Originally posted at APartyForOne
I love reading other people’s planners, lists, and schedules. One of the highlights of my month is reading the “My List†column in Harper’s Bazaar. It is simply a list of things a certain designer does in his /her day. I gobble it up. Not just because I feel I’ve gotten to know the likes of Tom Ford and Diane von Furstenberg, but also because I get ideas on how I’d like to spend my time.
For weeks I’ve kept my head down. “Eyes on the prize” so to speak. Chris and the kids kept me laughing and well distracted in anticipation for the surgery. I had projects I was working on and fun plans I was making for summer trips. I had lots and lots of support from family and friends. When the day of the surgery came I was ready. I was scared out of my mind, but ready.
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Originally Posted at NextLifeNoKids
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I would first like to thank JD Bailey @ honestmom, Allison @ motherhoodwtf and Jill @scarymommy for inspiring me with their amazing honesty which encouraged me to write this.
I’ve dealt with a lot in life and have survived a ton in 34 years. I have faced all sorts of things head on and held on, some times with my knuckles, until these things have worked themselves out in time. I like to think of myself as a strong person and I like to help other people to a fault and often give until the well is dry.
Originally posted at Oculus Mundi
I spent about 6 or 7 weeks of my life, just recently, mired so deep in melancholia it was difficult to even get out of bed in the morning. Such a cliché, but in this case it was the literal truth. I shied away from consciousness and all it brought with it. In the deepest parts of the trough, it was not possible to even think of troubling myself to write about it, the necessary cohesion, energy, clarity, coherency was just not available. I was barely able to manage text messages to assuage the concerns of friends.
Originally Posted on Cat Caddy
I have OCD.
And because so many people say, “I’m so OCD about organizing my DVDs†and “I have like, so many little OCD things I do, lol!†I always have to follow this statement with “…the clinical kind.†As in, the kind that interferes with your life.
By Toby Neal, LCSW, Therapist by day, crimewriter by night
Life has terrible moments—the day you get fired. Submitting to the drill for a root canal. The kitten backed over in the driveway, the bad news in the doctor’s office.
We live in anticipation of those moments, planning and trying to avert them, imagining how to handle them . All the while, we are inadvertently stressing our bodies and minds. We self medicate our feelings of overwhelm with substances and food as we keep struggling to live The American Dream—an overscheduled, competitive routine of dashing from here to there, pushing our children along with us, always hoping to earn enough to reap the rewards of our labor and get a rest from it all.
Submitted by Teresa
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I didn’t know May was mental health awareness month. How ironic being that I’m having my first mental breakdown.
My daughter was dating a kid that became addicted to oxyconton. Was involved in robbries to support his habbit, was arrested and went to rehab. He’s out of jail and we know she’s still seeing him….Deep breath
Originally posted at Sad Blogging With Some Silly Bits
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Some days are a struggle, but I try. I found myself really struggling Monday morning, wishing I never had to stop my meds and also missing luxury of having therapist to talk to… or friends.
I'll never give this child another cigarette, pinky swears!
