Despite progress and many efforts their is still a major hinderance of people simply seeking out help for their mental well being. Weather cultural pressure or pride many still may feel that admitting something may be off mentally or emotionally will bring judgement and ridicule.
Their is a major gap in the amount of available mental health professionals to the masses. In my state of California data shows that the average 11-12 psychiatrist per 100,000 people. There is also low numbers for therapist and clinicians.
Just recently their have been major cuts in the Federal budget to the Department of Health and Human services. This has greatly impacted the amount of funds available for programs, treatment and services.
Though it would seems odd there ones own personal insurance can also not provide adequate coverage for patients to receive proper or all the treatment they need at an affordable price.
Advised to keep my issues to myself. This was to refrain from being judged and labeled.
My work performance in some areas had been suffering a bit. I shared with my superiors that I was having issues both Mentally and Physical and that I was willing to accept any suggestions closing my email with thank you for your support and understanding.
Well I never received an answer to that email. So out of sight out of mind just to continue on like I always did hobbling along the best I could hoping for things to get better.
I have moved on, but the conversation and experience has stayed with me.
I learned despite how much we say as a people and not just in the work place when we say we are here to support and help do we really mean it or do we just want to appear nice.
We as coworkers can still be supportive while still remaining professional.
Approximately 800,000 people die from suicide every year. Speaking more openly about suicide is vital to decreasing this number. The month is a time to reflect and think about how suicide/suicide thoughts affects people, families and communities.
World Fair Trade Day is on the second Saturday of May and its purpose is to celebrate the contributions to the fight against poverty, exploitation, and climate change.
With the passing of World and National Fair Trade Day. I was reminded of the popular song by Drake and Travis Scott Fair Trade. Now the song and the holiday have nothing in common besides a name, I can attest that at times day to day living with a mental health disorder can become labor intensive.
“Peace of mind ” A much sought after commodity and in many cases It doesn’t come easy. What action must be taken to obtain peace of mind. medication, lifestyle changes , family, friends. The last can be the hardest who can get better without a support system. Sometime people can be the very thing delaying your journey and in some cases cutting people out of your life no matter how much you care for them. Sometimes this happens intentionally sometimes not. There is potential for fallout for decisions like this, but never feel bad about doing whats best for you for your own health. Just remember putting ones self first for peace and happiness is the better trade off.
-you cant get better in the same place that made you sick. –
Symptoms they don’t talk about are a lot of times the minor ones that can go unnoticed or even ones that don’t appear to be a symptom at all. There is the nail biting, the foot tapping, or maybe even head scratching, but those are just habits not symptoms of anything. Well with such habits being that minor it can be difficult to even recognize your own symptoms or even recognize the onset of an anxiety attack.
In all of my years dealing with mental illness it was a friend who lives nearly 10,000 miles away to help me recognize my actions as symptoms and that I was having an attack. I wasn’t hyperventilating, or sweating excessively, or nauseated. No, I was up in my mothers apartment at 3 in the morning cooking and cleaning. I don’t mean just your standard tidying up. I was full on sweeping, moping, and scrubbing. I was making food as if preparing for a dinner party. By the time my attack was over I had managed to make tacos, chicken, deviled eggs and apple sauce from scratch. As I reflect on this incident I can feel the budding tension in my chest rise. (So apparently just thinking about attacks brings on attacks too noted. )
So this observation that had been pointed out made me pause and think, this can’t be a panic attack. I just cant sleep so might as well get some tasks done, that will tire me out. Then once I’m tired I’ll have to pass out. But that’s just it. I am so restless that I have decided to do these tasks to force my body and mind to shut down. In a way this is just my mind and body’s way of distracting me and avoiding the real issue of what has me up. In all my distractions I was not able to even fathom there was a problem till it was brought to my attention. Sometimes it takes a person from the outside to put your actions into perspective so you can clearly see the problems you’re not ready to face because you’re up at 3 in the morning preparing for a dinner party. It’s also pretty eye opening on how the mind or body will come up with actions to cope or protect itself or cry for help. I can see why you wouldn’t talk about a symptom if you don’t even know there is one.
