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Wednesday, October 09, 2013

Down The Rabbit Hole: Combating Negative Thinking



Who can forget Alice's sudden tumble down the rabbit hole, deep down into Wonderland where she meets very odd characters and nothing is really as it seems. So it is with negative thinking. Once we decide to peer into that dark cave of thought, we can quickly be pulled down into deeper, darker thoughts, and as we near the bottom we can often lose all hope of ever climbing out to a safer, more reasonable ground. On the other hand, positive thinking is being able to take control and notice what is actually happening around you instead of fearing something that might happen. It is the ability to not let negative thoughts pull you under and take control of your life.

Easier said than done, eh? 

The fact is, it's a lot easier to run with the negative. Positive thinking is hard work! It's like climbing a steep rocky mountain without a safety net; it's less tedious, albeit more damaging, to just free fall off to the stony bottom. We always hear how much happier and at peace we will be when we focus on the good and remove our thoughts from the harmful depths of negativity. But how do we do that? I hope some of the following suggestions will steer you in the right direction:
  • Write down everything that is worrying you and rate the likelihood of that problem happening. Play the worst case scenario game for a few minutes and then close the box on it. Michael J. Fox says “If you fixate on the worst case scenario, and it actually happens, you’ve lived it twice.” I say, accept that there is a such thing as a worst case scenario, make yourself as comfortable as possible with it, and then toss it to the wind. If it comes back to you-actually happens in real life-then at least it won't take you by surprise. Just don't weigh yourself down with things that may or may not happen. There's being prepared, and then there's being a basket case. There's a fine line between these two, so learn to recognize and file them in appropriate boxes.
  • Do your most unpleasant tasks at the start of the day rather than leaving it for later and stressing about it. Procrastination is your worst enemy, so stop hanging out with her. She's a mean old bitch and she's only out to harm you. Don't answer her calls, and certainly don't let her in the door.
  • Keep a positive attitude about things, because if you allow your attitude to be negative your mood will be negative. Yes, this is common sense. No, it is not a built-in trait. It must be learned, processed, and practiced. Positivity is not some blind "everything is wonderful and even cow poop smells like fresh linen" line of thinking. I would like to throw in the word "realism" here. Often considered the merging bridge between the best and the worst, realism is ruling out the cumbersome fluff of "it's all lovely" while refining the "oh crap, everything is going wrong and the world is a vampire sent here to drain me dry". Remaining positive in any given situation means you look the truth of the situation in the eye, size up the damage, and choose to say "you may break my plans, but you will not break my spirit." Tell that to your next flat tire. Tell it to your paycheck. Tell it to your mental illness.
  • Keep yourself occupied, as this won't give you the time to dwell on negative thoughts.I don't understand the word "bored". There is always, always, always something to do. Being bored and idle welcomes in bad thoughts faster than a dead animal welcomes the vultures. Find some hobbies. Start an exercise program. Tackle that scary closet. Do something. This is the way I was able to successfully quit smoking three years ago. I kept myself busy. It didn't matter how silly or mundane the task was, it kept my hands full and my head focused on something besides how much I wanted to light one up. It is the same with negative thinking. If you don't give it walking space in your head, then it can't take up camp in your life.
  • Set aside a time of the day to focus on things that are worrying you, and once that time is up walk away from it and do something else.This is much like the suggestion about writing things down. If you have a particular problem worrying you to death, set the timer and worry to your heart's content. Think about every possible bad thing about it, and maybe even try to come up with some solutions to it if it is a fixable boo-boo in your life. When the timer goes off, it's done. You've met your worrying quota for the day and it's time to spend your efforts elsewhere. 
  • Find something funny about a situation rather than dwelling on the negatives. Humor truly is the best medicine. You don't have to be a professional comedian to appreciate the lighter side of life. If we can't laugh at ourselves and our troubles, then those troubles will kill us. Besides, laughing reduces stress, relaxes the muscles, eases pain, and improves the immune system. A hearty belly laugh offers nearly the same benefits to your heart as a jogging session, and it can actually improve hypertension (more so in women than in men). This is why, when I am depressed or worried about something, the best thing I can do is watch a comedy. Who says mindless television can't come in handy every once in a while! 
  • Above all else, remember to breathe, and to know that these worrisome times will pass. Breathe it in, breathe it out. We all have difficulties to work with in our lives. We all have varying levels of self-esteem issues, and some of those issues are very severe and damaging. But your beliefs about yourself are not always accurate, and it is helpful to evaluate the core of your being to recognize untruthful thoughts, as well as rediscover neglected positives about yourself. I will write more on this topic in my next post. In the mean time, give yourself a pat on the back, a self-hug or whatnot, and decide that from this moment on you will not be a slave to the rabbit hole. Stay on level ground and resist that downward pull with every ounce of strength you have! Positive thinking doesn't mean you block out reality or ignore issues that must be dealt with. Rather, it helps you keep on a clearer path so that you can see things as they really are, and appreciate the good stuff despite the bad.

