A while back, I wrote about The wonderful nighttime dreams I will never forget. I realized today that it’s been a long time since I’ve had the pleasure of those dreams. A couple that I mentioned in that post were recurring dreams, but one was just a very memorable one-off. It got me thinking about recurring dreams. I’m sure we’ve all had at least a few of them, with some only happening during certain years of our lives. Most of the ones I’ve had in my life have actually not been so “wonderful”, but rather frustrating, challenging, and/or stress-inducing. Continue reading
It’s been 13 days since my last blog post. I’m fully aware of these days passing by. I wonder if my regular followers have forgotten me or figured I fell off the blog writer’s map. Before Christmas, I posted a joke photo that I called “Writer’s Block”, which showed my sleeping parrot blocking my access to my laptop keyboard. Though I have posted about five or six things since then, my productivity has clearly been affected, and I can’t blame my bird boy.
Why does my “official” sock drawer have fewer socks than my “lost sock drawer”? Please someone, tell me why so many socks form pairs no more. Do you, too, have dozens of forlorn socks waiting for their mates? Is there a world out there, like the Island of Misfits, where lost socks wait?
Sometimes when I’m delinquent doing laundry, I find myself with no sock choices. I’ve been known to open the “lost sock drawer” in hopes I’ll hear the voices of some pairs of choices. After all, when I put my clean laundry away there’s always going to be at least one or two stray. With luck, there are some reunited pairs in there. A match of socks sure would be fair! Continue reading
This morning I was visiting an online bipolar support group and saw a member asking people about their experience(s) with electroconvulsive therapy (ECT), more casually called “shock treatments”. That reminded me of my past research, before having ECT, when I found plenty of positive stories, as well as what I believe to be exaggerated horror stories. I’ll tell you now, that ECT is no longer what people saw in the movie One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest, and hasn’t been since well before the movie was made in 1975. Nevertheless, it is still a serious treatment for some types of mental disorders, which should be done only after careful consideration. Continue reading
I received an e-mail from a mental health-related organization asking members to think about making a wellness resolution for 2018. Though many of you reading this may not have a mental illness, I bet a lot of you do deal with stress in your life, and maybe because of that, your health may be affected in small or even larger ways. Or if not, there are always ways to even further increase psychological, physical, or even spiritual wellness. New Years Day is coming up in just a few days, and the pressure to make a resolution of sorts is here. I happen to think wellness resolutions trump other types in that they can be among the most doable and beneficial of them all. Continue reading
You’ve probably noticed that I have been absent for a few days, and some days before that. Let me assure you that it’s not because I’m doing poorly. Just the opposite. I’ve been doing quite well, and am even getting into the holiday spirit, the true spirit of what Christmas and New Years represent. Continue reading
I saw the word “inheritance” was today’s WordPress daily prompt and thought “Oh, my goodness! That can be a sad word to write about!”
Surprised I write “sad”? Well, the word inheritance almost always has some negatives attached to it. Even if you’re the only niece or nephew of a childless elderly aunt who wills their entire estate to you, you at least usually grieve their loss to some degree, hopefully. The money and/or real estate might be welcome to help add to your retirement nest egg or give you the chance to travel or spend on things you normally wouldn’t have been able to. That’s nice, but this scenario is an ideal one. Way too often there ARE other “want to be inheritors” in the picture. Continue reading
One of the advantages of me being at home during the days is that I have the luxury of wearing my favorite comfy ensemble. For most like me, it can be a favorite pair of jeans (or shorts), a comfy cotton shirt, and slip-on house shoes. Others may even go so far as to keep on their pajamas until well into the day, when outside errands necessitate day wear. I know that even many who work in an office often wear comfy slacks with matching blouse or shirt, nowadays. Fewer and fewer seem to dress to impress, unless perhaps they are promoted to upper management…maybe. It seems like my country, the USA, has become a casual nation, but there are still some opportunities for elegance. Continue reading
One day, when I was maybe seven years old, my friend’s father was driving my friend and I to some place. I was clearly having a good time talking when her father said to me “Cindy, you certainly are a very gabby girl.” That shut me up momentarily, but then I went about my happy chatter. When I got home and saw my mother, I told her what my friend’s dad said, and asked her what the word “gabby” meant. She told me it meant that I like to talk a lot. I asked her if she thought I was gabby, and she said “Yes”. Continue reading
Today I read a story written by a compassionate and courageous woman on a bipolar support forum. I really admired how she, a non-psych nurse, treated a manic teen in a general hospital. The manic teen’s behavior to an outsider would have seemed shocking, but she knew that it was not his fault, but that he was ill and needed help and understanding. After encountering ignorance and prejudice against the mentally ill boy by other staff, she spoke up to defend him and challenge stigma. That reminded me of an occasion when I, on tenterhooks, didn’t speak up about two kinds of prejudice. Continue reading