Gosh it's been a long time since I've done this. When I look back on my posts it becomes pretty clear that I'm bipolar. Ups and downs, holy! Anti social..then social. Well any of you who actually read this love me despite this so I guess I'm good.
Just a little catch up. I'm doing pretty darn good the last few weeks. Starting to want to socialize again and feeling more motivation to do all things I've wanted to do. I'm working and kicking some ass getting involved with more things there, getting creative again. I missed that feeling. I'm trying to get the alright to do a workshop for the GLBTQA conference, joining an Anti-Racism committee on campus, performing a monologue for International Women's Day; gearing up for presenting at the high schools on sexual assault awareness, and on the committee for the tunnel of oppression. Enough to keep my hours mostly busy. Life at home is good. I'm trying to get out more and wanting more.. I had quite the anti social stint. I'm thankful for those who have tried and understood when I didn't want to go out. And ever so thankful they still want to see me now. lol I'm doing some photography and actually wanting more shoots to do. I'm also just overall thankful and doing more to make myself happy like finally working out. I sure hope this up keeps this time.
I'd say the only thing I'm struggling with is still body image. Although I've definitely begun to embrace the number on the scale. I'm just more concerned with making myself more toned up. I can accept some curves if they must be there. Damn getting old or damn medication - whatever it is that is making it so hard. I never hear people actually talk about how hard it is to lose weight or get fit. I hear people talk about working out, but nobody complains. How is that? Not until I do on fb or whatever do I actually learn that I share the same frustrations other people have. sure I hear it on t.v. commercials but it's just not the same as having a conversation with a real person. I think I have talked to more people about cramps than a real conversation about body image (aside from what I do at work). If we could only talk about our insecurities. I think it would help us women feel more secure actually - a support system to help us realize we are not alone and one to help us overcome them.
So that is me. Now everything is not perfect by any means. I still have to get out of my slump routine of needing two cups of coffee before I move off the recliner. I still have anxiety too much some days. But overall I'm doing pretty good. My apologies to those of you who I know blog as I haven't kept up on yours as I haven't kept up on mine too. Alright I think that's all I have for now. :)
Friday, February 24, 2012
Friday, January 13, 2012
Just a tad stuck
So I've done good to my word..been starting to buy clothes that make me feel better rather than trying to convince myself I'll lose the wt. first. It's done wonders for my self esteem. I still plan on continuing to try and lose wt. But just having that sense of looking good as who I am makes all the difference. The weight I've decided needs to come off not just so I feel adequate next to a skinny mini this summer (cuz there will always be someone who looks "better") but because I am so tired of feeling lazy and stuck. So I guess I really am concentrating on feeling good rather than looking good. Too bad I haven't started yet. It's so much harder to stop the excuses than I thought it would be. "oh after xmas" then "after new years". Maybe after the kids go back and my schedule is more consistent. I can't possibly start working out at home with Jeremy off of work this week and watching me. I need to just get off my ass and do it. So hard to grab some momentum.
Course these days it's hard to grab some energy to do anything. I now understand why people like me go off their meds. I'm not depressed anymore and so thankful for that. But I am more in a slumpy mood. I miss this summer when I was energized and confident, wanting to socialize and being positive. Now I could care less if I go out. I'm stuggling to find the energy to do much. I still enjoy my kids, but would rather watch them have fun than join them. It's a really odd spot to be in. And it's so against where my brain is. This therefore feels like a weird torture. I'm not stopping meds of course. I know better than that. But it is frustrating none the less.
So I continue to try and gear myself up for things and keep trying to do things my head wants. Just hoping it all connects soon the way I want it to.
Course these days it's hard to grab some energy to do anything. I now understand why people like me go off their meds. I'm not depressed anymore and so thankful for that. But I am more in a slumpy mood. I miss this summer when I was energized and confident, wanting to socialize and being positive. Now I could care less if I go out. I'm stuggling to find the energy to do much. I still enjoy my kids, but would rather watch them have fun than join them. It's a really odd spot to be in. And it's so against where my brain is. This therefore feels like a weird torture. I'm not stopping meds of course. I know better than that. But it is frustrating none the less.
So I continue to try and gear myself up for things and keep trying to do things my head wants. Just hoping it all connects soon the way I want it to.
Friday, December 16, 2011
Just "being a girl"
I've gained 40lbs in the last year or so. I've been in a slump emotionally. And it totally sucks. Sure I've had moments where things were good, but all in all I look back and feel like it was a big fuzzy mess. I don't know if my wt. gain is from that or from my abundance of new meds. But when I look in the mirror it really doesn't matter. I have, a number of times, cried like a jr. high girl over not having anything that fits right. I've let myself get so frustrated that I try and not eat for as long as possible (many more of us do that than would admit). And now I'm just a point that I'm sick of doing this mind game to myself.
