I meant the term more as an expression, which would denote one’s personal lowest point, not necessarily how low a human being can possibly get. It might be possible to have a collectively agreed upon level of “true rock bottom,” but at a certain point I think it gets obfuscated - different circumstances and contexts might be perceived as worse or more challenging by others.
Straight white Canadian cismale here, because that context can be important. I went to a therapist in my early-mid twenties that was alright, but it was the first one that I got. She was a good help, but never got around to some fundamental stuff, and I realize now that I wasn’t fully understood. I think we didn’t like each other, regardless she did remain professional which was cool.
Second time around, when I was 30 and really hit rock bottom, I shopped around, and found possibly the best therapist I could get for me. She was incredible. I have developed tools that can get me through anything. I feel like I understand myself at the most essential depth.
I will always advocate for therapy in any form you can get it, in whatever way is right for you. I’ve been able to help a lot of other people thanks to the help I’ve gotten. I’m not gonna lie and say that I am able to solve everything, but I do take pride in saying that I’ve genuinely helped some people at least breathe easier through their issues.
Corinthians 69? Nice 😎
i pee the bed ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Her style is great. Still fly AF imo
Is this present, future, or past timeline?
Slawghtered
Man
Your comics lately
Are you okay?
^greatly enjoyed it as always tho^
Blinking? Believe it or not, ads. Straight to the inside of the eyelids. Why dream when you can buy!
Wait until you guys hear about Lust seasons ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
I don’t like the idea of Milhouse being in two shitposts in one day
baking sheets with vegetables in the oven, below the sheet on the left has yellow text reading “SATIRE CRINGE ACCOUNT” and sheet on the right has pink text reading “SINCERE CRINGE ACCOUNT”
On a little vacay in Istanbul. This cat came to hang out at a restaurant down the street. He pawed my thigh, I thought he was gonna jump on me to ask me for pets and food, but I had no food left. I told him “sorry buddy I’m outta food.” Turns out he knew & was just pawing my thigh to move it so he could leave and find his next target.
I’ve seen people give full meals to this cat, he’s well fed.
So, fun fact, only the male calves are sold for veal to be slaughtered. Female calves may be kept to replace or make more dairy cows. As far as I’m aware, they don’t use the sun to kill any of them. Unless those bolt guns are solar powered.