#body depression

[lacan-psychoananalysisaspraxis]

self-affirmation does not deliver relief from the discomfort experienced. The being retains its opacity. Psychoanalysis welcomes everyone’s differences without prejudice, and it invites everyone to produce what is most unique. Psychoanalysis is therefore not normative. This does not mean, however, that it agrees to bow to identity politics. Such politics, in fact, are powerless to treat the suffering these subjects testify to.

How topical is the theme of interpretation ?

Agnès Aflalo:

People have never expressed themselves as much as they do today. We talk about ourselves all the time, even in the most intimate detail, particularly on social networks. To the extent that for some, it is enough to say: “I am what I say I am” to think that they really are. There are different ways of doing so: I’m dys, HIP, trans, autistic, etc. This self-nomination wills to no longer be a symptom, but a lifestyle which tends to prohibit any questioning, any interpretation, as if the being had become transparent to itself.

However, experience shows that we must go through the Other again because self-affirmation does not deliver relief from the discomfort experienced. The being retains its opacity. Psychoanalysis welcomes everyone’s differences without prejudice, and it invites everyone to produce what is most unique. Psychoanalysis is therefore not normative. This does not mean, however, that it agrees to bow to identity politics. Such politics, in fact, are powerless to treat the suffering these subjects testify to.

Interview with Agnès Aflalo. Alexandre Gilbert Gallerie Chappe.

[bixels]

me too, luna.

[dangeroustaintedflawed]

[120daysofsodomm]

[somewhatsentientspellbook]

There's just something so fascinating about the way the Exandrian pantheon has decided to handle the Aeor Situation™ - by electing a few of their kind to be born as mortals in order to infiltrate the city.

The first to bring herself low was Ioun, and I can only imagine how lonely that must have been for her. To feel infinite wisdom creeping into her adolescent mind? To rise through Aeor's ranks knowing what they'd do to her if the authorities discovered the truth of her existence? Waiting, hoping, perhaps even praying that the other gods would follow through with the plan.

Sarenrae has a husband and children as Trist. I can't help but consider the parallels to Liliana Temult, with a 'higher calling' pulling a mother away from her family. The conversations in the temple suggest that she would have been aware of what she was by the time she started her family. Yet she loves them, cherishes them, even knowing that she might not see them again. Will Amaris, Haylie, and Topher learn that Trist is a goddess? Or will that only be discovered when they find their way to her realm in Elysium?

The Matron was once mortal, and she willingly returned to that form in order to help her newfound siblings dismantle the Aeorian threat. Her steward since childhood was Purvan, helping raise and guide her despite his old age. Imagine being a little girl, guarded by the Champion of Ravens himself and his wolven companion, completely unaware of your own divinity until later in life. Imagine the night she woke up, remembering her ascendency, seeing Purvan and recognising him.

And what of the families that gave birth to and raised the four Betrayer Gods? What of the halfling family who watched their precocious daughter scale a fence with far too much ease than it should be? The day the tortle's parents found him crying in pain and tearing at his skin to distract himself from a memory so distant and yet so real? Or Milo, who became a priest, not to follow in the light of the Dawnfather (like his parents may have thought), but to mock his brother even as a mortal?

These gods spent entire childhoods with families and friends, taking refuge from the skirmishes caused by their other siblings. Who, despite those similarities, have very different opinions of humanity, of Aeor, and themselves.

[willyhoos]

you, and what little remains of your brother.

[creekfiend]

I have this concept of like, a bunch of sirens that lure you into the rocks and crush you to death but they don't mean to and they are actually just trying to help they just suck so bad at helping that every time they end up shipwrecking a bunch of people on jagged rocks and then they're like. not again. how does this keep happening

they are a metaphor for the immune system and also. for OCD. thank you for your time

[lacan-psychoananalysisaspraxis]

A psychoanalysis, consists in speaking freely, in not hushing the ideas that go through your head, like we’re doing right now. Little by little, from within your own words, another meaning forms and surprises you, then falls apart, taking the pain with it.

A psychoanalysis, consists in speaking freely, in not hushing the ideas that go through your head, like we’re doing right now. Little by little, from within your own words, another meaning forms and surprises you, then falls apart, taking the pain with it. Usually, you discover just how conditioned you had been by apparently minute elements encountered in hazardous circumstances: things from childhood, meetings, certain words said to you, and we keep coming back to them until the malevolent charge of these elements softens. Each case is different.

Jacques-Alain Miller, ‘Response to the Anti-Freudians’, Le Point, 22.09.05.

[120daysofsodomm]

art by Matt Hunter

[ed-recoverry]

I love you everyone with crooked teeth!

I love you everyone with yellow teeth!

I love you everyone who has braces!

I love you everyone who wears headgear!

I love you everyone with missing teeth!

I love you everyone with fake teeth!

I love you everyone with gaps between their teeth!

Keep smiling! It’s beautiful!

[tea-cat-arts]

Shen Yuan getting transported into pidw isn't "the system punishing him for being a lazy internet hater," but instead representative of "step 1 of the creative process: getting so mad at something you decide to go write your own fucking book" in this essay I will

[guardianspirits13]

Bouncing off all of the fanfics where the Dead Boys are brought back to life again for a period of time to suggest that their thoughts on it are the opposite of what you’d anticipate based on their perception of the living while they’re ghosts. Charles sorely misses living while a ghost, despite all the awful, awful things he was subjected to. Edwin, despite 70+ years in Hell, is perfectly content as a ghost and finds the living distasteful to a degree.

