My mother once told me that trauma is like Lord of the Rings. You go through this crazy, life-altering thing that almost kills you (like say having to drop the one ring into Mount Doom), and that thing by definition cannot possibly be understood by someone who hasn’t gone through it. They can sympathize sure, but they’ll never really know, and more than likely they’ll expect you to move on from the thing fairly quickly. And they can’t be blamed, people are just like that, but that’s not how it works.
Some lucky people are like Sam. They can go straight home, get married, have a whole bunch of curly headed Hobbit babies and pick up their gardening right where they left off, content to forget the whole thing and live out their days in peace. Lots of people however, are like Frodo, and they don’t come home the same person they were when they left, and everything is more horrible and more hard then it ever was before. The old wounds sting and the ghost of the weight of the one ring still weighs heavy on their minds, and they don’t fit in at home anymore, so they get on boats go sailing away to the Undying West to look for the sort of peace that can only come from within. Frodos can’t cope, and most of us are Frodos when we start out.
But if we move past the urge to hide or lash out, my mother always told me, we can become Pippin and Merry. They never ignored what had happened to them, but they were malleable and receptive to change. They became civic leaders and great storytellers; they we able to turn all that fear and anger and grief into narratives that others could delight in and learn from, and they used the skills they had learned in battle to protect their homeland. They were fortified by what had happened to them, they wore it like armor and used it to their advantage.
It is our trauma that turns us into guardians, my mother told me, it is suffering that strengthens our skin and softens our hearts, and if we learn to live with the ghosts of what had been done to us, we just may be able to save others from the same fate.S.T.Gibson (via sarahtaylorgibson)
Help me get a Peanut Sniffing Dog!
I was diagnosed with a severe peanut allergy at the age of 6 after years of suffering from (luckily) minor reactions. Fifteen years later, my allergy has not only grown in severity but also progressed to affecting my education and social life. (Things I cannot do: travel via airplane or train, walk into restaurants/bars, buy food without reading ingredients, go to a majority of sports games, sit in crowded cafeterias, etc.)
After years of research, I have finally found some sort of a solution: an Allergy Service Dog. It’s exactly what it sounds like—a highly trained dog with the capabilty of sniffing out peanuts in busy restaurants, full classrooms, on public buses, and even on the hands, body, or mouth of a person I am interacting with.
Seeing as the majority of my struggle with the allergy is socially (I have learned how to avoid food and certain situations where I may come across peanuts), an Allergy Service Dog would lessen the load I am burdened to carry. Not only would it make me feel more comfortable in public, the dog would also be a certification and/or proof of my allergy for those whom I meet who think I am making my allergy up for attention.
There is a flaw in this plan, however. A Service Dog is expensive, especially because Allergy Service Dogs are relatively unknown and do not receive much support. I am a college student who does not have much money.
I am asking for the help from family, friends, and strangers to support me in my next step in life and this leap towards confidence. I really could not do it without you.
Please share and/or donate if you can. Thank you!
I am 0.9% to my goal! To be honest, this is more than I ever thought I would get to when I first started looking into Allergy Dogs. Please continue sharing and donating if you can. Do not hesitate to email all your contacts as well as sharing my page via social media. I need all the help I can get.
"Who don’t believe in anything?" [x]
Remember this when you read reports of people ‘looting’ McDonalds tomorrow
I keep coming back to the fact that in Ferguson the protestors are doing everything police and other first responders are supposed to do - emergency first-aid, preventing break-ins at local businesses - and the police are doing the things that the police are supposed to prevent - murder, assault, intimidation, harassment, generally terrorizing this community.
I think the story that kills me the most, is the story of the neighbors who all gathered themselves on the roof, in a hope that when the Israeli pilots see them all as a large group of unarmed civilians, they won’t bomb them.
They assumed that the Israeli pilot would have a shred of humanity. They overestimated his conscience, and underestimated his depravity.
Peaceful methods work only if your enemy has a conscience.
And you still ask us why we fight?
This is so awesome.
Yeah, I can’t help but reblog this. No matter how famous or tough you are, if a little kid is stoked on you… You stop and recognize that he is your biggest fan.
His face I can’t