How To Take Care Of Yourself

Buy multivitmins at an overpriced organic grocery store and place them next to your anti-anxiety medication. “Instability, I would like you to meet Stability!” you tell the two different kinds of pills in your medicine cabinet. Start taking them every day in a futile attempt to reverse the damage you’ve done to your body. Mistake your anti-anxiety meds for a multivitamin once and spend the entire day feeling like an octopus that’s submerged in warm water. Well, I guess this is growing up.

Run yourself into the ground. Stay up late, eat crappy food, and test your body until it breaks, until it says to you, “Um, you’re going to jail for being such a bad caretaker. Have fun being bedridden for a week!”

Stock up on Emergen-C and Theraflu, and feel like an accomplished person. When you start to feel the tickle in the back of your throat, start taking them immediately. Feel like you’re being tested to see if you can take care of yourself the same way your mom and dad do. Rise to the challenge! When a friend asks you to meet up for a drink, simply hold up your Theraflu, Emergen-C and multivitamins with a defeated expression. “I would but I have all these vitamins…”

Buy fancy tonics and juices that claim to boost your immune system. Drink them with a sense of purpose and with pride while walking around your neighborhood. “Look at me, being healthy and drinking ginger juice. HAIIIII. WHO HAS THEIR S**T TOGETHER? ME.”

Ten juices and a hundred dollars later, find yourself still feeling sick and miserable. “WTF? I bought the juice. I took the vitamins. What more do you want from me, Body?!” Lay in bed. Watch movies. Tweet about how much your life sucks. Wish for a significant other. In your twenties, having a BF or a GF is the equivalent of having a mom or dad to take care of you when you’re sick. It’s their job to bring you soup and treat you like a fragile diamond. After all, it’s in the contract you make them sign when they’re wasted. “Honey, oh my god, I just love ya! Now sign on the dotted line, okay? Shhh, don’t worry about it. It’s just a little something I made that says I vow to give you oral sex every day!”

Get restless lying around the house and decide to get a Hot Toddy with a friend. “It’s good for me, okay?! Very healing!” Have one Hot Toddy turn into four and then, surprise, you’re wasted. Make out with a random at a bar but have the courtesy to tell them that you’re sick beforehand. BECAUSE YOU’RE A RESPONSIBLE PERSON.

Wake up the next morning feeling hungover and more sick. Fly into a blind rage and throw all of your medicines out in the trash. Resort to just drinking lots of water and don’t leave your apartment for anything other than work until you feel better. Wonder if you’ll ever not want your mom when you’re sick. Fail to imagine ever becoming that sense of comfort for your child. Being sick makes you feels like a failed adult, like you’ve been exposed for being an irresponsible twentysomething. “The jig is up, y’all! I have excess phlegm.” TC mark

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Ryan O'Connell

I'm a brat.

Trace the scars life has left you. It will remind you that at one point, you fought for something. You believed.

“You are the only person who gets to decide if you are happy or not—do not put your happiness into the hands of other people. Do not make it contingent on their acceptance of you or their feelings for you. At the end of the day, it doesn’t matter if someone dislikes you or if someone doesn’t want to be with you. All that matters is that you are happy with the person you are becoming. All that matters is that you like yourself, that you are proud of what you are putting out into the world. You are in charge of your joy, of your worth. You get to be your own validation. Please don’t ever forget that.” — Bianca Sparacino

Excerpted from The Strength In Our Scars by Bianca Sparacino.

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  • Anonymous

    Hahaha I love a hot toddy, but I never seem to stop at just one… #missingthepoint

  • Asshole

    Ryan’s Writing Style…. Broken record or a repeated game of mad-libs? 

    • Zara

      all god man he’s bloody hilarious!!!!!! I always look for Ryan’s name

      • Asdf

        Is “All God Man” the god of unitarians?

    • Asdf

      The same might be said for many comments on TC. My own included.

  • ANABELLE

    i, on the other hand, LOVE ryan’s writing style. Its kind of spastic and all over the place, but at the same time makes so much sense. Basically his writing style defines my life and I am forever grateful.

    FUCK Emergen-C… its a trap to get you to buy more. It puts a band-aid on your tickle for 24 hours then you feel like death again. 

  • Bridget

    oxymoron: fragile diamond

    • http://www.facebook.com/grc15r Gregory Costa

      They’re brittle, though.  A sharp blow and they crack..A sharp blow to me and I also crack.  So I don’t know. 

      • http://www.facebook.com/grc15r Gregory Costa

        I think I was trying to make a point until I got lost reading more and more about diamonds.  Somebody should write about the chemistry and history of diamonds.  Fascinating stuff. 

  • http://www.facebook.com/jessi.smith1 Jessi Smith

    Oh my God. This is my life, right now, this very instant.  I’ve kept a bottle of Nyquil by my bed and have been taking indiscriminate swigs every now and then. It’s nearing empty, I don’t feel any better, and now I’m just robo-tripping and posting on Thought Catalog. I think I’m in Hell. Someone bring whiskey. *WHINE*

    • Natalya316

      That shit can mess up your liver. You should measure your doses.

  • Mish

    I wish I could have oral sex everyday. :(

  • Guest93

    … fragile diamond? FRAGILE diamond? Fragile DIAMOND? FRAGILE DIAMOND?!!

  • http://twitter.com/MelanieAvalon Melanie Avalon

    whenever i feel the tickle I start chugging echinacea like my life depends on it, and if I get sick I’m then convinced it’s because I did not respond within the proper time window. It’s a sensitive time window. Even though the media says it’s all in our heads. WHATEVER.  

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