But, when they get hit by an “aliving” spell, that’s not how it goes down at all.

Edwin has not been in a human body for over a century- and even then only got sixteen years of it- so he forgets how much he was missing as a ghost. Actually being able to feel things- the warmth of human touch, the breeze through his hair, the texture of worn book pages. The smell of petrichor after rain, a warm cup of sweet tea. Even just sleeping and having the ability to give his overactive mind a break. He’s forgotten how many good things there were about being alive.

Charles, as expected, is thrilled to be alive again and his first few days on solid ground are a whirlwind, but his energy is short lived. He frequently sleeps over 12 hours a night, and can’t bring himself to get out from under the covers for another hour longer. His appetite fades quickly, and he finds that foods he’s been craving for 35 years just don’t taste the same. Initially he chalks it up to his mind and body readjusting to human life (despite Edwin having none of the same issues), and continues enjoying what he can. But eventually, it becomes clear that something is very very wrong. His right arm that he shattered at age 14 (and didn’t get properly treated for days) begins to ache again. Sudden touches are no longer a gentle spectral sensation, but an unexpected pressure that he shrinks away from. His body feels heavy, and his energy drains quickly if he has any to begin with.

It turns out that over three decades of repressed physical and emotional trauma took its toll on him, and he had naïvely forgotten-or perhaps willfully omitted- the struggle that was his life when he wasn’t out kissing girls and pretending like his father didn’t exist.

Edwin feels a sense of freedom in being human again, away from all the supernatural trauma he has endured, while for Charles it is more of a burden than he ever recalled it being.

[glitter-stained]

"jason fucks with the family by pretending to be a ghost and haunting them" fics are fun but I would love love love there for there to be a fic where Jason instead of becoming red hood haunts his family and wages psychological warfare about being forgotten/unavenged because he is not aware that he's truly back to life. And why would he? He doesn't feel alive. He feels like a husk of his past self, his eyes have changed colours like a corpse possessed, all he can remember is pain and betrayal and all he can feel is the agony of being abandoned. His memories of coming back are blurry so he just remembers drowning, burning, a woman's eyes widening in terror and "you remained unavenged" then more falling and drowning-how does he know what is the afterlife, the haunting, the nightmare? AU where he was just a little better at getting away and Ra's was just a little too focused on Talia after she disobeyed him and Talia didn't find Jason to give him tutors so he comes back to Gotham on bleeding feet, numb to anything but his grief, 15 years old in a 18 years old corpse, unaware of his growth and terrified of mirrors. So what if slamming the doors or sending phone calls feels a little like elaborate pranks now that he's doing it? It's not like there's a manual for haunting 101. The point is, Jason remembers dying. He remembers his grave and the vague horror of crawling out of it. He doesn't really feel hungry or thirsty, and if he feels his consciousness or strength wither away at times it's probably the tether of his spirit on earth waxing and waning, and sometimes he'll steal tim's drink or bruce's coffee or the excess sandwich dick keeps making for him for some reason and if it gives him strength to stay awake then he's too numb to realize and he has flashbacks and nightmares and wakes up to make desperate phone calls begging his family to save him and then he gets angry and sends the place on fire and by the time bruce traces the phone call there's another burning warehouse or abandoned building and then he stands in the doorway in the dark as they flinch away from his silhouette and this is what it means to be a ghost, he thinks: something flinched away from but never seen.

[coldretard]

How to Naturally Balance Your Hormones

Get enough protein. Proteins provide amino acids that your body cannot make on its own and are needed to produce peptide hormones. These hormones play a crucial role in regulating several physiological processes, including growth, energy metabolism, appetite, stress, and more.

Get enough sleep. Sleep is one of the most important factors in hormonal imbalance. The levels of hormones can rise and fall throughout the day due to the quality of sleep.

Exercise regularly. Getting enough physical activity strongly influences your hormonal health. It enhances hormone receptor sensitivity, helping the delivery of nutrients and hormone signals.

Maintain a moderate weight. Weight gain is directly associated with hormonal imbalances. Obesity relates to a lack of ovulation in women. Eating within your calorie range can help maintain hormonal balance.

Eat plenty of fiber. Fiber plays a role in gut health, helping regulate hormones like insulin.

Watch your gut health. Your gut produces numerous metabolites that can affect hormone health.

Eat healthy fats. Healthy fat intake can work to maintain balanced hormones that are involved with appetite, metabolism, and feeling full.

Lower sugar intake. Minimizing added sugar intake can help balance hormones. Eating added sugar promotes insulin resistance, and fructose intake is linked to disruptions in the gut microbiome, ultimately leading to hormonal imbalances.

Reduce stress. Stress can significantly harm the body’s hormones in many ways. Work to decrease and manage your daily stress.

best resource: logic lol but also Barbara O’Neill 💕

[6ftoverxoxo]

[the-nothing-maker]

Well, it's cold, cold, cold, cold inside Darker in the day than the dead of night

(Mel is my Aberrant Mind/aasimar sorcerer in @luposlipaphobya's campaign, Val Cardinal !)