If 4 month old chinchilla pee, vaporized, was in any way dangerous both Russia and the US would have chinchilla armies
Now that I no longer piss (heh) away my creativity by shrimping on my computer with a beer in hand, perhaps I´ll find the inspiration to sketch a Russian chinchilla commando fighting a US suit-clad CIA chinchilla operator
I have only ever had one sauna & it was wonderful. I could do with one today as my chest is mucky. It's a doozy of a hay fever season here.
Heikki is such a character!
Sorry about the hay season and chest muck! Heikki is indeed a character. Couldn´t imagine my life without him :3
I had some intense trauma flashbacks last night but was able to surf the feelings and eventually fell asleep. I had nightmares but woke up refreshed. I had an online meeting with an autism assistance person and basically gave her a crash course to SMART and she was excited. She agreed that this program HAS to get started in Finland. For a country with a massive historical and ongoing alcohol crisis, it´s abhorrent that the only help available is 3-5-day long detox and then AA.
I´m not going to promise I´ll never drink again, because no one can see the future. What matters is that I can look forward and imagine myself doing all sorts of things from sitting and relaxing at home to going to restaurants to eating ice cream in the park, and not feeling a shred of FOMO about alcohol not being involved in any of those things. But I also no longer feel shame about the time I spent acquiring, drinking, and recovering from alcohol. It was the only escape I could imagine from the unbearable pain and shame I have been living with due to my trauma. But now my life is different, it´s safe, I´m safe. I no longer need that crutch. The me who would wander along the railroad tracks with a bottle of whiskey in hand and drowning my anxiety and desperation and the voices in my head just honestly didn´t know better and didn´t see a way out. Those times were needed so I could finally get things to click: I have always associated alcohol with misery, not pleasure. My ideas of misery and pleasure were just so messed up due to intense trauma that it took me a while to tell the blue wire from the red and choose which one to cut. I´m free now. I´m in the present, doing what needs to be done and feeling what needs to be felt in this moment.
Last night I spent a while giggling about the newest Rick & Morty season and the Hell Demons episode (parodying Hellraiser). The demons that love suffering are such an apt metaphor for trying to deal with trauma via addictive behaviors. Sadly there´s no pre-existing clip of the scene where Beth and Jerry dress up as "Dartboard face" and "Marlin Guts" and get into an argument with the doorman in Hell (
"I suppose those are your names, but I find them nowhere on my list, which brings me pain, which brings me pleasure"), but you´ll get the point from this clip: