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So true!!!! When you release it then it comes!

You "think" you're doing everything. Money never sleeps.😂

Have been "manifesting " money for the last 40 years

Talk to a realtor. it's always a good time to buy, no matter what is going on 😂

For over a year I have been doing all of this positive affirmation stuff and other things and what i got was losing the greatest job I ever had, I got health issues, car issues, home issues and last month when i finally had a chance at a great new job that I should have gotten, I didnt! So now I am forced to settle for a job that has everything I did not want to deal with! this is what over a year of being positive got me!

as lord shri 'Krishna' says in the Bhagavata Gita'. focus on the action, without worrying about the reward. and reward will come.

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Thanks for sharing, but I don't follow your line of reasoning. It sounds like you are saying that something that used to calm you down now has the opposite effect, and that means that you're healthier. Regardless, good luck in your journey.

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Admittedly I am not great with eating/exercise already so thankfully I have never gotten high because I would probably be really bad with both of those things if I did. Thanks for your thoughts!

Carbs are killing us go carnivore get off all meds

You did not mention how many mg of zoloft you are on -- this is probably the most important thing any Zoloft/Sertraline current or future users want to know. You did not mention how long you were on it. You did not mention what other drugs you're on. "brain fog" was normal for me first 3 months. . 10 months later, 100mg , big difference. almost 'normal' from my own experience. could your weight gain be due to more sleeping and less exercise?

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Hi, I had a similar experience on Zoloft. Mostly, I felt just extremely numb. I wasn't anxious, but I didn't feel much of anything else either. Even food didn't taste right. Forget about sex drive. I had none. After about 4 months that numbing effect started wearing off and I was told to increase the dose. I didn't want to do this, so I just stopped taking it without much in terms of withdrawal symptoms.

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My house is in its place organized clean until my hubby comes home then my house turns into world War 3

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Being stressed for finals, but to burnt out because of being an empath

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hell yeah, we out here shiftin n shit

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Thank you!

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reiki is pretty complicated but you're smiling a lot 😀 your subtitles aren't visible completely. have a nice peaceful day maddi

Hi, Maddi and Happy Monday!😊😊😊😊😊😎☀💙💙💙💙💙💙🌷💖💖💖💖💖💖🎇🎇🎇🎇🎇🎇👍. I'm so glad that you're feeling 100% better with a beautiful smile. I'm impressed!😍⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐👍

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Thanks for discussing the mind tricks and how to change, really need to work or changing some troubling habits, x