The winter season is always a joyous time, holiday parties, good food, and quality time with your loved ones. Though dubbed “the most wonderful time of the year, the winter season can just as equally bring, sadness and stress.
There is added stress from getting presents ,planning parties, and maybe making sure you don’t break the bank. Even the cold and less daylight can bring one of these two disorders.
S.A.D. or Seasonal Affective Disorder is a common form of depression the happens with the change in seasons.
G.A.D. or General Anxiety Disorder though more common the winter season and added stress can definitely be a trigger for those who suffer from anxiety already or others feeling overwhelmed.
And now a toast; not for a new job, new home or new relationship, but to Mental Health.
On most occasions it was something many were drinking to escape from , but to drink too in celebration definitely a new concept.
And to even have the strength to admit to others publicly not easy. Mental Health for so long always came with fear and judgement.
Now with this one moment a forward step for the stigma books. This is proof that we as a people have come a great distance in how mental health is perceived. If this isn’t proof that Mental health narrative isn’t changing I don’t know what is.
The road is still tough but at least the scenery is changing. And that’s something to toast too. Cheers!
A friend is what the heart needs all the time. – Henry Van Dyke
Now that you have been formally introduced to Zac it is fitting to get a bit of his origin story.
During the late 1960’s doctors were working on different treatments for Major Depressive Disorder (MDD). One particularly thing that continued to come up was a decrease of Serotonin levels in patients.
Serotonin has many functions and jobs, one being a neurotransmitter (messenger). As we all know messengers in many cases are very important, (please refrain from shooting), Serotonin is that messenger which communicates anything from, mood, eating, sleeping and digestion. Which sounds like a lot of opportunity for things to go left.
Imagine your body and nerves like the pony express. There are various riders at a particular checkpoint to get messages to its final destination, i.e a message to the brain to put you in a good mood. Well what happens if one of your riders or many riders gets lost or stuck ? Your brain won’t be getting the message bye bye good mood.
In the case of patients having a down mood as well as low levels of serotonin what could happen if that level was increased?
This is where Zac comes in. The extra force needed to unblock the dammed river. or be the increase of needed riders to deliver to deliver happy messages to the brain. On the flip side unblocking a dam can cause a major increase of messengers/serotonin flowing in and that has its own set of problems.
“Dam Destroyer” By 1987 a concentrated form of Selective serotonin reuptake inhibitor (SSRI ) [1] would be approved by the USFDA.
Zac hit the market and was quickly seen as a “wonder drug”
Zac was introduced at a time where the pharmaceutical industry was shifting how they market their products. Previously pharmaceuticals usually went to doctors and health providers to market their products in hope of getting more doctors to use their products for prescription and treatment. The 1980s saw a change to Direct-to-Consumer (DTC) advertising. Now potential patients were seeing what products could be made available to them instead of solely relying on their doctor for treatment options. 🚩
The introduction of Prozac into the mass market also opened up opportunity for people to speak publicly on mental illness especially in regards to depression or anxiety. In some respects Zac became “trendy” (he had a book and movie deal talk about a Hollywood star.”) Because Prozac was believed to work so well patients as well as the public put a lot of faith into the drug to easily cure these issues. With such rave reviews pretty hard to imagine any downsides to something so wonderful.
Esherick, Joan. (2007). Prozac: North American Culture and the Wonder Drug. Mason Crest Publishers Inc
Because of you I laugh a little harder, cry a little less and smile a little more. -unknown
Smile more
For many suffering from some form of mental illness it’s not surprising that laughing and smiling more while crying less would be a goal to shoot for.
But how does one go about finding that thing or things that will bring on the smiles and laughter while wiping the tears.
Is it family, friends, exercise, diet?
Well just like you, I too ask myself the same question while seeking out what will best assist me in evading the psychiatric rabbit hole I often find myself in.
With that said I would like to introduce you to a friend of mine Zac. I’m sure you have heard of him, maybe you have even met him or even requested him in order to gain a bit of his magic. Maybe you guys hit if off or maybe despite all his efforts you both weren’t able to stay close despite his efforts.
Now for a little guy ,weighing in about 40 milligrams and sometimes in either green, blue or orange bottoms, he was quite the heavyweight its like depression never stood a chance .