Soon I'll be doing Love Your Body events at the woman's center. I am a huge advocate for loving yourself despite the standards society gives us. I believe so many woman are beautiful and can completely see past body shape. I, in fact, see many typical beauties as ugly due to their personalities, the fact they send images of women back 50yrs, or lack of common sense. And yet I do it to myself. Why is it so easy to lift up our friends, while we push down ourselves? It's more than frustrating to live in both worlds.
I'm going to try and change that. I've committed myself to letting me buy clothes that are up a size. I'm going to start thinking healthy vs. scale. Now I know it won't be easy. I've struggled with body image, even as a skinny girl. But I do want to try again. I'm hoping it's like quitting smoking. You have to fail a few times before you really get it.
Soon I'll be doing Love Your Body events at the woman's center. I am a huge advocate for loving yourself despite the standards society gives us. I believe so many woman are beautiful and can completely see past body shape. I, in fact, see many typical beauties as ugly due to their personalities, the fact they send images of women back 50yrs, or lack of common sense. And yet I do it to myself. Why is it so easy to lift up our friends, while we push down ourselves? It's more than frustrating to live in both worlds.
I'm going to try and change that. I've committed myself to letting me buy clothes that are up a size. I'm going to start thinking healthy vs. scale. Now I know it won't be easy. I've struggled with body image, even as a skinny girl. But I do want to try again. I'm hoping it's like quitting smoking. You have to fail a few times before you really get it.
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
A positive Rant
I was recently told that I have a problem with giving myself credit for the good things, embracing them. You know instead of doing the "yeah but.." thing. O.k. so it was my therapist, but he is a smart man. I noted that I once was a prisoner to my 'to do' lists and after realizing that I always made them too long and never accomplished everything to my standards, I changed things. I started a 'what I did today' list instead. It helped so very much. Blogging for me has been very much the same. So much easier for me to vent the hard stuff than the good. And yet it really shouldn't be like that. And so this is my good blog. ha ha! Deal with me here. I do this not in gloating, but because it's good for my soul.
I've had some trouble of late finding a job, getting school stuff sorted out. And all of a sudden- like things are changing in the right direction. Perhaps meant to be, but not without the work I had done before. I have gotten five months to get my second chance at my last semester and finish up my in completes. This was due to the fact that not only is my dept. awesome, but because I proved myself in the last couple of years. I got a 4.0 in my bachelor's program. I was engaged and a high achiever in the Master's program, earning everyone's respect enough for them to advocate for me. I was honest and genuine , always sharing where I was at in my life - again earning their respect.
The Woman's Center called me to give me a GSA position again. They certainly didn't have to think of me first. Again, my hard work payed off as they chose to call me! Not only did they offer me the position but also worked the channels, un provoked, to make it so I could work despite me not being actually enrolled in classes this semester. So now I have a job for at least until summer. In which I hope to have an awesome internship.
Then a call today. My supervisor went out of her way to talk me up to the Conflict Resolution Center on campus to inquire about an internship with them (and possible money). Wow! Not only would that look awesome on a resume, but they thought of me when not asked to or having to. My previous networking and interests had already put me in a good light with the director of the Conflict Resolution Center so they thought the idea was promising. They are willing to meet wit me and want me to attend their upcoming symposium. So what happens? The Women's Center believes in me so much they are willing to pay the $400 dollars for me to attend!
And not to be ignored is my husband's ability to be so supportive and willing to do whatever it takes to make all of this work.
I feel so blessed right now.
That is my good rant ;)
I've had some trouble of late finding a job, getting school stuff sorted out. And all of a sudden- like things are changing in the right direction. Perhaps meant to be, but not without the work I had done before. I have gotten five months to get my second chance at my last semester and finish up my in completes. This was due to the fact that not only is my dept. awesome, but because I proved myself in the last couple of years. I got a 4.0 in my bachelor's program. I was engaged and a high achiever in the Master's program, earning everyone's respect enough for them to advocate for me. I was honest and genuine , always sharing where I was at in my life - again earning their respect.
The Woman's Center called me to give me a GSA position again. They certainly didn't have to think of me first. Again, my hard work payed off as they chose to call me! Not only did they offer me the position but also worked the channels, un provoked, to make it so I could work despite me not being actually enrolled in classes this semester. So now I have a job for at least until summer. In which I hope to have an awesome internship.
Then a call today. My supervisor went out of her way to talk me up to the Conflict Resolution Center on campus to inquire about an internship with them (and possible money). Wow! Not only would that look awesome on a resume, but they thought of me when not asked to or having to. My previous networking and interests had already put me in a good light with the director of the Conflict Resolution Center so they thought the idea was promising. They are willing to meet wit me and want me to attend their upcoming symposium. So what happens? The Women's Center believes in me so much they are willing to pay the $400 dollars for me to attend!
