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If Social Media Dies, Make Soap

Gosh, over a week has passed and I didn’t write. It’s not because I didn’t feel inspired as much. After all, July is National Journal Writing MOnth. So are January, April and October, but I hadn’t heard about NaJoWriMo until late April. This month, I’ve had a prompt delivered to my inbox everyday, but I didn’t feel like writing. The reason is that I am in the midst of a new perseveration. Yeah, you guessed it right, I’ve jumped head first into the soap making craft. On Mama’s Losin’ It, one of the writing prompts this week asks what hobby you’d pick up if social media died tomorrow. This is what I’d do.

I have been making various different kinds of soaps. I do melt and pour soaping, so of course I didn’t technically make the soap myself, but I have tried various kinds of soap for the craft. So far, I like the cheapest kind best, but that supplier takes three to six business days to deliver and I’d run out of soap last Friday. That, plus the SLES that’s in that soap, made me decide to get all-natural soap at another store. I especially don’t like this soap’s pre-melted texture, but once melted, it’s easy to work with. The vendor warned that it may not be the best soap to work with layers with, but I made a layered soap that turned out quite good. One of the colors is supposed to be gold but it turned out yellowish white because I hadn’t shaken up the colorant enough before use. I will look into how to get it to look better.

Layered Soap

I have also tried my hand at body lotion making. The instructions I posted last week, weren’t correct. I made body lotions using a recipe I found online and almost everything went wrong that could’ve gone wrong. Like, I didn’t know that I had to heat the water phase, so I didn’t do this. This meant no or little emusification. The site I got the recipe from is also into all-natural stuff, so they probably deliberately skipped the preservative. Since I made a lotion out of mint tea, that meant it’d gone off within a day. I have decided not to spend any money on this hobby for a month, since I already spent way too much on it so far, so I cannot buy the preservative until then. No lotion making for a while then.

I do, however, greatly enjoy this craft. One of the good parts about it is, of course, sharing my work. I do this on Facebook, so if that died tomorrow, I might not enjoy it as much. Then again, if no-one used social media anymore because it died, maybe I’d connect with other soapers through other venues. Forums and E-mail lists aren’t social media, right?

Speaking of Facebook, however, I did connect with a woman who doesn’t live too far from the tiny village and who is willing to soap with me at home. She’ll first visit me next week. I don’t know whether I could make real connections with people if any online connection for social purposes died. After all, I met all my long-time acquaintances online as well as my husband.

That doesn’t mean I wouldn’t enjoy the soaping craft at all. Maybe there’d actually not be as much pressure if social media didn’t exist, because I wouldn’t know what great soaps other people make. I currently make the majority of my soaps for people I know in real life, too. They’re staff and fellow patients at my institution, so I do sometimes wonder whether I’ll still enjoy this craft when I just have my husband and our tiny circle of acquaintances. We’ll just have to see.

Mama’s Losin’ It

Celebrating Myself #PreemieBlessings14

November, in the United Stats, is prematurity awareness month. In honor of preemies and prematurity awarness month, Michelle over at Preemie Blessings has started a challenge. Her first challenge is to answer on one of your social media networks who you are celebrating during prematurity awareness month. Now most preemie bloggers are parents so will mention their children. I’m not a parent, but a preemie myself, and I am just going to be bold and celebrate my very own self!

November is a tough month for me usually. It means adjusting to the end of daylight saving time, the start of colder weather and, well, fall and winter blues. November 2 also marks the anniversary of my first suicide note in 2001 and my suicidal crisis in 2007 which led to my psychiatric institutionalization. I know what it is like to feel like I no longer want to live, but I also know what it is like to feel like a surviovr, and to celebrate it!

I was born at somewhere between 25 and 26 weeks gestation in June of 1986. During my three months in neonatal care, I endured various complications. From one of them, retinopathy of prematurity, I’ve been legally blind all my life and am now totally blind. The others are a mystery in some ways. I had a possible brain bleed, but it wasn’t suspected until hydrocephalus was diagnosed in November. You know, they didn’t do CT-scans or MRIs routinely back then. I also had a lung infection when I was still in the NICU and RSV when I’d been home a few months, but not sure whether I had the A’s and B’s (apnea and bradycardia) that so many preemie parents worry about.

I once read this inaugural speech by a professor of neonatology or something, who said that lung problems, retinopathy of prematurity and brain bleeds are the three conditions that predict poor outcome in preemies. I don’t know whether this professor drew the connection, but I did draw one between poor outcome and “quality of life” and further worried that babies with all three conditions, like myself, should not be allowed to survive.

I still struggle with the thought that I shouldn’t have survived and with suicidal ideation at times. Life is tough sometimes, especially now that I’m worrying about the upcoming cuts to care that will take effect in 2015. I worry that I’ll be left to my own resources, like I was in 2007, and that I will fall into a crisis again. This worry has almost led to a mini-crisis already.

But let’s move on to the positive. I celebrate myself and my life, after all. Here are some things that make my life worth living.


  • Being married to my wonderful husband.

  • The support from people on social networking sites.

  • Being able to read Preemie Blessings and so many other lovely blogs.

  • The Internet in general.

  • Being able to express myself in writing.

  • My creativity and the help I get at day activities to express it.

  • My faith.


Today, I can say I’m glad to be alive. I say this with a bit of a knot in my throat, but I say it nonetheless.