Fingernail & Toenail Clippings Are All I Can Think Of
If it was not for our hair, we would be in one heck of a spot.
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For The Record
I just wanted to make sure you realized that you are not being charged for your own carbon.
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In Your Own
Your carbon belongs in your own diamonds just as much as it belongs in your own hair.
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Fire
We are here due to the need. We have blood so we can bleed. Go ahead and have your fun. All I want is to be done. We are here to become pure. We are diseased and seek the cure. The truth is clear once it is learned. We want the warmth but will be burned. We wish to hold that fierce bright light. We grasp the fire with our sight. My soul found out fire could roast. I had to scrape it like burnt toast. We must leave fire alone. I feel the cold in every bone. I will freeze before I burn. You must decide when comes your turn.
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This Is Where I Stand
Now that we have celebratory diamonds, I am in favor of the minoxidil route and toupées are just completely out of the question.
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Love Is A House
Love is a house that most of us want to own. We desire the comfort and protection that it provides. We become more vulnerable without it. We can spend a great deal of time looking for the right house. Some of us never find the house that we were looking for. Love is a House (1987), by the Force M.D.s, is a song about finding the right house. The right house can shelter us for a lifetime.
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Pretty Blue Sparks
When I was around two years old, I became very upset when a metallic part broke off of the toy truck that I was playing with. I was not crying over spilled milk. I was crying because I could see the spilled milk. It bothered me that the metallic part was still in my presence. I picked it up and closed my eyes. I threw it and then opened my eyes. It was still in my presence. I crawled over and picked it up again. I closed my eyes and threw it again. When I opened my eyes, it was still in my presence. I looked around and saw some small holes in a wall where I could get rid of this metallic part. I pushed it into one of the small holes and saw some pretty blue sparks. It was a miracle that I did not get electrocuted from the wall socket. I recall this as my earliest experience with obsessive-compulsive disorder.
When I was eighteen years old, my obsessive-compulsive disorder had just about taken over my life. I did not know what was happening with myself. I attributed the horrendous thoughts that I was having to my rotten childhood. Obsessive-compulsive disorder is a condition in which one’s own brain sends one false messages. The messages seem real. It is as if your brain is telling you lies. I did not immediately seek help because I reasoned that no therapist would be able to talk me out of having these thoughts. It never occurred to me that my suffering was due to a chemical imbalance. I came to the end of my rope at nineteen years old. I sought therapy and found out that I have obsessive-compulsive disorder.
My doctor informed me that I had the worst case of obsessive-compulsive disorder he had ever treated. I was dealing with unwanted thoughts every minute of every wakeful hour. Clomipramine took away about 90% of my symptoms. I noticed that my brain felt normal again. I remembered what normal felt like for me. It no longer felt like there was a void in my head. The remaining 10% of my symptoms can be overwhelming but I do the best I can. When your brain declares war on you, there is no place to retreat. Still, I will not surrender.
The purpose of this post is to spread awareness. I wish that I had come across one like it when I needed answers at the age of eighteen. There are a number of conditions that involve unwanted thoughts due to a chemical imbalance. Take a look at yourself and your loved ones. Observe how your little ones play with toys and others. We do not seek help until we realize that we can be helped.
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