AI Founders Vision Causes Brain Damage

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AI architects can predict their loser pipe dreams until they’re blue in the face. Their opinions literally don’t matter, they’re socially retarded, hell bound idiot savants. Who don’t run my domains (read AI Architects Prove I’m Right, They’re Losers). They can program algorithms, but not people. Saying “No one will buy pc’s in the future, everyone will stop using phones and wear smart glasses,” who told you that? They just sprout bullshit, that’s for the public to decide.

Humans are hardwired to be social, tribal, value aesthetics. Nothing they do can change that. It’s biology, another concept they don’t comprehend. Autistic, they excel in one area and are impeded in all others (read Bill Gates Is An Idiot Not A Scientist). Don’t listen to them, you dictate how relevant they are. If they don’t produce creations you like, they become irrelevant. It’s called purchasing power, the fuck. Never forget that. Stay social, that’s what you’re evolved to do. Otherwise face the health repercussions. Via:NeuroReserve

Try A Mental Health Challenge

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All health is wealth, especially mental. If you’re not in a good mental space, you won’t be able to take the necessary actions in other areas of your life. The mind can be a prison if you don’t gain control, another reason to meditate and connect to the soul, listen to what the Almighty is trying to tell you, see things with clarity. Meditation rewires your brain in a multitude of positive ways, a scientific fact. Look it up.

Quieting the mind isn’t the only way to gain control of your sanity, here are bevy of things that positively contribute to your mental health. Pick at least one activity: move your body to release trauma, stagnant energy, release happy hormones, engage in a hobby you love, connect to nature, whatever resonates with you most. Living your best life means self-care. Artist: SelfLoveRainbow

Gift Yourself Mental Health

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Once upon a time, around this time of year, you could find me on a bender, dreading holiday cheer. Soaking away my blues in drugs and booze. Crippled by depression that my grandmother was gone. Christmas is her birthday. She was my biggest fan and I her favorite grandchild. She always told me I’d do great things, with her up above watching over me. Only when I started raising my vibration did I truly understand. Focusing on being a better version of myself, my mental health became my priority. Wanting to feel good: I cut out fast food, coupled meditation with my daily workouts, created gratitude lists, cut my inner circle (isolate to elevate), decreased my processed sugar intake by literally 95%, stopped partying as much, quit cigarettes, I’ve even stopped drinking whiskey as flu medicine (it works fyi), amongst other things. Causing me to look younger than I did in my 20’s, heal the inner void I once carried, live a balanced life, do the things my grandmother envisioned.
I can’t iterate enough health, including mental, is wealth. Gift it to yourself. It will be the best thing you’ve ever done. The activities listed seem simple, silly even, but they’re baby steps to a happier you. Via: Happy Strokes.In

Self-Care Is Health Care

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Take a moment to check in with yourself. Health is wealth. We tend to think physical health when this saying is used, but it goes for the mental as well. Self-care is health care. Something I wasn’t doing anymore, until this stressful job exited my life. Reflect on the above questions and give attention where necessary. Artist: Self Care Express

Mood: Chillin Like A Villain

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I’m revived! Sprightly after being utterly exhausted. Better than ever baby. I went out to dinner, ended up at Hudson Yards, not Hudson street, because I read my friends text message wrong, picked up shit for my cat Jagger, then had to stay up to get a new acrylic set and pedicure. A dire situation.
It’s better to go early, fatigued, then later for hours; since Saturday’s are busy af in the afternoon/evening at a good nail salon. Long story short, it wasn’t enough time for a sleep deprived bitch. I’ll tell ya kids, they aren’t kidding when they say hitting your thirties sleep is priority. Some days I live to fucking sleep. Health is wealth and sleep is an integral part in that, especially as you age. All caught up now. Relaxed, high, wined and wined. Overall a great weekend indeed, cheers. Artist: St.AfterCigs

September Suicide Month

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For Robbie, Sofia and all those who’ve felt there was no other choice. Feeling suicidal is nothing to be ashamed of, you are a human trying your best each day. Please check in with your loved ones, please check in with yourself. Every second brings something new, no matter how bad it seems please push through; you never know what awaits the following day. Specifically for black people-depression is not a mood, it won’t just go away. If someone confides in you take it seriously. If you’re feeling this way take is seriously, alert others or one of the contacts above. Mental health is wealth. How are you feeling today? If you weren’t okay what would your outlet, or mode of communication be? Artist: Xo Necole

Health Is Wealth

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Ever since I could remember I’ve had depression, as early as elementary school I was suicidal, wanting to die.
“I never asked to be here,” my third grade self screamed at my mom.
The panic attacks didn’t help either, it would start off with something small: imagine there was no space, then what would there be? Is there a such as nothing? What if you were forced to always be something, what if I kill myself and the next life is unescapable, because killing yourself is a sin…It went on and on until my breath grew short, child me popping up from the top bunk, hyperventilating. By the grace of god the panic attacks stopped when I entered middle school, but the depression was just gaining momentum.

I would feel so down, that my flesh became the prison from which my soul could not abscond. I thought feeling low was the worst, until the summer of 2015 when I felt nothing at all. A walking black hole, taking in sensory information, banishing it into an infinite abyss. I searched for my feelings at the bottom of a liquor bottle, but none showed up. I begged the universe to just let me feel again, please.

Then one day I did.

I cherished momentary happiness, soon thwarted by the simple fact that I was broken goods, damaged. It never goes away, it only goes on vacation. At least I was no longer delusional. I use to think it was cured forever when it went away. Berating myself when it returned.

I started working out religiously, mediating, praying. I could maintain a healthier chemical balance. Creating larger gaps between dark visits. Then a miracle happened! My baby sister has cancer, so I became obsessed with having a more alkaline body. Removing acidity meant cutting processed sugar out of my diet. I have a sweet tooth, so this was an arduous journey. Turns out the crash from the copious amounts of sugar I was ingesting (minimum two doughnuts a day, simple syrup in all my coffee drinks, candy, cookies, soda and so much more daily), was the cause of my depression.

I know I got lucky, that some people aren’t as fortunate as a dietary change to freedom. However, I am grateful for the experience; I can empathize, not sympathize with those who are still fighting themselves. So they know they aren’t alone. It’s also given me compassion and understanding. So I’m asking you, is mental health a priority in your life? Do you have loved ones battling with mental illness? How do you show up for them? How do you show up for yourself?