Do not ingest them ever, do not apply them directly to your skin without a carrier oil, and Doterra and Young Living are MLM scams who are never to be trusted. There is so little regulation that there's no guarantee oils contain what they say they do. The only studied usage is for aromatherapy.

4 tips como Persona Altamente Sensible que te puedo recomendar para aliviar la ansiedad ✨

Para la ansiedad con la comida Tomar agua con hielo y aceite esencial de Toronja de döTERRA. El pomelo ayuda a reducir los niveles de ansiedad, y es muy bueno para combatir las sensaciones de apetito. Por lo que es mi aliado día a día. En 200 ml de agua agrega 2 gotas de este aceite esencial.

Para la ansiedad angustiosa En momentos de crisis, nada me ha ayudado más que los shocks de agua fría. Toma una ducha fría o refresca tus brazos, cuello y rostro con hielo. La psicoterapeuta Sheri Heller dice que “la estimulación sensorial con agua fría puede combatir los sentimientos que acompañan a la ansiedad y ofrecen alivio inmediato de los niveles elevados de cortisol (hormona que se libera en casos de estrés)”.

Para evitar una crisis o después de una Utiliza aromaterapia. La aromaterapia nos conecta con sentimientos y emociones, es por eso que es importante que descubras que aroma te lleva a tu zona segura. Pero sin duda puedo recomendar: ~döTERRA Adaptiv: mezcla calmante elaborada en mayor parte por aceite esencial de lavanda. ~döTERRA Ylang ylang: sin duda un aroma que nos conecta con nuestro niño interior feliz. ~döTERRA Balance "grounding blend": el grounding es una práctica que consiste caminar descalzo sobre la tierra. Esta mezcla de aceites tiene la finalidad de generar esta conexión con la naturaleza.

Para la ansiedad a la hora de dormir Es importante tener hábitos de sueño. Eso quiere decir que debemos desconectarnos de todo aparato eléctrico 1 hora antes de dormir. Si queremos dormir a las 22:00 hrs, a las 21:00 hrs debemos estar desconectados del mundo. ¿Cómo hago este proceso más ameno? En un difusor utiliza döTERRA Lavender Peace; mezcla de aceites para el descanso, y aplica en la planta de tus pies con un masaje. Este aroma sin duda comenzará a calmar tu mente. La lavanda es un potente sedante natural, por lo que es un muy buen inductor del sueño. En este proceso puedes hacer tu rutina facial, leer un libro, hacer afirmaciones, escuchar música relajante, o cualquier cosa que te ayude a calmar la mente. Incluso puedes disfrutar de una infusión de manzanilla.

Men and Women, BOTH, can experience a dip in their libido, stamina and energy levels due to stress, weight, and sleep quality. These essential oils have been known to support healthy testosterone levels. 🚀 Clary Sage – balances estrogen production🚀 Thyme – supports progesterone levels🚀 Hawaiian Sandalwood – supports testosterone levels Use these aromatically or topically for maximum…

Here are some cult traits that apply to pyramid schemes:

-focus on roping in new members

-focus on taking money from members and those close to them

-elitist system of ranking within the group structure (leader at the top, members must work their way up rank by rank as they prove their devotion by enlisting others)

-isolation tactics (driving away friends and family by following the demands of the group)

-charismatic leader (not all pyramid schemes have this but many do- see doTERRA's David Stirling, Market America's JR Ridinger)

-economic exploitation

-no accountability for cult leadership

-group leader is believed without question, even when objectively wrong (like doTERRA's insistence that is safe to consume essential oils)

Oils

Cult girl socializes at the opera and receives an unexpected call. 

Note: I tagged this as “anti mlm” as in multi-level marketing and not men-loving-men. 

Trigger warnings: Discussions of cults and emotional manipulation

It wasn't until after the opera was over that people began to notice you may have had a little fun during intermission. Hannibal's hair wasn't in its usual perfect side part and his jacket was slightly wrinkled in places. You could cover most of his love bites with your stole, but nothing could hide that post-orgasm glow.

Most opera-goers stayed to socialize for hours after the show concluded, making an already long night even longer. It was like clubbing, but for rich old people.

"So you're the future Mrs. Hannibal Lecter?" A woman with silvery hair said. She dragged her husband into the conversation by the arm. "I've heard so much about you."

You were about to say something witty, but noticed the way she was looking at you. Scanning you up and down. Looking for anything out of place to grill you about.

"Only good things, I hope." Hannibal said in your silence. His voice was vaguely threatening. "She is a doctoral student, in her second year of her graduate studies in clinical psychology."

