So, I’ve been messing about with making herbal remedies. I KNOW! I’m a fucking hippy or something. To make it worse the ingredients are infused oils I made myself from plants I grew in the backyard. Not only am I a hippy but I’m a fucking dork as well.
the salve i made last night came out awesome though. I used beeswax, coconut oil and vitamin e oil from the store and dried calendula from the market and the chamomile, comfrey and lavender from my backyard. It smells a little hinky since I used the coconut oil that still smells vaguely of coconut but it still smells yummy. I rubbed it all over jack’s bug bites and other wounds this morning.
Now, I must move on to making lotions. I will get shea butter today and the non-smelly coconut oil.
Last night as I was slaving over a hot stove making totally pointless salves I was wondering, ‘does everyone do this? Like, have 30 million projects all done half-assed and then forgotten about in like 5 minutes?”.
I think I’ve been a little bit insane for the past 5 years. My new theory is that the structure of work kept me in line. For 10 hours a day I was basically forced to be somewhat on task although I was a mediocre employee for a lot of reasons. one of them was that I couldn’t quite feel any enthusiasm for the business and another is that I could never concentrate enough to keep learning all the stuff I needed to learn and that always stressed me out and that combination made me ultra unambitious. But, like every other damn thing in my life, I can coast because I am reasonably smart.
back to lotion…
so, yeah. I’ll waste most of today making lotions when I should be doing other more useful stuff like sewing myself sleazy outfits. I looked around my bathroom this morning and just visible from the toilet were about 6 different lotion-y type things. Some of them EXTREMELY old probably purchased about 5 years ago. MUST.MAKE.LOTION.NOW.
Tomorrow is my birthday! Wheeee!
Here is a picture of my cat with her head in a watering can.
and in other other news, we have a fuck-ton of plums in the backyard. They are delish.
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There are certain items one must always spend a good amount of money on to ensure excellent quality. One of those things is furniture.
Have a really kick-ass birthday. Have such a kick-ass birthday that it needs a cigarette afterwards.
Then, mail me some plums.
and shoes.
and if i could trade in a for a new brain i would so be on that shit.
Yes, and shoes. I also feel perfume and sunglasses should be on that list.
I know this isn’t the answer you seek, but I must say, the Venlafaxine (Effexor) has been life changing for me. It helps not only with the depression but also with the anxiety. I’m also not stoned all the time, either.
I want more reports on the salve and lotion projects! I am exactly the same kind of dork. I want my brain mapped – just out of curiosity. They can take pictures of your brain that show how a person with ADD’s brain looks different – I think they can do the same with other mental issues too. Even if I already know what my issues are – I would love to have a scan or a pic of my brain that SHOWS that shit so the next time someone says the only thing wrong with me is a lack of B12 – I can smack them in the face with science.
Ultimately – having a child is what made all my issues suddenly sharpen and become impossible to deal with or shrug off in ways I always had done before. Medication and therapy is what has made life bearable and made parenting possible. But everyone has to find their own road to mental health in the ways that work for them – maybe the activity of making natural salves and lotions feeds your spirit in a necessary way. If nothing else – you’ve got kick-ass home remedies to use.
“I cant focus, I fidget, I sucked in school, I can’t remember shit, i give up easily, I’m depressed”
You have a condition known as “being human”, it’s chronic and incurable, furthermore you shouldn’t let other people tell you is has to be cured.
you are an idiot and an ass. do you say the same thing to people who say things like my vision is fuzzy or whatever? no. clearly you have no idea what depression means. keep your medical diagnosis to yourself and leave it to people who have trained for it.
You assume I have not been fighting ongoing depression as well. I just deal with it differently than society expects me to. I do not consider it a “disease to be cured” but rather a judgement by others of how I do not fit into the mold I am expected to.
Exactly how you are judging my response here based on what you are expecting me to say.
I was attempting to say that you should not believe other people when they call imperfections something that needs to be cured.
But then I guess it’s easier to call someone an “idiot and an ass” rather than ask them to explain exactly what they mean. *shrug*