What we do matters.
They are real souls, the 10 people who are watching DF, who are so scared of the stigma, imprisoned at 'home' to such a degree, or hurting so deeply.....10 are watching at any given moment for every 1 who dared to even sign up anonymously.
If you read this, you probably have encouraged at least one person anonymously, with nothing to gain, just out of love. And for every 1, there were really 10, check out 'Activity/All Users' to see for yourself.
I've really been struggling lately. It was all I could do just to get up this morning... I nearly didn't get out, and then only for about five minutes and because I thought of it as a mindfulness exercise. I am thinking of trying beginner hiit - there's a group called HasFit that has a free youtube video of cardio hiit for beginners. It's 30 minutes, and I don't think I'm up for that, so I think I might alternate walking with 15 minutes of that. I think I might be getting bored of my routine
I am really struggling again. I wonder how much of it is hormonal. I haven't taken my Welbutrin in several weeks - and it's actually been months since I took it regularly. I started to feel like it was making me crazy.... It's hard to describe. About 12-14 hours after I take it, I can feel the weirdness flowing through me. I become so easily triggered into anger it's stupid. I fall into looping repetitive thought really easily, about anything. I feel this odd tension flowing through me tha
I'm trying to figure out if I can retroactively give certain others permissions to add their own progress to my blog entries, besides in the comments. So far, I have not had any luck. I don't want to scrap the progress I've tracked so far, though. Sorry. Feel free to post your progress in the comments.
Part of last week I went to see one of my kids, so I wasn't very good at all about posting progress. For that, apologies. I didn't even take my laptop, lol. A real vacay. My schedule wa
I had a bad day today.
This year feels like it's been a test, to see truly where rock bottom lies. I lose all I can, only to discover more to lose. It felt like there was nothing left of me a long time ago.
Today I lost some more... and I feel whole.
Let me explain... I'm sober, and it's a crazy trip. I spent years chasing a high like this.... this is incredible.
It's not that I felt the alcohol was holding me back, it's just that my world view was different, and willi
Something that I have struggled with and I believe is common for many is patience. I observe this when people are driving who want to drive very fast even to pass others in oncoming traffic lanes or motorcycles weaving through.
However, while it may seem we save time by forgoing patience and we get our results quicker it is not without risk and cost. For example skipping education to go straight to a job may seem desirable but they may have less future opportunities without the degree. Perh
Anger is a powerful emotion and something I often think about. Why do we get angry? I believe we become angry when we percieve something to be an injustice, anger seems to be the natural emotion that flows from this.
When mastered anger can be a powerful way to confront injustice but used incorrectly it can have devastating consequences.
From my studies I found a proverb 16.32 "Better a patient person than a warrior, one with self-control than one who takes a city."
In the midst o
Struggling with panic again, since yesterday... really, since Monday afternoon. About going back to work today. I have had two huge reports due - one the 1st and one tomorrow. I got one done early and turned in, and the other one I had to leave for someone to look over. Then I went on vacay, but I did leave written 'proofs' and explanations of what I did. So now it's back to the grindstone, and feeling like the other shoe is about to drop. I keep wondering to myself why I am still there. Why h
LOL I keep forgetting that Wednesday is my day to start a new entry... This week has been a little messed up so far, but I'm still trying to keep up with it. I've decided to give myself a rest day every 6 days or so. I cannot explain how achy everything is. I"m not sure I'm doing the right thing by keeping up with this. But how could simple walking be bad? Maybe I need to drink more Gatorade or try vitamins or something.
Wednesday, Aug. 7th treadmill 35 mins total - 20 mins @3.2mph on 1.
I've got things I need to process...
And I want to do this sober.
I've been slipping a bit today. I've got some heavy things going on (as does almost everyone). My mind has been very cluttered and stressed... the way I've dealt with this in the past, has been to drink. A little fortification of the nerves, and forge on. It made sense, for the longest time. I'm working towards my goals, face a challenge that shakes me, and do whatever is needed to abate the symptoms and ke
I'm hurting, and that's real.
I'm afraid, and that's real too.
It seems so horribly unfair that life should have been such a challenge, and be still so empty. That's a real feeling.
And a lot of people have it.
It's not fair, but it's real.
For me, right now, the challenge is accepting my situation. Coming to peace with my pain, my suffering, my feelings of hopelessness. All of a sudden this seems so necessary. It's like this enormous amount of bag
The fight is inside. Always is.
Our world, is a reflection of ourselves. Always is.
