I know that pets are so significant in many of our lives. Most give us unconditional love, make us laugh, become integral members of our family, and much more. As a person with bipolar disorder (a mental illness), I’ve also experienced pets as a source of great emotional support. During my life, I have primarily been a cat or parrot owner, but I love all animals. When I see any animal struggling or injured (or dead alongside the road) it breaks my heart. The sad thing is that such observations are far too numerous. Obviously some of these occurrences are just the reality of nature, others are clearly caused by humans, unintentionally, and tragically sometimes intentionally. Though many of us wish we could end humans’ negative impact on animals, often we have to become partially numb to it, but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t try to do some things that can make a difference. Continue reading
My post title today is nothing I literally did, but it is a figurative representation of something I have done today literally, and might do with other things, as well. Have you ever just wished that stuff you needed to do was just “Poof!” done or gone? Or that a specific time just passed without having to live it? That’s kind of how I’m feeling today. Continue reading
In the near future, my husband and I will take a vacation to celebrate a special event, but just recently, I started a serious weight loss effort. I still have weeks to go before our trip, but the topic of dieting while on vacation has already popped up in my head. Continue reading
I remember being no more than four years old when my dad asked me to grab him a beer from the refrigerator. That was way back in the mid-1970s. I’m not sure what inspired me to open the can the first time. Was it the challenge of opening it, which back then had the old pull-tabs? Or the curiosity of what that drink tasted like? Either way, I did taste it, and probably unlike 95% of children that age, I actually liked the way it tasted, despite it being what I now call “cheap American swill”. Dad obviously knew I stole a taste, and got a kick out of it. From that point on (as a child), I’d always take a taste. As time went on, the “tastes” grew more substantial. Continue reading
The norepinephrine oft increases in my brain to an extreme.
A high amount of serotonin may drastically boost my self-esteem. Continue reading
Like many people, I have embarked on serious weight loss/healthy living missions a number of times in the past. Some I saw through until I reached my desired goals. Others started only to peter out prematurely. Right now I know I would greatly benefit from losing some weight again and want to create some plan. Continue reading
How on earth could one imagine not smiling from ear to ear with handfuls of baby bunnies? I don’t know who I want to kiss first. Maybe that little blond boy!
I hope everyone had a lovely Easter!
So you know, the mother did continue to care for her baby bunnies.
In my blog, I have written a lot about myself as a child and as young woman. I told stories about my almost continuous daydreaming. I detailed my many trips around my town by bike, trips with my parents from sea to sea, and my own exploration of over 20 countries around the world on my own, and with my love. I have always been very thirsty for knowledge about the world around me close and far, including its people, cultures, beauties, and even uglier aspects. My daydreams have taken it further and placed me in shoes I never really wore, giving me alternative and often idealized perspectives. Continue reading
At the end of February 2018, I received a one year anniversary badge from WordPress. I guess it seems a bit late to celebrate, but unfortunately I was not feeling well when the notice arrived. I hope you won’t mind that I recognize the occasion today, belatedly. 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