Just a single encounter and boom you have the strength and tools to easily knock down the dam blocking the serotonin river gaining that happiness which you never thought you feel again.
When he first burst onto the seen he was described as being a miracle he was all the craze and everyone wanted a piece.
And rightfully so who wouldn’t want to just have one dose of Zac and instantly be happy again.
Like i said unfortunately I have to be honest with you he means well but he’s not always able to deliver. Not all rivers flow the same and sometimes it takes Zac with some additional reinforcements for the river to flow once more.
And honestly why should he? That’s a lot of pressure on him obviously ,and we all know happiness takes a bit more work.
And this is not to take anything away from Zac just because he’s not perfect doesn’t mean he’s not a good friend. He is very much still there to assist if you should need him. He still provides a lot of the relief, and continues to be that extra assistance people needs. He is still very much popular and still very much a heavy hitter in the mental illness battle. He was responsible for changing the game in the field of psychology as well as how we go about recovery bringing on new laws, requirement and insight to the field of mental health. Because of his presence , he created a path for his associates whom would follow.
People now have much more access to information and many more choices in how they fight this battle or unblock the dam. It then just becomes the mission of finding and selecting the right tools.
Happy Pills
Esherick, Joan. (2007). Prozac: North American Culture and the Wonder Drug. Mason Crest Publishers Inc.
“If you go back you’re going back to die.” That’s what I was told when I expressed my wish/thoughts of going back to china amidst the initial outbreak of COVID-19 . Not only was I going back to my job, but my friends, my students, and opportunity. Now of course I did not think of myself dying. I had concerns and a great awareness of the risk but dying “impossible”
I am a smart cookie so I’ve been told. I am careful and take precautions, i would have done everything in my power to be safe and stayed on top of new developments and stayed in constant communication with those oversees getting myself prepared to return. Nonetheless, time went by I prolonged a bit. Maybe I was hoping the comments of my impending death or worry of death would be subdued. Maybe it was my way to please so I could feel less guilty for the worry I would cause. As days passed, I would not realize until it was too late that my opportunity and hard work would so quickly slip away from me. I have come to realize that not only was I hoping to return to my job, students, friends, obligations, responsibilities but I was going back to my independence, my growth, and development. I was going back to a life that I had built on my own for myself. I was going back to something I could be proud of I was “adult- ting”. Living the life I wanted to live for me. I was finally taking steps in getting a grasp of what to do with my career and life. Sort of finding my place in the world. I had put a lot of effort into making a life for myself, (blood, sweat, and tears as one would say) and now it’s gone.
How do I move forward and pick up the pieces? Where do I even start? How does one climb out of the hole of self-sabotage and regret? I can say that COVID does not have a hold on me but regret and disappointment do and I couldn’t possibly begin to figure out which one has caused me the most conflict. My predicament is all I can think about as if I have a 24-hour news cycle running through my mind and not of news of COVID but my own depression, destruction, and despair. Starting over is hard like running a race uphill only to trip and fall and roll right back down to the starting line. My opportunity, my development, and growth stunted and set-back for how long? How long will my recovery take? So many more unanswered questions. Questions that were already present before and may stay long after this pandemic is over.
If you are one of the many foreign expats who find yourself barred from returning to China due to the outbreak then I am certain that besides you probably feeling frustrated and levels of uncertainty you may also be anxious and disappointed. The ban is nearing the two-month mark and there is no confirmed report on when it will be lifted. Being someone who is always constantly anxious my current life predicament is not helping by any means. I am still fortunate to continue my job as a teacher through the online medium. I am very lucky since my school is one which has made preparations for the students to return, albeit with some restrictions. Since many functions of the school have resumed and I am also not present there is the feeling in the back of my mind that my employment will cease at any time. (cue anxious feelings).
Now unfortunately there isn’t much to be done in regards to what the Chinese government will decide to do in regards to its borders. It could be a fast or slow process and one never really knows what the government will decide when it decides. I am fully aware of this but again (cue my anxiety). Hopefully, your not as strung out as I am aside from this there are some things we can do to keep ourselves busy and from going insane with worry.
