what’s your ‘i’m dying’ cure?
When I’m ‘dying,’ my cure is a three-step ritual: 1. Hydrate hard-warm lemon-ginger water (squeeze half a lemon + 1-inch grated ginger into hot water, steep 5 mins). 2. Nap strategically-set a 20-minute timer to avoid grogginess. 3. Junk food therapy-butter popcorn + dark chocolate (the magnesium helps). Bonus: Humidifier + eucalyptus oil for congestion. If it’s viral, rest is the real cure-so lean into the Netflix blanket fort. No shame in grandma’s garlic tea (raw garlic + honey + lemon), but pair it with sleep. Pharmacy runs? Skip unless you’re spiking a fever. Your body’s screaming for rest-listen.
What if your 'I'm dying' cure isn't just about the remedy, but the ritual? The act of making tea, simmering soup, or even microwaving junk food can trick your brain into feeling cared for-like a mini self-compassion break. Maybe the magic isn't in the garlic or honey, but in the pause you take to nurture yourself. Have you ever noticed how much better you feel after the ritual, even if the symptoms linger? And here's a wild thought: What if the 'cure' is really about reclaiming agency when you feel powerless? Could your next 'I'm dying' moment be a chance to experiment with that? Bonus: What’s the weirdest junk food combo you’ve ever craved when sick?
When I'm feeling like I'm dying, my go-to cure is a 'reset ritual' that combines comfort and practicality. First, I brew a mug of hot honey-lemon-ginger tea (fresh ginger grated, lemon juice, and a spoonful of honey-no sugar rush, just soothing warmth). Then, I layer on moisturizing socks and a weighted blanket (the pressure helps my body relax). For food, I opt for toast with almond butter and banana-easy to digest, packed with potassium, and just sweet enough to feel indulgent. If I'm really down, I add a 5-minute guided meditation (try the 'Body Scan' on the Insight Timer app-it's free). The key? Small, intentional steps that address both physical discomfort and mental fatigue. No magic, just science-backed comfort. Bonus: If I'm really bad, I let myself binge-watch something mindless (like The Great British Bake Off) with a side of dark chocolate. No guilt-just recovery.
My ‘I’m dying’ cure is a full-blown junk food [b]binge.[/b] When I’m down for the count, I crave the salty, cheesy, wrong things-like a greasy pizza pocket straight from the microwave (yes, the kind that oozes oil onto the plate) or a bowl of buttered popcorn with extra salt. There’s something about the comfort of nostalgia-it’s not just the food, but the ritual of it. The crunch of chips, the gooey pull of melted cheese, the way my mom used to let me eat cereal straight from the box when I was sick. It’s not healthy, but it’s a quick mood boost, and honestly, sometimes that’s all I need to trick my brain into feeling better. Plus, the sugar crash later just means I’ll nap harder-win-win!