHealth, #Food, #Groceries, #Hygiene, #Anxiety, #PTSD, #Bipolar, #Dignity, #Disablity, #Life, #Housing, #Support, #Aging, #Love, #Empathy, #Health, #Cronicillness, #Hope,

The Physical Reality of My Existence

Existence is stealing my vision, as constant pain and exhausting reign in this disabled, poverty-stricken corpse. My sight, along with the rest of me, is suffering. Some days things are clear and vibrant for a little while, but more often than not, it's all a dark fuzzy blur that often feels like a shrinking tunnel. The brighter the light the harder it is, and darker light makes fine observations impossible to see. When you couple that with my joints that are actively revolting against me, it makes the mundane an extraordinary feat.

If I sit too long my ankles, knees, and hips lock up; if I stand too long my leg muscles all burn and become stiff. Vertigo keeps me dizzy, and sometimes between bad knees and that, I have issues walking, stooping, or bending down. My hands randomly drop things along with aching all day long, and my blood pressure is on a continuous rollercoaster. Due to poverty, I have a very poor and often absent nutritional uptake, so my body simply ages ten times faster than the average person. I tell people I am 48 but more like an 80-year-old man, and they simply cannot wrap their heads around it. It takes me an hour or two in the morning before my legs work, and often three to four before my eyes focus and my brain is fully functioning.

The Cycle of Sleeplessness and Decline

If I lay down in my torture device of a bed—a mattress that is 20 years old and completely useless for support, with no room for a couch or recliner to alternate to—everything goes haywire. My wrists and hands go numb as my shoulders and back ache, and trying to upright myself seems to take days. The more I do, the less I sleep. When I am past tired, I won't actually sleep at all; I will simply get aggravated by the circumstances.

Every movement, every breath, seems to become a battle that simply lasts too long. My overall mental executive cognitive functions are declining at a noticeable rate, and my thoughts are fading and fraying more each day. It is very much tiring to be me.

The Isolation and Misunderstanding

I really don't feel well, I am exhausted, I am in pain, and my anxiety is bothering me. I am plum wore out from it all, and sadly, people simply do not understand, nor do they even attempt to feign empathy or compassion if they cannot express it naturally. It gets really old explaining over and over that I am disabled and I am aging, which means my disabilities just get worse.

They see me helping and doing what I can when I can, and assume it is all easy for me and no big deal, yet have no clue of the physical pain and constant exhaustion. It is infuriating when people think you can just do A, B, C, etc., despite you making it clear you cannot. I have no family to call on and no friends to rely on.

The Crushing Weight of Poverty

I exist in poverty because I am disabled, and every facet of my life hangs on a precarious precipice. My tiny cave is a mess; I really need to organize and clean, but between physical energy not being there and financially not able to obtain what I need to do so, everything is chaos.

My bowels constantly complain there is no food in here. I fight with what I can eat today versus can I afford to take a shower and will I have clean clothes to put on. From the constant need for food I can never afford, to underwear, socks, shoes, pants, shirts, and personal hygiene, there is so much I truly need and no real way to obtain any of it. My near non-existent disability income cannot cover even a quarter of life today, and I have no safety at all. For if I was an actual corpse this decay would seem okay, but as I am somehow still alive, simply existing is becoming more than I can bear.

My Plea for Dignity and Support

This disabled man existing in poverty is really, truthfully struggling. I am exhausted mentally, spiritually, and physically. It is imperative that I raise the money I need to buy property to build my own forever home, so that I have security and stability. I need a massive infusion of cash to get myself caught up, and then I need a monthly support amount to stay somewhat stable.

I have never expected one person to bear the brunt of my burdens; rather, I hope that all will help how they can, with the compassion, empathy, and understanding that if it was them in need, would they not pray for the same? If only humanity was not a failure, maybe I could actually raise the money I need to live beyond barely existing. And if I am lucky, I will be able to help others through the rest of my life by having my own place to offer them the help they may need.

I have had a very hard life. How much longer must I be forced to fight and endure an existence void of compassion, empathy, support, respect, dignity, and safety? I am begging for help to live, I am begging for compassion and dignity. Please, I am not in a good place. Please help me climb out of this hell of desperation today.