And not to be ignored is my husband's ability to be so supportive and willing to do whatever it takes to make all of this work.
I feel so blessed right now.
That is my good rant ;)
Friday, December 9, 2011
Please Don't
Taken from a forum I read.
"Bipolar, in all its spectrum, is a nightmare condition that affects the sufferer in the most cruel and all-consuming way. Its not particularly normal to experience the extreme opposites of the disorder i.e. on top of the world one minute and then feeling like the world is literally on top of you the next-crushing you down. For this reason alone, Bipolars are not normal people. But Bipolars are, in the majority, remarkable people with remarkable creative/leadership skills.In fact, on an evolutionary/Darwinian level, society needs its Bipolars, with their manic creativity and frequently exceptional drive, to ensure its ongoing survival. So no one should say hurtful things to people with this condition. In my case, some people have said bad things about my disorder. But they say this, not because they're nasty but out of total ignorance of Bipolar. "
Now what I have to say:
I haven't been affected as much as some people with the condition. Many more have had hurtful things said to them - more than I. But they hurt none the less. So I ask you all... Do not tell me that you know someone who has survived bipolar due to religion or some other "great effort" to overcome the condition. Do not tell me that I'm just being manic or in a cycle when I'm just truly angry at you or feeling good about something. Do not tell me that you understand because one time you were depressed (like when your grandma died). Do not tell me that things will get better and that I can "do it". Don't limit my ability to do things in the future, just because I've struggled in the past. Don't tell me you have manic tendencies but are not diagnosed inferring that my diagnosis is not real. Don't tell me that medication will only hurt me, confuse me, or that it is not needed if I just go to therapy. And do not see me as only a victim of my mental illness.
Because it hurts. And because I already have had to struggle with not telling myself these very same things. Because it takes forever to undo the self talk and self hatred that comes with living with the reality that I am Bipolar. I'm so much more than what I was born to overcome. I have insight to the human condition that few are meant to have. I am going to give to this world more than you know.
"Bipolar, in all its spectrum, is a nightmare condition that affects the sufferer in the most cruel and all-consuming way. Its not particularly normal to experience the extreme opposites of the disorder i.e. on top of the world one minute and then feeling like the world is literally on top of you the next-crushing you down. For this reason alone, Bipolars are not normal people. But Bipolars are, in the majority, remarkable people with remarkable creative/leadership skills.In fact, on an evolutionary/Darwinian level, society needs its Bipolars, with their manic creativity and frequently exceptional drive, to ensure its ongoing survival. So no one should say hurtful things to people with this condition. In my case, some people have said bad things about my disorder. But they say this, not because they're nasty but out of total ignorance of Bipolar. "
Now what I have to say:
I haven't been affected as much as some people with the condition. Many more have had hurtful things said to them - more than I. But they hurt none the less. So I ask you all... Do not tell me that you know someone who has survived bipolar due to religion or some other "great effort" to overcome the condition. Do not tell me that I'm just being manic or in a cycle when I'm just truly angry at you or feeling good about something. Do not tell me that you understand because one time you were depressed (like when your grandma died). Do not tell me that things will get better and that I can "do it". Don't limit my ability to do things in the future, just because I've struggled in the past. Don't tell me you have manic tendencies but are not diagnosed inferring that my diagnosis is not real. Don't tell me that medication will only hurt me, confuse me, or that it is not needed if I just go to therapy. And do not see me as only a victim of my mental illness.
Because it hurts. And because I already have had to struggle with not telling myself these very same things. Because it takes forever to undo the self talk and self hatred that comes with living with the reality that I am Bipolar. I'm so much more than what I was born to overcome. I have insight to the human condition that few are meant to have. I am going to give to this world more than you know.
Monday, December 5, 2011
This Mom Needs Work
Today was awful in the sense I couldn't focus on one thing long enough to feel like I accomplished much at all. I spent some time with Isabel, hit the grocery store...then nothing. worked on some school stuff, nothing...more school stuff, nothing...cleaned some...nothing again. After school routine, more cleaning and cooking...nothing. Just couldn't do much but want to do everything and not feel right doing any of it. Such a crappy place to be in .
And now as it's night time I feel worse since I feel like I wasted my day. And I should be packing in as much as I can these days. It's obvious I can accomplish more when I do more. Work can not be coming at a better time. I wonder why I work that way. Perhaps because I grew up with too many expectations at too early of an age. Not sure. But I am most happy when I'm busy. It is also reinforcing that I can't be a stay at home mom. I need the other things in life that fill me up like work and photography, friends and time with my husband alone...to be a better mom. I know some would call it selfish still, even as the world's view of the mom role changes. But as for my home we work best when I work more and my husband is home more. He has the patience and fun laid back attitude needed to be home. I can be awesomely fun when the rest of me is filled up with other things. My mind is too busy to be home all the time. My patience lasts less and less with my increased time at home. It certainly is not my children as I adore them. I really have the best kids around. I just get impatient in my own mind and then can't share joy as much. Look at me explaining away what I already know is perfectly alright.
