tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36265550533120701882024-03-05T09:28:05.424-08:00the little blog of mAdnessFight mental health stigma, 'cause we're all a little mAd sometimes.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05866758988452983441noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626555053312070188.post-40450503988182989202013-03-30T22:24:00.000-07:002013-03-30T22:24:13.330-07:00Because this is my story.I haven't posted in a while, there've been some inevitable ups and downs with university and focus and life in general. I've been trying to wrap my head around whether or not this whole blogging thing is a positive for me anymore -- I worry that posting about what I'm going through might be like experiencing the situation twice... first hand, and then again when I re-visit it in my mind to write.<br />
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The thing is though, I love to write. I find the process of writing so calming, the rhythm of the keys, one sole voice in my head focused on voicing the words as I type, the movement of the words down the page each time I hit<br />
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Its like a new beginning, as if with each new sentence and every new paragraph, anything can happen. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">This is my story.</span> This is my story and I'm responsible for the twists and turns of the plot -- each moment can be different, maybe for the worse but I have the power to make it for the better. <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Because this is my story. </span></i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></i>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05866758988452983441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626555053312070188.post-90306106220399047982013-02-27T09:02:00.002-08:002013-02-27T09:02:55.903-08:00From a close friend<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace; font-size: x-large;">Eunoia</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;">-- From my experience, being an </span><u style="font-family: monospace;">optimist</u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"> does not come over night. It takes years and </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace; font-size: large;"><i>years</i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"> of training yourself to see the good in everything and sometimes this can be an issue as you choose to see the good in all things. Even when you consider yourself to be fairly optimistic regarding life and day to day situations, </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">you are human</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"> after all and will go through ups and downs - keep your head up girl and a smile on your face because it takes less muscle to smile than to frown. </span><br /><br /><i style="font-family: monospace;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Love<br />S</span></i></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05866758988452983441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626555053312070188.post-40146517253644907292013-02-25T12:13:00.001-08:002013-02-25T12:13:58.630-08:00Eunoia- A Well Mind<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;">From <span class="etyl">Ancient Greek</span> <span class="polytonic" lang="grc" style="font-family: inherit;"><a class="new" href="http://en.wiktionary.org/w/index.php?title=%CE%B5%E1%BD%94%CE%BD%CE%BF%CE%B9%CE%B1&action=edit&redlink=1" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #ba0000; text-decoration: none;" title="εὔνοια (page does not exist)">εὔνοια</a></span> </span><br />
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What is "beautiful thinking"?<br />
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To me, its solidifying every thought with kindness and compassion. Ridding yourself of the harsh judgements passing through the grey matter between your ears; this also means not judging any negative thoughts that may pass, rather reevaluating them. Beautiful thinking is a promise to yourself, to better yourself and appreciate the life that surrounds you, whether it be good or bad.<br />
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Completely attainable right?<br />
Haha, perhaps not.<br />
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At least for me.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>My mind is unwell</b></span>, this could be a result of Bipolar or my choosing to remain in negative opinion toward myself. Most likely its a combination of the two. To start to change my thinking - and I say "start" because it isn't just a switch to be turned on/off, its a daily commitment - I can focus first on beautifully thinking about others and everything around me, accepting things for what they are and making positive changes to the things I can.<br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I think many minds are unwell</span></b>. There is so much stress in the lighting fast world we exist in, that for the most part existing is all we do. I read a book on mindfulness by Jon Kabat Zin and if I could pick out the most important, eye-opening bit it would be--<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">the realization that we are no longer human beings, rather that we are human doings.</span></blockquote>
Beautiful thinking transcends this, it has the ability to return you to being--truly experiencing things as they happen, instead of merely doing, from sun up to sun down the mindless tasks required of you.<br />
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I wish for my mind to be well, I wish to think only with kindness -- especially toward myself -- I wish to be rather than do.<br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Unfortunately a star is just a ball of helium and hydrogen held together by gravity and does not grant wishes...</span></i><br />
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So I guess I'd better get to work, or find a genie-- although I hear those are hard to come by!<br />
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Promise to yourself to work toward achieving eunoia in your life.<br />
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I will too.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05866758988452983441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626555053312070188.post-14501155757455632132013-02-09T13:41:00.000-08:002013-02-09T16:34:04.371-08:00Fault Line<blockquote>
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I look down toward my feet, my eyes follow the hairline fracture in the ground as it disappears over the horizon line; mostly straight, but there are some tiny cracks branching off, it zig-zags a little. It doesn't look like much, but then again neither did the supposedly surmountable chunk of ice floating in the ocean that sank the titanic.<br />
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The surface-- a superficial depiction disproportionate to the havoc below. The smallest shift, slightest movement; detrimental. Pressure to the seemingly innocent crack is the causation of catastrophe.<br />
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From crack to chasm, the growing gap will consume you the minute you falter, falling off the eroding edges of what was once your peaceful existence.<br />
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The persistent feeling of walking such a fine line, tip toeing as though there were merely a delicate sheet of ice between me and the frigid water beneath, is exhausting.<br />
