I don’t have any sisters. I’m sandwiched between two brothers.
But I always wanted a sister growing up. My parents say that when I was really young, I said I wanted a sister and was going to name her Jif (my brothers and I are all named with J’s).
In lieu of sisters, I had several female cousins that I grew up with. This is probably why I wanted a sister so bad. I saw their bond and it didn’t seem to be anything like what I had with my brothers. I was envious.
And so, my introduction to the world of female things didn’t come from my mom (who decided not to talk to me about these things anyway), but from my cousins. This included talk of bras, periods, and, you guessed it, shaving.
I don’t remember thinking much about shaving besides feeling pressured to do it once my cousins started doing it. I don’t remember specifically at what age I started—probably 11 or 12, but I began shaving my legs, underarms, and pubic area.
When I was 13, I decided shaving was stupid and that I didn’t want to do it anymore. And so I stopped shaving my legs.
This went on for a few months while friends argued with me about it. It’s hygienic! One of them declared. Eventually, after someone whispered to me that my current middle-school boyfriend had gotten wind that I didn’t shave my legs, I started shaving again.
This went on for a couple years until, in high school at the age of 15, I decided to stop shaving my legs again, this time for good.
That was almost 15 years ago (God, HOW am I going to be 30 this year?????).
My not-shaving progressed to other areas of my body as I entered adulthood, despite having several boyfriends over the years. At the age of 22 and in college—and dating my long-term boyfriend (now husband)—I decided to stop shaving my armpits. And, in the couple of years after that, I abandoned shaving what’s probably considered the most embarrassing area of all for women to have hair—my pubic area.
Today, I fully embrace my body hair and I love it. Not shaving (I literally don’t own a razor) has made my life blissfully simple and empowering at the same time. My husband loves my hair and couldn’t care less about whether or not I have body hair. Not that his opinion of it would matter to me, anyway. The only opinion that matters is mine.
I keep the hair on my head shaved for the same reasons I don’t shave anything else—it’s easier and I love it.
So without further ado, here’s why I don’t shave my body hair and never will again.
Shaving Is a Waste of My Precious Air-Breathing Seconds
Shaving felt like such a huge waste of time when I did it. It made my shower routine longer, and that damn hair was always growing back. It felt like I was constantly shaving to have my legs look “perfect” and have that smooth, hairless look.
It got old.
There were so many things I’d rather be doing than shaving my legs and wasting a bunch of shaving soap and water. I wanted to be outside. I wanted to be spending time with my family. Most of all, I didn’t want to have to worry about my body hair anymore.
It got to the point where I realized that I was shaving when I didn’t really want to and didn’t know why. And, for me, doing something and not knowing why you’re doing it is a pretty frightening feeling.
I realized that I didn’t have to shave. Some people might think I was gross, but their opinions didn’t matter, and their negative reactions were a small price to pay for my personal happiness. Shaving was a waste of my life and didn’t make me happy. And so I stopped.
I Cannot Pick and Choose the Parts of My Body That I Love
My body is this crazy, imperfect vessel through which I experience life. Growing up, my mom made me feel pretty crappy about my body, and the parts that she chose to focus on were the parts that I soon came to hate about myself, namely my stomach and my breasts.
At the age of 25, I went through a personal renaissance where I realized that I had been wearing a bra since I was 11 for only one reason—because I was ashamed of my breasts. And why was I ashamed of my breasts? Because my mom made me feel like they were something to hide, something to be ashamed of.
I realized that, just like shaving, I didn’t have to do it. I didn’t have to wear a bra. And so I stopped wearing one even though it was out of my comfort zone, even though it felt totally alien and challenged every single thought or perception I’ve ever had about myself. But that was exactly why I had to do it.
Today, almost five years later, I haven’t worn a bra except for a sports bra when exercising since that November day. And it’s not to spite my mom or challenge my beliefs—it’s because I truly feel more comfortable without one, and not wearing one has empowered me to love my breasts, something I was never able to do before.
The truth is that my body isn’t separate from anything, not from the world that I live in or, physically, my mind. I cannot pick and choose the parts of my body that I accept and love, just as I cannot pick and choose the parts of my husband that I accept and love. If I don’t love and accept my body (or my husband, ha) for what it is in this moment, for all its perfections and imperfections, then I don’t truly love any of it.
My body hair is just another part of my body, and getting rid of it through shaving was not serving me in any way, shape, or form. In fact, it caused me to draw further into my self-loathing, body shame, and past conditioning.
I love my body hair, and I have never wished it wasn’t there since I stopped shaving. It’s part of me, and I love it.
The single most defining reason why I don’t shave anything except my head is this: I don’t want to.
There are some things people think we have to do in life. I’ve challenged so many of those ideas, and today, I recognize that my life is for me, and it’s the only one I’ve got. So I live it in a way that’s acceptable to me and that makes me happy. And that is the beginning and the end of it for me.
I may not have a 9-5 job with benefits and I may have too many rescued animals and people sometimes mistake me for a cancer patient or a boy, but none of those things matter. I’m happy, and that’s what matters. Shaving just didn’t fit into my definition of personal happiness and for that, I had to let it go.
I grew up in a small town where getting your driver’s license meant you were one step closer to finally getting your own car, not relying on your parents, and, well… getting the heck out of there.
Needless to say, I was perplexed when kids my age neglected to show interest in driving. What was going through my head looked something like, ?????????????
Turns out, the few kids in my high school that—for whatever reason—chose not to drive certainly aren’t alone. We’re all part of the larger Millennial generation that just really isn’t that excited about cars, or even driving for that matter. And Generation Z (people currently anywhere from 18 to 23 years old) is even worse.
It’s understandable that automotive makers would freak out a little at the fact that younger people just don’t really care about driving—I mean, think about it. When was the last time you saw a car commercial that looked like anyone other than 50-something avid hikers or classy, dark-haired businessmen would be interested in?
The truth is that the people who fit outside of these categories are becoming less and less excited about driving. Here’s why.
Younger People Prefer Urban Living—and That Means Less Need for a Car
It’s true—20-34 year-olds are much more likely than baby boomers (born between 1946 and 1964) to prefer an urban setting. In fact, statistics show that younger people, especially Generation Z, prefer central urban neighborhoods as opposed to suburban or rural living.
These younger people have less need for a car than ever. The expenses of owning a car alone wouldn’t make sense when they could walk or take public transportation to work, not to mention they’d have to find a place to park the car while both at home and at work.
City-dwellers also have more options than ever when it comes to getting around. Having a car just doesn’t make sense when there are rideshare apps, Uber, Via, Lyft, and let’s not forget, your regular taxi.