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@itmadeline A week goes by, and once again, my dad drops me off at my grandparents's place on February 2, 2012, after we made a visit to the house the night before while my cousin was with us. My dad, and I brought a 12 pack of Taco Bell tacos, and a few soft tacos, along with napkins, and packets of hot sauce. I only had three tacos that evening while my dad, and grandparents had a few as well. After my dad had left, I relaxed once more, and continued to think about God, and what he could do with me in the future, since I am a good person to others, and to myself. I literally slept in the blue chair, on the first night I arrived back at my grandparent's house on the week of February 1. I did sleep in it for a few nights the week before, especially on the night of January 26, when my grandfather stayed up until midnight watching an old Batman movie, that came out before I was born. I'd literally woke up, on the Friday of February 3, 2012, and it was only 4:30 in the morning. My grandfather greets me with a welcoming hello, and says that he was on his way to Circle K, to go pick up his morning paper, along with donuts for him, my grandmother, and me. After he had left, I moved the handle forward, in order to put the ottoman down. I rocked in the chair while I felt the blanket touching my chest. My grandmother put it over me the night before, especially when she saw me dozing off. I reach for my iPod, plug in my ear phones, and blast a song by Skrillex while thinking about sitting in the middle of a baseball field, surrounded by a group of Christians, who were discussing Faith, and hope. Sunday rolls around, and my Uncle was off that day, even though he was a bit hungover. I spent my morning rocking away in the blue chair while listening to my favorite metal band, Winds of Plague. Once the afternoon comes, my grandmother, insists that I go outside to get fresh air. So, I get myself up from my spot, before proceeding to the garage. It was 2 PM, when my Uncle, and I were chilling in the garage listening to country music while hearing the sound of my grandfather's Vietnam flag pole waving in the air. What happens while we were listening to country music? My other Uncle shows up in my aunt's van, with my youngest cousin who was selling girl scout cookies. The three of them get out, and as soon as they saw me with a beer in my hand, my youngest uncle goes in the house, and asks my grandmother if I'm suppose to have a beer. My oldest uncle, had his beer stashed in his car, due to the fact that my grandparents didn't want him to be drinking inside the house. The pack of beer he had in the car that day, was cold, and fresh, since he went to the store to pick it up before my grandmother had me go outside with him that afternoon. Ten minutes later, my youngest uncle, aunt, and youngest cousin head home, and after spending time out in the sun, I go back in the house, and head towards the living room. I nearly take a nap in my spot while the Super Bowl was going on. I even missed the half time show, where Madonna, and M.I.A. performed together. I even had some green chili that my grandmother made that afternoon before she drove herself to church that evening to pray. After having dinner a little after 5, that evening, I crash out while my Uncle was passed out on the floor in the front room. I nearly wake up to my dad telling me that it was time to head home, when he showed up to get me, a little after 7:00 that Sunday evening. My tiger was in the chair, and after noticing that it collected so much of my body warmth, I got up, and walked to the front room where my duffel bag was located. I'd have to say, that Super Bowl Sunday, along with the best memories of my grandparents's house, were the precious memories I'll always hold onto, until the day I die. Two weeks go by, and when it was the night of February 17, 2012, I said a prayer to the Lord. Now, here is where everything comes into play. That weekend, my grandparents were moving out, and getting ready to move into their new apartment. The prayer goes along the lines of something like this. "Oh Lord, I have a valuable, and sentimental item that I truly enjoy, especially since I'm not ashamed to tell you what it is. It's a nice, beautiful, and comfortable blue rocking chair that is well taken care of. If you could please have my grandparents take it wwith them when they move, that would be awesome. I love you with all my heart, and you're the only one I can pray to. Thank you for letting me, my family, and friends, live another day. Amen." Sunday night rolls around, and I'm sitting at the kitchen table while my best friend is watching Home Alone Part 2. My mom's boyfriend, bought the two of us sandwiches, and fries from RB's that evening, and dinner was amazing. I wondered if my prayer came true. I even spent the next day, and night thinking about it, especially when my dad, and I drove my dad's cousin to the airport at 11 PM, that Monday night, since she was flying back to El Paso. Tuesday afternoon comes, and my dad, and I are sitting at the kitchen table at my grandparent's new apartment. My grandfather was watching his war movies, when all of a sudden, my grandmother clears her throat, and says, "Mijo. Guess who has your chair now? Your Uncle has it at his house." In my head, I screamed, "Fuck yeah! Hell yeah! Thank you Lord for answering my prayer! Fuck yeah! This shit is awesome! Right on Jesus! Fuck yeah!" So, every time I'd go over to my Uncle's, even til this day, and even though they live in a different house, that is not the same as the previous one, I'll make my way to my spot, that I enjoyed at my grandparent's old house. Just the other day, when my dad, and I show up to my uncle's two, and a half story house to watch the UFC fight, since my aunt came into town after flying from Texas, I familiarize myself in the living room, and then see that the chair was replaced with the couch that was against the wall where the chair use to be. After my uncle explains that the living room flooded just a bit, he told me that him, and my aunt moved the chair to the family room area that was surrounded by a computer, and other chairs. So, I walk into that open room that was near the kitchen, and there it was, the same chair that I always loved, and still enjoy till this day. It's still in very good, and mint condition. After my aunt, and Uncle unloaded it at their old house, on the night of February 19, 2012, and ever since then, that blue chair is still in good condition, especially since my aunt, and uncle have two kids that are over the age of six. So, I spent this past Saturday in that chair, thinking about everything that God has blessed me with. I still thank him till this day. I even told him, "Even though, my grandparents don't take that chair, at least, my other relatives take it with them." What happens after saying that prayer? My wish comes true! How amazing is that! I even asked my uncle, and aunt a few times if I could have that chair. The last time I asked my aunt on the day my dad, and I went to go pick up my grandfather's tool box that was suppose to be my dad's, my aunt says, "Your cousin is still using it. He sleeps in it right now. When he's done with it, it's yours." She told me that earlier this year, on April 2. After she told me that, I didn't mind at all. My cousin is now thirteen, and if I were to ask him at this second, he would say, "Go ahead. It's not in my room any more. It's in the family room." That is how nice, and generous my cousin is with me, especially his youngest sister. But I'll wait a while. Once my father, and I get our place, I'll ask my uncle, and aunt again. This Christmas Eve, will mark six years since that wonderful moment, of visiting my grandparents's two story house, that they moved in, in the month of August that year, will remain a great memory. Those memories will never die. They will always live on, just like the music legend, Michael Jackson. Haha. Once I get that chair in my hands, I'll be in heaven for sure. I even still have my second valuable gift, known as my tiger. August 15, 2014, marked five years since I had her. She was attacked by my mom, and step-dad's Dachsund, but overall, she's in great shape, just like the blue chair. I'll wash her with my clothes, and she comes out of the dryer nice, soft, and warm. Those are the two valuable, and sentimental items I really enjoy. I have told you my whole story, reguarding the blessings I've received from our Lord, and Savior Jesus Christ. The End