Monday, October 07, 2013


Multiple Psychiatrist Disorder

Here is a link to an article I wrote with tips on how to talk to your doctor about your symptoms:

Breaking Down the Communication Barrier Between Psychiatrists and Patients

I will use these tips as I experience getting acquainted with yet another psychiatrist. Last week my former doctor dismissed me because she has been unable to find a winning combo of medication to treat my illness.  She feels she has reached the end of her expertise and so she gave me the number to call for another place that can hopefully help me more. I called the new clinic this morning (actually, my fiance called for me because I was too nervous), and they don't make appointments for new patients. Instead, they have certain days and times that you have to walk-in and it's a first come, first serve kind of deal. So basically, I'm guessing I will have to wait in a crowded room and may or may not be seen by someone. This is terrifying to me, but it's the only option I have left, so that's what I will do. My fiance said it may be next week before we can go. So survival mode continues...

Sunday, October 06, 2013

Depressed Ramblings

As exhausting as the very rapid rapid cycling was, I think I would trade it back in exchange for this constant depression. I am stuck in quicksand and there seems to be no way out.  I have contemplated suicide more than I would like to admit to, but each time the faces of my children popped to mind and I just couldn't go through with it.  I am thankful for that, and yet I can't see the point of me staying alive as is.  What good am I to anyone, much less children, if I am this withdrawn and caged in misery?  I'm sure I will know the answer to that once I feel better, but right now I don't, and it makes the struggle to hang on all the more pointless to me.  What's more, I only feel like a burden to my fiance.  I know he would care if I could explain how I am feeling, but there just aren't any words for it.  There's a barrier between me and everyone who knows me.  An airtight barrier that I can't get around, under or over.  

I've reached that point where I don't care that the house is a mess.  Last week I felt awful about it, but now I don't even care if I die with it looking this messy.  I just don't care.  Last week I also had no appetite, so I didn't eat.  This week, I'm still not hungry, but I keep eating to distract myself from the depression: it isn't working, but I continue to do it.  I think I purposely want to gain weight so I can hate myself even more.  

I don't care if I survive. 

One thing I do care about, however, is all the things I am increasingly paranoid over.  I think everything is directed toward me, especially on Facebook.  That place is the devil.  I think people are intentionally ignoring me, or that I am annoying them, or that they absolutely hate me.  Or all of the above.  I even lashed out at one person because I feel like he was intentionally trying to hurt me...and I still feel that way, but I also feel like I should probably apologize.  But then I'm afraid he will not care about my apology, and that will just hurt even more.

I also am very sure the world is about to come to an end.  I can feel it in the air, and it's thick and nasty...but I don't really care about that much right now.  It would save me a lot of trouble if it did.  

I want to take a lot of pills and sleep for a long time.  When I wake up, this same feeling will hit me in the face as soon as my eyes open, so then I'll want to take more pills and sleep even longer.  As it is, I can't do that at all because I have a two year old to take care of.  And please know that he is not any sort of danger.  I am exhausted and depressed and apathetic, but I do still care for my son.  I may not be a jolly mom right now, but he's not being neglected.  And if I had someone to look after him for me I would.  Or wouldn't, because I don't like imposing on anyone. I do still care about other people, just not about myself.

I told my fiance earlier today that I miss the food at the last mental hospital I was in.  I do.  I really liked their food.  I guess it's sort of bad when a mental hospital produces more nostalgic thoughts of home than your actual home does. I can't afford to go to that good food hospital anyway.  It would be off to the horrible state run hospital that feels more like a prison and the food is awful. And in case you think all I care about is the food, you're right.  But in all honesty, the quality of food in a place often signifies the overall quality of everything else.  And good food is comforting. Whether you are hungry for it or not. 

Friday, October 04, 2013


What To Do If You Feel Stuck In Life



It doesn't matter how old you are when you suddenly realize you're stuck in the life that you've created for yourself. The feeling is devastating and difficult to deal with. But while it may seem like you made a lot of mistakes that you cannot get out of, the important thing is to keep your head up high and know that every mistake is actually a lesson that can be learned, so there's no need for regrets after all.

