“When I was 18, [my mom] said, ‘If you start to feel like you are
twisting things around you, and you start to feel like there is no
sunlight around you, and you are paralyzed with fear, this is what it is
and here’s how you can help yourself.’ And I’ve always had a really
open and honest dialogue about that, especially with my mom, which I’m
so grateful for. Because you have to be able to cope with it. I mean, I
present that very cheery bubbly person, but I also do a lot of work, I
do a lot of introspective work and I check in with myself when I need to
exercise and I got on a prescription when I was really young to help
with my anxiety and depression and I still take it today. And I have no
shame in that because my mom had said if you start to feel this way,
talk to your doctor, talk to a psychologist and see how you want to help
yourself. And if you do decide to go on a prescription to help
yourself, understand that the world wants to shame you for that, but in
the medical community, you would never deny a diabetic his insulin.
Ever. But for some reason, when someone needs a serotonin inhibitor,
they’re immediately crazy or something. And I don’t know, it’s a very
interesting double standard that I often don’t have the ability to talk
about but I certainly feel no shame about.” —Off Camera With Sam Jones, April 2016 //
En vettig aktikel där 25 kända kvinnor berättar om deras ångest, tunga tankar och skammen kring det hela.
Säger bara; karamellkrans.
Den var så god så jag körde raka vägen hem för att baka en egen verion av den.
Härligt nog blev min nästan ännu godare, i alla fall enligt mitt sällskap.
Filodeg+smör+socker+kardemmuma, knyt ihop och baka tills färgen är snygg. Njut Parken stänger i slutet av september.
“I guess you are kind of curious as to who I am,
but I am one of those who do not have a regular name. My name depends on
you. Just call me whatever is in your mind. If you are thinking
about something that happened a long time ago: Somebody asked you a
question and you did not know the answer. That is my name. Perhaps it was raining very hard. That is my name. Or
somebody wanted you to do something. You did it. Then they told you
what you did was wrong—“Sorry for the mistake,”—and you had to do
something else. That is my name. Perhaps it was a game you played
when you were a child or something that came idly into your mind when
you were old and sitting in a chair near the window. That is my name. Or you walked someplace. There were flowers all around. That is my name. Perhaps
you stared into a river. There as something near you who loved you.
They were about to touch you. You could feel this before it happened.
Then it happened. That is my name.”