@itmadeline After living in the big house for three, and a half years, my grandparents decide that it would be time to move in Febuary of that year. I remember staying with them twice in late January, and early February of 2012. The first time was January 24, and this was the first time staying with them, alone. My oldest uncle moved in with them in the fall of 2011 since he worked at the farm that was not too far from the house. My dad drops me off on February 24, and while my grandfather was watching an Obama speech that evening, I am use to where the chair is. It was next to my grandfather's in the living room, that had the tile floor. My grandmother was in her room, watching the Nobelas, which is a Mexican soap opera. I ended up crashing out in the chair while the ottoman was up, and the chair was leaned back, all the way. My grandfather had his chair at the same position as mine. My tiger was in my lap, and while I see a blanket covering me, I figured my grandmother walked into the living room with a blanket, and decided to cover me up since she knew I went to sleep. Now, since there are households that allow certain sleeping areas, my grandparents did not give a fuck where people slept. That night of January 24, 2012, and as my grandparents went to bed, I was in the guest room, that was now my Uncle's room at the time being. My duffel bag was in there, and while I was shocked that my grandparents did not have any more time to stay in that beautiful home, I began to look around the room. I could not sleep that night, so I carry the blanket that my grandmother puts on my bed. I walk over to the blue rocking chair that sat in the living room, next to my grandfather's brown rocker. I found myself rocking away in that nice cozy chair that night while my grandparents were in their room, and my uncle was passed out in the front room on the floor. The house was so big, to the point where you could feel the cold air, coming from outside, especially since the living room was insulated. I spent about an hour in the chair, up until a little after 2 AM. I ended up going to sleep in the chair, while listening to my iPod. I was jamming out to Kellie Pickler while finding ways to go to sleep. After taking some time to sleep, I roused myself before heading to the front room to grab my water bottle that was on the floor next to one of the sofas. As I walk to the sofa, I nearly poked my uncle in one of his eyes, when suddenly, he wakes up, and says sleepily, "What are you looking for mijo?" Mijo, is a Spanish term, for "son" by the way. After grabbing my water bottle, I head back to the guest room, and collapse on the bed. One of the best memories of January 2012, was when my grandparents, and I went for a ride in my grandfather's pickup a few days after my dad dropped me off. That Friday morning, we went to go get some burritos from a local mom, and pop Mexican restaurant that was a few miles from the house. I ordered a chorizo, and egg burrito, and once we got home, my grandfather, and I ate at the table. It was almost noon once we finished our breakfast. My grandmother was in her room eating while watching tv. The best part though, was when my cousin, came over to visit that afternoon. My grandmother prepared some enchiladas, rice, and beans, and to be a polite, and courteous person, I gave up my comfortable chair, and had my cousin, relax there. My grandmother turned the blue chair around to face the kitchen, and after moving one of the kitchen chairs next to the blue chair where my cousin rocked back, and forth, I started having images of God's salvation. Another cool thing happened that afternoon. After my grandmother, cousin, and I chatted in the front room, my grandmother took a picture of my cousin, and me feeling relaxed in the soft blue chair while my grandfather was watching Rifle Man on tv. That was a blessing of that day, and that sure was a good memory of the old house.

