BFRB Network Haul

Had the urge to buy something for myself, for selfcare a few weeks back, so I took to the TLC Foundation website to see what I could find. They’ve got quite a fantastic selection of fiddle toys, books, bracelets and more!

It was my first time ordering from the site, and I have to say it was fantastic. Every purchase funds outreach, education and research for people living with BFRBs which was an added perk. Quick delivery, easy to order things and the items arrived with information about the organization and BFRBs which I thought was awesome! To add to the fun, my receipt had a hand-written thank you note on it with a ❤ and it made me smile-it’s the little things. 

Below is what I ordered and thought of the items so far.

1. Handmade Anxiety Spinning Ring

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I was really excited about this- mostly as it was simple and inconspicuous but functional. Intrigued by the fashion + functionality aspect of this ring it’s exactly what I was looking for. A few weeks later I’m still a big fan of it. Although the pearling on the beds has worn off making it look worn and aged I still like this ring and would definitely recommend it for someone looking to have a fiddle toy without looking like you have a fiddle toy.

 

 

2. Edamame Soybean Fiddle Toy

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HOW CUTE IS THIS!? I bought this not because it seemed useful, but because it’s just adorable. It arrived in a pack of two, the second one isn’t shown in the picture. I love them. I’ve been keeping one on my keychain which has been really helpful driving to work each day. Used it throughout meetings a couple weeks ago- super helpful. I love how this fiddle toy doesn’t look like a fiddle toy but rather a trendy keychain

3. Life is Tricky by Lindsey M. Muller 

I have just started this so a review will have to wait. Stay-tuned.

 


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The Lie…

I’ve always been an optimist.

I blame my Dad for this-he is the most “sunny ways” person I know. He instilled in me that every situation, regardless of it’s level of awful, can have a silver outline. He takes the darkest of times and sees the positive light of day.

It’s good, but bad.

It’s made me an optimistic liar. 

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For you see, thanks to my optimistic view of life I lie to myself all the time.

I wakeup and say “today I’ll drink less coffee, eat healthy and really walk the dog!”

I make promises I know I’ll never keep. For example last week, when I vowed not to eat dairy, but then happily consumed a slice of pizza when it stared me in the face.

I like to think I can achieve anything. A positive trait one would think. I also try and see the good in every situation. Achievement, and optimism…both good qualities? Ones you’d put in an interview list for sure!

However, sometimes these views make me believe things that are untrue. Only to face disappointment.

I tell myself optimistic lies all the time.

Bad grade? I’ll do better next assignment! I’ll makeup those attendance marks by talking a-ton in the last few weeks.

A relationship on the tumble? Optimist me sees possibility, focuses on good times, dreams of hope in the end.

…My hair pulling is never exempt from my optimism in particular.

I lie about my Trichotillomania the most.

Wearing a hat? Today I won’t pull my hair!

New haircut? There. I won’t ruin this one. This haircut will make things better…there’s one hair out of place, need to fix that.

New apartment? I won’t pull my hair here. This is a pull-free zone…sits on couch, pulls hair.

New relationship? I won’t pull my hair around this person…pulls hair the minute the person leaves the room.

I don’t need to get help for this, I’m in control…sits on couch and pulls hair out by clumps.

Lies to ourselves are just things of desire. Although no matter how optimistic or well aimed they may be, they’re detrimental to success and to ourselves.

I’m know I won’t magically become truthful to myself overnight. Nor do I want to. I also know I’m not going to become a pessimist. Bright side views and sunny ways is who I am. Who I was raised to be, and love that about myself.

Instead I’m going to aim to be critical. Critical of thoughts, critical of lies, critical of views. Aiming instead for goals with tangible targets, and points of success. I’ll be different this time around…

Or at least that’s what I’m telling myself.