And all of you-be happy too!!
If you would like my opinion just keep reading.
I think they are vital to the survival of the current economic structure of the world.
Not only do Cryptocurrencies hold a very powerful position but they hold a lot of undiscovered technology and ability.
Bewertung von nokbooker, Bestellung vom 04.01.2017:
perfekt 15.01.2017 Alles i.O.! I used to write for Triond. Straight out of Israel YO! Very organized.
It was 2011. Allowed me to organize my thoughts. Free formatting. Made $7 (smile). A lot has happened since then...wish I hadn't deleted my Triond posts.
But thank God for Steem. Cleaner, leaner not necessarily meaner. Perfect for me and 50,000 others. Just wanted to shot out to Blocktrades, you're my one and only. Fyrstikken is SO faithful, and many other
players who supported
your boy who never would have heard of me. Mad supoort to Jeff Day, the new new. And
pairmike, the originator. Happy MLK day!
Everything comes with a price. Sehr Gut steady going down.
Anyway my Trump predictions include, Hiroshima part two. The announcement in the papers will either be, Metric tons dropped on North Korea or, Sung Il Kim found dead. While we waited for nuclear fall out to cross the pacific from Japan, no apparent harm to California, and National Geographic covered Cheyrnobl "years later," the new administration found out nuclear winter could affect regimented parts of the planet without effecting the greater society.
Anyway there's one more booklooker to post, so let me edit and get back to work. Have a good day.
My name is alex. Im currently in school to. Get my license in nursing. Im a marine corps reservist. My hobbies are to hang out aith love ones and friends and goimg to the gym. Im konda a gym freak at times. I sometimes play games but i dont really do that no more so yea
I've been on Steemit a few days now. Life got in the way, so my intro has had to wait.
I'm a widow. That's a tough one to say because I'm new to being without my husband. I'm sure you'll see posts about coping without a partner from me. I'm an online college professor. I am a writer and editor of fiction. That's my true passion. It's a job and hobby all rolled into one. I love it.
I have family, a son, two step-daughters, and eight step-grandkids. We're all coping with the loss of husband, daddy, and grandpa.
I enjoy traveling, the beach is the best place to be. I like food, antiques, walking; there is more but it escapes me now. One of my newest hobbies is digital panting and graphic design. Right now it's for fun, but later it might become another career.
Nice to meet you all.
My experience is one of the benefits of drinking so much until you pass out is you don't have the nightmares related to PTSD. Sure, you wake up feeling like shit the next day but at least you get some sleep without the vivid nightmares. I went and laid down about 10:30 p.m. I did my usual paranoid routine of checking the doors, windows, and looking outside to make sure everything was secure. Tonight was super windy outside and everything is blowing around; even the metal roof on our house is making tons of noises. The noises keep startling me and I keep telling myself that it's just the wind.
I laid in my bed looking down the hallway as usual waiting to drift off to sleep. Seems like it was taking forever. Finally, I dozed off.
It couldn't have been long before I begin having one of my consistent nightmares about Iraq. It was one of my first missions and I was part of a group selected to go on on a gun truck training mission with the unit we were replacing. We were going to a place called LSA Anaconda. If you know anything about Iraq this base was like the Walt Disney World of bases with one huge problem...mortars.
It was on what I do believe was my very first actual mission in Iraq(besides the convoy from Kuwait to get to our base) and we were going to get to use the Morale, Welfare, and Recreation amenities at Anaconda during this mission. Before using those amenities there was a glorious Porta Potty that had my name on it. So, there I am sweating my balls off in the shitter and next thing you know a mortar lands so close that I could feel the intensity of the blast while sitting there. It's truly one of the scariest moments of my life. I don't remember wiping or pulling up my pants. I just remember running as fast as my little legs could go to the nearest shelter.
However, in my dream I am not so lucky. It's the weirdest thing....instead of making it out I am hit with shrapnel. I can actually feel burning in my sleep like hot metal is piercing through my flesh. In many cases(such as tonight) I will wake up not being able to breathe. Finally, when I do catch my breath I spend about 5 minutes puking my guts up. God, my wife must love me. I can't tell you how many times she has woken up in the middle of the night and helped me clean vomit off of the sheets or clean the trail of puke as I failed to make it to our bathroom. It it truly an embarrassing experience for a grown person to experience. Hey, on the bright side...at least we didn't have to change the bed sheets tonight.
