Sincerely, The Empath.
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I loath putting chemicals in my body. Yet i love how they mingle with my prostaglandins.Like, “hey prostaglandins, I’m acetaminophen. I’m just here to stop you from working (too hard).”If you havent heard, Chicago area has been hit with record low temperatures. And my body chemistry is NOT happy. I fought it all day Wednesday. I tried to rub my neck, my face and sleep. But my brain remained on fire, on and off. By 4:44am my brain was brutally distressed. I felt a wommmmp wommmp wommmp in my eyeballs, and my stomach in my throat.That it! I’m blindly getting the medicine. I have had enough. The Starseed in me cries because I know in my heart that it’s going to block my abilities to reach people. The human in me cries from relief, then smiles.The body wins; the mind settles. It no longer really has a choice. And I wondered what messages I’m missing from the universe. I can feel my anxiety growing as I keep wondering.Stop. It.Repear after me, “I can’t help the world if I can’t help myself. I can’t help the world if I can’t help MYSELF.”It’s ok to take care of myself.