HEALTH: Why Do I Have Chapped Or Sore Lips?

“When winter comes around, many of us experience chapped lips, which are irritated, dry, and peeling lips caused by disruption of the outer skin layer and inflammation, says Joshua Zeichner, MD, director of cosmetic and clinical research in the dermatology department at Mount Sinai Hospital in New York City. They are flaky and sometimes red or bloody, and they can be uncomfortable or painful. Chapped lips, also known as cheilitis, are very common, and they’re most often caused by cold, dry, windy weather. While chapped lips are usually harmless, it’s important to protect and hydrate them with the right treatment.

Common Causes of Chapped Lips: Wetness and Weather
Chapped lips are typically caused by environmental exposures that lead to irritation, including saliva and licking your lips, spicy foods, and cold, dry weather, says Dr. Zeichner. The common cold and sun damage can also cause chapped lips, he adds, as well as medication like cholesterol-lowering agents.

Ouch, chapped lips are a pain

Allergic or irritant contact is another common cause of chapped lips, where exposure to an external product causes a true allergic reaction or a direct irritation to the skin, says Zeichner. But most of the time, chapped lips are caused by dryness, and wind is a prime culprit, explains dermatologist Clay J. Cockerell, MD, founder and medical director of Cockerell Dermatopathology in Dallas.

Health Conditions That Can Cause Chapped Lips
Chapped lips can also be associated with a variety of underlying medical conditions, including thyroid disease, vitamin deficiencies, and inflammatory bowel disease, says Zeichner. Low thyroid function may cause dryness of the mouth and lips, and B complex vitamin deficiencies or low zinc or iron levels have been reported to cause chapped lips, he adds. Crohn’s disease can affect the entire gastrointestinal tract from the lips down to the anus, and if you have severe cracked lips that are not healing as well as belly pain, this may be a rare cause.

Angular cheilitis, or inflammation in the corners of the mouth, is another common condition that can cause dry or chapped lips. It’s typically caused by cold weather, yeast overgrowth, and/or irritation from saliva, and it’s usually treated with anti-yeast medication, anti-inflammatories, or skin protectants overnight, says Rebecca Baxt, MD, a dermatologist in Paramus, New Jersey.

Actinic cheilitis is the term given to chronic chapped lips that develop as a result of sun damage, explains Zeichner. This is a precancerous condition that typically affects the lower lip (which faces upward toward the sun, so is at risk for sudden damage). If you have chapped lips that aren’t getting better and you’re concerned, see a dermatologist.

How to Treat Chapped Lips: Start With Lip Balm
Chapped lips can sometimes heal on their own, but if that isn’t happening after a day or two, try using a lip balm, suggests Zeichner. Lip balms contain a combination of waxes and oils that form a protective seal over the skin, he explains.

Stay away from products that contain fragrance, camphor, menthol, and salicylic acid, because these ingredients can cause irritation of the skin, leading to disruption of the skin barrier and loss of hydration, which can make chapped lips worse, warns Zeichner. You also want to avoid exfoliating lips that are already dry and irritated because that can lead to more harm than good, he explains.

Eating a healthy plant based diet, making sure you are consuming a varied amount of nutrients could get your lips back to normal.

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If you’re looking for a natural home remedy for chapped lips, Zeichner suggests trying coconut oil because it spreads easily without dripping. “The same types of products you use for dry skin can often be used for the lips,” he explains.

What to Do When Your Child Has Chapped Lips
Kids are at risk for getting a superficial skin infection called impetigo, especially if they get open or cracked skin, and it can easily be spread to others, says Zeichner. He recommends touching base with your pediatrician if your child has chapped lips that don’t go away in a day or two.

How to Prevent Chapped Lips: 3 Simple Strategies
Here are three simple ways to prevent chapped lips and keep your lips smooth and hydrated, according to Zeichner:

-Avoid licking your lips. People sometimes lick their lips to reduce the feeling of dry lips, but saliva actually worsens the situation.
-Pay attention to your lips. If they start to feel dry or itchy, apply a lip balm early.
-Skip spicy foods. If you have sensitive skin, try to avoid spicy foods, which can irritate the lips.”