This Disabled Man Existing In Poverty, Is $2,848 Away From Being Able To Afford To Take Care Of Myself And The Things I Still Need To Take Care Of This Month. Your support today could mean the difference between nourishment and starvation and some kind of stability.

This is not a request for luxury. This is a cry for dignity.

Urgent need: $21,628, Monthly survival: $1,500, Long-term liberation: $25,000 to climb out. $5 million to build a forever home and sanctuary for others like me.
If you’ve ever wondered what despair looks like, this is it. If you’ve ever wanted to make a real difference, this is your chance.

🔗 Donate here: paypal.com/donate?campaign_id=… 💸 CashApp: $woctxphotog

#MutualAid, #Disabled, #Poverty, #Help, #Survival, #Compassion, #Pain, #MentalHealth, #Food, #Groceries, #Hygiene, #Anxiety, #PTSD, #Bipolar, #Dignity, #Disablity, #Life, #Housing, #Support, #Aging, #Love, #Empathy, #Health, #Cronicillness, #Hope,

👋Today is August 2nd,

Ladies and Gentlemen, I am desperately needing your support right now, From getting #food to eat, to covering rent and basic human life needs, your support is a vital lifeline!

Your Expedited Generosity And Compassion Would Be Most Graciously Welcomed;

People I really need your help, I need to get #Food To Eat Right Now, Please Help ASAP;

🛒 Today’s goal: **$400** for food, I have a cart full but can’t place the order.
Your support today could mean the difference between eating tonight and going hungry again.

Urgent need: **$2,848**
Monthly survival: **$1,500**
URGENT: ***$21,628*** to climb out.
Short-term liberation: $25,000
**$5 million** to build a forever home.

**This is not a request for luxury. This is a cry for dignity.**

- A full plate, not an empty void
- A bed that doesn’t hurt
- Hygiene supplies that don’t run out
- Shelter that doesn’t collapse
- A moment of peace
- A chance to breathe

**The world is indifferent. But your kindness can rewrite the script.**

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**Please share. Please help. Every dollar matters. Every act of compassion echoes.**

#MutualAid, #Disabled, #Poverty, #Help, #Survival, #Compassion, #Pain, #MentalHealth, #Food, #Groceries, #Hygiene, #Anxiety, #PTSD, #Bipolar, #Dignity, #Disablity, #Life, #Housing, #Support, #Aging, #Love, #Empathy, #Health, #Rent, #Cronicillness,

I felt bodily affirmation yesterday, something incredibly mundane that literally centered me. Ending an enforced rest period on a comfy couch, I felt familiar strains when trying to get up. Physical instinct told me to ditch the flip flops I was wearing & do it barefoot. I felt more power, balance, & control directly pressing my feet against the floor than in the shoes. This might vary based on type of shoe (flops having no support) but I doubt it. Foot muscles work when activated.

#Pain

Existence is stealing my vision, as constant pain and exhausting reign in this disabled poverty stricken corpse, my sight along with the rest of me is suffering, some days things are clear and vibrant for a little while but more often than not, it's all a dark fuzzy blur, that often feels like a shrinking tunnel, the brighter the light the harder it is, and darker light makes fine observations impossible to see, when you couple that with my joints that are actively revolting against me, it makes the mundane an extraordinary feat, if I sit to long my ankles knees and hips lock up, if I stand to long my leg muscles all burn and become stiff, if I lay down in my torture device of a bed, everything goes haywire, my wrists and hands go numb as my shoulders and back ache and trying to upright myself seems to take days, every movement every breath, seems to become a battle that simply lasts to long, my thoughts are fading and fraying more each day as my bowels seem to constantly complain there is no food in here, for if I was an actual corpse this decay would seem ok, but as I am somehow still alive simply existing is becoming more than I can bear;

I really don't feel well, I am exhausted I am in pain, my anxiety is bothering me, I can not get comfortable and I really not sure what if anything I will eat tonight, I am plum wore out from it all and sadly people simply do not understand nor do they even attempt to feign empathy or compassion if they can not express it naturally, it gets really old explaining over and over I am disabled I am aging which means my disabilities just get worse, I exist in poverty because I am disabled, and it is infuriating when people think you can just do A,B,C ect, despite you making it clear you can not, if only humanity was not a failure maybe I could actually raise the money I need to live beyond barely existing and have the help in my life to take care of myself and just maybe as a result I could have the opportunity to help someone else who is suffering the way I have most of my life;