Now everyone may not be as fortunate as I am to be able to continue my job online. Some schools in China have resumed sending their students back to school so this may not be feasible for some. I myself know several teachers who have lost their jobs due to being locked out and not being able to return to their school or place of employment. With the current climate and many students still not being able to return school yet teaching online can still be an option. This virus has also taught us that many jobs can be performed online. There is the option of doing other online work.
I routinely try to stay connected (and low key stalk) my friends overseas as well as my WeChat groups/communities. This is in part of hoping to get any gleam of new information of any changes in regards to the border situation, but also to still feel apart of a community that I have and surely you have probably grown very attached to. Its also nice to see how my friends are handling the pandemic overseas and seeing how life is functioning through the pandemic with implementing new guidelines and new practices, which will definitely carry on in the future. It’s a bit of a snippet of what will most likely be the new normal.
It is important to keep in mind that this could go on for an extended period. You may have had to give up your job and apartment and that once valid visa may expire. Though we may have an intent to return to our lives that has been disrupted that may not be feasible for some time. It will be good to figure out a plan of action in the meantime. Weigh all your options, try to look at this as a chance to reflect on your overall plans and goals for your future. Of course, this is easier said than done. Try to reflect and redirect can be difficult but it can also be an opportunity for clarity and personal growth.
As an optimist, I hope for the return of some normalcy to our former way of life foreign expat or not. This virus has added stress and uncertainty, and though we become a bit more knowledgeable about the virus more questions and problems are raised. Mass unemployment, economies shrinking. How do we begin to move forward with everyday life while trying to be conscious of public health and safety? Though these times are trying and challenging. I hope that this situation is taken as a learning opportunity around the world for a better future.
It’s that time of year again, and my deepest apologies for being terribly late, (just call me the white rabbit, as I anxiously rush down my dark hole to unguided misadventures, but more on that later. ) I would just like to start by congratulating you on our success for making it another year. I know it was hard and painful, there were days were you may have felt hopeless, did not even wish to get out of your bed, and even may have questioned on a daily basis “what am I doing and what’s the point.” But despite all of that your here and so am I and that’s something to be proud of. So here’s to you.
It is finally upon us May 1st or as most of us in modern times know as May Day. This is a time where people are yeling and marching through the streets hoping to bring about talks of change and social justice. And let me be clear while men and women are parading through the streets weather it be for immigrants, democracy or basic human rights. I will be having a few additional thoughts of my own that may not cross your mind, and not so much as a thought but a word and that word is awarness. May 1st. will also be sparking the beginning of mental illness awarness month. Now for the time being that may consist of just me having a one woman parade which is ok, but just maybe,just maybe someone will here my call.
I walk aimlessly through the darkness with not a care in the world. I walk looking up towards the sky as music travels through the extended arm of my phone to my ear canal in an attempt to blast away any outside thoughts, noises or even the presence of others.
Oblivious to the world I am …..
Without noticing the large dark colored vehicle following me ever so closely it would seem. It must have been tailing me because it knew exactly where to strike.
BAM before I could ever react…. it hit me.
The only thing I felt was my body lying there in complete darkness, motionless the only thing I could feel was the tears well up in my eyes and roll down past my cheeks.Then I think how did I get here again in the same position I have found myself several times. I guess if I could figure that out I would be able to dodge this a lot better. Then again how would anyone dodge something which has attached itself so effectively and lies in wait ready to strike. But maybe the lesson here is not to but how to get back up when you have fallen.
How many of you are morning people and how many of us are not?…… in some instances I’m sure we have all those day where your hand instinctively finds the snooze button or we are just loozing at time go by counting down how long we can stay in bed with still enough time to get ready for the day.Well this particular morning my body was willing and ready to depart for the day’s agenda, but the mind, in refrence to mine, was not so ready to proceed forward. I felt my body remobing itself from my bed and extend my hand towards the door but then I paused, not quite sure why I was not ready to walk out my room door. Without even thinking I went to my music, my handy assesory always near me ready and willing to calm and ease my mind. Putting in my ear buds and turning the volume as loud as it would go hoping to block and drown out any ills that would be waiting for an opportunity to penetrate my defenses. Well on this day I have to concede that somewhere their was a flaw in my defense because something had broken through. It obviously was very powerful and as I paced back and forth around my room I began to feel to the salty liquid stream from my eyes down my cheeks. It became so intense that I had to sit back down and before I knew it I was back in bed.