@itmadeline That is what my grandmother would tell you. She'd even say, "If you were to leave my grandson, and my husband in their chairs, they would drift off to sleep in an instant, especially my husband, who loves to watch Rifle Man, Jerry Springer, and John Wayne Movies, along with old cartoons." Let me continue on, where I left off. I remember that night, on August 14, 2009, when I drifted off to sleep in my comfortable place. My grandmother saw my brother walk up to me, and say, "It's time for bed now." So, I reluctantly left my spot, and walked to the middle guest room, that was between the two tile stairs, and a nice hallway that I didn't tell you about yet. The tile stairs are to the left of the front door of the house, and they lead you down into the main living room, and kitchen, which is all tile. So, the next morning comes, and after waking up around 7:30 in the morning, my grandmother calls me into her room, which is a straight shot from the front room. After entering, I walk to her walking closet while she has the tv on, and hands me what looked to be another sentimental value, which I still have till this day. I even gave her a name. It was a nice, and beautiful stuffed tiger with black, and white stripes, and a pink nose. My grandmother told me that she got it from those huge Walmart vending machines, that have you play a game before you could win a prize. After thanking my Nana, I cradled the furry animal, and walked into the guest room, to get ready for the day. After having some breakfast that consisted of eggs, chorizo, and bacon, my brother, and my two oldest cousins went out front to get ready for the yard sale that my grandmother had set up in the garage. My youngest cousin was in the living room with my grandfather while my aunt, was downstairs in the basement, getting ready for the day. What was I doing at this time? Well, I was listening to a few skits from Adam Sandler's "What the Hell Happened To Me" album while rocking the moment away in my spot in the front room while cradling the tiger my grandmother gave me. I love animals. I'm not going to lie. Since my parents hate cats, I told myself, "Fuck it. Why not collect stuffed ones if my parents, and step-dad hate them so much?" So, I spend most of my Saturday morning rocking away while listening to music. It helps me think, and meditate, especially praying to God about my problems. He was my professional Dr. Phil at the time. Haha. I found my brother entering the front room a little after 12 PM, that afternoon. He laid himself on one of the sofas while my grandmother starts to walk back into the house, and walk towards her room after playing some Mexican music on the radio. Now, to be a little more descriptive about this chair, I ended up falling in love with in 2008, it's a decent size one, and isn't those huge, and bad ass power rockers, or those huge chairs your grandfather would have in the corner of his living room at your grandparents. It's a medium size one, that can only fit one person, and it's a beast. While my brother takes a nap on the couch that is on the other side of the front room, near the window, and next to the entrance that lead into my grandparents's room, I ended up using the side handle that was below the right arm of the chair to lift the ottoman/foot rest, same thing, haha. I ended up taking a nap for an hour, and before I know it, I dozed off. Now, I don't want to bore you with the story, so I'll fast forward to 2012.

