The practitioner maps tender points along a nerve to find the source of illness. Spinal treatment. 1912.
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The practitioner maps tender points along a nerve to find the source of illness. Spinal treatment. 1912.
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omg i’ve been shot with the therapy ray i am genuinely finding it hard to think negatively abt myself,, holy shit thanks prozac🥳
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Anthony Goldsmith
Resist the urge to speak negatively about yourself this year. Your brain listens to everything you say, even the jokes and the moments you brush off as just venting. Negative self talk isn’t harmless, it trains your nervous system to anticipate loss, stress, and disappointment. Over time, your words become signals of threat or safety to your body, shaping how you feel, respond, and recover. Choose language that supports regulation, resilience, and self trust, because your nervous system is always listening.
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When you notice negative self talk, pause and gently place one hand on your chest and one on your belly. Take a slow breath in through your nose for 4 seconds, then exhale through your mouth for 6 seconds. As you exhale, silently say, That’s not helpful right now. Then replace the thought with a neutral or supportive phrase such as, I’m doing the best I can in this moment, or My body is learning safety. Repeat this for 3–5 breaths.
This is interesting..
From birth, your tongue is actually connected to your toes through an intricate network of connective tissue known as fascia.
If your tongue is not resting correctly in your mouth due to mouth breathing, things can get out of alignment in your mouth and the rest of your body.
Tongue posture can lead to a foot imbalance and vice versa because the tongue guides all myofascial continuity structures that run from the inner arch of the foot up through the middle of the body to the tongue and jaw muscles.
When the tongue sits on top of the palate, it seals the oral cavity and holds the throat open like a tent. These muscles support the neck, keep your posture straight, help you breathe, and maintain your posture upright.
Your tongue also acts as a rudder and support system through a fascial line, and when the tongue is down, we breathe through our mouth, and the head falls forward due to lack of support, which leads to poor posture and increased energy expenditure.
CTTO: @posturepro
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NEED thoschei to make another catastrophically ill-fated attempt at fixing what went wrong this round because i NEED to hear one of them say this

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genes?
Oh you mean the little shits that help in trauma dumping over generations?
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