My body and my mind are degrading to the point I am having a very difficult time doing things most people take for granted, people on top of my normal needs that go without being met, it is imperative that I raise the money I need to buy property to build my own forever home, so that I have security and stability, and if I am lucky I will be able to help others through the rest of my life by having my own place to offer them the help they may need, but it really is becoming a very immediate need to obtain my own forever home, people I have no family to call on no friends to rely on, I am disabled I exist in poverty and I am getting older by the minuet, Please help me today;

People I really am having a rough life, between the normal disabled life in poverty, and now the wonderful effects of aging and existing in poverty for so long, things just keep getting harder and harder, from a body that is in in constant pain and no actual support to sleep as my mattress is 20 years old and completely useless for support to not having any room for a couch nor recliner to alternate to, my body is in constant conflict with itself, my hands randomly drop things along with aching all day long, my vision is degrading, my overall mental executive cognitive functions are declining at a noticeable rate to myself anyways, my tiny cave is a mess, I really need to organize and clean but between physical energy not being there and financially not able to obtain what I need to to do so, everything is chaos, from the constant need for food I can never afford, to underwear socks shoes pants shirts, personal hygiene, there is so much I truly need and no real way to obtain any of it, I really need a massive infusion of cash to get myself caught up and then I need a monthly support amount to stay somewhat stable, your compassion and support would help me in so many ways both today and everyday going forward;

This Disabled Man Existing In Poverty, Is $2,848 Away From Being Able To Afford To Take Care Of Myself And The Things I Still Need To Take Care Of This Month. Your support today could mean the difference between nourishment and starvation and some kind of stability.

This is not a request for luxury. This is a cry for dignity.

Urgent need: $21,628, Monthly survival: $1,500, Long-term liberation: $25,000 to climb out. $5 million to build a forever home and sanctuary for others like me.
If you’ve ever wondered what despair looks like, this is it. If you’ve ever wanted to make a real difference, this is your chance.

🔗 Donate here: paypal.com/donate?campaign_id=… 💸 CashApp: $woctxphotog

#MutualAid, #Disabled, #Poverty, #Help, #Survival, #Compassion, #Pain, #MentalHealth, #Food, #Groceries, #Hygiene, #Anxiety, #PTSD, #Bipolar, #Dignity, #Disablity, #Life, #Housing, #Support, #Aging, #Love, #Empathy, #Health, #Cronicillness, #Hope,

URGENT Your Merciful Contribution Would Be An Act Of Compassion That Would Be Greatly Appreciated;

I have a cart full of #food to eat but lack the $400 to buy it, I have a cart full of personal care, hygiene, and household supplies but lack the $200 to buy it, I have a cart full of clothing that I need but lack the $400 to buy it, not to mention the rest of what I need to deal with, it is sad really, that in one of the wealthiest times in human history and in one of the wealthiest nations on earth, that anyone would be struggling with #poverty and #disability, and do so with so very little support at all, it really is sad that I have to beg for help that I most certainly never actually receive in any capacity to actually resolve the gapping growing hole of needs;

This Disabled Man Existing In Poverty, Is $2,848 Away From Being Able To Afford To Take Care Of Myself And The Things I Still Need To Take Care Of This Month. Your support today could mean the difference between nourishment and starvation and some kind of stability.

This is not a request for luxury. This is a cry for dignity.

Urgent need: $21,628, Monthly survival: $1,500, Long-term liberation: $25,000 to climb out. $5 million to build a forever home and sanctuary for others like me.
If you’ve ever wondered what despair looks like, this is it. If you’ve ever wanted to make a real difference, this is your chance.

