I've made hugely rewarding changes in my life. Epic.
A little back story...animal welfare was my rubric.
For well over a decade, I was not only a vegetarian but also an animal advocate. A peta member, supporter, word spreader and donator. I supported the animal liberation front. I donated anything I could. I bought cruelty free products and boycotted animal tested brands. Etc....mostly etc. I was an avid blood donor, but had many issues with anemia.
I was diagnosed with ms in 2000. I was advised to step up and incorporate vitamins to supplement my diet.
I wanna say out of the gate, I am pig headed. Determined. I don't give up. I am not a quitter. I don't stop. I just keep going. I suppose I can abstractly relate to rocky balboa. I take hits...and I get up swinging.
The ms knocked me on my ass, turned my life upside down, made me feel like a pussy. After almost a year of infusions, dr visits, MRIs, working about 60 hrs a week, doing what I could for my brother and sister, doing anything I could for my grandparents...I was fucking frayed. I felt lost, lonely, alienated. I sought connection, and escape. I was overwhelmed. I was drowning and looking for a lifeboat.
For whatever reason, at the time, I began eating meat again. I stopped looking at manufacturers when I purchased dish detergent and shampoo. I started buying new clothes and leather shoes. I became a person I would have simultaneously hated and pitied.
I have renewed. In the course of almost 4 months of depression free life, my lens became clear again. My mood stability is paramount. A Suicidal ideation confession was the catalyst to painful decisions.
And now, I remember who I was. I was and am an empath. I was and am a vegetarian. I was and am an introvert. I was and am passionate about the welfare of animals.
I never was, but now I am active on social media. I have to say, in the world of social media, people in general suck. I could give a fuck about your filtered selfies of your new hair. I could give a fuck about your arbitrary post about your quinoa salad. I could give a fuck about your legs in a bubble bath pic. Sheep. Mindless herd. Media babies. Cells a permanent fixture in their hands, head downcast and eyes staring. I could give a fuck if you think someone is hot, including yourself.
Who I was, and who I am now has bigger fish to fry than some viral video, some tawdry fad, or some crap series. Some fucking morons say YOLO. You only live once.
Not me. I live EVERY fucking day. Until I die.
I don't need cheap thrills for gratification. I need nourishment. Enrichment.
And I cannot blame ms for eating meat for the past 8 years. But, I can say that it was a part of it.