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Basic Oils and Anger

Outrage influences every one of us in various manners. A few people find that outrage is basically non-existent in their lives while others will find that in the event that they don't effectively work to manage it will assume control over their lives. Outrage is a characteristic feeling, something we have all accomplished sooner or later in our lives. Because it is a characteristic thing, doesn't imply that we ought to just say there is no way around it. Innumerable individuals make changes in their lives each day that influence a characteristic capacity. We are not captives to our cravings, our feelings, or our bodies. We as a whole can settle on decisions. I understand that a few people have hormonal scatters that settle on it difficult to settle on a decision on occasion, yet we can address the test, address the confusion in the body, and decide to make changes that will, at last, address the displeasure the executives issue. It will take persistence, however there is cons…

Even wine couldn't get me down

I drank a glass of red wine this afternoon at a wedding, a...ahem, full glass of wine, and I can't believe how good I feel five hours later. Oh and a big cupcake with lots of frosting. Yeah, it was at Clyde's and the food was real good. That's what you go to a wedding for anyway, right?

More on why I'm bouncing off the walls, later.

Looking back, and forward

Almost a year ago I was sitting on a plane to Georgia, leaning against the window, praying to be well. Wondering what it would feel like to be instantly healed, to have simply the normal amount of energy to function. To not feel hollow inside, to not require determination and a hasty snack just to sit upright in my airplane seat. I mustered the faith to believe that God could heal me in that moment. And let myself dream of what that would feel like and what a difference it would make in my life.

I can't believe that was a year ago. God definitely didn't chose to heal me in an instant, at any point along this journey of ours. Instead He is healing me gradually, with Time as His chief nurse, and rest and nutrition as His remedy, and books and doctors and parents and friends as His mouthpiece. I look back in awe at the bursts of light He's given at intervals, how several of His agents combined to point in a single direction, like in discovering and treating my low thyroid a ye…