What on earth had happened? Why was I feeling this way very odd and what was I thinking about. As I began to delve depper into my thoughts I saw myself ,or maybe just a figure who represeneed me, be the only thing I could see…well feel was loss….
What had I or” she” loss was it people, things, emotions. How did we feel about this were we happy, sad, confused? Would we be ok? All these questions and I had no answers. Almost like walking through a dark forest and not knowing where to go because well we were…..
Lost.
But it didn’t stay that way the river from my eyes slowly but surely began to dry up as it finished running it’s course. I was able to see a little more clearly that despite this happening it was going to be okay she as well as I were going to be fine. Because sometimes we got lost or lose things or lose people for something that cause for people or things to not be seen, it has a way of finding us and knocking us down. Fortunately by the end of my interaction with loss (it now being nearly an hour later I was able to finally get up and walk out of my bedroom door and start the day. And yes it is still a bit baffling to know where you are going to all of a sudden stopping and not realizing what to do next. I do know that acceptance and recognition of my plight as they come brings me one step closer to getting tho where I need to be.
“Whose was looking out for you she said.” I looked at her perplexed, as i tilted my head to the side and after a quick thought all I could do was shrug and state” I don’t know.” But why did someone need to lookout for me anyway I was in a safe and comfortable place, a place I choose to settle in because I knew it was safe and secure or maybe when you’re just choosing to settle with something it only looks that way. Besides when you have no one and only lookout for yourself that’s selfish is it not. I was not given any indication that i was in any danger was i not? I was simply told repeatedly “we are all a team and it takes teamwork, it takes communicating and compromising with one another everyone has their role and position to play.” Well that must be it, the reason why I am where I am on the outside looking in and no longer out. I didn’t play up to my role or position, I was supposed to be the lookout and I stumbled continously till I fell. I wasn’t a team player nor the excellent communicator to be apart of the team. So I have my answer for her, when she ask again who was looking out for you I can say “me, myself, I.” It was I who was supposed to be the lookout ,the one who would sheild all obstacles and opposition from and unfortunately my dear I was not very good at it.
Now you say “that’s a little harsh…..Maybe but hey that’s how I feel and I’m sure their are plenty who would agree.2016 pretty much sucked and folks are pretty glad she is no more.
I too can voice some minor grievences, getting my tires slashed (not four just three yay ) working in a toxic environment, losing my job, completing another year of the single life and still lacking clear direction in my life I say things in 2016 wasn’t so bad.Uhhh yeah…….good times.I will say I was able to finally start this blog who knows when that would have happen had I not lost my job. I guess at the end of it all even I have to say that despite all the b.s. which has gone down the past year that there is still some part of me that actually wants to continue on into the unknown of 2017. Looking back thats one of the constant occurrences of depression the up and down. Let’s just hope that 2017 is the part of the roller-coaster that will be climbing up.
Were are slowly rolling past the holidays and ad much as I love this time of the year which is filled with good food,family and friends it seems I wish for them to roll along a bit faster. Now of course this is very much not me especially this time of year.I also must concluded that this is contributed due to my green satin condition, not only have I lost holiday spirit but the happiness spirit and as of now I’m desperately trying to hold on to my contentment spirit.
If I had the option for my own “Christmas carol” I probably wait up for the spirits with tea and cookies instead of shooing them away,but I am left to deal with myself and my own devices.And to an extent it’s expected given the whole winter months thing and lack of sunlight. I am just in one of those moods where I want to enjoy all that’s around me so bad and just can’t seem too. And God knows I do what I can to pull myself out had some good food did a little after Christmas retail therapy, I’m afraid only temporary fixes.It seems that sometimes the best solution to my problem is just simple patience….
Darn why does it have to be a virtue.It really starting to suck.Oh well guess good things come to those who wait. For any out there reading any suggestions on the waiting to I’m all eyes.