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But the moment you take a deep breath and realize that the ice has yet to crack and the fault line yet to expand, you can recognize that you're ok for now, and thats good enough. It has to be. Otherwise your entire life will be spent in a constant state of the fear of relapse. And that fear alone, perpetuates such negativity that relapse is almost inevitable.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX8zflg8DVkuHDho0Vz-xpy2EXM8siUkWQHYENJ_lE9dMdf9wPBu1poSveNoWRz7vqGSCBPNmeESTrDUsjPO-79Y6hFQxAAFD0IS_WRaXUnSJVX4OIvUwT6k-Y5tlmmueXrALHR2ZCrJI/s1600/mountains-river-canyon-forest-nature.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX8zflg8DVkuHDho0Vz-xpy2EXM8siUkWQHYENJ_lE9dMdf9wPBu1poSveNoWRz7vqGSCBPNmeESTrDUsjPO-79Y6hFQxAAFD0IS_WRaXUnSJVX4OIvUwT6k-Y5tlmmueXrALHR2ZCrJI/s320/mountains-river-canyon-forest-nature.jpg" width="320" /></a>If you do fall, if that tiny crack does give way to seemingly insurmountable depths, remember resilience. When the dust settles and the crash is over, find a foot-hold and climb. No matter how tough or long or hopeless the journey seems; climb. When you reach the top, take a look down. Disaster has given way to change. There is beauty and strength in this change that wasn't there before; hold on to it.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05866758988452983441noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626555053312070188.post-64934263752261664122013-02-06T03:00:00.000-08:002013-02-06T11:00:13.177-08:00Sleep, where art thou?I know, I know... '<i>a consistent sleep pattern is one of the best tools to help deal with a mood disorder</i>.' In fact some might say having a regulated sleep schedule is <u>the most</u> important thing.<br />
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Well unfortunately I've never acquired skills in the field of slumber. I don't think I ever even napped when I was younger.<br />
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At the moment its 6:00am, I've yet to fall asleep... how am I not tired?<br />
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Sometimes when I can't sleep, this immense sense of discomfort washes over me, capsizing me with each swell. Its frustration, its sadness, hopelessness, agitation, anxiety... not just in my mind, I feel these things throughout every inch of my body; my extremities shaking, skin crawling, temperature rising, the pace of my breathing and heart rate quicken. My thoughts seem to uncontrollably turn against me, proving to be worse backstabbers than a group of catty teenage girls. Regurgitating every memory of even the faintest failures/embarrassments/mistakes, it overtakes me, consuming my mind and body with such a negative presence its nearly impossible to escape.<br />
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I fend it off though. I breathe. <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Four</span></b> counts in, <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">six</span></b> counts out. <b>Four </b>in,<b> six</b> out.<i> Four, six. Four, six. Four, six-- </i>the above^ lessen as I keep breathing. Unfortunately this is only a temporary solution, I return to the stress state pretty quickly, so I breathe all over again <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Four</span></b> counts in, <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">six</span></b> counts out. <b>Four </b>in,<b> six</b> out.<i> Four, six. Four, six. Four, six. </i><br />
<u><b>And Repeat.</b></u><br />
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Just to add to things I've injured my shoulder, which results in;<br />
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<b>a. </b>waking up every time I move because it hurts<br />
<b>b.</b> needing to sleep in a practically upright position (so not comfy!)<br />
<b>c. </b>the lack of range of motion required to play guitar<br />
...(which is normally what keeps me sane when I can't sleep)<br />
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Basically, I'm tired of not being tired... make sense?<br />
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^I'm whining. I don't want to be.<br />
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So how about this, back to basics and I take one moment at a time, accept it for what it is and remember that I have the power to change the next moment for the better.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05866758988452983441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626555053312070188.post-13476908911946523182013-01-31T11:08:00.003-08:002013-02-01T23:53:14.859-08:00MI - from different to disconnectedCan't breathe,<br />
Panic stricken,<br />
Overtaken by unwanted yet unavoidable emotion. I hate to feel.<br />
Its quite the unfortunate evolutionary product if you ask me. There must be some "survival of the fittest" reasoning behind it, but right now its pretty hard to make out.<br />
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The past few days have been tough, who knows for what reason... but they've been tough. Being back at school is both a blessing and a curse. In one sense the constant surrounding of friends/acquaintances and even strangers is a welcome change from the stuffed animals in my bedroom at home. But the constant socializing is also a constant reminder of the fact that all though "Alannah" may fit in... I don't.<br />
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Living with the weight of illness or stress in your life changes you, not necessarily for the worse or better, but for the<i> different</i>. Theres nothing wrong with being different, I prefer it to being the same, but when the problem arises, at least for me, is when the<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">"difference" morphs into disconnect</span>. A parted seam between the people around you-- and you. The inability to be fully connected with someone who has not endured. Not always for a lack of trying on both parts, simply the ever present unawareness of the effect of mental illness and its severity.<br />
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Even when I'm <strike><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"balanced"</span></strike>-- which for me is a state of not fully manic and not fully depressed, rather than somewhere actually on the midline of emotion --I carry the weight of a lifetime of personally waged wars, haunting memories of my lowest points, fear and excitement of my highest and what seems like a split unable to be mended between the visible aspects of me, the internal ones and my emotions. I've separated the three unknowingly in order to cope. My balance is visible. My emotions, pure chaos. Me? My internal balance is fleeting, lasting sometimes longer than others, but it always leaves, quicker than it came.<br />
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But then I realize,<br />
This illness is so tightly intertwined with who I am,<br />
So incredibly connected to so many attributes that make me, me.<br />
I'm 19, I don't know who the hell I am.<br />
But who would I be without Bipolar?<br />
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I don't know. And I will never know.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><i>So yeah, brutal few days. But I wouldn't know that these days were so bad if I'd never experienced good ones.</i></span> </div>
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mood swings. manic. bipolar. depression. hypomania. mixed mood. medication. therapy. changes. restrictions. different.<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>endure.</i></span><br />