Whether you're a young adult or middle aged, there are things that you can do to change your life for the better. Continue reading for some valuable advice that'll help you feel like you're free again to create the life of your dreams if you're feeling like you're stuck and there's no way to change things.

Go Back to School and Change Careers


Sometimes a career change is absolutely necessary, especially if you've grown bored or disgruntled with your current place of employment and you really don't want to move to another company in the same field. For example, if you really thought that you wanted to be a teacher but you realized after getting a job in the field that it really isn't a good fit for you, don't feel as though you're trapped, no matter how old you are. You can begin taking classes on the side or begin pursuing a master's degree in a completely different field so that, when you're ready, you can look for employment elsewhere.

Get a Fresh Start in a Brand New Place



Moving to a new place can give you the fresh start you desire, especially if nothing is working for you where you are. If, for example, you're finding it really difficult to find a great school to attend for the new career you wish to pursue, or there aren't enough jobs in your field in your area, a move can really make a difference and open up brand new doors and opportunities that you never imagined could be possible.

Whether you move alone or with a family, making such a change may be a little hard at first, but once you settle into your new place and begin meeting new people, learning new things, seeing new places, and experiencing all that your new home has to offer, you won't regret it, especially if you know that this is the place you've always wanted to live in. And if you're concerned that moving would be too much of an expensive hassle, find a reputable moving company that can help you with all of the minor details to make it easier for you, no matter how far you're moving.

Try New Things Whenever You Can


Volunteer in a field you're interested in and make it a point to travel to try new things. This can help you get out of your rut and get your mind off of things, and you may even be inspired. For example, volunteering with animals may inspire you to switch careers.

Making changes is imperative if you feel stuck in life. Remember, nothing needs to be permanent, and changes can be wonderful.



The author of this post is Tyson Wilmer, an employee at AMJ Campbell, leading movers in Brampton. He owns a fantastic toolkit and uses it to do restoration work in his spare time.

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Thursday, October 03, 2013

My Mood Journal for the Past Two Hours

7:00p.m.  Extremely depressed.  The typical distractions do nothing but make me feel worse.  Can't concentrate to read, don't want to watch TV, don't feel like writing anymore miserable language, except for this stupid mood journal that seems pointless at the moment.  

7:05p.m.  Oh my! Must cook something to eat!  MUST!  It's just so exciting!!!

7:10p.m.  Ugh, I got pots and pans out, but I don't feel like cooking anything.  I'll just fix the kid a sandwich and forget about it. 

7:12p.m.  No, really hungry!  Going to cook something!  It'll be F U N ! ! ! 

{cooking-neutral mood, then stressed, then very stressed}

7:35p.m. I want to die.  But the food was good.  

7:38p.m. Actually, the food wasn't all that great.  I wish I hadn't eaten it.  What was the point?

7:45p.m. Bath time for son.  This will be fun!  He loves bath time.  I love my life!  

7:50p.m. He has dumped water all over me and the bathroom is flooded.  I am so tired.  I should have just let him stay dirty...I'm an awful mom for thinking that :(  

{wrestling to dry off and clothe son}

8:00p.m.  I'm exhausted. I don't even feel.  Just numb and exhausted.

8:07p.m.  UGH I'M SO MAD!!! AND I HAVE NO IDEA WHY!!! 

8:10p.m. Just depressed now.  I'm tempted to write how depressed I am on my Facebook page but then everyone will think I am just complaining or wanting attention.  Maybe I should just shut the whole thing down.

8:20p.m. My son is so cute!  I love spending time with him!  Happy!  Happy!  Happy!  And I have so many projects I want to get started on, like this one, and this one, and this one!  Where to begin WHERE TO BEGIN???  

8:45p.m. I want to die.  I don't know why anyone puts up with me.  Why do I even exist?  I should just end it now. 

8:55p.m.  Eh, feel so-so.  I'm going to post this to my blog for the hell of it.  Either people will sadly relate or they will have a good laugh at it, or think it's really stupid.  Whatever.




Wednesday, October 02, 2013

Social Anxiety Versus Mom Duties


It has occurred to me on more than one occasion lately that my two year old son, J, needs some time around other kids his age.  Seeing as how I am almost completely homebound due to anxiety, and that same anxiety prevents me from arranging playdates here, I know his social skills are lacking.  He needs someone to converse with besides his parents and his much older sisters.  So, his dad and I decided to try out Kidzersize at the local library today.  

