I need to get a kickstart on my writing career. This past year, after quitting my job at the gas station, I've endured fibro flares and complete lack of attention. Oh, and mood swings per usual. No thanks to the pain clinic, I'm back into the swing of things. Things are great mentally, not so… Continue reading In the Creativity Dumps
Validation. Awareness. Relief. Freeing. When my therapist used the words childhood trauma while we were discussing my life growing up, all these strong validating emotions flood over me. The word trauma. That frightening word. I didn’t go through foster homes. I wasn’t physically or sexually abused. So, I minimized my trauma from growing up in… Continue reading The Big Words: Childhood Trauma
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You’ve often given in and helped your loved one struggling with addiction. This temporarily relieves the addict from experiencing the natural consequences related to their drug use. It may temporarily relieve you of your guilt associated with their use.
Enabling communicates, indirectly, to the addict that you feel they are unable to execute independently to manage the ups and downs of their life. It absolves the addict of their responsibility to take care of themselves. If children are involved, and watching, they are learning that you and others will step-in and take care of them when and if they choose to engage in dangerous and destructive endeavors. There may even be those children watching in anger, wishing you would step in, creating consequences for the using parent. Drug use in the home on any level pulls the parent away from the child leaving…
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I must walk through a door once again on this journey— a door to a new psychiatrist.
It seems that change is always in store for me, and to end 2018 that has not changed much.
I have not written in a while here on The Bipolar Writer blog, because it has been a rough couple of weeks. My life has hit a rough patch with my social anxiety, which is typical of this time of the year. December seems to always be my worst month when it comes to my anxiety. There was hope at the start of 2018 that by now I would have a grasp on my social anxiety. It hasn’t happened though I have made some progress.
I recently met with another psychiatrist in the revolving door that is my local county run behavioral, mental health system. It is a pain in the ass to…
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This post was inspired by a recent post on Mindless Overthinking about the psychology behind excuses. I left a comment about distinguishing between reasons and excuses, and I thought the idea was worth some further expansion.
The Oxford English Dictionary includes many definitions for “reason”, but these are the most relevant for this purpose:
A cause, ground, or motive
- Of a fact, event, or thing not dependent on human agency
It defines an excuse as:
That which is offered a reason for being excused; sometimes in a bad sense, a (mere) pretext, a subterfuge
- A plea for release from a duty, obligation, etc.
The differences may be subtle, but I think they’re actually really important. The word excuse carries with it a lot of negative overtones. It sounds like an attempt to get out of something that you really should be doing but just don’t want to…
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I’m feeling level and I feel my depression lifting. I’m full of hope and wonder for the future. I’m flying in the clouds but I’m not floating through space on a manic ride. I am free from the trapping of my mind. I’m free from the heavy burden of my depression, the tears and fears… Continue reading The Feeling of Flying
I've been stuck between a deep, deep grave of depression, unable to bring myself out of bed. Other days I'm brimming with energy that I can't do much with because my muscles ache, my bones twitch, and my feet burn. Now that I have insurance again, I decided to take my own advice. I'm getting… Continue reading Finally Took My Own Advice