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loss of self. lost. improving. relapsing. new focus. old habits.<br />
fear. anxiety. creativity. intelligence. fog. thoughts.<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>endure.</i></span><br />
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self harm. self hate. hell. isolation. insomnia.<br />
high. low. lower. higher. cycle.<br />
pain. desperation. numb. feel. repress. express. crumble.<br />
anger. sadness. lonely.<br />
motionless. unstoppable. impossible.<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>endure.</i></span><br />
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why. questions. genetic. predisposed.<br />
stress. never-ending. sickness. illness. disease.<br />
complicated. worthless. burden.<br />
denial. acceptance. grieve.<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>endure.</i></span><br />
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one more breath, on more hour, one more day.<br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">endure.</span></i><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><strike>easier said than done.</strike></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05866758988452983441noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626555053312070188.post-78569813036929785172013-01-19T22:10:00.006-08:002013-01-19T22:47:48.327-08:00The "UGLY" TruthIf this blog were anonymous, this post would be so much easier to write.<br />
I hovered over the "publish" button for a long while...<br />
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So here it goes, welcome to blunt honesty.<br />
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My Ugly Truth does not, unfortunately, include Gerard Butler in a romantic comedy with a happy ending...<br />
Instead its that I have an all-encompassing preoccupation with my body.<br />
With logic and self compassion <i style="font-size: x-large;">I know</i> that the "ugliness" is not my appearance; its the way I consistently put myself down about it, day after day. Or the times I look in the mirror and don't want to leave the house because I actually get grossed out to the point of feeling nauseous by how I look, or at least how <i style="font-size: x-large;">I think</i> I look.<br />
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With logic, I know that I'm obviously not fat because I can walk into a store and fit into a small 90% of the time. So then, I beat up on myself for being stupid for beating up on myself in the first place.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><i>If my mind had fists, I'd have a black eye, brusied ribs and a missing tooth or two.</i></span><br />
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How can these thoughts that are so empty and meaningless - merely brought on by activity in my brain - have such a hold on me? Why, as far back as I can remember, have I never been comfortable with my body, and never been able to swing a fist back at these thoughts?<br />
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What could possibly cause me to have so much self-discust that I feel the need to restrict myself from eating, or binge until i feel sick and so guilty I have to get the calories out?<br />
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Im a science geek, and to be honest, reading and comprehending research articles on the risks and ineffectiveness of eating disorders, is probably the only thing that keeps me from having one.<br />
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Its exhausting, to always be self-conscious of the way I dress, or sit, or stand, or dance, or eat, or laugh, or breath, or run... of my arms, or stomach, or the roll over my jeans... you get the picture... My mind is constantly evaluating how to appear perfect to people around me.<br />
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When I'm manic, I lose weight because I exercise a ridiculous amount and don't get hungry. I feel overly confident as opposed to self-concious. And thats the hardest thing for me to give up by going on medication.<br />
And with depression? Its a spiralling cycle. Depressed, no exercise, binge eat, gain weight, more depressed, less exercise, more eating... repeat.<br />
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I don't want to be the kind of girl who won't leave the house without makeup, I don't want to be the girl obsessed with her weight, I don't want to be self-conscious comparing myself to every other girl, I don't want to care what other people think, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">and most of all I don't want to care <u>what I think.</u></span><br />
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But I don't know how.<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05866758988452983441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626555053312070188.post-15161812813434245672013-01-15T10:34:00.001-08:002013-01-15T10:34:35.407-08:00Mental Illness is a Coward.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Mental illness is basically a cowardly, sneaky son of a bitch in my opinion.<br />
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At least other diseases have the balls to take your life themselves.<br />
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Mental illness isn't brave enough or strong enough to to ruin or take your life itself. Instead it makes you do it yourself; stripping you of who you have the capacity to be, of relationships, of career opportunities, of decision making, of reality and so many other things.<br />
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All ^ of these things beat a person down repeatedly, again. again. again...<br />
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and again, to the point of desperation when sometimes physical pain is the only escape from all of the internal pain you're is feeling, or the idea of living one more day in the hell of your mind surrounded by the hopelessness of your life situation becomes to much. Mental illness storms your mind with negativity and <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">self hate</span>. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>shame.</i></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">worthlessness. </span><br />
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Whether these overbearing feelings and loss of reality lead to suicide, suicidal thoughts, depression etc. mental illness has succeeded in making you and others <i style="font-size: xx-large;">Think</i> that you are the cause of your downfall, the reason you've "failed" at so many things in life, that <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>you </i></span>took your own life.<br />
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You didn't. Mental illness, like any other illness, took your quality of life, and potentially your life.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><i>By creating awareness and fighting stigma against mental illness we are forcing it to take accountability for its actions.</i></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05866758988452983441noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626555053312070188.post-11903928528218711192013-01-13T12:29:00.001-08:002013-01-13T12:45:26.290-08:00The Grasp of Bipolar<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">"wake up</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">wake up</span><br />
wake up<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">wake up</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">wake up</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">WAKE UP! " </span>whined the alarm.<br />