Source: https://www.everydayhealth.com/skin-and-beauty/home-remedies-for-chapped-lips.aspx

PROVERBS #9 – Indian

“India Proverbs, Old Sayings and Customary Wisdom

Inspiring Quotes and Proverbial Wisdom from India about Fortune, Pride and Dignity, Time and Mortality

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We can’t change the direction of the wind, but we can adjust the sails. — Indian Proverb

They who give have all things; they who withhold have nothing.– Indian Proverb

If you want to know what a tiger is like, look at a cat. — Indian Proverb

The Three great mysteries: air to a bird, water to a fish, mankind to himself. — India Proverb

There is nothing noble in being superior to some other man. The true nobility is in being superior to your previous self. — India Proverb

Like the body that is made up of different limbs and organs, all moral creatures must depend on each other to exist. — Hindu Proverb

When an elephant is in trouble even a frog will kick him. — Hindu Proverb

Like the body that is made up of different limbs and organs, all moral creatures must depend on each other to exist. — Hindu Proverb

To control the mind is like trying to control a drunken monkey that has been bitten by a scorpion. — Hindu Proverb

Great minds discuss ideas, medium minds discuss events, and little minds discuss people. — Hindu Proverb

A hundred divine epochs would not suffice to describe all the marvels of the Himalaya. — India Proverb

They who give, have all things; they who withhold, have nothing. — Indian Proverb

War is to men, childbirth is to women. — India Proverb

A thief thinks everybody steals.– India proverb

Under the mountains is silver and gold, But under the night sky, hunger and cold. — Indian proverb

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Drops join to make a stream; ears combine to make a crop. — Indian proverb

I have lanced many boils, but none pained like my own. — India proverb

Walking slowly, even the donkey will reach Lhasa. — Indian proverb

You may look up for inspiration or look down in desperation but do not look sideways for information. — Indian proverb

Clouds that thunder seldom rain.– Indian proverb

If you live in the river you should make friends with the crocodile. — Indian proverb

A fly, a harlot, a beggar, a rat, and gusty wind; the village-boss and the tax collector – these seven are always annoying to others. — Indian proverb

Speak like a parrot; meditate like a swan; chew like a goat; and bathe like an elephant. — Indian proverb

The weakest go to the wall. — Indian proverb

A bandicoot is lovely to his parents; a mule is pretty to its mate. — Indian proverb

It is better to sit down than to stand, it is better to lie down than to sit, but death is the best of all. — Indian proverb

A person who misses a chance and the monkey who misses its branch can’t be saved. — Indian proverb

Those who hunt deer sometimes raise tigers. — India proverb

What was hard to bear is sweet to remember. — India proverb

Garlic is as good as ten mothers. — India proverb

Don’t bargain for fish which are still in the water. — India proverb

The nose didn’t smell the rotting head. — India proverb

You can often find in rivers what you cannot find in oceans. — Indian proverb

Keep five yards from a carriage, ten yards from a horse, and a hundred yards from an elephant; but the distance one should keep from a wicked man cannot be measured. — Indian proverb

In my homeland I possess one hundred horses, yet if I go, I go on foot. — Indian proverb

Blaming your faults on your nature does not change the nature of your faults. — India proverb

If they don’t exchange a few words, father and son will never know one another. — Indian proverb

Justice is better than admiration. — Indian proverb

Only mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the noonday sun. — Indian proverb

Do not blame God for having created the tiger, but thank him for not having given it wings. — Indian proverb

An old patient is better than a new doctor. — Indian proverb

Eat fire and your mouth burn ; live on credit and your pride will burn. — Indian proverb

To the mediocre, mediocrity appears great. — Indian proverb

Even a cat is a lion in her own lair. — Indian proverb

It is better to be blind than to see things from only one point of view. — Indian proverb”

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Source: http://www.historyofpainters.com/india_proverbs.htm

30/06/20: What Now?