Millennials and Gen Z—Like Other Americans—Aren’t Prepared to Make the Jump to EVs
A recent survey by AAA shows that 40 million Americans would consider an electric vehicle (EV) for their next car.
But this number doesn’t seem so high when you consider that there are 225 million drivers in the United States, meaning these potential EV buyers make up about a sixth of all drivers, and even less when you consider there are over 260 million registered vehicles in the US.
Today’s car buyer has a lot of choices—new or used, hybrid or electric, gas or diesel, SUV or hatchback. Younger generations aren’t seeing car charging ports anywhere besides at their local Whole Foods, but they see celebrities on YouTube driving Teslas. Should they buy a Tesla, or does the Ford Ranger their uncle’s getting rid of seem like the best option?
Maybe there is no right choice, and the best part is, they don’t have to choose. It’s easier than ever to exist without a car, and they can bide their time while manufacturers build up their EV fleets and self-driving cars make it on to the scene.
They’re More Eco-Conscious—and Cars Simply Don’t Make the Cut
EVs are certainly marketed for their eco-friendliness, but the truth is that they still use electricity, and the majority of our electricity in the United States still comes from fossil fuels.
Vehicles, even electric ones, still kill animals including endangered butterflies. Diesel fuel is still considered to be carcinogenic. And they still off-gas volatile organic compounds (VOCs), making that new car smell invoke more of a feeling of terror that you’re breathing in neurotoxins and carcinogens rather than the smell of luxury.
Millennials and Generation Z aren’t about to spend their life savings on something that they feel will slowly kill them as well as the planet. Eco-conscious members of our generation would rather put their money towards something they believe has less of an impact on the planet—ridesharing, public transportation, or, you know, walking.
Other Factors—Money, Status, and Can Someone Help Me Change My Tire?
Despite their lack of saving savviness, young people know a car is not an investment. Even if it was, it’d be an investment they weren’t eager to make.
I’ve never bought a new car and probably never will. It’s not only that I don’t want a car payment, I just don’t see the point of buying something that will immediately lose over 10 percent of its value as soon as I drive that puppy home.
Millennials also aren’t thrilled about the idea of getting a loan—especially with mounting credit card debt, student debt, and lower wages. Plus, not to mention, climate change?
The truth is that cars are quickly losing the symbol of status they held for baby boomers. And younger generations have far less of an understanding of how cars work, generally speaking, than baby boomers. They aren’t sure how to take care of them and TBH, don’t want to be bothered by it. Now, will someone please help me change my tire?
The Future of Cars for Young People
As self-driving technology evolves, younger people may take advantage of these cars. But still, car sales among younger generations are likely to continue to decline, and automakers will be forced to come up with creative ways to appeal to these auto un-enthusiasts.
As for me, I can’t help but wonder what the future roads will look like as I sit behind the wheel of my 2000 VW Jetta TDI and watch girls who look barely out of their teens run to get into an Uber on Saturday nights. Will self-driving Ubers take over? Am I destined to part with my beloved TDI? Will I get cancer from the diesel fumes? One can only wonder.
But I know this—things are changing, for better or for worse.
Note: Before reading this article, please be aware that I discuss sensitive topics such as suicide and self-harm that may be triggering for some people. If you are sensitive to these topics, you may want to consider not reading this article. Please use your discretion before continuing.
In September 2017, I experienced what I now describe as a mental break where I saw something traumatic to me and it impacted me in a profound way.
(I don’t see the point in recounting what I saw here. It does not matter. Everyone’s triggers will be different.)
The next day, I felt utterly hopeless and like I wanted to die.
It was a normal day, except it wasn’t. I actually went shopping at Costco with my mom that morning. It was raining and I was wearing a blue hemp kaftan and had frankincense and myrrh essential oil in my hair. As we walked into the store, I told her a funny story my neighbor had told me, and we doubled over laughing.
I laughed so hard.
And yet, there was a darkness inside me that I couldn’t shake.
Later that evening, as my then-fiancé and I sat on my front porch after dinner, I cried and told him that I felt like I didn’t just want to die, but that I needed to die. We were both afraid, and he held my hand as I told him how I felt.
I felt like nothing mattered. Despite having an amazing family, a wonderful fiancé, two jobs I loved, and four adorable bunnies that gave my life purpose, I felt like none of it mattered and that I needed to kill myself because the world wasn’t ever going to be right and I couldn’t be a part of it anymore.
So this article is about the isolation I felt while experiencing these feelings and how they changed my life.
I Felt Like I Could Talk to No One (And to This Day, Haven’t Talked to Anyone Besides My Husband About These Feelings)
I’m ready for the criticism on this.
It seems like anytime someone says they’re having feelings of hurting themselves or killing themselves, the immediate reaction is that they are in danger and that they need to:
a) get professional help (such as from a therapist, psychiatrist, psychologist, etc.)
b) call the Suicide Hotline
c) be admitted to the psychiatric unit of the hospital
I didn’t do any of these things.
In fact, I was afraid to talk to anyone about these feelings. I didn’t talk to anyone besides my now-husband. I tried to talk to my best friend about them, but she has issues with talking about death and so couldn’t talk with me about it. (I completely respect her choices and do not have negative feelings towards her about this.)
So my husband heard everything.
We talked about getting me professional help when my feelings and thoughts didn’t get better. I talked about killing myself for months. I felt depressed about the world (I’m an empath; if you don’t know what that is, you can read an article I wrote about it here. It’ll make a lot of sense why I felt this way if you understand what an empath is). I felt like I couldn’t be here anymore even though if nothing else, my bunnies needed me to take care of them.
I didn’t self-harm and hadn’t self-harmed anytime in the last several years, but I thought about how I would kill myself. I felt like I “couldn’t” kill myself because I wouldn’t be able to carry out the act of doing it, but some hours, I felt like I had to.
Sometimes I would get home late at night and think about hurting myself, or feel like I needed to hurt myself. I talked with my then-fiancé about all these feelings. He was worried, but he knew I trusted him and didn’t reach out to anyone about my feelings (I suspected he Googled a lot, though).
Were These Feelings “Bad”?
I realize how “bad” all this sounds. But I also realize there are other people out there who feel like this every day and feel like they can’t talk to anybody about it because it will be taken the wrong way. By being “taken the wrong way”, I mean that their feelings won’t be accepted as normal and that they’ll be treated differently for experiencing these feelings.
I am an adult. I am a person. It’s my personal choice whether or not to seek professional help. I have resources and a network of people who could help me if I chose. I ultimately chose not to speak to anyone else besides my husband because I felt like no one would truly understand. I was also afraid of not only being judged, but of people encouraging me to “seek help” (thinking they know what’s best for me) or treating me differently because of my experience.