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"hahaha" He just chuckled, rolling back over taking Her with him. She didn't want to go. The days she'd always loved to explore and live and love... they were gone. He'd taken them; and with each imprisoned day, she too was stolen away.<br />
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How can you escape what binds you so closely, what heeds you from within you? What takes who you are, and fragments it as if an antique chandelier had fallen, reduced to a million shattered pieces of crystal; each with it own unique jagged edge, creating an impossibility for reconciliation between them.<br />
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She had been fragmented by him, no longer whole; instead an extension of his destructive all-encompassing body. By filling her mind with lies and twisting her heart with emotion he forced her to be the cause of her own downfall. He remained blameless in the shadows.<br />
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And then, he was gone as quickly as he'd come. She was free of his grasp. Or so it seemed.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">AWAKENED</span><br />
Ecstatic to be unbound, she lived - high on life itself, soaring through moments which felt like hours and days that passed so quickly they went unnoticed, unremembered, un-regretted. Her current world was blurred, but amazing crisp. Unrelenting thoughts provoked her. Something was luming though, she could sense it around corners, in dark places... had he come back for her?<br />
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Immediately she spiralled,<br />
DOWN<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">HE</span> is my bipolar, to cope I <i>must</i> separate his grasp from me.<br />
I think this clip from SYTYCD was more based around the hold that drug/alcohol addiction has on people, but it relates to anything that keeps you down or prevents you from being who you truly are or who you want to be. I remember watching this well before I was diagnosed and felt I could connect with it. It has stuck with me ever since.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">>>></span> For the most part I've tried to make the posts in this blog as positive as possible; partially because I'm naturally optimistic to the point of annoyance... but also because even when feeling immensly down and hopeless, its quite the "pick-me-up" to write about how you <i>want </i>to feel. Fake it 'till you make it right? For me, that actually works. Short-term at least!<br />
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This post may not be positive and I don't apologize for that. A day in the life with bipolar is a lot harder to spin positively when looking at the mere daily coping - day to day, hour to hour, minute to minute - as opposed to viewing BP from a broader perspective as a life long journey, rather then a death sentence.</div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05866758988452983441noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626555053312070188.post-36437026118968990112013-01-07T11:58:00.004-08:002013-01-07T11:58:36.892-08:00Day 1: back to the real worldAfter dropping my fall semester this year due to a manic episode which lead to the diagnosis of BP, I'm <b>back at school</b> for winter semester. I've been wildly lucky to have had a relatively side-effect free and effective experience with the medications I'm on. It's just been in the past week or so, however, that theres been a noticeable difference with regard to the stability of my moods.<br />
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The feeling of needing to crawl out of my skin is a lot less frequent.<br />
I don't feel like crying every second of the day.<br />
People don't piss me off (as much!).<br />
My ability to concentrate on simple tasks has improved.<br />
Anddd, I can <b>ACTUALLY</b> get out of bed a lot of the time without dreading the thought of having an entire day to suffer through.<br />
Over all I feel 'less' <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><i>depressed/hopeless/apathetic </i></span>toward life. (Although 'less' is relative to the over bearing quality of these feelings)<br />
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As much a medication has clearly helped me, I don't think i'd be where I am if I didn't have the support from my friends and family, and most importantly myself. For me personally, being aware and acknowledging depression as a biological thing, helped me to treat it as such, and push through. Did I need a <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">lonnnng </span></i>while to spend my days doing little more than breathing? Did I also spend those days feeling <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">horrible</span> in every way? Yes and yes. But this depression was shorter and different then other periods of depression I've felt, and I think its because <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I knew why</span> I was feeling down and useless and hopeless and agitated and indescribably tired. It was the<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; font-style: italic;"> knowing </span><span class="Apple-style-span">that enabled me to avoid falling deeper and deeper-- I knew the cause of my symptoms and could change my way of thinking to offset them. </span><br />
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This isn't me saying I'm some sort of professional at dealing with this disorder. Nobody is professional at anything really, theres always more you can learn. In my case, the learning to be done is how to cope... and this learning will be done over the course of my entire life.<br />
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So today is <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">DAY 1 </span>back at school; being on campus; living with my roommates; getting my classes in order. And it feels good. Really good. I don't expect that the next few months of my life are going to feel like this, I know school is going to be more stressful and harder for me than usual, I know that avoiding the partying involved in university life is going to be tricky, AND I also know that a few weeks in, I may realize that I'm not ready to be back at school, and return home. The idea of not being able to finish the semester sucks, theres no way around it, but I'm already proud of myself just for trying, and even having a few weeks of being more social and busy will help me to keep that going if I end up back at home.<br />
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TODAY: <b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">I woke up</span></i></b>. I went to the gym. I booked appointments. I tackled some online banking. I planned a daily/weekly schedule. I'm writing this post. & the day is only half over.<br />
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I accept that somedays, the waking up is as far as i'll get.<br />
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But I don't accept that most days waking up is as good as it gets. I want more than to just "get by".<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05866758988452983441noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626555053312070188.post-25838770760788919762013-01-04T16:45:00.000-08:002013-01-04T16:45:01.641-08:00Stomp out stigma-- Start with YOUSo today I was thinking...<br />
Of course I was thinking, I'm always thinking- Great, now I'm even thinking about thinking.<br />
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<i>Back on track now...</i><br />