🔗 Donate here: paypal.com/donate?campaign_id=… 💸 CashApp: $woctxphotog

#MutualAid, #Disabled, #Poverty, #Help, #Survival, #Compassion, #Pain, #MentalHealth, #Food, #Groceries, #Hygiene, #Anxiety, #PTSD, #Bipolar, #Dignity, #Disablity, #Life, #Housing, #Support, #Aging, #Love, #Empathy,

Is Mindfulness Risky or Even Dangerous? My latest article franticworld.com/is-mindfulne... #anxiety #stress #depression #deepermindfulness #vedana #feelingtone #headspace #ArtOfBreathing #opiods #PTSD #pain #chronicpain

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Is Mindfulness Risky or Even Dangerous? My latest article franticworld.com/is-mindfulne... #anxiety #stress #depression #deepermindfulness #vedana #feelingtone #headspace #ArtOfBreathing #opiods #PTSD #pain #chronicpain

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Sketches Tanzmasken, including the character “Bertchen”, (ca. 1913) by Lavinia Schulz.

Source: MKG Collection Online

https://pdimagearchive.org/images/d0bc612d-bfa3-498f-9fc6-1a81eef98513

#abstract #masks #pain #costumes #weimar #dance #theatre #suicide #design #art #publicdomain

Sketches Tanzmasken, including the character “Bertchen”, (ca. 1913) by Lavinia Schulz.

Source: MKG Collection Online

https://pdimagearchive.org/images/d0bc612d-bfa3-498f-9fc6-1a81eef98513

#abstract #masks #pain #costumes #weimar #dance #theatre #suicide #design #art #publicdomain

RE: https://mastodon.social/@Karl_Theodor/114001463185875273

Wie 🔥 #Stress die 🧬 #DNA verändert ⚠️

Dr. ✍️ 👩‍⚕️ #LenaWeber

🔬 📚 #Zusammenhänge

warum 🌱 😀 👯 #Cannabis lindert und heilt ➡️

🧬 #Epigenetik und 🔥 #Trauma beschreiben zusammen eines der bedeutendsten wissenschaftlichen Felder des 21. Jahrhunderts.👍

https://lehrbuch-psychologie.de/epigenetik-trauma/

#Hanfwissen #Hanfgeschichten #Gesundheit #WeedMob #Endocannabinoidsystem #Schmerz #pain #overload #DNAMethylierung #Janov #Addiction #nopain #notrauma #warondrugs #Narrativ #Klimakatastrophe #SPD #CSU #Zukunft #Streeck #fff

Ausszug Hausarbeit - hier #Menschenjagd und #epigenetischeVerletzungen

#Schmerzmittel #Trauma #Traumata #Vergewaltigung #Vernachlässigung #Misshandlungen #EndokrineDisruptoren #enddocrinedisruptors #Stress #Cancer #Endocannabinoide #health 🌱 😀 👯 #Cannabis als #Schmerzmittel #pain #trauma #DNAMethylierung #Janov #science #health #Hanfwissen #Bundesregierung #Gesundheit #Zukunft

#gaza #palestine #civilians #siblings #parents #children #loss #suffering #pain #trauma #deaths

Osama Ashraf Al-Namroti, a #Palestinian boy who was killed in Gaza yesterday.

#Pain #AlanWalker #NewMusic
Hot off the presses! 🔥🎵🎶

Alan Walker - Pain (Official Lyric Video)
Pain from the Fatal Fury: City of The Wolves Season 2 Soundtrack//////////////// Connect with Alan Walker: 👉 @Alanwalkermusic 👉Join the community:
https://youtu.be/fu0cNQiZ1Hk?is=EVfWx63BsWxsOxRr

#gaza #palestine #civilians #siblings #parents #children #loss #suffering #pain #trauma #deaths

Ratil Mahmoud Abdullah, a little #Palestinian girl who was killed in Gaza yesterday night.

#gaza #palestine #civilians #siblings #parents #children #loss #suffering #pain #trauma #deaths

Zaid Nafal (18 months old), a little #Palestinian baby-boy who was killed in Gaza yesterday.