I came to realize that these feelings weren’t bad. They were how I felt. It was neither good nor bad that I felt like I wanted to die. I couldn’t keep labeling myself or my feelings. It wasn’t serving any purpose. Was I suicidal? Was I depressed? Maybe. But it wasn’t going to do any good labeling myself those things while I was experiencing my mental break.
A Little History
This wasn’t the first time I’d thought about killing myself. But it was the first time that I seriously considered it.
At the age of 13 and a self-proclaimed atheist (you can read more about that here), I didn’t really see the point of living if we were all just going to die anyway.
I thought about killing myself and thought that eventually that was something I might do. But I never had any real desire to die and eventually stopped thinking about it. I realized that I was a teenager and my life would—hopefully—get better once I was an adult and could do whatever I wanted (it did!).
The break I experienced in 2017 was a completely different thing.
I don’t know if deep down I necessarily wanted to die, but felt like I needed to die. I had a rough plan for how I’d kill myself, though I knew the chances of me following through with it were slim.
I was in a place where I felt like nothing mattered. I felt extremely apathetic and that was scary. I felt like it didn’t matter if I killed myself or not. I simply felt like I couldn’t deal with the world and didn’t want to be here anymore.
I’m the type of person who wishes I didn’t exist because as an empath, the world can be very hurtful to me and sometimes I truly feel like I can’t take it (this is also one of the major reasons I’ve decided not to have children—I’m anti-natalist—among many other reasons).
My husband and I talk about death all the time and are aware that one day we are both going to die, and while this thought is saddening, it’s also liberating knowing I won’t be on this planet forever, and it makes me appreciate my time here more.
Ultimately, however, I feel like the fact that nothing mattered actually led me to keep going.
How My Desire to Die Impacted My Daily Life
Feeling like you want to die changes things. I no longer felt any need to be happy or pretend to be happy about life. I no longer felt like I could do things I didn’t want to do. I actually felt like I couldn’t do these things.
No longer caring made things simple. Not easy, but simple. If I wanted something, I bought it. If I didn’t want to do something, I said no. There was no longer any agonizing over my choices. Who cared?
So the following life changes happened.
1. I Cut Out Friends
I dropped one of my friends during this time (not the one that didn’t want to talk to me about death, she is my best friend). I no longer enjoyed spending time with her even before my break and truly felt like I could not hang out with her anymore after my break. It wasn’t personal. I just couldn’t pretend anymore with the way I felt.
2. I Stopped Spending Holidays with Dysfunctional Family Members
I could no longer spend dysfunctional holidays with my Catholic extended family, which I had been doing forever and never truly enjoyed it. Again, I felt like I literally could not do it. So I copped out of the three dreadful holidays every year I would spend with them.
There was a silver lining to this. Not doing things I didn’t want to do made me much happier. I didn’t realize it at the time, but I now feel relief that I’ve been making conscious choices about what to do with my time. How I spend my time now is very important to me since I’ve had these feelings about dying, perhaps because I’m more aware of how limited my time really is.
3. My Sex Life Went to Shit
My feelings of wanting to die combined with the traumatic thing I witnessed made sex feel really hard. I felt like I couldn’t enjoy it or didn’t deserve to enjoy it because of all the horrible things happening in the world. I also kept having “flashbacks” of the trauma during sex. It was truly awful. It took a long time to get our sex life back on track.
4. I Spent More Money
My feelings made things that used to matter not matter anymore. For instance, I no longer cared about money. I bought whatever I wanted because I felt like it didn’t matter. If I bought something that brought me joy, could I really put a price on that at this point in my life? (This is a dangerous mindset to have when you’re on a budget—not to mention when you’re a freelancer that owes buku taxes at the end of every year.)
5. I Ate More Food
I also felt like it didn’t matter what I ate, although I generally eat really healthy, if I do say so myself. Who cared if I weighed 130 pounds or 230? Did it really matter? I ate a lot of gluten-free cinnamon raisin toast and vegan cream cheese during this time (I later dropped the few extra pounds I gained before my wedding with intermittent fasting).
6. I Appreciated the Tiny Things
These feelings also made me appreciate the teeny tiny things about my life that made me feel good, even if it was just for a second. These things could have been:
Laughing with my family, like I did with my mom that morning at Costco
Feeling the sun on my skin
Eating some goddamn gluten-free cinnamon raisin toast with vegan cream cheese
Spending time with my best friend, even if she didn’t understand what I going through
Having a strawberry kombucha (GT’s what’s up!)
Snuggling with my bunnies
Having a great cup of tea
KINDNESS. This one was huge. I felt so touched anytime someone was kind to me. It could have been the girl at the checkout asking me how I was, or telling me to have a good day. It could have been a stranger smiling at me. It could have been my husband saying “I love you”. It could have been my neighbor calling just to say hi. These tiny things meant so much when I felt so bad.
Perhaps most of all, I appreciated feeling better, even if the steps were tiny. Time passed and while some days were fucking hard, things very slowly got easier. And even if some days I truly didn’t feel ok, that really was ok.
These Are the Things That Helped
So as I said, time went on. I made a list of things that helped me feel less like I wanted to die, which you can read in my empath article. In case you don’t feel like reading that article, these are the seven things that really helped me (although I do go into more detail in that other article about each one).
My husband and I keep this list on our fridge to remind me to do at least a couple of these things daily. It really helps me maintain my mental health and strengthen my resilience, so the next time I do experience a trigger, I can handle it better and get through it easier.
Even though I felt so bad some days, these things did help. For instance, maybe I didn’t feel like exercising on a certain day, but I would read Eckhart Tolle, which was hugely helpful. Or maybe I didn’t feel like meditating, but I would ground, which was easy and made me feel better.
What works for me won’t work for everyone; I just know that these things are helpful for me even if I feel like I want to die.
Where Am I Today?
Today, I do still feel like I want to die on occasion. In the months after my break, my life largely consisted of “not ok” moments with rare moments of happiness. Today, it’s the opposite. I feel a lot better than I felt nearly two years ago, although some days are a struggle, I feel nowhere near as bad I felt back then.
I got married less than a year (about 10 months) after my mental break to my amazing husband. At this time, I was doing much better and knew what I needed to do to feel less depressed.
I’m not saying everything is better. Just that I’m doing better.
So why the heck did I write this article?
I’m tired of not talking about my feelings because of the stigmatism associated with mental health and suicide. Over the last nearly two years since I had my break, literally the only person I have talked to about my feelings has been my husband. And that’s not only doing a disservice to him and to me, but to everyone out there who has felt these same feelings and doesn’t want to be labeled as suicidal or depressed or have people freak out about their feelings.