I used to write diary entries on this blog nearly daily. Now I barely write any diary entries. I guess I got caught up in the chaos of life. I guess I kept putting it off. I guess I have been so drained of energy that I cannot muster up the words to describe my experience of reality. I’m in the process, as I always say, of writing a long diary update post, there is a lot I want to get out of my head and into words on this blog.

Where do I start?

I feel like I am descending into death. The pain, the burning acid wearing away at my body is tearing me apart. There is no pain relief. There is no peace. There is no clarity. There is no joy. There is no happiness. There is no emotion. I am numb, I feel nothing yet hyper sensitive to vibrations and energies. I feel sick. I feel my brain is numbed and soggy from the pharmaceuticals prescribed. Fibromyalgia is debilitating me.

I can’t quite believe it is nearly a year now since I tried to commit suicide for the third time after I came back from a hellish travelling experience in the North of Spain in early July 2019. My brain hasn’t seem to have caught up to this current reality. I still don’t quite believe what happened, it feels like I am looking back on another person, yet it is also myself. I want to howl and cry and scream yet I cannot, I am numbed and feel no emotion. Okay, I feel some emotion (guilt, shame, slight warmth maybe when I hug, misery, despair, desperation). What the fuck happened? I’ve tried to heal from it, yet all my avenues fail me. Betrayal is a hard pill to swallow, yet it taught me a lot of things, about humans, about reality and how others can act. I could never have imagined what happened. Yet, I know it was wrong, on a human level. It was meant to be on my soul path. I have to keep learning to accept what was and what is now.

My lymph glands are swollen in my neck and my lips are so sore they are cracked and I can’t speak properly. Stress. Overwhelming stress from all angles.

I cannot think properly. I haven’t been able to think properly in two years. My mind is a hazy fog swamp. Somehow I manage to maintain a blog and stay alive. I guess we are built for survival. Do you know how awful it is to not be able to think clearly or have a clear head? Brain zaps randomly come and go. I am numb and forget words. I used to read the dictionary for breakfast, now those words escape my grasp, to the pain of my ego self-worth partially built on intellect. Luckily I manage to do what I can. Speaking to people is hard, I slur my words, am hazy and forget what I am saying. I forget what I have just done minutes ago. Memories are not clear. I can’t remember what happened in the past week, I am stuck in a stagnant swamp of a mind. Pharmaceuticals? Brain damage? Infection? Trauma? I keep wanting to understand what has happened to me. Amnesia is awful, it’s sickeningly scary to not know what you are doing or what you did yesterday.

I pray I sleep at night. I pray to my angels, guides and to the all mighty one that is the essence of my consciousness. I’m used to smoking cannabis in the evening. I used it to escape the pain of my reality, the gut wrenching body pain wearing me down, to forget, to just be, to feel something other than what I feel now which is what I will go into. It’s a dependency borderling addiction. I don’t have it now. I don’t usually smoke alone. I like to smoke socially. I enjoy making love with my partner after having smoked cannabis as my body pain is reduced and I can actually feel a slighter degree less pain. I miss it. But I had to go again. I’m here now, at my parents. Last night I took two sleeping pills to be bake to get to sleep. I was given them for PTSD flashbacks and anxiety, now months and months later I am still on them. I wish things were not this way. This is not me, taking fucking sleeping pills. I wake up feeling very groggy, brain zapped and it takes a while to get back to my regular fucked up state of consciousness. I wish I could sleep and never wake up. I want to be gone into the infinite dream of reality. I guess I will pull through and be clean of cannabis for a while. It was my crutch and aid to get me here today and I thank the plant spirit for that. Yet, life cannot go on like that. Yet, I feel stuck and paralysed on what to do. I am scared. Scared of withdrawals. Scared of evenings alone wondering if I will sleep tonight staring at the wall in this room. I miss smoking with you together on the sofa, I feel your warm heart from a distance or up close, I miss your body next to mine in bed, my guardian. I miss smoking joints with you in nature, taking walks when things are more settled between us.