Well I finally come to the final piece of my law attracting journey, and out of the three separate experiences I feel this situation, which has had the most impact on me, seems to be the least amount of what needs to be said or least amount of what I have to say.
Well………regardless here I go.
So after submitting my request to be transferred because their was no way I felt confident enough to do another year possibly with my “favorite lead/co-teacher” and generally I wasn’t to keen on how things were being run, later we learned that unexpectedly the Center director was being transferred to another site. I think back I think maybe I should have stayed since we would be getting another director, maybe things would be better now, but how could I know at the time. Anyway I had received my transfer to a near by center not to far. After meeting the staff everyone seemed generally nice and welcoming. With this change came another major change in the form of a new center director. Now she had been with the agency for some years prior as a fellow teacher as well as been a center director at another school, but now she was back to take on a new challenge of being the director for the coming school year. So yeah the job wasn’t exactly brand new to here but definitely would be a change and possibly have some challenges. As for me and my fellow co-workers we were quite unsure of how things would be with a different person in charge.
Even before the school year began prior to this I had already felt a pull to move on to something else. The motivation and excitement of the job was being slowly drained from me and this isn’t an uncommon system for teachers whom have begin to settle in, in a stressful or tense environment. Nonetheless I told myself maybe I will stick it out for another year, but before the next school year hits I will need to say my goodbyes. With that declared I began to simply just buckle down and push through it. Initially things seem to move along steadily nothing too major, just a new combination of staff feeling each other out and getting to know each others work style. Some of the other teachers and I did have some minor concerns with some of the decisions which were affecting us, we were being delayed in recieving our classroom assignments, this made it very difficult to set up brand new classrooms which would function best for the teacher. We also shard some concerns that our new director had a very defensive personality which did not always make her the most agreeable.Despite the daily tension we felt we pushed on.
After a couple months, then ce the morning which set in the countdown to my final moments as teacher.This particular morning we were very short staff on top of this it seems the kids just keep pouring in which would push us to be over capacity and over state regulated teacher to child ratio.With this another teacher decides to split the groups into another classroom.A while later our director finally shows up unfortunately she is not happy about the pressent situation we were in. Words were exchanged between the teacher and director as well as anamosity as far as I could see. A little while later I contact our superior(manager) expressing my concern and the fact that I was uncomfortable speaking with my director, in hindsight this apparently was a grave mistake. Our superior talks with all parties and apprently the situation is cleared up, with our director in a later staff meetind directing that please feel free to talk to her at anytime, or if not talk with the manager.After this I was under the impression that there is nothing elserious to worry about, well I was wrong.
For the next few weeks I was given the courtesy of experiencing every nag, complaint and reprimand for every single action I preformed in. I was either to early or late, not communicating at all or not the right way, not informing her of things when I was or not being prepared enough with the parents when told to do things together. I apparently could do absolutely nothing right.
Well I had apparently thought about moving on and I was finally going to be getting my wish, a little earlier than expected it would seem.Translation I was fired not to long after that. It wasn’t very surprising it was obvious I was not in my boss’s fan club and I was sure I was ready to leave soon I guess the universe decide to pull me in that direction a bit Donner than I expected. But hey that’s life or the law I should say you ….life puts out what you put in. I some how manage to attract negative things about myself in the form of others insecurity, lack of motivation and probably a horde of other things even though I see it as a learning experience when life is givin you a hard time she has her moments where she unexpectedly push’s you where you need to be.
Hello again I’m back and sorry for the delay, well know let me just jump right in eyes closed I to the next phase of my journey of attraction. And I say jumping in eyes closed because that is exactly what the environment was like when I was transferred to my new site. If this site was shooting to be the all star champs of best most organised,productive and efficient center they were doing a wonderful job modeling on everything you SHOULD NOT DO. Now granted I did not claim to have all the answers and nor was I in a position to really shed light on the various problems plaguing the center, but it was very easy to see that there was some major changes needed.
Well not that we have set up the climate of the environment lets get to the craziness of my oh so moody, bipolorish ,”what the hell is wrong with her now” lead teacher.