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[TO CLARIFY: In this post I separate physical health from mental health in order to compare why there is more stigma around mental health. I<b> DO NOT</b> believe that they are separate entities at all. <b><span style="font-size: large;">Health is Health</span></b>, good or bad, visible or not.]<br />
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Social Media, charaties and organizations are working to eliminate stigma surrounding mental illness. Why is there stigma around an illness that manifests invisibly in the brain, as opposed to an illness which is physically present? I think the main issue is ignorance toward the reality and commonality of mental in illness in contrast to the many stereotypes- psycho, crazy, loner...<br />
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On top of this, symptoms of mental illness are a lot harder to spot than symptoms of physical health. If you have the flu you may be sweaty, sluggish and vomiting... people around you may not want to get to close!- but they most likely feel a sense of empathy toward you, as they can <span style="font-size: x-large;">see </span>you are not feeling well. And will probably excuse you for being grouchy, or not getting all of your work done.<br />
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However what if those surrounding you are <span style="font-size: x-large;">unaware</span> you have an illness? And you're in a depressive state, trying you're very hardest to keep your head above water. Everything is exhausting. You may start to fall behind at work, or show up late, making you seem <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">lazy</span>. Or maybe everything you're going through has increased your stress level so much that you snap at a friend or co-worker. They probably just think you're being a<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> bitch</span>. Theres a good chance you'll with-draw from people and not be very sociable, making you <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">no fun</span> to be around.<br />
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SIDE NOTE: even if someone does recognize your recent behaviours are not normal for you they may ask "are you feeling okay?"... and instead of simply saying "I have the flu" you'd have to reply with something like "I suffer from depression, I have Bipolar, I have Schizophrenia," each of these infinitely more difficult to say, let alone explain to a person who may or may not be supportive.<br />
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These are symptoms as a result of mental illness. You are sick, no different from the flu. Except that, from the outside you seem well, so your <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">"symptoms" are most likely perceived as <i>character flaws</i>.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Bringing me to the rant about you, yes </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><i>YOU</i></span>. Whoever you are, if you suffer from a mental illness (including ME) read this.<br />
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We, (those of us sick) are working to see a change in the way people view mental illness and those effected by it; by attempting to change the opinions of those who let their ignorance of mental disease effect the way the see and treat sufferer's... I'm not by any means saying anyone involved in trying to educate others and raise awareness should stop, I will always advocate for those with mental illness, as I did even before I was diagnosed. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">BUT </span>how can we expect others to see us as being worth love and compassion if its not even seen by ourselves?<br />
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I've been reading a ton of blogs about Bipolar and other Mental illnesses, often what I discover is that the general self view/perception, is one of a negative nature, feelings of being a burden or unlovable and so on. Once again, I'm not saying this is is everyone or that its not understandable to feel this way, as I often feel this way. A lot of the negative thoughts people with <span style="font-size: x-large;">mental illness</span> oppose on themselves are very similar to those felt by people <span style="font-size: x-large;">physically ill</span>.<br />
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But heres the ugly truth, how can others <span style="font-size: large;"><i>love/understand/empathize</i></span> with those affected by mental illness if we don't love/understand/empathize with ourselves?<br />
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The task of learning to apply these things toward ourselves is no smaller task than trying to get wide-spread social attitudes to change regard to mental health.<br />
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If you have any friends or family you feel you can be open with about your illness, doing so will be a huge step toward creating more awareness about mental illness, the <span style="font-size: large;"><i>more people know</i></span> (as in number of people AND amount of information) the<span style="font-size: large;"><i> less the stigma.</i></span><br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05866758988452983441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626555053312070188.post-53163800823228676832012-12-31T07:13:00.006-08:002013-01-05T20:01:08.418-08:00My wish for 2013I'm not feeling very celebratory.<br />
If I look at the black and white of my past year it seems like there is nothing to celebrate, it was a tough, stressful and roller coaster of a year. It also feels like theres nothing to look forward to celebrate in the New Year -- I have a disorder that can't be cured and is going to make life difficult everyday for the rest of my life (talk about daunting!). This^ is how I'm feeling right now, or maybe this is what my disorder is making me feel right now... 'cause I'm pretty sure I'm smarter than to look at things from a black/white perspective. Either way, its no fun.<br />
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Now I'm going to write about the little nuances of happiness that have filled my past year and hope that both my Bipolar and other self start thinking a little more positively. Warning to myself... This might not work, and thats okay.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">"HEY, guess what? It worked. After finishing this post I feel much more positive about my past, present and future." </span>[keep reading to see my wish for 2012]<br />
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<i>(and NO not Christian Grey, although I must admit I did read 50 Shades)</i></div>
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I started my first year at the University of Guelph, I love the city, its so beautiful and green, my residence was right beside the Arboretum, I loved walks/runs through there.<br />
Even though I didn't get to class often, when I did I was engaged in what I was learning. I had the amazing opportunity of working with Alastair Summerlee, the president of UoG in one of my classes.<br />
I made some amazing friends.<br />
The Ranch, The Bullring. Enough said, its a Guelph thing haha<br />
I went to Mexico with my best friend, it was incredibly beautiful there and the culture was so vibrant, the people so full of life.<br />
I've become closer with my older brother.<br />
I've found new hobbies and improved at old ones<br />
I've become closer with my parents<br />
I've been diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder. Yes, thats a positive.<br />