That decision was made two days ago and I tried to not think about it until today; otherwise, I would have talked myself out of going.  Even so, the realization that I would be in a room with strangers didn't exactly make me jump for joy.  I was fairly cranky as I got ready this morning. Trying to pick out something acceptable to wear from my limited wardrobe only reminded me how much weight I have gained.  Brushing my hair highlighted the fact that I have over two inches of dead ends because I have been too nervous to make a hair appointment to get it trimmed (and I know better than to try cutting it myself). I got J dressed extra early and then tried not to annoy my fiance to death as I waited for him to mosey out the door.  After all, I knew if I got there late there would be no way I could walk into a full room. It's better to get there early and let the room slowly fill up after me, kind of like putting a frog in lukewarm water and gradually boiling it to death. 

We managed to get there on time.  First ones there, in fact.  J was already excited because he loves the library (we go to get books fairly often), but he was practically delirious when he got to walk into the large room that the Kidzercise program would take place in.  He began running in circles and giggling, and the librarian thought he was absolutely adorable. His dad left to peruse the book aisles, and I tried to feel as comfortable in my skin as a person with social anxiety possibly can. Then a few kids came in.  J was so happy to see little people his age!  He went to hug a little girl, but his version of hugging turned into a hold-her-by-the-shoulders-like-a-sea-crab-and-never-let-go, so I had to break that up.  I told him to be gentle with others, and he bounced off to do some more pre-Kidzercising. He wasn't doing anything bad.  I thought the whole idea of the program was for the kids to exercise and socialize, so what's the harm of him running around a little?  Other than the death-clamp he had previously had on the girl, he hadn't bothered anyone.  But then it began.  The whispering.  One old grandma told her grandson "You better not run around like that!"  When J went over to investigate another little girl (no hugging, just looking) her mom said "Let's go over there where those nice behaving little girls are."  I felt the heat in my face and immediately felt like scooping J up and darting for the door.  But he was having such a good time, so I stuck like a statue to my chair and wrung my hands in misery.  

When the actual program began, J loved the music.  He did his own little thing, but he did imitate a few of the moves that everyone else was doing.  I still felt like all eyes were on me and my son, though, and I was so glad I had taken a Klonopin before leaving; else I would have succumbed to a full blown panic attack by then.  I tried to do the movements that all the other parents and children were doing, even the part where we all had to crawl on the floor.  I was feeling so self-conscious, but I was trying so hard to be a good parent. I want my kids to have as normal of a childhood as possible, so stuff like Kidzercise just comes with the territory.  I was unbelievably happy to see my fiance walk inside though, and I immediately asked him to take over while I went out into the library to look for some books.  I went out to the book aisles with my list but I couldn't even read it, I was so nervous.  So I just pretended to be looking for books.  Because, you know, all eyes are on me.  That is my version of reality.  A few short minutes later, here came J and his dad; apparently he didn't like Mommy leaving the room.  I got my fiance to help me look for the rest of the books, and I took J to play with some puzzles.  He happily put together a picture of farm animals while I tried to slow my breathing.  A van full of people from the halfway house that is run by the mental health clinic I go to had come in and most of them were using computers nearby.  I couldn't help think maybe that's where I belonged.  What set me apart from them?  The fact that I am living on the outside, but unable to work due to my illness, and reliant so much on the man who for some unearthly reason loves me?  They looked so happy, much like J had looked when running around in the Kidzercise room.  And there I was, uncomfortable, trying not to run out the door into oncoming traffic.  As if on cue, I heard a siren down the road.  As it got closer, I felt my courage melting away.  I wanted to run, to cry.  I wanted to be stronger than this.  I wanted this to be a good experience for my son.  Now look what I had done.

J fell out of his chair and let out a cry.  The whole room -the people, the books, the walls - all turned to look at us.  I picked him up and walked toward the door.  On the way, I whispered to my fiance that I was taking J to the car.  He knows what that means all too well, so he went to check out the books he had already gathered.  

As I half-walked, half-ran to the car, the others from Kidzercise were leaving the building as well.  I tried not to look at them in hopes that would somehow make me invisible.  I strapped a still content J into his car seat and made my way to the passenger seat.  A man was sitting in the driver's seat of the van beside us, and I felt like he was staring at me.  I began to worry he was waiting for us to move our car because we were parked slightly crooked.  Maybe he was angry at me.  I refused to look in his direction, busied myself "looking" for something in my bag.  Finally he cranked his van and left.  My fiance came to the car shortly after, handing me the books.  I held my breath as we made it out of the parking lot.  He said the librarian had told him to bring J back next week. 