The husband, who, up to this point, hadn't spoken a word, perked up. "Is that right?"

You smiled, excited for the chance to talk about your passion. "Yes sir. I've still got quite a ways to go, but I love my work."

"You should be proud." The man praised, looking at Hannibal. "You've got yourself an ambitious wife."

"Oh, we're not married yet." You corrected.

"So when can we expect an invitation?" The woman asked.

"Six months from now, isn't it?" Hannibal answered. "Memorial day weekend. Then I'm taking her to Italy for a lengthy honeymoon."

The woman threw her head back and sighed. "That sounds heavenly."

"You young modern girls are always so intuitive." The man commented. "I'll bet you tricked him into marrying you."

You wanted to call this guy out for his sexist bullshit, but he wasn't far off. It was Hannibal who tricked you, though.

Technically, he proposed to you within the first six months. You just didn't know it. It took until shockingly recently to find out.

It was during a ballroom dancing lesson of all places. You were sweaty, but loved the feeling of your lover's hands gently guiding your movements. You stepped away from the lesson to get some water, and innocently asked when he would propose to you.

"I believe I already did." He said with enough conviction to blur the lines of seriousness and sarcasm.

"You pretended to." You corrected. "Remember? We were just pretending to be engaged for Anna's wedding."

"But it didn't end after the wedding, did it?" He observed. "You kept calling me your fiancé long after that weekend passed."

You paused, then threw your head back in exasperation. "Oh my god, Hannibal."

Hannibal laughed. "I told you. Someday it won't be a lie."

"You're a piece of shit, you know that?" You pressed your fingers to your temples. "So we've been engaged this whole time?"

"What can I say?" He said, gently. "I knew you were my one and only even then. It was just a matter of circumventing your inhibitions."

"I'm not complaining." You folded your arms. "But a little notice would have been nice."

"Well, if you insist." He laced his fingers between his own. "[F/N] [L/N]. Will you be my wife?"

Even though the question was truly just a formality, you were still as giddy as a schoolgirl to hear those words.

"Yes, Hannibal Lecter." You said, cheeks stinging from smiling so hard. "I will marry you."

Then you just went back to the dance lesson like nothing happened. It was shockingly in-character for both of you.

"No." You shook your head. "We killed someone together and took a blood oath to never separate."

The couple laughed. Hannibal looked down at you with pride.

“So [F/N].” The man said. “Have you given any thought to your doctoral dissertation?” 

“Oh, Charles.” The woman rolled her eyes. “I’m sure she didn’t come here to be grilled about her studies.” 

“No, it’s okay.” You smiled. As long as you were talking about school, you weren’t being interrogated about the thirty-year age gap between you and Hannibal. “I have been thinking about my dissertation. There are plenty of fascinating topics to choose from, but I can’t not write it about, well, the reason I began to study psychology in the first place.” 

“And that is?” The man raised an eyebrow.

“Cults.” You said, grinning ear to ear. “Understanding them, their leaders, their followers, why people join them. How they evolve and grow more insidious as time passes. What form they’re starting to take in the digital age.” 

“That is interesting.” The woman’s voice rose, connoting genuine engagement. “And what form are they taking in the digital age?” 

You looked up at Hannibal, as if to ask for permission. Permission to rip into her and burn that bridge for good. He answered in the affirmative. 

“Ma’am, could I take a look at your bracelet?” You asked, already knowing exactly what she would say. 

Her face lit up. “Oh, do you like it?”

She pulled it off her wrist and handed it to you. You brought it to your nose and took a whiff, confirming your theory. Then you handed it off to Hannibal, whose sense of smell was much more refined. He took one breath, then recoiled. 

Hannibal covered his mouth and nose with his hand and coughed. “That is... quite strong, Mrs. DeMarco.” 

“It’s Affirm, by doTERRA.” She revealed, her voice growing defensive. “It helps you ground yourself and remember your worth.” 

You handed the bracelet back to her. “Do you sell doTERRA, Mrs. DeMarco?” 

“Well, now that you mention it...” A small smile appeared on her lips. “Why? Would you like to buy some?” 

“I hate to be the one to tell you this, ma’am, but...” You lied. “You’re actually in a cult.” 

She had nothing to say to that. She just stared at you with her mouth agape, urging you to explain yourself. 

“Multilevel marketing companies employ a host of cult manipulation tactics to con people out of their savings.” You explained. “Just because the promise is financial independence instead of a spot in paradise, doesn’t mean it’s not a lie. Research conducted by the Federal Trade Commission shows that the vast majority of participants actually lose money. The statistics are just a google search away, yet thousands of people still insist on the legitimacy of the companies they sell for.” 