After being diagnosed I've been able to prioritize the importance of things in my life.<br />
^sleep, exercise, routine, low stress, realistic self-expectations and most importantly surrounding myself with caring, loving individuals.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><i>Happiest moment of 2012?</i></span><br />
Fishing with my brother, (who is essentially addicted to fishing) and catching a small mouth bigger than he or my dad (also an avid fisherman) have ever caught -- on a hook and a worm, *with a bobber!<br />
The hilarity of it was the two of us, in this little tin boat, trying to land this massive fish -- which I didn't know was massive at the time, as he opted not to tell me so I wouldn't freak.<br />
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I'm sure there are other times in my life when I've actually <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">FELT </span>uninhibited joy, as opposed to thinking about the happiness of a situation and choosing my outward mood appropriately to suit, but I can't really think of them right now.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> It sounds a little strange for this to be my most favourite memory of </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">2012 </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">but I didn't even have to think about smiling, in fact I couldn't stop smiling! </span>This experience was so brief, maybe 10 minutes for the reeling ridiculousness and a few precious moments with my big ass fish! But in all honesty this <i style="font-size: xx-large;">one moment made an entire year of struggle worth it. </i>This is one lesson learned that I will carry with me forever. As humans we are able to endure and obscene amount of suffering. So many suffer infinitely worse than I do, every moment of every day... Yet we are still here, still breathing, sill thriving, unwilling to give up.</div>
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So this is my wish for 2013: For all those who suffer from mental illness to remember the little bits of happiness, no matter how small, and remember that they are what we live for. Cling to life and force it to feed you more moments of happiness, don't hesitate or shy away, embrace them and hold them with importance.</div>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05866758988452983441noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626555053312070188.post-11567205784825773112012-12-29T23:20:00.001-08:002012-12-29T23:23:03.239-08:00Finding comfort in a song <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
This video has been my 'go-to' for several days now, the lyrics are so relatable and his voice echoes the struggles he's endured, still managing to show the promise and resilience we are all capable of.</div>
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Truly Inspired.</div>
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To me this song is a way of saying that no matter what you struggle with and how long you are effected by it, pushing through the sorrow is worth it to get to the other side. The grass may not always be greener so to speak, but you will find life in yourself where there once was none. Hold so strongly onto the fact that the length of your pain (though unbearable at times) will be something of your past which can help you to mend yourself and your relationships. Let it shape your character with empathy, understanding, and the appreciation of happiness.<br />
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Let the good times (however seldom or often they come along) be superior to the suffering, find strength in what is right now, and what is to come, instead of dwelling on your past.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;">I was tied, but now unbound</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;">My head is off the ground</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;">For a long time I was so weary</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;">Tired of the sound, I've heard before,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;">The gnawing of the night time at the door,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;">Haunted by the things I've made</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;">Stuck between the burning light and the dust shade.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;">I said now I used to think the past was dead and gone,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;">But I was wrong, so wrong, whatever makes you blind</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;">Must make you strong, make you strong,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;">In my time I've melted into many forms</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;">From the day that I was born, I know that there's no place to hide</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;">Stuck between the burning shade and the fading light,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;">I was broken, For a long time, but It's over now.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;">Yes and you, and you,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;">Well you walk these lonely streets that people send, People send.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;">There are some wounds that just can't mend, I do pretend, pretend,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;">I am free from all the things that take my friends</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;">But I will stand hear till the end, I know that I can take the moon,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;">In between the burning shade and the fading light</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;">I was broken, for a long time, but It's over now</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; 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Don't believe everything you think. This is something I'm currently working on, and its a hell of a lot harder than I would've thought.<br />
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Discipling yourself to recognize your thoughts objectively,<span style="font-size: large;"> without judgement</span>, takes constant practice, I still suck at it. My reality has been shaped by what I 'think' my entire life but by viewing thoughts as an entity separate from you, is liberating.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Just because you think it, doesn't make it true.</span></b><br />
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If theres one thing I've realized is that I can't really control a certain thought from popping into my head, because I don't know if its a good/bad thought until its already fabricated in my mind. What I can control, however, is the way I react to that thought. And that helps.<br />
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So if you're having trouble with negative/not so friendly thoughts, remember that you don't have to acknowledge them as valid.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05866758988452983441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626555053312070188.post-2378555112334226042012-12-25T21:47:00.002-08:002012-12-25T21:47:55.404-08:00The Perils of a PerfectionistI've been reading through my first few blog posts and as I do with everything, have been mercifully picking them apart to the point of finding more wrong with them than right.<br />