I'm trying to let go of things... my need to prove myself, my need in relationships, my anger at things I can't and don't want to control, my fear of time and people and the percepti... just a lot of things that don't have a place. I just want to be present, for once in my life. Don't come at things with anger, or defiance... it's not about dropping my guard, because when I've got my guard up I'm
Someone said something a while back that hit home with me "it's never as good as it seems, and it's never as bad as it seems", I kind of like that. We've got this way of sensationalising everything. Even with fear and hope.
As much as the low points were not as hopeless as they felt, the same reality hits in when I finally find wind in my sails... fatigue, time and money constrains, and sometimes just the odd dose of bad luck. What felt like a sprint a couple of weeks ago, feels like a batt
im broken, in more ways than one. Over the years ive tried to glue it all back together but pieces are just dangling and ready to fall off.
I feel like im a discarded glass placed in a dark corner of a cabinet shelf to be forgotten.
I see light once in a while when the door opens but then its quickly back to darkness.
sitting there knowing my fate will be to be eventually tossed to the trash.
I watch as other glasses, plates, and bowls are grabbed, with ho
I am starting a new routine. I botched the old one last weekend, but I'm telling myself that's okay. My youngest wants to work out at the gym, too. So I am starting a new routine of working out at the gym after work so she can go too. I prefer the treadmill because my pace is really inconsistent otherwise. My first day doing that was yesterday. This morning I still got up early and did a few minutes of yoga. Only 7 minutes, but I'm working into it. I was able to spend most of the morning re
On the road now, headed to Portsmouth for brunch and energy crystal shopping! We LOVE our crystals. We now have a whole collection that we’ve gathered from concerts and different adventures. I love our collection!
Its a beautiful day and I’m grateful. I’m grateful for my adorable most loving husband, for my continued income, and for my awesome friends and family. I’m grateful for everything I have in this life. 🙏🌈🦋
And my husband bought me the most beautiful sunflowers yesterday! Awww
A nagging question in my mind is if my actions, thoughts and words are really mine.
I acknowledge my sensations and emotions as mine, but sometimes I feel/wonder if the rest of my being could be a sort of cassette player, playing whatever my parents and society put in there.
How could I feel more ownership of my being, words, thoughts and actions?
Perhaps I'm not listening to my desires. Do I put other ppls needs first? Distracting myself could help as well.
0 - no depression/anxiety..
10 - the worse than worse level
Me? I'm not happy. I'm not sad. I'm not mad. I'm not frustrated or overwhelmed. Me...… I'm 'meh'.
Where does 'meh' fit on the above scale?
I guess 'meh' is better than I have been in a while. Last time I saw the therapist, she said that when I am feeling 'meh', it usually means that I'm starting to feel good about myself. Guess that is a positive thing.
Seems the voices are back. As well as some sort of depression. Those were always related in my case. Might be schizoaffective disorder, not my "official" diagnosis (schizophrenia), but I don't really care, that would not change a thing. The voices keep whispering, telling me what to do, making comments, repeating my own thoughts. I have no trouble ignoring them in most cases. It's not that bad they tell me to commit suicide, as it is just some artificial creation of my brain - not scared or anxi
Okay, so we are back to the exhaustion. And now I have a cold sore. Yuck. Thanks for nothing, stress. But I am practically ready to send my first report in - some final details, and off it goes for better or worse.
Wed July 24th .83mi/14 mins - getting closer to my old time, before my ankle started bothering me
Thu July 25th after work; took me 17 mins to walk .77 miles. Not too far off my time, but I was in a lot of pain that evening
Fri July 26th .79mi/15 mins - loade
I'm such a lazy [email protected] I can't get myself out and walking every day like I used to. I had this perfect opportunity to join an inexpensive gym right next door to where my daughter works. I give her a ride home at 9 pm five days per week. If I was smart, I'd be at that gym while waiting for her to get done. But I've never been accused of being smart.
My daughter is entering grad school in September so she will be cutting way back on her hours at work. She may only work one night/week. This
I realized this morning that I miss my little fanfictions. I'm embarrassed by them - the writing is so choppy, so horrible! Ugh! But I miss writing the ones I'm working on now. I'm hoping I'll get back to a place mentally where I can start writing again. I love AO3, it's great. I was on fanfiction.net, but it kept trying to censor what I was writing, and at the time, it was pretty mild. It bugged me that a hosting site would try to censor me, so I moved. I'm hoping to get my walking routine
I am having a really rough day.. a really rough year to be honest.. but.. today I just lost it..
I am tired of being strong for everyone and then not having much support.. or people who really get what I am going through..
Funny enough I said I would be back on here more regularly and then depression decided otherwise.. not just for this site but for a lot of things in my life..
I have been going through a lot of changes and that usually triggers a bad response.. my previous ther