Yknow You Really Don’t Know How Much Your Mental Health Impacts Your Physical Health Until You Start
Yknow you really don’t know how much your mental health impacts your physical health until you start seeing it fall apart under serious mental strain.
Just noticed the gums on a few of my teeth receding- like I’m pretty sure the bone is exposed (I’ve always had like, really little gum and giant ass teeth, part of why I do my best to take care of them), which doesn’t make sense because I kinda obsess over brushing and cleaning in-between them whenever I can remember to take time for myself (pretty much every morning and most nights because thank you ADHD and depression you really don’t need to get worse after a long day, but for some reason you do, but I do my best to maintain healthy habits so I don’t experience long term consequences from y’all’s shit, so suck my dick)
I don’t have cavities- haven’t in years, and my gums normally don’t bleed much if at all, but I guess I didn’t pay attention to my spit until this morning cause it was bloody as hell. So I took a look. And one of my lower teeth is just. The gum used to be there not long ago. It’s not there now!
So I panicked. Obviously. I spent too much money fixing my shit teeth genetics so that I could smile without breaking mirrors and I DID NOT go through hell with mouth devices in middle school to have my bottom teeth fall out under mysterious circumstances.
So I did a quick little read up on it online. Apparently stress is REALLY BAD for your gums. And teeth. And the bone surrounding your teeth. It can make you prone to infections and periodontitis, if not make you more vulnerable to developing it.
And for several months I have been under, like, some of the most SEVERE stress of my life ever because thank you shitty chemistry teacher and thank you gifted student complex that makes me judge my self worth through my grade point average, you’re both bastards and I hate you both for this.
My diet hasn’t changed too much, I’m too broke to be eating absurd amounts of junk food when my mom still insists on cooking for me. And my home-cooked meals still include vegetables and starches and meats, so pretty wholesome meals all in all. My oral hygiene, while sometimes spotty because mental health, hasn’t been consistently neglectful because I recently decided I wanted my teeth to not be stained Brit yellow as a tea drinker, so I bought an expensive whitening tooth paste (with fluoride of course), and in order for it to work and continue working I need to brush consistently obviously, so that’s been motivating me to brush and I’ve seen it help. My gums are a healthy pale pink, not bloody red or swollen.
I even have one of those pick and mirror kits you can buy at the store that I use to check my teeth out and for missed or suspicious spots. Listen, ok, I had one of those telescoping rods installed in my mouth in middle school, a power chain, wedges, and rubber bands. My mouth was torn to fucking hell to fix my teeth and not have them fall out because they were fighting for space (because they were massive and I also had to have them shaved down just to fit in my mouth. By like a lot. A lot a lot). And I’m not doing that shit ever again. Like NEVER EVER. I had a permanent retainer installed on my lower teeth (haven’t broken it yet) and I wear my upper retainer at least once a week (again forgetfulness is worse when I’m exhausted and I wear it at night. Still trying to build that healthy habit, and it still fits even if a little snug sometimes. It’s still Better than never wearing it.)
But they’re receding on a few of my teeth and that’s a recent development because during my last dentist appointment my dentist said I was looking great, just to keep an eye on a potential problem area we’ve been watching over the years, but I’ve had no issues with it so far. That problem area WAS NOT my gums, or my gums attempting to evacuate existence. And I have had a little sensitivity to temperature but I assumed “well whitening toothpaste duh”. Now I’m starting to suspect it’s because my stress levels are causing my body to not function correctly and that’s affecting me physically. I’ve had more evidence for this theory but I’ve been dismissing it aside from this, including heart palpitations, trouble sleeping, a grey hair (I’m deadly serious unfortunately), stomach issues, menstrual irregularity even on BC, consistently elevated heart rate, and other issues. Mostly because honestly I don’t know of ways to manage this kind of stress in the context of adult life when nobody has time for themselves anymore between working and school.
This is the stuff people don’t talk about when it comes to stress. It’s always this intangible concept when talked about; but it’s not. It’s a physical manifestation and process in your body. You experience it, and it’s real even when you can’t feel or see it. And its impacts are really terrible for people’s health. But we don’t talk about those far reaching physical effects. We only talk about the emotional aspect of it, but it has an extremely physical impact on the body, and it can fucking kill you if not cause long-term harm.
I wish I knew how the fuck to make time for myself and fix this but I cannot manifest extra time for myself out of thin air, so I’ll just have to wait till things chill again and remember to do life at my own pace again.
More Posts from Demisexual-dryad and Others
You make me feel seen with that “I hate this pose lemme redraw it fifty times” in the beginning. Thank god I’m not the only one who does that.
Aquarium date!
Total work time 109 min
I’d like to add that this is an unfair comparison to make on the simple basis that molecules are made up of the smallest of building blocks, atoms. There are therefore, inevitably going to be some that are really simple, like an O2 molecule.
