A kitten aboard a floating Victoria water lily pad in the Philippines, 1935.Photograph by Alfred T. Palmer, National Geographic Creative
Issues people in the witchcraft and pagan communities should be concentrating on:
- Supporting transgender witches and pagans
- Supporting nonbinary witches and pagans
- Supporting witches who aren’t straight or heteromantic
- Supporting pagans and witches of colour
- Banishing slurs that are rampant…
Regram from @cyclingfiend :: anyone in the MI area want to help this guy? It’s a kill shelter, and he doesn’t have too much time remaining.
Help him :(
I was diagnosed with Endometriosis when I was about fourteen or fiffteen. Just out of the blue, I was in extreme pain, I had fainted and couldn’t move. I was bleeding heavily. I was vomiting. I was having hot and cold sweats. Colour drained from my face. I collapsed in the kitchen and nobody knew what was happening to me and called an ambulance.
It was the worst thing I had ever been through and I begged every God there was to stop it. My mum had strong painkillers due to her many chronic illnesses and it didn’t help. I couldn’t keep anything down and the pain lasted for hours. Morphine didn’t even help. Eventually, it lessened until I wasn’t in pain any more. I decided very quickly, after hearing my diagnosis, that I wasn’t going to go through with it again and got the pill. It helped, but the side affects weren’t something I was going to live with and I’m lazy. I didn’t remember to take it everyday and eventually I just stopped taking it altogether. For a while, any time I got my period, I had cramps but they were nothing compared to the agony of that day.
That didn’t last long. I had another episode and all the doctor would do for me is prescribe the pill. I decided to research my condition and try my best to manage the pain in other ways.
It helps, if I can get strong pain killers before my cramps start, but that’s kinda hard. My periods aren’t very routine and I can have symptoms of PMS from about ten days before my actual period. So usually, the pain comes, but it never gets to as bad it can be, if I take painkillers and stay in the shower, but, I still throw up. I still sweat and sometimes I still faint.
After the pain subsides, I don’t know if it’s a mix of painkillers and endorphins, or maybe it’s from being sick and sweating, but I feel clean.
Of course, I’m typically just out of the shower when the pain stops but it’s not that. It’s spiritual. The suffering has stopped and I’m so grateful and humble. I am not distracted by anything at all. All I could think about is the pain and wishing it to stop so when it does stop, my mind is blank and I feel good. And so, so grateful for everything.
"Magic is not so much something which you do occasionally behind closed doors or in the space behind your closed eyes, but a way of living your life — a way of approaching the world you move through and everything in it."
"And what do we say to death?"
"The fuck out my face"