@itmadeline Here is my story, I have to tell you, and I am not ashamed to share my experience with you. It all started on December 24, 2008, when my dad drove me to my gramdmother's house at 7:30 in the evening. It took 20 to 25 minutes to get there from my old house that my mom, and dad use to live in before my mom, brother, and I moved out of it in November of 2010. Meanwhile, I listened to my Atreyu CD that my mother got me, while my dad was busy focusing on the road. Once I first got to my grandparent's new house that they rented from a man whom my grandfather worked with, the house itself was a two story home with six bedrooms, and a basement. I was shocked to see everybody, including my dad's two brothers, my cousins, my grandmother, a friend of my Uncle's, and my grandfather who was relaxing in his easy chair while watching tv, with a friend of his, who stopped by to visit. Now, it has been four months since my grandparents have settled in that big house, since they moved in August of 2008. Now, here comes that precious memory I told you about before I started the story. My grandparent's house was very beautiful, in fact, once you entered the house after walking into the front door, you were on tile. If you continued straight, and towards your right, you would walk two steps down, which took you to the front family room, that was all carpet. If you squared off from the front door behind you, and did the opposite, which is turn left, and walk another two steps down, you would be on tile again, but this time, you would be in the living room, where my grandfather, and his friend sat watching tv. Here comes the sweet part, and I'll tell you everything that occurred years later, after what I'm about to share with you. I don't mind you telling this story in a future video of yours. As I walk into the front family room, my dad ushered me to what looked to be what I ended up falling in love with after making myself comfortable in its nice, warm, and unique style embrace. Figured what I am talking about? Well, I'm about to tell you. It was a nice soft, and beautiful blue rocking chair, and luckily I said a prayer to the Lord in 2012, which I'll discuss in a bit. This chair is a chair that I always relaxed in, at my grandparent's old house, because of the fact I could listen to my iPod, and picture myself talking to God while everyone would be asleep in the middle of the night in the fall season. While my cousins were pretending to walk up to my dad's youngest brother, who dressed up as Santa Claus while I was rocking away in the blue chair, I pictured God saying in my mind, "Is this very sentimental to you, my son? You've found the right gift that shall be sentimental in your life." Since I went away to camp in the summer of 2009, I didn't get to know my sentimental, and precious gift that I ended up enjoying on Christmas Eve of 2008. But, after I started my senior year of high school, I could remember when I got home from school, and checked to see if I had any homework to do on a beautiful Friday afternoon on the third week of August. My aunt, and cousins moved in with my grandparents for a while, and since 2009 was the best year for going over to my grandmother's, and visiting my cousins every weekend in the month of August, I'd go along with my brother. My mom would always tell my brother, and me to take whatever we needed to work on during the weekend, if we had homework that was due on Monday. Anyhow, after getting to my grandparent's place, my cousins were downstairs in the basement, listening to music, and doing their hair while my eight year old cousin was in the upstairs living room, playing with action figures. I remember, on the Friday of August 14, 2009, when my grandmother was outside in the front yard, putting up yard sale signs since she use to do huge yard sales at the big house. My brother, two female cousins, my youngest male cousin, and I went with her to go put up signs, a few blocks away from the house. Some of us piled into the front, and backseat of my grandfather's old pickup while the rest of us huddled ourselves on the tailgate. My brother literally scared the living shit out of my oldest cousin, who is my age. He literally spied a spider, didn't tell her, and reminded her that it was right next to them. My grandmother was driving the truck while the three of us were on the tailgate. That shit was hilarious. Haha! That night after having some dinner that consisted of delicious Mexican sopa, I ended up rocking myself in the cozy blue easy chair in the family room. It has to be the most comfortable chair I ever experienced hanging out in, especially if I needed to say prayers to God in my mind, or read. My grandmother walks in the room, and starts singing my first, and middle name before whistling. If you could ask her questions, reguarding me, and this beautiful sentimental value, she'll even tell you herself, "Oh yeah, my grandson loves his chair. My husband has his in the living room. There was this one time when my daughter was downstairs in the basement while she was doing her hair in her room, and when she heard my grandson, and my husband rocking in those chairs, she'd go upstairs, and say, "mom! Tell them to stop making all that fucking racket!" But my daughter would be joking with me, when she said that."

@itmadeline Here is a story of my old precious blue chair. Let me know what you think, and please fill free to let me know what your favorite parts of the story that i will now share with you. It's a long story. so cozy up with your adorable pups, get comfortable, whatever place you choose to sit. whether it's a nice recliner chair, or a couch. grab some popcorn cause it's a long beautiful story. the more i tell this story the more i miss my chair. lol. if youtube could add a new feature to the platform, it's to add an "add image" icon to the comments section, so we can add a picture to a comment that we post. so i could share a picture of my old blue chair with you. so here you go. Take note, there will be a bit of foul language and humor in the story. lol. lots of nostalgia in the story too.