Well let’s get started I was transferred to a new center to take up a new position. Now grant it I miss my old site but I am excited for new opportunities. Upon arrival I am placed in one of three classrooms with another new teacher who had only been there a few months. Now this seems fine even though I was under the impression that I was going into a recently opened classroom. Aside from this it seems that the classroom I was supposed to be in was being ran solely by two teacher’s assistants. Again this is somewhat weird, but probably not as weird as having the two most experienced teachers in this part of the center in the same room. This whole arrangement goes on for a couple months, till I finally moved to my rightful room, though what I was not expecting is for the lead teacher in our department to be following me, now was it at the suggesting of the director or was it what she told me she wanted in order to help the new teacher, who knows not surprisingly the truth is irrelevant here just as it will be in the rest of this story. As I tell you for the next 8 months was filled with me constantly having a “wtf” face. No one was on a routine schedule for breaks or lunches, the classroom functioned on a shakey routine and when I dare to to voice and create a said schedule and guidelines for more order I was thoroughly ignored. When voicing that some of the teachers getting to set their own schedule and other teachers being like ft with what was left I simply received a shrug of uncertainty. Well after many failed attempts I simply just refused to voice anything anymore what was the point.So that’s what I did, of course this did not really make things any better but what can you do.My situation became worse when I find my self doing majority of the classroom paperwork, lesson plans, observations,follow ups, and with so little work she did it always baffled me as to why she was never able to finish a lesson plan on time. Now if their was anything that she managed to be good at was apparently the use of imagination. That is about the only conclusion I could dramas to why she seemed to be so oblivious or blind to this unequal distribution of work.
With all of this I felt very powerless to say anything did I believe I would be heared. I mean this was the lead teacher who been here nearly a decade and me just a few months. In addition to all of this somehow she manage to exploit every minor infraction I committed now of course I never brought up her shortcomings because foolishly I hate to throw someone under the bus or be a tattler.I often had to ask myself was this necessary to make me look bad,make her look better especially given she was very much lacking in some areas of the job.
Fortunately i was able to make it through the year battered but not beaten. And I can say that I have taken some hard lessons with me.Looking back I have hard to learn to not try to take things personally and that another’s actions don’t have much reflection on me but themselves.I also have had to learn and work to believe that I do have a right to stand up for myself and that I deserve to be treated respectfully and kindly.Unfortunately yet again my attractiveness does not have here but will be surely coming to a close.
An ode to you which has comforted me in many trouble times.
Now when it comes to The Law of Attraction I never gave much thought about it outside of being nice and considerate to others in hopes of receiving that in return. “The Golden rule of treat others how you want to be treat.” Alright, got it, good.
After some reflecting I realize that I functioned on this same principle without truly realizing it at my last place of employment.Unfortunately for me I was not operating on a very positive quality.
That being the oh so tiny monkey on my back……
Insecurity.
Insecurity . ……..the old foundation rocking, core shattering, if doubt was a dagger I would be dead.
Yes I hate to admit but for some reason my insecurities seems to attract the insecurities of others. Now I find this a bit strange and somewhat unfathomable, but I seem to find no other explanation for thesending 3 particular situations I have encountered this past year.Starting with predicament 0ne.
My last job I worked as a preschool teacher yeah I know yikes…….right,no I promise you it has its rewards and at the end of it all the children are precious. Often what comes with this job is the occasional troublesome child.For the first few weeks of school me and the other teachers work with him, continously have meetings with the parents,directors, and specialist, and even went as far as putting me as his personal shadow to curb any potential conflicts. Despite all of this I still found some place in my heart in feeling attachment for this child and his heartfelt smile. One day I observe my boss bring over another teacher to interact with him I found this strange so I asked very curiously did this mean he would be transferring out of my class, which eventually he was.I was disappointed with this, but if it helped him I was all for it. Here’s were the problem occurred, later my boss informs me that this question upset her and she felt that I was happy or relieved he was going to be another teachers problem.Of course this completely throws me because I felt nothing but the opposite, but aside from this I discovered after some reflecting there was most likely a deeper issue in that asking this question my boss felt disrespected and felt her decisions were being questioned. Of course this was never brought to my attention and maybe im making this more than what it was (hey it’s kinda what i do) therefore I eventually let it go and I presumed she did as well fortunate for us our working relationship did not seem to take on any significant damage which in hindsight I am very grateful for. Unfortunately this story does not end, and neither does the attraction of insecurities in fact they follow me to a new position,new site and new coworkers.
