Run, Run

Run, run as fast as you can, You can’t catch me I’m the gingerbread man. I sometimes feel that I am racing from one activity after another with barely a breath in between.  This week my body shut down on Thursday…I felt deep gratitude that I made it all the way home before my body…

Tears or lack of

I didn’t believe I had baby blues.  I never cry.  I found a book on depression.  I read the chapter on ‘baby blues,’ I had every symptom except crying.  When I talked to my first counselor, I told him I could count on one hand how many times I had cried in many years.  (I…

Keep your Eye Upon the Donut

Continuing with poems “As you ramble through Life, Brother, Whatever be your goal. Keep your eye upon the doughnut, And not upon the hole.” I learned the poem above from Dr. Banks over 30 years ago…..the one below I just found when I was looking for the other one. Their Points of View. ‘Twixt optimist…

Rest…

PTSD does not allow for much resting.  Hyper-vigilance, insomnia, mind in overdrive are just a few of the emotional/physical states that make it hard to rest.  Making myself wake up early do more, work harder, trying to ‘prove’ I’m good enough is not the mindset of a person that gets rest.  I am learning that…

Challenge

Evan commented yesterday that taking control of my life is not accurate.  He phrased it nicer.  Life happens.  My participation when I have victim thinking is a bit like driftwood tossed into a raging river.  Healthier thinking, I am a person on that driftwood with my hands paddling like mad to get to where I…

Self-regulation

One of my counselors goals was to convince me that I had control over my own life.  I was raised with the ‘you must’, ‘I have to’, ‘I can’t’ and other statements indicating that I was turning my life over to someone else to regulate my behavior.  One time when I stated that “I had…

Authenticity

Authenticity 1. The quality or condition of being authentic, trustworthy, or genuine.  dictionary.search.yahoo.com Ooo boy was this ever a toughy for me.  I first had to understand that my whole life was built on lies, half truths, and fear.  My counselor held the mirror while I looked at my past.  I didn’t remember any of…