Another nightmare I often have is of shooting my .50 cal at a group of farmers. It's the weirdest thing though... I don't believe I actually utilized my weapon on that specific mission. It's the mission I was recommended for my Bronze Star, but I remember when the mortars and gunfire were happening I seen people running in a field. As I recall I pointed my weapon towards the field, but I only spotted women and children running away so I didn't engage. However, in my nightmare I do. I've always wanted to ask fellow soldiers what truly happened on that mission, because I truly believe I may have blacked out large chunks of it. I always ask myself...What meritorious service or action did I do during this mission to be recommended for a Bronze Star? I've always wanted to ask someone I served with, but I don't want to have someone else relive those memories, you know? Do I really even want to know?
So, while sitting here in my office I began to look up homeopathic and herbal remedies for helping sleep and PTSD. According to NaturalNews the herb Stramonium can be effective for nightmares. However, according to Tim Shannon ND this homeopathic remedy is more for people who are
divided in their emotions. I don't feel that represents me personality type at all. Another homeopathic remedy mentioned in the NaturalNews article is Staphysagria. This remedy appealed me to because it is used to treat nightmares for those
unable to deal with grief or anger, suppressing it until they erupt in outbursts of rage. The second one sounds almost completely like me. The last therapy that truly stood out to me is accupuncture. The University of Maryland even reported on a Vietnam Vet who had
reduced insomnia, nightmares, and panic attacks over a acupuncture treatment period of 12 weeks.
I do understand I am not a medical professional of any sort and should not be prescribing myself treatments. Essentially, reading about these treatments has given me motivation to seek out a holistic doctor near me and see what can be offered for PTSD symptoms. It will be cheaper than seeking out other alternative treatments I have previously discussed(i.e. Medical Marijuana and Iyawoska). If it doesn't work it will be another mark checked off the alternative treatment list and I can continue to seek out other alternative methods to help with my PTSD.
All pictures by @lexikon082
I'm kind of ashamed to write this post. Also, a little scared to let others into my reality of dealing with PTSD. But something has to change...
I wrote one blog post today and continued with my research into Post Traumatic Stress Discorder(PTSD) and optional treatments. I also tried some meditation and actually have eaten twice today. It's not unheard of for me to go days without eating. Additionally, I wanted to clean my office so I could focus on my writing.
It's kind of strange. I feel like the tunnel vision I have had since I quit counseling and resumed drinking is kind of being lifted. It's why when I stepped into my office after days of being outside of it, I felt ashamed.
I was raised better than this, I kept telling myself as I was filling a whole bag up with beer bottles and empty packs of cigarettes while looking at the beer caps and cigarette butts on the floor. This is when I stopped and decided I have to own this. I have to own this dark reality I live in and I began taking pictures.
All I can say is here is the shameful nastiness I have put myself in...and to think this picture is after some cleaning.
I want to end this on a high note. This cat,who we now call Terrance( from Angry Birds), adopted me a few weeks ago. I live in the middle of the country and this dude this shows up one day. I'm not a big fan of animals( I can barely take care of myself), but this guy has a personality of its own. It will talk to you and sounds just like Terrance from the movie Angry Birds. It came into my office one day, laid beside me, and has been here ever since. It's like he knew I needed someone. It's affection has been unconditional and it's strange to deal with. It's hard loving something when you don't even feel like you love yourself.
The point of the cat picture is a reminder that brighter days are ahead. Sure, there will be days I still feel negativity and unbearable stress....but I hope my journey of self discovery and battling this monster will hopefully inspire others to conquer their inner demons. Also...you support and motivational words are greatly appreciated.
I was recommended a book(Complex PTSD: From Surviving to Thriving) by steemit user @builderofcastles in the comment section of my last post. While I do understand it deals with PTSD in regards to childhood trauma...it contained this poem that I want to end this post with and I feel explains the state I am in now.