As for today I guess there is nothing I can do about it. Tomorrow is another chance to kick butt. I just hope this antsy thing goes away. I hope it's not a side affect of my meds and if so goes away. Tis my life - analyze analyze. Hard habit to break.
And now as it's night time I feel worse since I feel like I wasted my day. And I should be packing in as much as I can these days. It's obvious I can accomplish more when I do more. Work can not be coming at a better time. I wonder why I work that way. Perhaps because I grew up with too many expectations at too early of an age. Not sure. But I am most happy when I'm busy. It is also reinforcing that I can't be a stay at home mom. I need the other things in life that fill me up like work and photography, friends and time with my husband alone...to be a better mom. I know some would call it selfish still, even as the world's view of the mom role changes. But as for my home we work best when I work more and my husband is home more. He has the patience and fun laid back attitude needed to be home. I can be awesomely fun when the rest of me is filled up with other things. My mind is too busy to be home all the time. My patience lasts less and less with my increased time at home. It certainly is not my children as I adore them. I really have the best kids around. I just get impatient in my own mind and then can't share joy as much. Look at me explaining away what I already know is perfectly alright.
As for today I guess there is nothing I can do about it. Tomorrow is another chance to kick butt. I just hope this antsy thing goes away. I hope it's not a side affect of my meds and if so goes away. Tis my life - analyze analyze. Hard habit to break.
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Sometimes I get tired
And here I am again at square 1 – feeling horrible about my illness again. I’m so angry at the fact that it seems like it would just be so much better if I didn’t have any other outside stressors right now. How am I supposed to ever feel stable if my life just will not cooperate? I’m not at all talking about the everyday stressors that we all feel. Certainly not. I’m not so self centered that I believe that I can make it so there is never problems with relationships or bouts of low esteem or money issues. I’m talking about so much more than that. Finances are huge – not in a things are tight sort of way either. But in a where can we sign up to get free stuff sort of situation. That is a huge stressor. Unfortunately this one is also caused in part by my Bipolar. Going through depression and some sort of mixed emotional state the last couple months meant no working for me – hence making finding a job huge difficult. I am even venturing into a job here in a week or so knowing that my semi stable mood right now could change quickly and screw things up.
And there is the stuff my illness has nothing to do with. Jimmy is still an issue. Not a day I don’t think about him at all. I used to think people just said that, exaggerating a bit, about how much they missed a person. Turns out my Jimmy still gets into every conversation eventually and I think of him at least once a day. And here comes my nephew named after him. Baby James just had to make an early appearance and throw the whole grief thing into full force again. Being a preemie we were so happy when everyone said he’d be fine and then boom another phone call – he’s taken a turn and had to be intubated and drugged to be stable. Just the very idea that he could have died (and it’s still possible), that moment, that particular minute – my heart just sank. All I could think of was how was my brother going to deal with another death. I wanted to protect him from the pain the same way I protected him our whole childhood. And then how can I handle that much hurt. I totally broke down and was a mess of anxiety till my Ativan kicked in and I took a moment to breathe (yeah those exercises really work).
Mixed in all this is the learning even more about how my mom and stepdad have messed up our lives. I hate to say it so harshly as I know they loved us. I know my mom has so many good qualities and that my siblings feel different. But I get so angry at what I hear. I wish I was ready to list some of the things here that I even just more recently learned about. The lies, the behaviors behind my back….so much. And even though I know that I’ve created some distance and some boundaries with them. Some of the news was big enough I know to sit in the background of my mind and scratch at my mood disorder.
So what is the result of all this. I’m in such a weird state. I’m anxious all the time and can’t stop my mind (some a side affect of my last addition of medication) and yet I have this underlying sadness boiling underneath. I want to do things like my photography but am constantly thinking I’m not doing well enough – which makes the time I spend on it that much more frustrating. But the next day I might like my work again. I want to change so much about me on the outside again. I think because I need to have hope for change on the inside. Maybe because I’m restless in who I am.
Now I know this all sounds like I’m a complete nut. And likely if you talk to me on fb or in person you don’t see it. I must note that not every day or every moment is bad. And I must also note that I am really good at putting on my face – faking it through – trying to act like what I wish I felt. How else did I go so long undiagnosed? And then there is the fact that it’s hard to distinguish what is life change and what is something I have to deal with only now. Maybe I just wanted new hair because I just do. Maybe I just feel overemotional because my life is stressed out.
*sigh* I got nothing else
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