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I keep reminding myself that I am not writing to be "right" or well versed or even overly interesting. I'm writing as a way to chronicle my thoughts, for myself, and for others who either suffer from or are somehow affected by mental illness.<br />
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Meanwhile, one of my brains, which can be described as nothing other than menacing, is wreaking havoc on the above rationality; spilling thoughts of negativity and doubt into my head. My writing is too "cliche" with too many rainbows/butterflies and unicorns. My writing is all over the place. Why can't I just find a constant 'voice' for what I have to say. Does what I have to say even matter? Am I witty enough? What if people I know read this... will they think I'm a whack job?<br />
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ANSWER SESSION FROM LOGICAL BRAIN:<br />
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Yes, sometimes my writing leans toward freakin rainbows, but when my life feels like its under a constant storm warning, a mass amount of optimism is what gets me through.<br />
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Of course my writing is all over the place, my life is all over the place. I don't have a 'voice' because my entire world just got flipped on it's ass and I have no clue where my illness ends and where I begin.<br />
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Everything everyone does/says in life matters. If it didn't, that would dismiss the whole "for every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction" theory thing (elementary school science reference?)<br />
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With regards to wit? Sometimes I can't be witty, 'cause sometimes, life royally sucks. And thats ok.<br />
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Yes, some of them probably will. But my mom thinks I'm awesome haha, so anybody who can't see past my illness isn't worth my time. (although this won't make feeling judged much easier!)<br />
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RETURN OF BAD BRAIN...<br />
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If I'm not worried about other peoples judgement, why haven't I posted my blog link on twitter or Facebook or told many people about it? I'm a hypocrite blogging about raising awareness, when I won't even act on it personally.<br />
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Hmm... Even good brain has no comeback for that one. Whoops, guess I better work on that one.<br />
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New years resolution?<br />
Kidding.<br />
Those never work.<br />
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When I become more adjusted and accepting of my disorder, I will take the plunge and share this blog with everyone I can. I'm just not ready yet. And thats ok.<br />
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ps. I can sense a blog post titled "And That's OK" coming in the near future. It's kinda become my mantra!<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05866758988452983441noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626555053312070188.post-70269857565766685122012-12-24T21:42:00.001-08:002012-12-25T22:01:46.878-08:00Tunnel Vision<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 24px;">I have this habit. I have MANY habits- good, bad & indifferent. But this particular habit is my </span><span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 24px;">tendency</span><span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 24px;"> to skip over the process of things, trying to reach an end goal faster.</span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 24px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">For example, I never took guitar, sewing or art lessons... but I play guitar, sew & love to create. I'm mediocre at these things but probably wont ever get much better than I am right now because I don't want to take the time to learn, I just want to be able to be good right away!</span></span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 24px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">How does this relate to Bipolar? WELL this blog, for one thing, is a perfect example of my habit. It's only recently that I've even recognized/been aware of my symptoms & even more recently been diagnosed with Bipolar. Because I'm so accustomed to skipping over the hard/time consuming parts, the whole process of medication and life changes and therapy = terribly difficult! I counter the stone cold fact that for the rest of my life I will have to work through this disorder, by attempting to skip through all the nitty gritty. I want to immediately be in a place where I can be comfortable and stable enough to turn my struggles into a way to help other people like myself -- kind of ironic when you think of it, how can I use my struggles for good, if I'm so set on avoiding them in the first place?</span></span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 24px;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">"There is light -- even if it"s just a tiny bit seeping into the tunnel -- and you've got to grasp it" </span></span><br />
<span style="line-height: 24px;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">-Andy Behrman </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">(writer & mental health advocate)</span></span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 24px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I snagged this <u><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">quotation</span></i></u> (not *quote* because my english teacher Mr. Edwards so diligently pointed out that "to quote" is a verb!) from a great post on <a href="http://rebuildlifenow.com/2012/08/05/managing-is-a-light-long-endeavor-2/" target="_blank"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Rebuild Life Now</span></a>. Click link to see the full article!</span></span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 24px;">All I can see, all I can focus on is the "end" of the tunnel. The glorified and much desired end to my disorder, the day I wake up and feel great for the rest of my life. Unfortunately though, if I keep my focus on the imaginary light at the end of this so-called tunnel, I'll miss the life and light along the way, clouded by my tunnel vision of aversion to "the process". </span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 24px;">So I'm working on it. And I'll be working on it forever. I'm also working on that previous fact being "ok" and not so wildly overwhelming. </span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 24px;">Seeing as it's after midnight, I suppose Merry Christmas is in order! </span><br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05866758988452983441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626555053312070188.post-71163820933915872202012-12-22T04:52:00.002-08:002012-12-22T05:00:15.110-08:00Bipolar: a positive?After reading a post by <a href="http://natashatracy.com/mental-illness-issues/meaning/good-bipolar/" target="_blank">Natasha Tracy on her blog Bipolar Burble</a>, I've been thinking a lot about the reality of the disorder I have; accepting the gravity and seriousness of my diagnosis is not easy.<br />
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Bipolar Disorder will be with me in some form everyday for the rest of my life. Every morning I wake is a new war to wage against BP, and between my logical and illogical brains - yes, I like to think I have two brains!- its exhausting and confusing and frustrating.<br />