You may not have seen what I’ve seen or experienced what I’ve experienced. But maybe something happened to you that deeply hurt you and marked your soul and has made you feel like you want to die.
My goal in writing this article isn’t necessarily to offer you hope. Do I think the world is going to get better? Yes, I do. But that’s not the point of this article. I’m here to tell you that your feelings are valid. I’m here to tell you that it’s not wrong or bad to feel like you want to die. I’d even go so far as to say that if someone chooses to kill themselves (as my own grandfather did), then that’s a decision that is theirs and theirs alone. No one else lives your life. No one else feels the things you feel. Only you know if you want to keep going.
I hope you do, only because I’ve done it, and I know that I am better because of this—even though I feel differently about life now and things aren’t all roses—and have something to share with the world. I know you do too. It’s up to you if you want to share it though.
I’ve learned that I can make a difference even if it is small. The thing I witnessed—I work every day to stop it from happening again and that brings meaning, even if it feels small sometimes, to my life. It makes me feel like if I die, I won’t be able to make a difference. But I’m here now and I’m working daily to make the world a better place. I know you can too.
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This article is a guest post written by Polly Telegina, a holistic health expert from Siberia. She loves writing and helps people to know how to be healthy and beautiful using only natural remedies!
So why is salt even good for you? Sodium is an essential nutrient involved in nerve and muscle function, it helps regulate fluids in the body to prevent dehydration, and it even plays a role in regulating blood pressure.
In fact, you may have heard all this before if you know what an electrolyte is. Yes, salt is an electrolyte! Some things you might not know about salt is that it’s also used by your body to regulate the blood pH and help produce stomach acid. Like any type of food you put in your body, over consuming can cause problems — and may even be toxic.
So why is salt bad? The most common problem it causes is high blood pressure which can lead to heart disease, kidney disease, and stroke. Meat, fish, and other food contain salt. Salt is added to most processed foods as a preservative which can make food delicious but unhealthy in the long term. Because of the long term effects, salt should always be enjoyed in moderation.
Why Are There Different Salts?
All salt is essentially the same. However, salt is processed and sourced in different ways which can affect minerals, sodium, and nutrient content.
There are several kinds of salt and they all contain varying amounts of minerals, sodium levels, and additives. However, depending on where and how it’s sourced, it gets a different name. To learn more, check the graph below.
Type of Salt
Contains added iodine. It’s low in impurities.
It’s low in healthy minerals, contains anti-caking chemicals to prevent
the salt crystals from clumping.
Himalayan Pink Salt
Contains trace minerals and is lower in sodium than regular table salt,
and contains no additives.
Contains less iodine than other type of salts.
Contains trace minerals like potassium, iron, and zinc.
Contains trace amounts of toxins like mercury and microplastics.
Contains less anti-caking chemicals than regular table salt.
Contains less iodine than regular table salt.
A type of sea salt which contains trace amounts of minerals and is low in sodium.
Contains trace amounts of mercury and microplastics.
What Are the Benefits of Himalayan Pink Salt?
Like any type of salt, Himalayan pink salt is beneficial in its own way. It’s natural, contains minerals, and is low in sodium.
However, many of the nutritional differences depend on how the salt is refined, the location it’s extracted from, and the purity. Like any substance, pink salt does have some side effects. However, it’s up to you to decide what is best for your body.
So how is Himalayan pink salt beneficial? First, you have to understand what makes it different from all other types of salt. Geographical location plays an important role in this.
Himalayan salt comes from the nutrient-rich Khewra Salt Mine in the Pakistan mountains. Its signature pink color comes from the trace amounts of iron oxide and other minerals it contains which are only found in the Himalayan mountains.
Although pink salt functions in the same way other salts do, the main benefits you get from pink salt come from its inherent nutrients which include calcium, magnesium, iron, and potassium.
Magnesium, potassium, and iron are extremely beneficial for heart health and lowering blood pressure. Since it contains a higher percentage of these trace minerals, it has less overall sodium than table salt. It’s also more natural than table salt and does not contain any additives.
This pink salt can be expensive which might deter many people. It also doesn’t contain high amounts of iodine like table salt does. Iodine is essential for thyroid function. The thyroid is an organ that regulates hormones. However, iodine deficiency isn’t a typical problem for many and only tends to occur in third world countries.
High in minerals, no trace toxins, lower in sodium than table salt.
Cost, low in iodine.
What Are the Benefits of Table Salt?
Table salt is the most common type of salt consumed around the world. It isn’t sourced from any particular location and can come from anywhere in the world.
It’s also processed more heavily than Himalayan pink salt to remove any impurities. This is done to remove toxins, but this process affects its overall nutritional value However, the sodium content between the two are very similar. Although table salt does contain more sodium per teaspoon than Himalayan salt does.
First, salt is a necessary mineral so that in itself is beneficial. Table salt is extremely refined when compared to other salts. This means it contains no impurities or trace toxins like those contained in sea salt.
Table salt also contains high levels of iodine which are critical for thyroid function — an organ that regulates hormones. In healthy doses, salt keeps your body hydrated, is good for your blood pressure and heart, and prevents heat stroke.
Since regular table salt is heavily processed, it loses most of the healthy trace minerals it naturally contains. This means it also contains more sodium per teaspoon than Himalayan pink salt, but it’s also nutrient deficient when compared to Himalayan salt.
Apart from this, most table salt isn’t 100 percent natural, as they contain anti-caking agents to prevent the salt from clumping together.
High in iodine, no trace toxins.
Low in minerals, high in sodium, and contains anti-caking agents.
So What’s the Bottom Line?
Every type of salt contains its own perks. However, when you compare the differences between them all, one definitely comes to the forefront out of all of the rest.
For several reasons, Himalayan pink salt is the clear winner. Why?
Well, first, pink salt contains more minerals than all the rest. Second, pink salt contains magnesium and potassium which are good for blood pressure and heart and kidney health. And third, Himalayan salt is lower in sodium which means you’ll consume less sodium in the long term, lowering your risk of developing high blood pressure.
Lastly, Himalayan salt does not contain any toxins or additives making it the most natural salt for your body!
As someone who has had lifelong problems sleeping, I know firsthand the frustration that comes with not getting your beauty sleep.
But there’s a silver lining.
All those years of not being able to sleep well and trying
different things have helped me slowly improve my sleep life over time.
Now that I’m nearing my 30s and live with my husband, my
sleep life has dramatically improved thanks to these five habits I’ve
cultivated over the years.