When the risk to remain
Closed tightly in a bud
Became more painful
Than the risk it took
All pictures by @lexikon082
Anonymous Poem acquired from Pete Walker's Book
Okayyy so I already created an intro post several days ago when I joined this site, but I was told by my awesome friend @apolymask that an intro where I give you guys a taste of what I plan to offer this community would show better results and help me connect with all of my fellow Steemits out there. If you would like to know a little more about me, feel free to view my other blog post where I went crazy on talking about myself *oops*.
Butttt I'm an honest person and I'm going to come out and admit that the main thing that got me interested in joining was the monetary aspect. However after talking to my buddy about what this community is truly for, I became more excited and decided to join so I could have a voice. Awhile ago I started going live on Facebook and creating posts about random shit I think about with my time as a stay at home mom like why are guys named Richard called Dick?! words of positivity and motivation, makeup and nail tips, cooking, and my artwork. Sadly I can get a bit long winded and morning and thought I'd bring the fun over here!
What I'd like to focus my posts on are several tutorials on how to add modifications to my favorite simulation game: Sims 3, make-up and nail tutorials for real women who avoid wearing foundation like it's a disease (huge props to the women who do wear it though and can contour and look fucking fabulous because I'm all about empowering each and every one of you!), can't afford to buy eyeshadow that costs $50 for 4 or 5 colors in a palette (Bobbi Brown Rose Gold I'm talking to you), and different tips for my fellow mommies out there and hopefully finishing some of my artwork/photoshop projects and showcasing it to y'all. I'm also an avid reader and I love discussing the different novels I have read and I have an account with Goodreads if any of you are interested in seeing what I read.
This intro is not as exciting and filled with awesome bulk like my last one, but I do want you all to understand that I really and truly want to be a part of this community and share my life(style) with you all as well as learn from what I see posted on Steemit.
To conclude, here is another shitty unfinished drawing of mine that I created this time last year. I already know it is poorly drawn and unfinished but my goal with this community is to extract motivation from what you guys can do and present and showcase as my art skills hopefully improve.
My challenge for you all with this post today is to direct me to your personal blogs if we share the same interests, I would love to upvote and see who is all out there so I can have more blogs to follow and share with!
I think honestly will show you not only beautiful and tourist Ukraine, but also different. The purpose of this blog is tow show real life. We want to be the site for you come back constantly. Come back to view pictures, read tips on tourism. We want to know as the country of Ukraine. We want you to come to us.
Today we show the photographs some place cheap holiday. Most people here have a rest at the weekend when warm. It - Lake Didorivka. A few years ago there appeared a few simple and inexpensive cafes. In each of them can be rented for barbecue place. In it can seat average 6-8 people. Also barbecue place has a box for cooking barbecue. It's simple and cheap.
The lake is the beach. But there are few swimmers. Because the beach is very small and not very clean. In winter there is also swimmers. Destroy ice and winter bathing suit.
Tourists hardly come here. This place is more for locals people.
But here is gorgeous forest. Walking on foot and on bike just perfect.
And take great walking. Also make great photo.
Awaits you in Ukraine.
Source is my own old blog http://www.ufp482.in.ua/2015/09/lake-didorivka-low-cost-rest-upgrade.html?m=1
Now a days my life is consisting of only a bed, internet and cigars. And a whole lot of sitting from one place to another. Im waiting, but will the waiting end or start another waiting. Im waiting to change a place to move far away from the place that raised me. Im thinking of the west thats were i think i will be okay. But im still waiting. Mid-day i wake up and go to the shop to buy some cigars after that i sit there for some minutes and think about thinking. Then i return to my bed and watch videos on youtube about new techs, philosophy ideas, new products, and a lot of movies, and a little of the political crisis and opposition of my country. When the sun sets i go to the street and drink some coffee and smoke some cigars. But not a second passes of my mind thinking about the future thats gonna be mine i worry of, if i will be able to control and own it. Then the midnight time arrives and i get to bed with my last cigar that will make me last until mid-day. But getting to bed is not the end i start browsing stuff which humbles me and amazes me, but to no end. Then its reaches down thats when i sleep peacefully "To weird that i live, to rare that i die"
... I'm a newbie.
Lots of skills to discover.
Lots of knowledge to learn.
I'm crafter, with my hands.
Doing real things,
I'm crafter, with my head.
Doing virtual things,
plain things as well.
I'm crafter, with my hands
perform at my best
I craft with my head.