We'll see.  We'll see.  

The Appeal of Self-Harm



It's been a rough day, so I may blog about it in a little while.  That usually helps me more than anything, especially since I haven't been to the therapist in a while.  Everyone needs an outlet, a way to release the tension that is self-expressive without being harmful.  I honestly think writing is what has kept me from engaging in more self-harm.  It's a figurative slicing of the veins, as opposed to the more dangerous, literal form.  I recall a brief time years ago when I did engage in self-harm, mainly cutting, and it was because I was such a wreck I couldn't even get words out on paper (or on the computer screen).  I was stuffed to the brim with emotion and terror, and there seemed no way to get it out.  So I cut.  And it helped somehow.  Obviously, it was not a good solution, and it's not something I would recommend to anyone.  When I didn't cut I drank.  And sometimes I did both. Later, I found other ways to help release the pain when I am unable to focus enough for writing. Like painting (which I am horrendous at, but it's relaxing).  I still occasional have an urge to hurt myself when I am extremely upset about something, but I think it's been about three years since I actually did it.  I am very proud of that.  I am also very aware that those three years could go down the drain in a matter of seconds if my need for relief becomes too strong.  As much as I normally hate pain, it has such an appeal when my emotional turmoil is so high. It's the ultimate distraction from what is going on inside my head, and add in the release of endorphins: voila! A messy bliss, though for me it was always accompanied by a horrible shame for what I had done, and then disgust (I have an aversion to the sight of blood). For anyone who has never had the urge to self-harm it may sound like the weirdest thing ever, but for those who do struggle with it, it feels like the only way to get that monster out. 

America's Issue with Mental Health & How We Can Fix It



In America, mental health issues often carry a negative stigma that can interfere with a person’s ability to seek out and receive the appropriate treatment. Although many people view mental health issues as an individual problem, the unfortunate truth is that mental health conditions impact all of society. From the workplace to social relationships, the consequences can be dire when a person is unable to treat their mental health condition. While there is no easy answer, there are several things that can be done to fix mental health issues in America through a combination of understanding, education and financial support that will ensure everyone has access to mental health services.


Mental Health Issues in the Headlines


Recent headlines have demonstrated the serious consequences that can occur when individuals are left to cope alone with untreated mental illness. As more information comes available regarding the recent tragedy of the Washington Navy Yard shooting, it has been discovered that the shooter, Aaron Alexis, had a long history of untreated mental illness. This included serious symptoms such as paranoia, insomnia and hearing voices. Tragically, his mental health condition led to him taking the lives of many other people who had no idea of the hostility that was brewing. While there is no excuse for his actions, knowing that Alexis struggled with violent thoughts and hallucinations can explain his lack of self-control.

Reasons Why People Forgo Treatment


Sadly, many people decide to forgo treatment even when they suspect they have a mental health disorder. This can be due to one or a combination of reasons. In addition to concern regarding the negative view of society that pervades discussions of mental illness, many people who struggle to cope with a mental health condition cannot afford to seek treatment or follow up on filling their medicine prescriptions. According to a study conducted in 2011 by the Substance Abuse and Mental Health Services Administration, being unable to afford the cost of treatment was the primary reason why people left their mental health condition unchecked.

Being financially unable to seek treatment may seem as though it is a problem only associated with the very poor; however, the issue of affordability goes much deeper than one’s bank account. The study also showed that those who did have insurance still could not always afford their treatment, and some people also struggled with finding a provider within their network. To compound the issue, many people with mental health issues on their medical record have found it virtually impossible to be accepted for a health insurance plan.

How the Affordable Care Act Plays a Role


After decades of negativity surrounding mental health treatment, it is finally becoming a recognized public health issue that is being addressed by federal, state and local levels of government and community involvement. One of the main ways that access to mental health services is being addressed is through the Affordable Care Act. Currently, health insurance companies are no longer allowed to deny a person a policy based upon pre-existing conditions. Additionally, 2014 heralds the beginning of an era when health insurance companies must also pay for mental health services.

As the nation moves forward toward a new beginning where health care coverage will be more accessible to everyone, it is important to stop the debate regarding the negative connotations of the plan. Instead, it is important to recognize the benefits that come with treating some of the most vulnerable members of the population who may be struggling with a mental health condition that with treatment, can be overcome so they can be a positive contributor to society as well as their families.



Derek is currently blogging for Aligned Signs, a site that helps connect like minded people by using astrology, psychology, and personality tests. When he is not blogging, he enjoys relaxing with his girlfriend and catching up on their favorite movies.