1. No Tech in the Bedroom
My husband and I just keep our bedroom for sleeping (and sex,
of course). This means we don’t hang out in there during the day, don’t work in
there, and don’t watch TV in there. It’s important to us to not have a TV in
We also don’t bring our laptops into the bedroom either. We do, however, bring our phones, but they are solely for alarm purposes, we never look on our phones in the bed or use them while in the bedroom. My phone is off in the bedroom since I don’t need to wake up at a specific time most days and my husband’s is on airplane mode (scary cell phone radiation, anyone?)
This just our personal philosophy but we don’t want to
accumulate a bunch of energy in the bedroom, especially before bed. We find
that minimizing our activity in the bedroom and keeping tech out of the bedroom
helps the space feel calm and ready for sleep.
2. No Sugar or Caffeine Before Bed
I’ve noticed that I sleep a lot better when doing
intermittent fasting, which is how I lost the few pounds I wanted to before my
I chose to do intermittent fasting by not eating for a period
of about 16 hours every day. So essentially, I would eat my regular meals
throughout the day, but cut out late night snacks. So I would not eat from
about 8 p.m. at night to noon the next day.
This also helped me eliminate sugar and caffeine a few hours
before bed. This is a practice I started doing years ago when I found that
eating these things at night—think desserts, chocolate, coffee, or even
caffeinated tea such as green tea—would make it impossible for me to fall
3. Using Organic Bedding
I did not realize how much a toxic mattress was killing my
Fortunately, the mattress I had at that time was about a
decade old and needed to be replaced, so about a year before our wedding, my
husband and I invested in an all-organic mattress. We also chose to invest in
organic cotton sheet sets, pillows, and a comforter.
(You can read more about my transition to all organic clothing here and here).
Not only is my organic mattress and bedding so much more comfortable and luxurious than my old bedding (and hella more expensive!), I swear it helps me sleep better knowing I’m not being exposed to toxic chemicals.
4. The Military Sleep Trick
So I know this one is weird but I swear it works! It was
developed to help soldiers fall asleep anywhere in less than two minutes.
It’s easy and can be done in three simple steps as you are
trying to fall asleep:
Relax your entire body including your facial muscles as you sink into the mattress. Let tension go from places you didn’t realize were tense.
Take ten deep, conscious breaths while keeping your mind clear. For me, if my mind begins to run with a thought, I start over.
Do one of the following three things that most resonates with you:
Picture yourself lying in a canoe on a calm lake with only blue sky above you
Imagine snuggling in a velvet black hammock in a pitch-black room
Repeating “don’t think, don’t think” until you fall asleep
I do the canoe one; if I have trouble sleeping, most nights
this helps me fall asleep.
5. No Clock in the Bedroom
We actually don’t have a clock in our bedroom. I haven’t had
a clock in my bedroom for the last 12 years.
Looking at the time when I’m trying to fall asleep gives me
anxiety so I just don’t see the need to have a clock in our bedroom.
Fortunately, I’m a freelancer who works from home so I get to sleep in every
single day and don’t need to worry about what time I get up.
Even when you do need to wake up in the morning I recommend
setting your alarm and turning your phone on airplane mode and not looking at
your phone until the alarm goes off. My husband and I have found this practice
super helpful (especially since he needs to wake up in the morning and I
I’ve found that exercise plays a huge role in whether or not I sleep well. Usually, regular exercise helps me sleep so much better!
I run but I also lift weights and do yoga on occasion. I also
walk a four-mile loop with my neighbor several times a week. Staying active not
only relieves stress but helps me fall asleep easier and stay asleep.
7. Addressing My Health Issues
So, of course, many of you know my crazy misdiagnosis story which led me to a wild and wonderful journey of hard lessons in learning how to take care of myself.
I’ve been tested for food intolerances and have eliminated gluten, dairy, genetically modified food, and commercial meat from my diet. I’ve found that, in general, my body doesn’t respond well to grains and so I lead a mostly grain-free diet.
I say all this to say that part of the reason I got all my
hair cut off is because I was so sick I couldn’t take care of it. I could
barely stand up by myself, and I couldn’t walk without assistance.
But I also had just seen V
for Vendetta the year before and completely loved Natalie Portman’s shaved
After over a decade with this hairstyle, here are 10 funny benefits of having a shaved head I love.
1. Look Like a Fucking Badass
While seeing myself without hair for the first time was
certainly strange, I was kinda in love with it.
I also sleep a lot better without hair, which to me, is one of the best benefits of having a shaved head.
While I did startle every time I went by the mirror the first dozen times or so, I came to see the beautiful shape of my head with a kind of reverence and naked adoration for this new self, even if I was sick at the time.
Today, I’m healthier than ever and I love looking like a fucking badass. I love my shaved head with every single look.
2. Just Feels Good
One of the benefits of having a shaved head is that it just feels really nice. I love the way it feels. My husband loves it. I feel fresh and free and unburdened by my hair.
I don’t hide behind my hair anymore like I used to with my blonde mane—I’m just there and it feels so good to not worry about sleeping, shedding hair all over the house, having to brush my hair, or finding a scrunchi. It just feels so refreshing having a clean buzz.
3. Towels Don’t Get That Wet
This is one of the weird benefits of having a shaved head, but the towels I use just don’t get that wet since I don’t have all this freaking hair to dry.
I don’t have to dry my hair and then dry the rest of my body with a wet towel. I guess I could have just used two towels, one for my hair and the other for my body, but seriously, who wants to do all that laundry?
4. Experience Weather Better
Oh. My. God.
This is probably one of my favorite benefits of having a shaved head.
It feels so good with water, rain, wind, and sun on it. My favorites are feeling the rain on my shaved head and the wind. It’s an indescribable feeling, both these things, one I would have never felt if I hadn’t cut off all my hair.
I feel more connected with the elements without hair and I love the way the weather feels on my skull.
5. Less Likely to Be Kidnapped
I read a book when I was in fourth grade about a girl who
got kidnapped. Her attackers held onto her long hair and dragged her into the
Really though, how was she supposed to escape?
I do feel I am less likely to be kidnapped, but maybe the truth is that I’m just less scared to be kidnapped. I mean seriously, what are they gonna grab onto? By the time they figure that out, hopefully they’ll be tased/pepper sprayed/stabbed (by me).
6. Use Less Shampoo
Ok so I definitely use less shampoo and conditioner (and, it goes without saying, other styling products), so I’d say one of the benefits of having a shaved head is saving money on crap like this.
However, it should be noted that I do spend more time cutting my hair.
Lately I’ve been cutting my own hair and doing this an average of every two weeks. It really doesn’t take long but the time adds up I suppose. I spend maybe 10 minutes cutting it every two weeks.
It’s really nice to not have to buy shampoo that often, though. I think my husband and I buy it like once or twice a year.
7. Nothing to Grab in a Cat Fight
So I’ve been in a cat fight before and it’s not frickin fun.