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I look forward to the times when this disorder won't be so all encompassing, but that doesn't mean its ever going to just go away one day. I can't have brain surgery to take out the bipolar bits and leave the rest.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Do I wish I didn't have Bipolar? Hell yeah!</span><br />
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But the reality of it, is that I do and I can't change it, I can only change the way I think about it.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">This ^ is why I CHOOSE to let Bipolar be a positive part of my life, even if it sucks 99% of the time,</span> even though its wildly flustering, even though it causes so much pain and difficulty. Even though it makes each day a fight to hold on to every bit of my life that Bipolar wants to destroy (relationships, sanity, motivation, my desire to live). All of these things may seem overwhelmingly negative, and they are. Maybe this is just my unfailing positivity mixed with naivety and the fact that I haven't yet spent years suffering from this disorder, but despite everything...<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I am EMPATHETIC</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I am CREATIVE</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I am RESILIANT</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I am INTELLIGENT</span><br />
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These are all qualities that tend to go hand in hand with BP. I don't want Bipolar to define who I am, I may not BE my disorder, but<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> my disorder is certainly a PART OF WHO I AM</span>.<br />
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So in order to cope, and I'm not saying its the right or only way to cope, it's just my way... but I have made the decision to let the few positive qualities hold more worth than the many negatives, and to understand the seriousness of BP, but not to be so serious about it all of the time.<br />
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HAPPY WEEKEND :)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05866758988452983441noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626555053312070188.post-22003445579374324192012-12-16T00:53:00.002-08:002012-12-16T09:20:12.896-08:00A bad day after a good day...A bad day after a good day...<br />
Is worse than a bad day after a bad day in my opinion. At least when the day before sucked, the current "sucking" of this this day is nothing knew, it just sucks.<br />
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This ^^^ is what a bad day after a good day feels like. Just strolling along, feeling down, but used to it. Then theres a cliff, you step off and for a moment (a good day) things feel different - hopeful - theres something that simply feels lighter. BUT Just like wile e coyote, theres that brief gravity-less pause, and then...yikes! crash. ouch. </div>
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I always get this annoying thought in my head too, kinda like road runner mocking me, "meep meep, no more good days for you!" to the point when a good day still sucks cause I'm just awaiting the inevitable crash.</div>
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AND YES, I'm aware that I used the word "suck" a lot in this post, but it really is the only accurate way to describe most things I've experienced while dealing with Bipolar.</div>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05866758988452983441noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626555053312070188.post-90422098006459983182012-12-11T16:50:00.000-08:002012-12-11T23:57:52.839-08:00Screw StigmaBeing Open About My Mental Illness With Others<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>IT ISN'T EASY.</b></span> Even with the awareness that the people closest to me would not think any different of me, or distance themselves from me in any way, the thought of letting them see my <span style="font-size: x-large;">imperfections</span> took hold of me. It inhibited me from not only speaking about what I was dealing with, but also from revealing that anything was going on.<br />
I detached myself from my emotions-- a part of me dealt with my disorder in <span style="font-size: large;">solitude</span> and a part of me worked relentlessly to present myself the people around me as an incredibly stable and content person who walked through life effortlessly.<br />
I'm sure you could ask anyone who knows me, closely or even just as an acquaintance and they wouldn't even have an inkling that I've been dealing with so many issues for so long.<br />
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Believe it or not, my parents and brother were completely unaware.<br />
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This made sharing what i'd kept secret for so long<span style="font-size: x-large;"> 10x harder </span>because I was so afraid that others close to me would feel guilty, or like they'd failed me because they hadn't noticed anything was wrong.<br />
I didn't want my illness to effect them.<br />
But I needed<span style="font-size: x-large;"> help</span>.<br />
I was exhausted and couldn't do it on my own anymore.<br />
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I also had this backward notion that being honest and open about my difficulties would make them increasingly <span style="font-size: x-large;">real</span> (as if they weren't real already, sheesh!), and I wasn't ready for that. At least while the thoughts of having a mental disorder were in my head I could deny their truth, convince myself that I was getting worked up over nothing or that what I was experiencing was <span style="font-size: large;">"normal".</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">There's no going back after </span>opening up about your disorder, its hard, its complicated, you might regret it at first (I know I did!), but it's progress. Its the first step on a long, winding, frustrating path to living a more stable and enjoyable life. I'd say I'm still working on that first step, and thats okay. I'm not even aware of how long I've been effected by mental illness, so how can I expect to improve in any less time than I've been burdened by it?<br />
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As a result of reaching out I have an<span style="font-size: large;"> incredible support</span> system in my family and close friends. I'm not saying I'm always open about how I feel, or that I never experience a certain embarrassment or feeling of inferiority due to the disorder I have. This blog, in part, is a way to force myself to be more open about my experiences in hope that others similar to me can do the same. And only through each of us being open, can we <span style="font-size: x-large;">create an expanding sense of awareness and understanding. </span><br />
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I have Bipolar Disorder ( I ) & until being diagnosed, never knew too much about it. Like a lot of people I'd throw around the term "bipolar" to describe anything or anyone that was up & down, ignorant to the fact that my words could've hurt people who are directly or indirectly effected by Bipolar.<br />
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Listening to & writing music is something I simply couldn't do without, I'm sure many future posts will feature related vids like this one, so talented.<br />
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Feel free to share personal anecdotes, related info & <b>especially</b> any information that opposes or clarifies the content in my posts.<br />
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