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Moon Over Bergen (by Espen Haagensen)

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Useful Life Hacks To Get Rid of Pests

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Kirlian photography refers to a form of contact print photography, theoretically associated with high-voltage. It is named after Semyon Kirlian, who in 1939 accidentally discovered that if an object on a photographic plate is subjected to a strong electric field, an image is created on the plate.

In controversial metaphysical contexts, Kirlian photography, Kirlian energy, and so on, are sometimes referred to as just ‘Kirlian’. Kirlian made controversial claims that his method showed proof of supernatural auras, said to resemble a rough outline of the object like a colorful halo.

Kirlian proposed and promoted the idea that the resulting images of living objects were a physical proof of the life force or aura which allegedly surrounds all living beings. This claim was said to be supported by experiments by the Kirlians that involved cutting part of a leaf off - the Kirlian images of such leaves, it was said, still showed the leaves as whole, as though the cutting had never happened.

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I love people who are open-minded. People who just vibe with whatever you can talk about. You can talk about anything and everything.

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Cooper Now! May 2017 Loves playing with his sister and swimming in our pool and in the ocean at the dog beach! We are very blessed!

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Cooper May 2015 4-5 months old

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2014, 120 pounds

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My Anxiety Story

In honor of May being Mental Health Awareness Month, I'm going to get deeply honest with you. In 2014 I may have looked extremely healthy and well off being 20 pounds lighter than I am now... but I was not. I was extremely sick and everyday was such an intense struggle to be happy and enjoy life. While I did not have an eating disorder or anything like that... I was mentally very unwell. My life consisted of me feeling like I was always about to die. I had the most intense panic disorder you could imagine. Everyday was like living in a nightmare. I did everything I thought I should do to combat it (excercise, meditation, yoga) and the truth is... nothing worked... or if it did... it didn't last. I never saw a doctor because I convinced myself it was my own fault and something I could control. I was working at a swim school for children and I would be in the pool with these kids whose lives were in my care if they couldn't float, and I would feel my heart drop in my chest all of a sudden... that was a trigger and adrenaline realeased and then all bets were off... FULL ON PANIC MODE!!! ... suddenly I couldn't breathe, I was dizzy, my heart was pounding and uneven in my chest. I had to get out of the pool. This meant everyone had to get out in my lane. The disappointment in myself that I felt just sucked. Letting these kids down, my management team. At first I thought I could control it and it would stop.. but I ended up having to quit because it I couldn't, and It didn't! A part of me really loved that job and changing kids lives... teaching them a life skill. the love and excitement certain ones had to see you every week... it was an extremely rewarding job. The managers were also extremely understanding and never shamed me for not being able to do my job because of how I felt. I was very honest with them and they were very supportive and I appreciate that so much but I decided myself it wasn't physically possible for me anymore. I felt helpless and so so so very weak... but I had for a while. I kept on living my life from that point on stuck in my room, too afraid to move. I got a puppy named Cooper in May 2015. He was 4 months old and had been abused and mistreated. He was the sweetest boy and became my trusty companion. He got me to go outside more (though for short periods of time) I felt a little better... we helped each other. We really did. He didn't know how to walk really, his toe nails were brown and he was skinny with a pudgy stomach. I got him on better food, took him for walks and have him the love he deserved! He was my cuddle buddy and companion. It definitely helped me beyond measure. I taught him to run and play and be a regular dog, and he helped calm me and support me. If I became afraid I could just hold him and love on him and it made me feel better. Though I had Cooper... I still had these panic attacks where I started to feel the beginnings of a disassociation from my environment and I began to not recognize anything It felt like I was in a dream or another alternate dimension... I was convinced "something was off" and wrong about reality. My body heated up like it was on fire and I had to remove my clothes and open the front door and lay in the doorway because the window wasn't cool enough. Once the panic episode was over and I came back to earth that's when I realized I really needed to get help! I couldn't put this off anymore and try to control it. I had completely lost what control I had left over myself as time went on. So, yes, eventually (after 2 years of this torture) I got to the point where I realized this is NOT just me, and my thoughts creating this... there's something fundamentally wrong... my brain is not functioning like a normal person. That was a huge, huge, moment. With the stigma that surrounds mental illness it can be hard to admit defeat and say... this is a bit beyond my own control... and that I Need Help! When I was able to do this my life changed. I saw a doctor and I was put on an SSRI (selective serotonin reuptake inhibitor) or commonly referred to as an 'anti-depressant'... Lexapro...though clearly my problem was not depression, it was anxiety. At first I was extremely skeptical but then I did research and I thought about it and realized what this medicine actually does. When you have constant/chronic anxiety and fear it is because the chemicals in your brain are unbalanced. SSRIs actually even out the serotonin in your brain to the levels it should be and nothing more. After a few weeks I noticed changes right away... I was no longer constantly in fear. I could breathe normally again! I didn't feel agoraphobic about anywhere outside my bedroom anymore! I got my life back. Honestly, the medicine does have its draw backs... like emotions tend to be more muted... I rarely cry (I used to be a big cryer lol), I gained weight, and sex drive is not as strong( it's not non existent just not super high)... all these things... though they may be slightly bothersome at times is nothing in comparison to how I used to live and I wouldn't trade anything to go back to that state of fear I used to live in constantly. I'm really happy now, though I still have anxiety in certain situations ( like driving on the 405 ) it's completely manageable. The important thing is that I still feel like me, and my life is in my hands again and I'm not hiding from reality! It's important to not be ashamed of our struggles because believe me everyone has them, and sharing them can really bring understanding, love, and bring us all together despite our other differences. I hope this story inspires someone whose going through mental illness to not be afraid to tell people and seek help. It doesn't make you weak, or any less than anyone else. It actually makes you strong to go out and deal with your problems because humans ... yeah we all have problems and I think if you deny them and push them under the rug it means you are weaker. Strong are those who are unapologetically themselves, faults and all. Those who truly love you and care about you will still be there (thank you Christian and Mom, I love you!) That's all that matters. You sharing your story can make a difference in someone else's life. These struggles made you the bad ass you are today! It made you stronger! Be proud of yourself for how far you have come! Much love to all! Alanna