While in my head as thoughts race back and forth, up, down and sideways this quote pops up out of nowhere which gets me thinking even more. Thinking is something I constantly do all day, everyday, real things, imaginary things, made up things, things from ten years ago just obsessing and obsessing. I guess that’s just Anxiety disorder for ya lol. Oh yeah I forgot to mention Anxiety is another one of my green satin accessorized ailments, which is really a convoluted way of saying your mind constantly likes to make things up and make you believe they are real.
So…let me get back to the real…..Descartes, french philosopher, basically he was stating that we are humans can not doubt our existence because because an ability to doubt, shows a level of thought (what I say brain activity) proves their is an entity of some sort (humans) able to conduct the thinking process. Alright cool……don’t believe I ever doubted my existence maybe regretted, grieved or disapprove but doubt no. Really what I was thinking, if the act of thinking is what proves who I am, then I must need to worry about believing I am what I think of myself. This brings us right back to one of the major issues of a person with anxiety faces,……………can you think of anything
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yup you guess it,
Thinkiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnngggggggggggg
exclamation point !
Now lets see if I take what I think now, I would describe myself as crazy, delusional, unstable, insecure, irrational, disoriented, smart,naive, compassionate, but a smart ass, welcoming, but standoffish, tolerant but elusive and a laundry list of other things that I am to lazy to list. Anyways what I’m trying to say is their is a slight, but large issue with me which pertain to my thoughts, mostly when it comes to myself.
sigh : (
oh what to do. besides taking meds to settle brain activity ……..but I digress. If there is something that I have realized that my thinking, our thinking, has a profound impact on how we function day to day. Now I won’t lie, (well i could but that’s not very nice) that to change one’s thinking can be challenging but it is possible, one thought at a time. I say take what Rene says relish in your own existence, because the alternative is “to not think therefore you are not,”(that’s weird). Realize that we exist and continue to for some reason at the minimum at least one. And since zero has no value I going to go and say one is a good place to start.
I have depression. Yes I can see that is a pretty abrasive opening, especially for my first ever blog post, my apologies. Hello there, and nice to meet you, some people, not most call me Rose, and meeting me you most likely wouldn’t be able to tell that I suffer from such a …….,how do I say, damaging, rollercoasting, tornado of an illness.
I will say I manage it day by day with some days feeling like I have a pretty tight lid on it and at other moments it overwhelming. Despite the lows, the meds, and treacherous thoughts I am still here. It is very scary sometimes falling into those dark places ,not knowing how long or if I will be able to crawl my self out, but somehow everyday I manage too and you know what…….
so can you. As unbelievable that may sound I want and need you to know its true.
Now you probably already have noticed that this site is named for the green ribbon. You may or may not know that it is the chosen ribbon color to represent mental Illness. Now those two words MENTAL ILLNESS!! OMG!!STFD!!, and any other emoji you come up with is saddled with a very large stigma of being labeled as hmmmm…….
crazy……………………. Yes, very frightening stuff, but it doesn’t have to be. The human brain is a very complex organ and takes a bit of time and patience to fully understand. It seems kind of impossible to not have some road bumps along the way. And that just what it is, a bump, a small infraction in our life long journey. And weather you suffer or know someone who suffers from such an illness, I ask that you walk side by side with them in this journey of life as they battle this illness. And if you got a minute to spare I say drop in to walk with me too. I look forward to it.
Sometimes we are not always able to see the light at the end of the tunnel, but when you travel through that dark place with others it is not so lonely.
One day out of now where it all came crashing down around me. What do I do? Where do I go? Who to turn to? How will I go on? Being saddled with Depression is like having my own personal rain cloud following me around everyday, every hour, every minute, every second. The over flowing of words and thoughts constantly swirling through my head, filling me up till my head nearly burst. Here I hope “will a blank page provide an outlet, a needed space to spill out the thoughts, feelings and anguish or will it continue to make me feel constrained till it suffocate’s me like a ribbon pulled around my neck.