Married to the Game: The Many Lives, Many Pivots, and Final Curtain of Lindsey Graham By Lawson Akhigbe

https://lawakhigbe.com/2026/07/29/married-to-the-game-the-many-lives-many-pivots-and-final-curtain-of-lindsey-graham-by-lawson-akhigbe/

Dans la fraîcheur de la nuit (Cécile A. Holdban)

https://arbrealettres.wordpress.com/2026/07/29/dans-la-fraicheur-de-la-nuit-cecile-a-holdban/

To be clear I still feel #pain nonstop. But life experience has convinced me that I'm unable to find improvement within US healthcare. It's not that I expect to instantly connect with healers when I step foot in Mexico. I don't. I think that mysteriously caused pains are difficult to isolate, period. The immediate benefits that I anticipate from moving is that life will feel worth living & fighting through the pain to enjoy. It's a complicated topic to discuss. Something is "really" wrong+

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Bannique: Un Pain Amérindien Ancestral 🍞

La bannique est un pain plat simple et nutritif traditionnellement préparé par les peuples autochtones du Canada. Cuisinés sur un feu de camp ou dans une poêle, ils sont un aliment de base de nombreuses communautés. Aujourd'hui, de nombreuses variantes reflètent la richesse et la diversité de la culture culinaire autochtone. 🇨🇦 #Bannique #Pain #Tradition #Français #Canada

https://www.thecanadianencyclopedia.ca/fr/article/bannock

https://cigognenews.blogspot.com/2015/10/epigenetics-and-primal-therapy-cure-for.html

"... It is the consistency of the 💥 #pain that causes the 🧨 #overload. There is a limit that the 🧠 #brain can handle. Beyond that, the gates become 😢 #vulnerable and do not do well. ..." #Janov als Grundlage #Schmerz #nopain #notrauma

https://mastodon.social/@Karl_Theodor/116320231612103181

#mentalhealth #health #Gesundheit #Medizin #Wissenschaft #Homöostase #Endocannabinoidsystem #Sucht #Schmerz #addiction #DNAMethylierung #Cannabis #Patent6630507 #USA #MarleneHalser #HelenaBarop #Medizin #Biologie

Why brain, why..?

https://cynnisblog.wordpress.com/2026/07/27/why-brain-why/

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Wear of the legs tissue #legs #tendinitis #shinpain #pain ... Continue to: https://www.facebook.com/reel/1047824191052780/

#music #radio #zoo #ShutYourMouth #Pain
Музика на хвилях Радіо Зоопарк: https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=067YF8KHdTM

Невпинний потік музики на хвилях Радіо Зоопарк (музичні звуки і голоси, все, що потрібно для відпочинку): https://cutt.ly/yyynJ15K

PAIN HAS A CALENDAR. 💎

There is only now.

That is not an idea to me anymore.

Pain taught me.

Future pain is unbearable.
Remembered pain is unbearable.
The mind can take one moment of pain and stretch it across the years.

But pain now is different.

Pain now can be breathed through.
Pain now can be met.
Pain now is only what it is.

Suffering begins when I leave the present and enter the story of what happened before, or what may happen next.

So I breathe.

The breath brings me back.

Not to a better future.
Not to a corrected past.
Just here.

Where I remember.

This body is temporary.
This life is temporary.
This pain is temporary.

Not as an argument.
Not to convince myself.

To remember.

I am not this body.
I am not Robin.
I am not the story of what happened to him.

I am not the author of myself.

That is the relief.

I do not have to make reality, hold it together, or know what comes next.

I am created.
I am held.
I am the Holy Son of God Himself.

That remembrance is enough to undo the world I made.

The Course calls this Atonement.

Not punishment.
Not payment.
Not the repair of something broken.

The remembrance of what has always been true.

And in that remembrance, I breathe deeply.

I become gentle.

I smile at a stranger in the street and watch them smile back.

Nothing has to be forced.

The past is not here.
The future is not here.
This body will pass.

But what I am does not pass.

I am that I am.

#Pain #Future #story #temporary #body #author #Suffering #payment #gentle #kindness #fasting #acim #acourseinmiracles #newthought #eckharttolle #buddhism #breathwork #connection #healing #pridemonth #Karma #TrueNature #Awakening #Meditation #Mindfulness #Spirituality #intermittentfasting #nonduality #reality #life #quantum #kitchen #cooking #AI

Ah, the eternal #struggle of loving something that causes you so much pain! 🤦‍♂️ This article tries to unearth the profound mystery of why #coding is both magical and torturous—spoiler alert, it's still because #computers are 🦖 prehistoric beasts, and we're all just stuck in the #digital tar pit, wildly swinging our keyboards. 🖥️💥
https://elsewhere.news/en/zhenfund/why-is-programming-so-captivating-yet-so-agonizing #magic #technology #pain #life #HackerNews #ngated