Fortunately in that fateful eighth-grade cat fight, I just got scratched,
didn’t get my hair pulled or my face cut.
But in the event that stuff goes down and someone wants to
grab me, there’s nothing there so good luck with that.
I’m not really planning on being in a cat fight again, just saying.
8. Don’t Get My Hair Caught in Stuff
I’d always get my hair stuck in scrunchis and stuff. It was
so annoying and hurt like hell. Now, I don’t get my hair caught in anything, so
I feel no pain. It’s really nice.
I also don’t get that weird aching feeling in my head after wearing my hair in a ponytail for too long. I hate that feeling. Now I feel so free.
9. Have So Much More Time
The time that I spend cutting my hair is way less than the time I spent shampooing, brushing, drying, and styling my hair when I did have hair.
I would usually need to figure out what I was doing with my hair for a certain outfit too, which would take time and effort. I also washed my hair every day which was annoying too.
Now, it’s one hairstyle and I go.
10. Less Sweaty
I’m absolutely less sweaty without my mane of hair, which is super nice in the summertime and also when I exercise (especially when I run).
However, I do tend to be a lot colder in the winter. But
since I don’t have cold wet hair hanging in my face, I like to think that I
stay warmer overall.
Love being less sweaty.
Will I Have
a Shaved Head Forever?
Honestly, at this point, I’m planning on having my shaved head for the rest of my life. I’ve grown out my hair twice since I shaved it off twelve years ago and each time have found it very annoying and have hated it.
I truly love my shaved head and feel so fortunate that this
hairstyle has rocked my world!
Have you ever shaved your head? How did you feel about it?
I’d love to hear your thoughts!
I remember when I first started getting tattoos. The artists simply gave me little packs of A&D ointment and told me to follow up with Aquaphor. No mention was made of natural tattoo aftercare.
By the time I started getting tattoos, I already knew that products such as these contained toxic ingredients. However, for the record, Aquaphor and its maker Eucerin do not test on animals, which is surprising but apparently true.
What I did find when searching for alternative products is
that there’s definitely a market for natural tattoo aftercare products that
cater to both vegan and non-vegan audiences. You have options besides using
nasty, petroleum-based, animal-tested products to heal your beautiful new ink!
First—What’s Wrong with Aquaphor?
Let’s talk for a second about why you might want to avoid ingredients in brands that some tattoo artists recommend and instead go for natural tattoo aftercare products.
The main active ingredient in Aquaphor is Petrolatum. In case you didn’t know, Petrolatum is just another word for petroleum jelly, so don’t be fooled. Why should you be concerned?
Needless to say, this likely isn’t the best product to put on your open wound, especially when there are other natural tattoo aftercare products available.
In addition, some tattoo artists argue that using petroleum-based products can inhibit healing of the tattoo and even testify that they believe tattoos heal faster when using natural tattoo aftercare products.
8 Natural Tattoo Aftercare
Let’s forget about those other crappy products and talk
about some authentic, natural balms that you can use so your new tattoo heals
All the natural tattoo aftercare products listed here do not test on animals and do not contain synthetic ingredients or fragrance, which can be very toxic to our wellbeing.
1. Ohana Organics Tattoo Butter (Vegan)
So I’ve personally used this natural tattoo aftercare product for my last two tattoos and have really enjoyed (you can see my last two pieces on Instagram here and here).
This tattoo butter is vegan and uses very simple ingredients including shea butter and olive oil.
If you’ve never used shea butter before, it does have a
greasy feel to it and so that’s my only problem with this product. I definitely
have to be careful with what I touch when I have this on.
Ohana Organics offers half an ounce of their tattoo butter in an adorable tin for $4.99 with larger sizes available. Shop here.
2. Wild Rose Herbs Ink Spray (Vegan)
I’m actually really excited to try Wild Rose Herbs’ natural tattoo aftercare products. I just bought some of their stuff for my sister-in-law for Christmas and they seem to be high-quality products.
What I love about this ink spray is that it uses peppermint
to help with the sometimes severe itching that happens while a tattoo is
healing. It also has some other really cool ingredients including witch hazel
and German chamomile.
This spray is also vegan!
Wild Rose Herbs sells 1 ounce of their ink spray for $9.95. Shop here.
3. Wild Rose Herbs Tattoo Balm (Both Vegan and Non-Vegan Formulas)
So Wild Rose Herbs carries both vegan and non-vegan formulas for their natural tattoo aftercare balm with the difference being the inclusion of beeswax in the non-vegan formula.
These tattoo balms also use peppermint to help with itch and
lavender which tends to be gentle and soothing for healing skin.
Wild Rose Herbs sells both their vegan and non-vegan tattoo balm formulas starting at $10.49 for .85 ounces with larger sizes available. Shop here for vegan and here for the beeswax formula.
4. Brooklyn Grooming Tattoo Balm (Not Vegan)
Ok so I have again not tried Brooklyn Grooming’s natural tattoo aftercare balm; however, it contains pure organic ingredients and is not tested on animals.
With ingredients such as hemp seed oil, shea butter, and
vitamin E, it’s hard to go wrong with this tattoo balm. Remember that this
formula isn’t vegan friendly due to the fact that it contains beeswax.
Brooklyn Grooming sells their tattoo balm in 2-ounce sizes for $22. Shop here.
5. EiR NYC Tattoo Balm (Vegan)
If you’re looking for a vegan version of Brooklyn Grooming’s tattoo balm, check out EiR NYC’s tattoo balm. I haven’t tried this one but I love the simple, organic ingredients in this natural tattoo aftercare product, including dried rose petals and rosemary!
This balm also includes coconut oil and shea butter and is sold in half-an-ounce containers for $10. Shop here.
6. After Inked Tattoo Moisturizer (Vegan)
So I actually have tried this tattoo moisturizer from After
Inked. It’s vegan, which is great, but I’m not too crazy about the formula.
The ingredients aren’t super pure (it contains
preservatives), but one big pro to this natural tattoo aftercare product is
that it’s not greasy, so it acts as more of a lotion than a balm.
It’s weird though because this is precisely what I didn’t
like about it; it didn’t really feel like it was “protecting” my tattoo.
However, if you’re looking for a non-greasy tattoo aftercare lotion, this could
be your pick!
After Inked sells their tattoo moisturizer in 3-ounce sizes for $20. Shop here.
7. Ora’s Amazing Herbal Tattoo Salve (Not Vegan)
I have not tried this natural tattoo aftercare product but it’s another great pick. It contains a lot of fun herbs including calendula (I LOVE calendula for healing skin and also dry skin among its other benefits), comfrey, thyme, and St. John’s Wort.