@itmadeline So I think the best way to meditate is by sitting in a recliner. A la-z-boy. maddie, a comfortable chair that will allow you to recline all the way back while the foot rest elevates you to the point where your head is above your heart, honestly is the most comfortable experience. and that's what makes meditation so lovely and powerful. also, rocking in the recliner with the leg rest closed, is another way of just meditating. you can lean the chair all the way back while rocking in it while taking your mind off everything. and just focusing on the presence. it is a beautiful experience maddie i highly recommend you try that. i don't know about you, but cuddling in a recliner is worth it. what do i mean by that? well, i mean, allowing your fur babies to snuggle up with you in a cozy chair. i was napping in my step-grandma's recliner one day, and her dog jumped onto the leg rest, so i invited her to come cuddle with me. she perched herself on the right arm of the recliner. and it was a beautiful experience. i wish i had a blanket lying around so i could cover her and me. it was a lovely experience cuddling with an animal in a cozy chair. highly recommend you do that someday. post a cuddle with my dogs video and talk more about self care. that's what i call one of the most beautiful things in life. i call it cuteness overload.

@itmadeline But the soft chair, my old blue recliner, was my safe space. I felt like I was being cuddled by someone. But seriously, when sitting in that chair 9 years ago, january 14, 2015 for the last time, 5 years before my uncle tossed it in a dumpster during the pandemic, cause it was broken, well, I'd sit in my chair when it was in great shape 9 years ago. and i felt safe. Nice thing was, the soft material would maintain its warmth. Let's say, I had my old chair til this day, it would've been in great shape. Let's say, I had a public speaker like you, or any other self care public speaker come to my home to do a 2 hour pep talk about self care. Would I let that person relax in my chair while I'm in that same room with that person? Absolutely. I am very caring and generous about all that. But after that person is done doing a 2 hour pep talk with me about self love and positivity, and after getting up from my chair, the nice thing is that the soft material of my chair, will continue to maintain that body heat from that specific person that was just sitting in my chair while he or she was doing that 2 hour one on one pep talk with me about self love and self care. I'd go sit in my chair minutes later, and it's nice and warm. And the warmth of my old chair, that really released energy from my body. Gave me that safety and reassurance. That whatever I'm feeling, I won't feel that current feeling in the future. Whether I'm sad at the moment, my old chair gave me that energy and reassurance that I'm safe sitting in my comfort zone. My old blue soft rocking recliner. I'd nap in my old chair. And all the sad or negative energy is gone. So excited to get my new recliner soon. And going to get one that looks like my old manual recliner. Same exact soft chenille material, kind of similar to corduroy, but with those beautiful clean lines i told you about. I don't know emma, but chenille material is just that soft material, I love to touch. It just gives me that form of safety. A way of helping me get through whatever troubles i go through. It's kind of like walking in the snow and you enjoy feeling the snow crunch under your boots, or shoes. and you tell yourself, that you receiving positive energy. same thing with my old chair and my new one that will replace it. that soft material, the chenille material, the clean lines under my fingers as i touch the chair while sitting in one, just gives me that sense of, "you are going to be safe as you sit here. and rock in this beautiful chair while being in the moment." that kind of positive vibe i receive. i love it. I do feel safe when sitting in a la-z-boy chair. not any other brand of recliner. cause let's face it, no other furniture company makes good recliners like la-z-boy does. their chairs allowing you to lean back while the leg rest is closed. and turning your chair into a bed, making the foot rest going up to its 18th reclining position, making you feel like you're on cloud 9 while feeling that stress, that anxiety, that grief, anger, whatever you feel deep down inside, all those feelings go out the window, as self care, positive energy, and the moments of healing come to your mind as you cozy up in a chair. like my old chair, or my step-grandma's cozy leather chair. I love telling stories like this. i wish the rest of the world can read what i have to say. thank you for reading this all the way through emma. and seriously if you get a chair like my old one, please do videos from the comfort of it. self care and self help videos that will continue to heal the minds of millions. thank you so much. keep releasing more positive self care videos. I love it. will curl up in my step-grandma's recliner next time i'm at her house when i watch your videos while mye ar buds are in while drowning out the outside world. This is beautiful.

