Ever since I found the courage I am a regular at 2 tattoo shops. Once or twice a year I go there to get a nice new image. These images are (without exception) amulets, but the experience of getting a tattoo is important too.
I tried a lot of things to calm my brain: alcohol (ok, a little is nice but not as a therapy), pills (better not), not eating (not sustainable), yoga (freaks me out), meditation (freaks me out), body check (freaks me out), massage (don’t touch me!) doing sports (more brainrage!), sleeping (better stick to nights); nothing really worked.
But at the tattoo shop I find my peace. Crazy atmosphere (half naked people getting pinched with needles), loud music, buzzing machines, inescapable surrender and trust and pain. Oh, pain.
Getting tattooed allows me to temporarily escape my brain. There is nothing I can do, if I would resist disaster will follow. On the table I often fall asleep a little and find myself totally at ease. And the bonus: nice images all over!
Can recommend. 🙂