I can’t move too much out of the bedroom I have been stuck in for years. I don’t want to call it a prison, but I see myself as a bird trapped in a cage. I don’t want to go out. I’ve seen it all before. Yet I haven’t seen it truly through a clear lense of perception, without the ego’s trauma and pain associated with this area. I don’t know how long I will survive in this room. I just want to die and commit suicide.

I am severely depressed. I laugh my way through things to keep the energy raised and to raise others frequencys and not make them have to feel my pain energetically. I am anxious all the time, on edge, survival mode, I cannot relax. My mind is racing round and round and it won’t stop. I am sick of my own mind.

Have I ruined myself with this big stretcher in my ear and by covering myself with tattoos? Why did I do this? To cope with reality? To feel pain to feel something? To design my body and do what I like? To express myself? Is it a combination of all? I wonder. I wonder what it would be like to be pure, bare naked skin. I love it all, yet doubts have entered my mind. I have always gone to the extreme with things since a young child, I had to have all in the collection, all the lipsticks, all the dolls, all the articles, all the knowledge, all the whatever. I always go full pelt. I could channel that in other ways.

I feel sick. I hate my body, I wish it was skin and bone. Yet I love it at the same time. You can love something and hate something at the same time right? I love my curves, my breasts, my petite size and my smile yet I have so much self hatred starting from a young girl who learned to hate herself, who thought she was fat and ugly. She took on the projections of others. I still carry it with me to this day. Yet that was far from the truth.

I am destaught at what happened yesterday. That pushed me to my limits. It was hurtful and inconsiderate. It was extreme when I only wanted to go back. So so painful, my body and mind are scared with bruises of pain. My whole being aches. It happened but it didn’t have to happen. I had to go back, things were not right, things that happened were not right. I can put it behind me, like I do, but is it suppressing me? I can’t even cry about it as my being won’t let me. One of the hardest things I will say is not being able to cry ever. To cry is a release. I cannot cry and I feel the pressure stored up inside my being and it won’t come out. I had a panic attack last night, same time as you, I guess I’m addicted to you and felt bizarre without you near me. What happened was unnecessary and childish. Why? I’m sick man, that’s my excuse. Just drive.

I slept seven hours, woke up ate lettece and grapes, my daily diet as everything other than a few foods makes me sick. I reported and took care of my plants all the while sucifial thoughts rattled my mind. I washed, I washed all my clothes, I listened to a few videos and songs. I smoked cigarettes whilst reading wordpress posts. I love gaining knowledge through others, I love reading posts and learning new ideas and such. I debated about killing myself. I had a talk with someone who used to run a mental health centre in the city, it helped and grounded me a bit, but I am lost. I feel I am going round in circles.

The world is a strange place now. I see what is going to happen, people are numbed down and think things will go back to “normal.” “THEY” don’t care a bit about you, they want you for what you offer, your life energy, they feed off you. The world will never be the same again. What the fuck is going on, I can’t quite believe it. Disgusting and lies and bullshit. It’s all a play and grand show. The curtains are falling down and we will all see our whole lives were a lie and joke.

What the fuck do I do now? I’ve spent a whole year and more trying to heal myself and haven’t gotten anywhere. The NHS is shit. Therapy doesn’t really work or give me any coping strategies or ways to see the trauma I have endured. People let me down to the point where I don’t trust anyone. I don’t even trust my own parents. I have scars all over my being. I even tried freezing cold cyrotherpay on my body, supplements, techniques etc. I’m so tired and bored now. I’m grinding to a holt. If nothing changes I am gone. It will be over. No more pain. Never to be heard from again. Parents will be sad, a couple others and that’s it, moving on and now it’s 2040, my remembrance will be of a struggling girl who was trying to save herself only thought of occasionally. My grave will be deserted and muddy. Please burn my ashes and sprinkle them in places I had new experiences. What do I do now?

