Judy2

do you think taking creatine consistently is worth it? might be a better question.

sorry i take it back, maybe this was a stupid question or i should have phrased it differently.

i am worried about my inability to relax or be happy. this is such an ongoing issue. i have been making posts about it on this forum for years...that i'm either bored or stressed, or that i don't know how to be happy. this makes me sad. i'm either so devoid of energy - despite the iron infusion, despite taking vitamin D - or i'm stressed about my schedule, what i have to get done, anxious about upcoming events. the only time i'm ever happy is when i have foolish fantasies about how things could be better, if only i did x, y, z or if good things came my way. so that doesn't really count, given that those things hardly ever end up bringing me real happiness. i have to be better, do better all the time, focus on external things....or else i'll just feel empty. things aren't okay yet...so the only thing that can make me happy is the thought of a better future. because look at how ugly everything is now, how ugly i am...i couldn't possibly sit with that and just leave it be, how would i? and i guess i'm either depressed and do nothing, or i chase after some silly fantasy of how yoga or a different gym routine might suddenly make me a better person, or if i read my French book, or if i embroidered more, if only i stuck to my skin care routine, if i had prettier clothes to wear, if i finally figured out how to curl my hair every day...this list goes on and on and on, and all i do to give my life meaning is just so meaningless, so futile, because it never stops me feeling empty. i feel so empty and hollow. i try so hard to stop this, but i haven't managed in all those years. never seem to get the hang of it ...sad.

He left (several years ago) and is doing his own thing now.

i thought you were busy enough playing Freud?

sorry...i'm very tempted to remind you that both creatine and insomnia are just thoughts. i'll shut up now:) Nahm is no longer an active member of this forum.

Gluten is just a thought Nahm is just a thought a thought is just a thought.. and who is the i that claims to be gluten intolerant, i wonder? are there two i-s, the one that is gluten intolerant and the one that thinks about being gluten intolerant? ...no, there is only one i, one Self...

i had my iron infusion today, so now i can say that i have been properly infused with iron... i'll have to see what i can do to stop this from needing to happen again. the needle was quite scary. i hate needles.... there's no way i'm ever gonna become a heroin addict or anything like that in this lifetime, i think, because it's so freaky when they pierce into the vein...yikes. the nurse thought it was funny that i am so squeamish and sensitive, and it made me think that i used to be much more scared in general, but apparently there's still some authentic fearfulness left to my personality. in fact, i pondered, i cover pretty much all the basics when it comes to fears: i've got moderate levels of claustrophobia, fear of heights, darkness, exams and presentations, spiders, moths and other insects, drowning. my fear of drowning is funny because i still like to dive/swim underwater for long distances until i have to come up to catch my breath...but i still have all these movie scenes in mind where people go scuba diving in a cave, get stuck and drown.. so that's the scenario i'm scared of, though it's quite unlikely this will ever happen to me. i don't swim in lakes, either, because i'm scared a fish could eat me. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_phobias

you made it sound like you're like 80 lol. why not make this a "for now" decision, rather than a "forever" decision?

i was as pathetic as to go through some old photo albums, while i was still at the house - and i found one of the most beautiful pictures i've ever seen: my mum holding my brother in her arms, when he was still a toddler, and they were both smiling so wide. i hadn't been born yet when the picture was taken, and it's funny to see that version of my mum, and even funnier to think that there was a version of my brother that i've never met in person, even though he's been there all my life... anyway, most beautiful picture on this planet, as of now. can't wait to have one of me holding my own child.

i've been dreaming for four nights in a row that i'm still in high school and i'll have to take my A-levels all over again. jesus, lol. my theory is that this isn't just mental pressure, though? sometimes you still feel your body in bed while dreaming and if it's uncomfortable during sleep, the brain tends to weave that into your dreams. happens a lot for me, anyway.

i correct my statement...this isn't just sad, it's extremely sad. to be staying at a house that two people who loved each other have made a home and lived in until they died. i wanna take EVERYTHING and take it home with me, or else it'll all go to waste. i want my grandma to know that i care about her belongings, and i see the love attached to them. her little spoons and trays and picture frames, the sun magnet in the kitchen,... maybe it's a bit shallow that this is all tied to objects now. i have little to remember them both by, anyway...except this house, which i seem to know inside out, now that i'm here again. or maybe i'm just sad for my childhood, at this point, more than i am for the loss of my grandparents - i've made peace with that a long time ago.

i'm at my late grandparents' house now, and it is much sadder than expected. it's such a lovely home, with so many details, so much love put into it. in a lovely town, too. and we'll just have to tear it all down (only metaphorically speaking, in this case) and abandon it. guess i'm also exhausted from the train ride, which was much longer than planned because someone committed suicide on the tracks, so we had to re-route. i had planned to leave again tomorrow, but i think i'll stay for two nights, maybe go shopping and walk around town tomorrow, visit the graveyard.... and appreciate this place one last time? the funny thing is, i was expecting zero emotionality, but now it sort of hit me. i guess i didn't even remember all the things i could miss here, and now i immersed myself right in them - to stir it all up and miss it even more after that, i guess? it's been ages since the last time i was here. i was like 16, and that was just for one day, we didn't even stay the night. it does feel sad, to stay here, now....knowing it'll all be gone right after.

sounds good:)

okay, i get that i hope future generations figure out how to resolve this issue. it affects a lot of people, from what i have heard.