But organic molecules, as is true for most living and essential to living structures, get fucking complicated and fast. For example. Good ol’ glucose. C6H12O6. There’s already bits hanging off of a hexagonally shaped sugar. Glucose is used and transformed from that, into much, much more complicated structures, as the energy gained from breaking apart multiple glucose molecules can then be used to synthesize ribosomes, which then take pieces of DNA code and that is absurdly long and use even more complicated molecule groups to synthesize advanced proteins and enzymes that help not only cells, but entire tissue, organ, and ultimately the entire organism function.
You remember how much DNA a human has? Now try to think about how many proteins the plant with the largest recorded number of base pairs of alleles has- the current record (which changes every few years or so) has about 160 BILLION. And it’s not even a type of tree! It’s a fern!
That’s a lot of fucking molecules!!!! That’s a lot of little complicated structures!!!
And I don’t mean to make that sound dramatic but it very much is important. Some protein folding disorders can cause some major issues. And that’s just in humans. Never mind other animals too!
biologists will be like this is a very simplified diagram of a mammalian cell
chemists will be like this is a molecule
Leaving things where I will always, like clockwork, know I will look for them first.
When I lose things and CANT find them, it’s because either I or someone else broke the routine.
If I can see it immediately I need to feel that it is there. Can’t feel it or see it? Need to hear it. My vision is already and always has been shit.
Keys? If they’re not in my pants pockets, they’re in my hands. If they’re not in my hands, I have them in my teeth. Not In my teeth? Check my bag pocket. Not in bag pocket? They then are only ever going to be in my car cupholder.
I can’t forget my work shoes if they are already on my feet or literally beneath or on my work bag. Even if this annoys the piss out of other people, it. works.
If something is within arms reach, the compulsion of: I might as well! Kicks in and I can actually manage at least taking care of my basic needs
The problem with this method is if I get stuck in a depressive spiral and don’t look at a specific spot by the mirror in the bathroom that I look at 90% of the time like three self care tasks are being forgotten that day.
If the cleaning supplies are sitting on the bathroom counter, eventually I will remember to do the task. Usually when looking at the thing annoys me enough.
uUUUUHHHHHHH LISTEN I GOT MUSCLES BUT NOT ENOUGH MUSCLE TO DUAL WIELD BLADES AND TAKE DOWN MONSTERS MANY TIMES MY OWN SIZE. YEAH I’M A LITTLE FUCKED.
Isn’t it like physically impossible to dual blade in real life unless you’re using light swords/daggers/axes? Unless there’s like mega magical protein In my food I’m cooked. The gravios is gonna see me and fuck my shit uppppppp…
Not to mention my old soft tissue injuries- I sprained my ankles real bad and it still aches- it’s been almost two years. My shit still clicks when I roll it in a circle. My shoulder too. Dislocated that in January. That clicks too now.
I could probably handle desert heat though. Florida is a mix of desert and swamp, so at least the exposure won’t do me in.
Question for yall:
Is 6,662 words too long for a second chapter?
The first was only like, 3,879 now that I’m looking at it.
Should I wrap this one up and post it, or break it in half or something????
I’m remembering why I avoided writing fanfics now. It’s because I am like Oscar fucking Wilde and I don’t know how to stop once the flood gates open.
I need advice. Help.
I’m pretty sure the quartering act makes this illegal, no? Same shit British soldiers did to us I believe. Entered your home without consent and just took whatever they felt like. In search of rebellion weapons and whatnot.
What has this country come to.
….
I feel the need to say again, that I am in fact, NOT a Tahitian clam, and don’t produce pearls, much less from my cooter, and would appreciate it if I wasn’t treated as such.
Also to that nurse who told me the speculum would ‘tickle’, WHAT THE FJUCK FREAK SHIT DO YOU GET UP TO IN YOUR SPARE TIME THAT, THAT SENSATION SPECIFICALLY IS A “TICKLE”?!?!
Anyways I unfortunately have to get it done AGAIN because the nurse disregarded me telling them that hey; I was on my period, and that I might be bleeding too heavily for them to get a good cell sample.
But what do I know, right? It’s not like this uterus of mine is attached to me specifically or anything…
I got my first pap done today.
If I never see another speculum again it’ll be too fucking soon.
Phoenix wright being phoenix wright yknow.
"he would not fucking say that" but about injuries. he would not fucking recover that quickly. those scars would not fucking heal like that. he would not be fucking able bodied after that. he would not be fully lucid after that.
Bro this sinus infection is kicking my ass.
So is Chem II but we’re not going to talk about my shit professor driving me up the wall when I sound like a prepubescent boy with the amount of croaking and voice cracks I’m having.
Gods pray for me. I don’t know how imma get through this semester but I will somehow make it work in my favor in the end. Somehow.
-
chlorogoth liked this · 2 months ago -
demisexual-dryad reblogged this · 2 months ago
I’m feral because I can’t achieve my dreams in love and I’m ok with that because it’s my fault. I’m an introvert to the max babes
298 posts