@itmadeline Back to this chair though, my old one, not my step-grandma's, that a leather chair, but my old one. I don't know about you, but certain materials of furniture change our ways of thinking. For example: My old blue recliner, it was a la-z-boy. No wonder why La-z-boy makes us live life comfortably. and I loved that old slogan of theirs cause it gives that self care vibe we all need. But now the 96 year old company changed the slogan to, "Long live the lazy." Haha. Maybe due to the pandemic that forced us to lock down in our homes. Lol. And that company is the inventer of the recliner. How fantastic does that sound? I love it. Seriously, a recliner is a tool, it's a coping mechanism. For me, it's therapy to me. If I have no one to talk to on days where I feel lonely, I go sit in my step-grandmother's chair at her house when I go visit. and when I sit in that chair, any La-z-boy chair, all that energy is released from my body. I feel safe, I feel secure, I feel whole again. Nice thing about the chairs is that they are good for your back. La-z-boy chairs keep you in a good posture, something i love so much. Back to the material of my old chair. I apologize for going off in tangents here. But, the soft material of my old chair, was chenille. Just a very soft type of fabric. Clean lines smudged together. Vertical lines on the back of the chair, going up and down. and clean horizontal lines going horizontal on the arms and sides of the chair. left to right. I love it. Very soft like corduroy. And that material was welcoming to me. If I got my old chair from my uncle way before the pandemic, I would've been safe in that chair. that chair would've kept me at ease, as its soft blue chenille material, kept me in that warm hug. i'd sit in my old chair 10 years ago and feel like someone like you would be sitting with me in that same chair. any person. and discussing self care, self love, and self help. that chair was my safe haven. add a weighted blanket to the mix, and i'd be 100% safe. a weighed blanket draped over the whole recliner as I'm rocking in it, or if the leg rest is elevated up, making it feel like my head is above my heart. my gosh, that's just a beautiful thing about la-z-boy. their chairs are like self care pieces of furniture you should get one day. a place to unwind and clear your mind. i love it.

@itmadeline Seriously thank you for posting this. My name is Dominic. It's a pleasure to meet you. I am a musician. This is my current musician channel that I'm commenting from. All these mental health vids popped up in my recommendations on youtube. And you popped up, besides this other girl, Kiera Lhotan. The pandemic honestly messed me up entirely. Left me as an introvert. Nothing wrong with that part. But I'm slowly getting back to socializing with people. Do you know what the best place to sit in, and honestly I seriously enjoy sitting in one. Thank goodness, that special place to sit in, has always been in my family. Thank goodness my step-grandma has one. I was at her place yesterday and spent 6 hours sitting in this special place. It might sound random to people out there. But people like you and I who enjoy spreading the word on self love, and self care, need to know this. But the special place I love to sit in, and honest to God, it's comfortable, it takes the stress of me mentally and physically. That special place, you're going to be surprised when I say these 2 words. If you have one of these in your home, or if you don't, highly recommend you get one. It is this. a "la-z-boy rocking recliner". My goodness, emma, it is the best place to just lay back in. A perfect chair, that special seat in the house you always return to. It is amazing. Comfortable. It's like receiving a hug from a family member or a friend. I use to have one at my uncle's house. It was passed on from my grandma. I should've taken that chair from my uncle. But my goodness, what a chair to sit in, any la-z-boy. A chair to sit in, to release all the energy from your body. Just that place to sit in while being in the comfortable silence. I call it the hypnosis chair. I was in my step-grandma's chair for 6 hours yesterday. I rocked in it, took a nap in it, i was comfortable, and safe. I am definitely getting one to replace my old one. Kind of random to talk about this. But a chair like that in general is just a positive energy experience. A place you can curl up in, and just let it out, or a place you can nap in, or watch positive self care vids like this current one that popped up in my recommendations.

Brilliant video Maddi! Really enjoyed everything about it :) If possible in the future, could you do a video revving up your car? So we can hear how it sounds!! 🙂

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