I am dreading every moment of every second of every millisecond.

I feel ghostly, terrified, petrified, lost, confused, mentally bruised, flat, dead, no mood, seeing tracers of past movements for three seconds, numbed, suppressed, blurry, vision blurry. Dear God am I really fucked?

Death obsesses me. Its my way of finding relief from this pain. I cannot think of any other relief or release.

Pure misery. Pure deadness.

How can I grow? How can I make friends? How can I walk long distances again? How can I write that book? How do I come off pharmaceuticals? Where do I look for support now that I have exhausted my resources? How can I ever feel my body again? How can I be present again? When will this acid burning all over my body end? When will I remember things again? When will I feel again? When will I think again? When will I feel any emotion again? When will I be free again? When will I feel, smell, taste and see properly again? When can I ever enjoy my human existence and experience again? When will I see that sparkle in my eye again?

With so much to spill out of my mind I now smoke a cigarette, do what I will, pray, lay in my bed in despair, in pieces, in agony staring at the same wall I have stared at for years and years. Then I pray I sleep. If not, if insomnia kicks in I am fucking out, not again please not again. Please don’t whip me, the devilish reality. Please don’t hurt me. Please stop God. Please make this all stop. I can’t do this anymore. I can’t do it.. Stop torturing me? Did I really do that bad in a past life? Did I bring this upon myself? Was it circumstances? It was all me?

One day this bird will have the cage door opened onto the universe and its wings will spread wide, the little blackbird will turn into a condor, a Peruvian Condor sweeping the terrains of the Amazon rainforest. *dreams over*.

Long story short. I HATE my existence. PAIN is all I know. From one pain to the next, onto another pain and then another. On and on it goes.

If only our society was not so young in soul, if only euthanasia was a possibility. I’d apply straight away, no second thoughts, bye bye.

Take care, may you dream sweet and enjoy the existence you have, its so fleeting, in a blink of an eye you will be on your deathbed looking back. What really mattered? Go give your loved fellow humans a hug and look at trees, go enjoy the body God gifted you, enjoy it for me, for I cannot experience life like you, pain.

Have a good life,

Amber

Getting Unhooked From Thoughts

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Getting hooked means getting caught up in thinking and losing touch with what is happening outside of our minds. When we get hooked by unwanted thoughts it is as though they push us around or bully us, like a critical coach who stands on the sidelines giving harsh feedback.

Getting unhooked means stepping back from our minds and experiencing our thoughts without evaluating them, trying to change them, or pushing them away. That is, paying attention to the experience of having the thoughts, rather than focusing on their meaning (for example, “there must be something wrong with me).

That doesn’t mean you have to like or want the thought. It is more to do with acknowledging that you are having the thought and that pushing it away may not have been very helpful. The more you resist, the more the thought persists.

Shamanic Journeying To The Spirit Of Fibromyalgia

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The shaman I am working with journeyed to the spirit of fibromyalgia recently as we wanted to find out how I could be helped and what is going on on a metaphysical level with fibromyalgia.

Fibromyalgia is a disorder characterized by widespread musculoskeletal pain accompanied by fatigue, sleep, memory and mood issues. Researchers believe that fibromyalgia amplifies painful sensations by affecting the way your brain processes pain signals. Basically, it feels like hot acid burning all over my body 24/7 brought on by many theories circulating – trauma, stress, infection.

The shaman journeyed into another realm of existence and said he saw a castle, a castle with traps all around it and a draw bridge. Inside the castle the shaman found a man wrapped totally and suffocating in bandages; he was wrapped in total fear. ABSOLUTE FEAR.

The man would not reveal anything. The only way to get through to him was to surround him with love, shower him with love. With that, the bandages started to unravel themselves. That’s all he found out…..