“Well, I-” She protested, but couldn’t find the words to defend herself. “I’m there for the community, really. For the first time in years, I have a sisterhood of like-minded women who love me!” 

You smiled through a cringe. “That’s another pretty common cult manipulation tactic. They appropriate familial language to make people feel more connected to the group than they really should be.” 

Although you didn’t expect her to, she looked to be genuinely considering it. 

“Next time you see your ‘sisters’,” You began. “Pay attention to how they talk about people who are not in the group. Or, better yet, tell them that you’re considering leaving. You’ll see how conditional their love is.” 

An awkward, deafening silence followed. The woman looked at her husband, as if willing him to do something. To stand up to the evil twenty-something grad student who had the audacity to cite her sources. 

Instead, the husband just burst out in riotous laughter. 

“Miriam!” He nearly shouted, heaving like he was about to collapse. “I told you that oil business was up to no good! No honest company makes their employees pay to work!” 

The woman’s face turned red. You almost felt bad for her. The feeling vanished when the man put his hand on your shoulder. 

“Seriously, Dr. Lecter, you’d better keep this one.” He said, wiping a tear from his eye. “She’s an absolute godsend.” 

“No divine intervention was involved whatsoever, Dr. DeMarco.” Hannibal smiled to himself and brought a glass of champagne to his lips. “She is a woman of her own making."

"Oh, we all know that's not entirely true." The woman snapped, slipping into passive-aggression. She glanced at Hannibal. "How much are you spending on this mouthy little know-it-all? Isn't it about $80k a year?"

You, of course, brought this on yourself. You threw down the gauntlet by going after this girlboss's side hustle, so now nothing was off-limits.

"I wouldn't worry about that, Mrs. DeMarco." Hannibal said, calmly. "My soon-to-be wife's education is a much better investment than that overpriced napalm you wear on your wrist."

You couldn't help but laugh at that. It was a laugh you shared with the man. Hannibal looked down at you, admiring how your face lit up.

"You'll forgive my wife's rudeness." The man requested. "Please, Ms. [F/N], tell me more about your dissertation."

"Well," you laced your fingers together. "I'm planning to write my dissertation on the cult of academic elitism."

"I would tread lightly, dear." The woman warned, eyes darting to Hannibal. "You wouldn't want to bite the hand that feeds you."

You adjusted your stole, giving them a quick glance at the love bites along your neck.

"I assure you." You said. "He quite likes it when I bite."

Your clutch started to aggressively, audibly vibrate. You could have sworn you'd put your phone on silent, but it buzzed nonetheless.

"Probably just, y'know-" you stuttered, embarrassed. "An amber alert or something."

"We are expecting a snowstorm, I believe. I was warned of it a few minutes ago." Hannibal said, always ready to cover your ass whenever needed. The couple nodded along in understanding.

You pulled your phone from your clutch. Your eyes widened and your face turned sickly pale at the sight of a caller you thought you’d never hear from again. Without thinking, you slid the deny icon across the screen. 

“Right.” You said, tucking your phone and your secrets back into the clutch. “Winter Storm... Theresa is headed this way.” 

Not testing my patience :)

So, I’m going to avoid hopefully very scientific words, I’ll give a bit of an overview. Remember that toxic varies from substance to substance and depends on dose. 

Plants contain volatile oils, the process of making EOs distills these. A small bottle of EO has hundreds of pounds of planet material that is processed into it. It’s suuuuuper concentrated. This can be useful for a trained professional who is able to figure out the window of therapeutic dose (the helpful amount) vs toxic dose. But figuring out that dose is something that is going to depend on a lot of factors. 

It’s not as easy as a calculation of X% of oil in X amount of carrier. 

Different EOs have different plant oils. That means different windows of therapeutic to toxic. You can have a REALLY LARGE amount of chamomile plant before you need to worry about hitting that toxic threshhold. A plant like say... Willow bark is going to have a lower upper limit. When you concentrate as much as essential oils are, that different gets hella small.

To be useful, a substance needs to get in your body. Even topical applications, they’re absorbed by the cells. They do their action. You see a result. When the substance that you’re using is highly concentrated, it can overwhelm the system. It can put extra strain on the kidneys, liver, lungs, etc (anything elimination) to remove the abundance of molecules from the remedy before damage is done. This added strain to the systems won’t be apparently obvious. But the long term effects are going to take their toll. 

I have no actual study to quote here, but I personally would not be surprised to see liver or kidney failure become common in long term essential oil users.