So my husband and I went to Lowe’s today to look for a new faucet to go with the new counter top we’ll have installed next week. I knew we’d end up leaving there with more than we could carry. I know my people! So, I volunteered to get a cart, leaving hubby to enter the store on his own. When I returned to him, I saw him standing with a young female clerk, both laughing hysterically. I said “What on earth did you say to this young lady?!?!” Continue reading
Yesterday I received an e-mail notice of a blog post on Bp Magazine’s website www.bphope.com. It was called Learning From My Lost Years by Dave Mowry. In that blog post, Dave Mowry reflected on years he considered “lost” from his life, as a result of his bipolar disorder. He wrote that a lot more years were “lost” than actually good, and that though he appreciates the good ones, they just don’t make up for the bad (or “lost”) ones. He ended his post positive about the present, but I felt bad for him and then I started thinking about my life with bipolar disorder. In the past, I have also labeled many of the years in my life as “lost”, with great sadness. I suppose I still do to some degree, but at this moment I realized that maybe not so very many were really “lost” after all. Dave Mowry only emphasized high value for the good years, but perhaps there is value to the bad ones, as well. Continue reading
It was September 2004 when my mental illness worsened more than ever before; due to several factors I won’t go into here. My husband was quite concerned and decided to take me to the mountains to recover. Prior to the trip, I found that my mother seemed quite unwell, always in her bed napping. My father and I discussed the matter, but he said her doctor just told her to get some rest and take some pills he prescribed for her. Continue reading
Lately my mood has been low so I’ve struggled to use some daily prompts in positive (or at least neutral) ways. I try very hard not to allow my thoughts to always turn to the negative. When I saw today’s prompt “tethered” you can imagine my first thoughts were of people or animals tied to something, restricting their freedom to explore, or the like. Yesterday I wrote a post Pluck me from this horrid place where I described being chained up and locked in a room. Luckily I ended the post with thoughts of freedom, though.
So I do recognize that being tethered to something is not always a bad thing, especially if it’s temporary and ultimately for some good. Continue reading
When you’re in your teens and 20s, there are some responsibilities you must have to continue to grow. You have to do your homework, you have to work hard to develop relationships and find your start in life. You have to learn to take care of yourself to a larger degree. However, what a sad youth it would be to be overly prudent. Continue reading
“There is no darkness so dense, so menacing, or so difficult that it cannot be overcome by light.” -Vern P. Stanfill
After reading the quote above, I thought how wonderful it would be to explore the topic using poetry, but unlike many very talented people here in blog land, I just don’t have the knack for that. So instead, I decided to just jot down some random thoughts in the form of reflections. Please know that I am a believer that light is everywhere, all of the time, and forever more. Even during the worst of times there is some light that exists. Even when we are gone, memories of us stay alive. Even if those that remembered us all die off, part of us is present influencing others or the world (or universe) in some way. Continue reading