Ora’s Amazing Herbal Tattoo Salve contains beeswax so it’s not vegan. You can find sizes starting at 1 ounce for $11.88 here.
8. Susie Q Skin Ink Salve (Not Vegan)
This one made the list even though one of their ingredients is “natural fig fragrance”. I would absolutely question the company about this ingredient before buying to find out if it is actually natural and not synthetic. (The site does say their products don’t contain any synthetic fragrances but I would double check just to be sure.)
I’m putting this natural tattoo aftercare product on here because their other ingredients are pure and they contain other products that could be good as well including tattoo wash. They also have this cool page on their website speaking out against animal testing.
Ingredients in Susie Q Skin’s Ink Salve include hemp seed oil, lemongrass, rose, arnica, and turmeric. You can find 1-ounce sizes and up starting at $19.95 here.
What Are You Waiting for?
When it comes to natural tattoo aftercare products, you
absolutely have the power to choose products that aren’t toxic to your body and
don’t suffocate your skin.
Your tattoo was something you dreamed of, it’s now a part of
you forever, and you want it to heal perfectly. Isn’t your new ink worth
investing in some aftercare balms that are good for you as well as the planet?
What do you use to heal your tattoos? I’d love to hear if you know of any more natural products (or home ingredients) that you feel make the cut for superior tattoo aftercare!
I got pissed the other day because I realized that my dish soap was actually owned by a parent company that tested on animals.
Why, Seventh Generation?! Whyhyyyhyy?? (Seventh Generation was acquired by Unilever in 2016. Yeah, I was a little late on the news.)
I consulted my vegan friend about it and she shared that
it’s a double-edged sword: avoiding the brand puts less money in the parent
company’s pocket, but purchasing the brand you like can show the parent company
what their customers really like, so they would be more likely to invest in
furthering that product line.
For me, though, I just have a hard time supporting evil
parent companies. So I stopped buying Seventh Generation products (I also
bought their toilet paper in addition to their dish soap).
Did you know about these other five brands that were owned by evil parent companies?
1. TOMS of Maine
When I first started using fluoride-free toothpaste one of
the first brands I tried was TOMS. In fact, when I got my lip
pierced and my tongue re-pierced, I even used TOMS mouthwash.
I was sad to find out that TOMS has been owned by Colgate since 2006, which was years before I even picked up that first tube of toothpaste. So sad. I now really like My Magic Mud toothpaste or Earthpaste!
2. Urban Decay
I don’t use makeup, but I don’t need to be makeup lover to
know that Urban Decay, the popular makeup brand, got bought by our friend
L’Oréal in 2012.
L’Oréal tests on animals, so remember that when you think you’re buying Urban Decay, you’re really just giving your money to this huge corporation that tortures and kills bunnies.
3. Mrs. Meyers (Caldrea Products)
My husband and I were on our elopement and honeymoon in North Carolina when I found some Mrs. Meyers soap on sale in Asheville. I was excited!
I had been a fan of Mrs. Meyers but typically haven’t purchased these products on a regular basis in the past because they can be a little expensive.
I found out that S.C Johnson had acquired Mrs. Meyers line of products, which is also called Caldrea Products, in 2008, which was, like TOMS, years before I even knew about Mrs. Meyers.
4. Burt’s Bees
I used to love Burt’s Bees’ cherry lip balm. It came in a tin
and I used to buy it when I was 16. I LOVED IT! IT WAS MY FAVORITE!
I found out not too long after that Burt’s Bees was acquired by Clorox in 2007 and have since stopped buying Burt’s Bees’ products.
5. The Body Shop
I was never a huge fan of The Body Shop, but a girl I
partnered with in my college Chemistry class worked there. She constantly
talked about her boyfriend’s baby mama and being on acid with her boyfriend.
The last time I saw her, she was about eight months pregnant
and handing out samples outside The Body Shop at the local mall. I ran away.
The Body Shop itself doesn’t test on animals, but it’s owned by L’Oréal and has been since 2006, which was about three years before acid girl and I were in Chemistry class together.
This Isn’t It
There are so many other brands out there, especially make-up
brands, which are owned by huge parent companies that participate in animal
In fact, I was shocked to find out that OPI nail polish and Victoria’s
Secret—two brands I had supported for years—sell their products in China
which means that they’re required to test their products on animals there by
I know. It sucks.
But the cool part is that you can make a difference.
Choose not to purchase from companies that are owned by evil parent companies. Do your research—your money is often your voice, and it makes an impact. So choose not to give your dollars to some fucking creep torturing bunnies for a living.
I promise you’ll feel better when you make more informed
No one I knew had ever seen an herbalist and I’m not sure why I felt driven to find one. Maybe it was because I was facing a life of chemo. Maybe because I was in chronic pain. Or maybe it was just something bigger telling me that this wasn’t the end of my journey.
I’ve worked with two herbalists since the one I originally saw moved away. Here’s how these women have immensely helped me improve my health and quality of life with some simple suggestions!
Note: I am not a doctor. Please take the following information from my experience only. This information is not intended to provide medical guidance.
Discovering the Cause of My Autoimmune Disease (Hint: It was Gluten)
When I was 21, I was told by a well-known doctor in a city near me that I would most likely be on chemotherapy for the rest of my life. Although I felt like I wanted to give up hope at that time, I ended up pursuing another option—finding a natural treatment for my autoimmune disease, dermatomyositis.
Through an herb shop about an hour away from me, I located an herbalist who agreed to see me. During my second visit with her, she told me that she thought gluten was causing my illness. I thought she was crazy. I hardly knew what gluten was.
She turned out to be right. A protein named gluten was causing my immune system to attack all my muscles and my skin. Within a week of going gluten-free, all my autoimmune symptoms disappeared and I was able to stop taking all of my medication. That was seven years ago.
The fact that I spent over four years on detrimental pharmaceutical medications, gained 30 pounds, and felt sick all the time was all undone by a woman who knew that food could make us sick. Her simple but profound knowledge dramatically changed my life for the better.
Without discovering that root cause of my illness, I would likely still be on all those medications today and still feel terrible. My quality of life would have been compromised all because doctors are still grasping the idea that food can cause such severe illnesses.
Saying Goodbye to My Crazy-Bad Menstrual Cramps
I have more or less always had bad menstrual cramps. They aren’t consistent, though. Some months are absolutely terrible. Other months aren’t bad at all. Trust me, I’ve yet to find a pattern (although I have a few theories after trying to figure it out for the last 16 years).
When I began working with an herbalist to learn more about the Fertility Awareness Method, we also worked on addressing the cause of my crazy bad cramps. The solutions she suggested have helped me to remain mostly pain-free during my period today.
