the hidden face of disABILITY.

I want to sit on the steps of old buildings, lie back and look up at the night’s glory. I want to put my earphones in and close my eyes, feel the hard stone beneath me and the warm summer breath around me.

LIFing - moment number *[1]

music-ex-machina:

Lia Ices - Love Is Won

A natural remedy to everything ugly… A beautiful sound.

Open your eyes to the beauty of possibility.

cranquis:

baffledinbrooklyn:

is there anything you recommend to get rid of headaches and menstrual pain? i am allergic to pretty much all OTC pain meds that i know of.

Anonymous

NOTE: I’m re-posting this in a reblog-able format by request.

If you talk to 10 people who get headaches on a regular basis they’ll…

The OA Decompression taught in this post has helped many of my patients with headache and neck pain (including Mrs. Cranquis!).

Thanks for reposting so I could reblog, Dr. B! :)

Spread knowledge.

Lots of really neat looks to check out!

Being disabled means that I sometimes (well usually) can’t get up to even bend over to wash my face for long, let alone make myself feel glam-ified every day…

This site really gets me excited for funny ideas… So when I’m laying in bed - full of anger and desperation - ill look up sites like this one and say, “This is something I’m gooing to try the next time I feel better.”

*my next look to try is the heart braid. Absolutely gorgeous, (and worth looking forward to— I wonder how hard it is to do) - I shall post the look as soon as I have accomplished it :)

vicemag:

It’s Friday, which means you’re potentially thinking about finishing off a tough week by sucking back some sweet, sweet booze. (I, for one, am wearing a t-shirt depicting a cartoon 40 passed out in his own malt vomit.) But just because you like to get blackfaded, yell along to Kelly Clarkson, and generally do your best to wash away the terror of everyday life in a tidal wave of gin and tonic doesn’t mean you needn’t be responsible.

It’s been three years since the New York Times said that texting while driving is worse than driving drunk, and I can’t imagine that tweeting is any less distracting. So, yeah, you probably shouldn’t do that. But we’re humans, and we have a knack for breaking every bad idea barrier out there. So, as a reminder that nearly 11,000 people died in alcohol-impaired accidents in 2009, here are a bunch of people that tweeted about driving drunk while driving drunk. SMDH.

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It takes a second to save a life- or take one -
It takes at least ten seconds to post/tweet/facebook something worth tying.
—I have saved at least ten lives by not posting and driving… No matter how important I’ve ever thought my ‘thoughts’ were.

Seize life - anyway that you can, any means necessary.

It is summer 2012- officially for me. The summer has quickly progressed for many people around me, each weekend filled with a continued sense of adventure and life; all the better, each passing warm Iowa day has ensured that the nights of dancing, days of leisure, are absolutely basking in golden beauty.

For me, a 21 year old woman with an ‘invisible disability,’ my days are shadowed remnants of a life once promised. I live with constant, severe, debilitating chronic pain caused by a growth in my brain— an actual condition that causes migraines, body pain, severe back problems&pain, constant fatigue, insomnia, loss of finer balance skills& much more. The curse with which my days are plagued is called Chiari.

Most days, I can barely get out of bed due to the pain… I am plagued with countless bottles of medication& a pain patch I wear that is 16x stronger than morphine— which, only takes the highest peak off of pain & I suppose, in that, holds me back from the grasp of inanity.

But this week… This week was the week that things happened. I did things. I left the house. I smiled.

I’ll post the video of my first night following a good day( Thursday I believe it was ) - a day where although the pain followed me like a loyal shadow, I got up. I don’t think unless you are in my shoes you can understand what those three words really mean, but the point of this whole blog is so that I may try - try to show a life: a life of pain, but also a life of pure momentary bliss— where moments are fleeting but all the more beautiful with the knowledge of their temporary state.