Through drinking a ginger infusion, taking magnesium glycinate, and taking omega-3 supplements, my menstrual cramps have majorly improved. In the last seven months, I have only had one episode of bad pain thanks to her suggestions.
Since, unfortunately, I’ll be having a period for a long time, her help has enabled me to not feel like I want to die just because I am a woman.
Helping Me Realize Fats Are Not Bad
I have yet to have an herbalist not recommend fat to me (except, of course, the horrible kinds like trans fats).
Saturated fat such as animal fat and coconut oil as well as monounsaturated and polyunsaturated fats such as avocados and olive oil are all part of a healthy body. Yes, people will argue against this. I’m not getting involved in that discussion here. I’m here to say that my herbalists helped me realize that fats are not bad—in fact, they’re pretty essential.
Through their help, I’ve been getting more fats from all types of sources (except for Twinkies) and have more energy and better skin!
Implementing a Natural Method of Birth Control
The Fertility Awareness Method has been an enriching experience for me and my husband. I would have never been able to learn the method as intimately as I have without my herbalist.
The method enables my husband and I to forgo conventional methods of birth control, many of them toxic, and simply track my cycle via taking my basal body temperature (BBT) and monitoring my cervical fluid to know when I’m fertile and avoid intercourse on those days.
Implementing a natural method of birth control has allowed me to honor my body and also choose a conscious form of contraception that doesn’t rely on toxic pharmaceuticals. This is a huge benefit for someone who doesn’t want kids (cough, that’s me).
Allowing Me to Realize Food Is Medicine
Before I began working with herbalists, I didn’t understand how much food impacts our health. Food is everything to our health. What you put in your body, the supplements you take, whether you choose to smoke and drink, all have huge effects on our systems.
Perhaps this is the most important gift herbalists have given me, being able to realize that I have so many chances to put either medicine or poison into my body. By choosing the foods that I feel are best for me, I choose medicine (by medicine obviously meaning plants and grass-fed, free-range meat).
Whether it’s probiotics or herbs, food and supplements are a powerful form of medicine, one that I feel grateful to have tapped into with the help of a professional.
Working with an Herbalist
I would absolutely recommend working with an herbalist if you’re facing any health issues that do not yet have an identified root cause. In many instances, conventional doctors are only trained to treat our symptoms, not the cause of our illnesses.
Even for people who believe they have discovered the root cause of their illness or symptoms, an herbalist can help you better manage your health. I’m so grateful to have worked with my herbalists to be as healthy as I am today!
From first grade until eighth grade (age 6-13), I was required to attend a Catholic night school every Monday night during the school year. Naturally, this made me hate God.
It wasn’t just Catholic school necessarily, it was the feel of Catholicism. It felt void of any emotion. I remember my teacher in third grade, Mrs. McNeal, told us that animals didn’t have souls and wouldn’t go to heaven. I think I decided that I didn’t believe in God then.
During my confirmation at age 13—which is when you “graduate” and decide to follow Christ for yourself, and also don’t have to attend that horrid night school anymore—I stood up and while the other kids were reciting their commitment to Christ, I inwardly vowed that I was an atheist.
I told my mom, who cried and asked what she did wrong.
Fortunately for her, I found my way back to Christ through a Methodist church not long after that and for the next decade, I considered myself to be a born-again Christian.
After graduating college, my mind was opened to appreciate a more universal definition of Christ than the more constricted one I had committed to as a Christian, and today, I don’t identify as any type of follower, although I do consider myself to be a spiritual person.
But, admittedly, I did learn a lot from growing up as a Catholic and then as a born-again Christian in the Methodist church. Here’s what I learned.
Helping People vs. Genuinely Supporting People
During my time being a born-again Christian, I learned about the difference between helping people and genuinely supporting people. I learned genuine compassion and acts of kindness.
This is difference between patting someone on the back and telling them “I’m sorry” when a loved one passes and instead calling them to ask how they’re doing or showing up at their home with a cooked meal for their family, or including them in your thoughts and prayers and sending positive, healing energy their way.
I’m grateful that I learned this in the church because it helped me to recognize and understand people who truly need help—because, hey, don’t we all?
We All Are Connected
There was a huge feeling of community in the Methodist church I went to. I was there several times a week with my cousin and felt connected to everyone there.
These people helped shape me. I felt like they truly saw me and nourished my spirit. They showed me that I mattered. Coming from Catholicism where I felt like everyone was dead inside, I saw a brighter side of religion that was rich with color.
Today, I recognize that the Catholics I knew weren’t dead inside. The stale energy I felt emanating from them and from the church wasn’t necessarily their fault—they were people too, just not the people who were meant to nourish my spirit and help me grow. And that was ok.
And, to be fair, I have known some Catholics who have been some of the most genuine people I have met. But the people at my Methodist church and the people I knew as a born-again Christian really helped my spirit fly, and for that I am grateful.
I’m also grateful to have experienced and enjoyed a sense of community that was severely lacking in my life before that. Today, I enjoy a different sense of community and spirit, but I’m grateful to all of these people for being part of my journey.
Appreciating Something Bigger Than Myself
I felt like I never appreciated God as a Catholic. Through coming to Christ on my own terms, I saw a world of color that helped me to appreciate something bigger than myself.
Today, I see this more as Presence than I do Christ, although I more or less consider them to be the same thing. I am in awe of the world, and even though my life as an empath isn’t easy, I love being able to appreciate my smallness—as well as my wholeness—in the world to behold the wonder of life.
Appreciating something bigger than myself helps my problems feel smaller and helps myself feel more whole in this moment and more connected with all life-forms—which is something I feel like everyone can appreciate.
Knowing What to Do at Funerals
Although I’m not part of a church community anymore, it’s hard to forget how to conduct yourself in a Catholic church. This has provided me with ease when it comes to conducting myself at funerals that also happen to be Catholic masses, which helps to ease my social anxiety about being in such situations.
Whether it’s a Catholic mass or another type of service, I feel pretty solid in knowing when to kneel, knowing what genuflecting is and when to do it, knowing what to do when the priest says, “Let us offer each other the sign of peace”, and knowing that those goddamned pieces of bread at communion have gluten in them.
Thank you, Catholic school…
Who I Truly Am
Ultimately, my journey growing up in a Catholic family and my post-Catholic life as a born-again Christian spurred my journey to enlightenment and away from “Christ” in the conventional sense, but towards a Christ in the universal sense.
I’m not claiming to be enlightened in any sense of the word and I’m not claiming that my definition of Christ or God will be the same as yours. And please save your comments about my personal experiences and preferences when it comes to spirituality—I don’t comment on yours.
I’m grateful to have learned these lessons from growing up in two different churches in my young life and to appreciate the world in a way I wasn’t able to before. Thank you!