tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23223111457987482642011-07-28T15:33:32.837-04:00The search to understand and love my place in this Universe, on the planet, my little local sphere, and my relationships with those I encounter in all these places.Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13275584099947927815noreply@blogger.comBlogger451100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322311145798748264.post-28687837176971535802011-07-23T03:55:00.000-04:002011-07-23T03:55:18.271-04:00

This was my day... and why I am up at  2:11 AM. It’s been almost 3 years since we lost our last home.  How many “homes” have we had?  Tonight it feels like none.  In reality, the places have been like, thirty.  They all string in together – with an occasional, short-lived, happy memory somewhere in the background. I don’t know what’s right or wrong anymore.  I only know I hurt like hell.  There

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Sometimes I receive what I feel to be "inspired writings".  I haven't taken the time to explain my experiences with that fully here yet, but I will speak more of it in the future.  Yesterday morning the following came from me so quickly, with such ease, that I can only call it inspired.  I'll have more to say later. _______________________________________________________ The Second Coming of

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I'm back home now after visiting with Frank a while.  Well, in the trailer that we rent.  Alone and lonely again.  The emptiness and four walls closed in pretty quickly.  I'm thinking about moving back to more familiar territory.  Not that that will make a huge difference, but it's something to think about. Unfortunately, that thinking led to confusion and anxiety. Wound up tight, my emotions

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Everywhere I turn, it's No.  Can't do that, won't work, invisible wall, brick wall, stop sign. There's an alternative, a solution, for every problem they say.  The problem for me seems to be that for each alternative there is a reason it won't work, can't work, isn't the right time, or I simply don't have the ability. I'm stuck - have been stuck - for almost 10 years now - staring at walls and

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Go, then, and live these truths . . . that you may spread the joy, feel it in your heart, and know it in your mind. - Friendship With God by Neale Donald Walsch Something good comes of everything, they say; and sometimes it takes crisis to bring about good.  I often speak from generalized sayings, expressions, and cliches, I know.  But the more I experience life and contemplate its mysteries

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Recently I watched the movie Invictus which starred Morgan Freeman as Nelson Mandela.  Mandela spent almost 30 years in a South African prison, a victim of the oppression of apartheid.  While in prison,Mr. Mandela lived the expression: "though you chain my body, you cannot control my mind and soul". In the movie Mandela relates that when times were the worst, threatening to bring him to his

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If I could tell the world just one thing It would beWe're all okayAnd not to worry 'cause worry is wasteful in times like these The above is a lyric from the song "Hands" on Jewel's CD entitled Spirit. I love Jewel's lyrics - which do shine with Spirit - expressing aspects of us all that I often contemplate - those places where we are wonderfully different and then again, those where we are

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Do you feel the eyes of the judgmental world upon you?  I know I always have.  It's a very large part of "my insecurity".  I was embarrassed about what I looked like and areas where I was "inept".  I didn't measure up... People used to say:  "You shouldn't feel like that".  But I did.  Eventually I came to own it, I wore it,  like a thing.   It came to define me, more and more, as others saw it

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Happy Mother's Day! It's 6:40 AM.  I don't have much time.  I'm headed for New Hampshire to share a Mother's Day meal with my Mom and Dad.  A three hour trip, and it's SNOWING!  May 9th... only in Vermont!  Gotta love it.... I haven't seen Mom in two years.  Very strange.  Her love is unconditional.  Always has been.  I was the one that broke the bond, created the "issue". It's time... way

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This evening I've spent almost an hour in quiet contemplation of what I might next post here.  I decided it would be how wonderful that feels, to have come to a place where I can slowly and calmly contemplate life (or anything!) In 1982, I began college.  I had three babies at the time.  Patrick was 4, Bethany 2 1/2, and Neil one.  One morning as I prepared to leave, my niece (who babysat)

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Hello Everyone!! In the month since I've last posted, life has been.... hmmmm.. Interesting shall we say :)  There's been much transition and much introspection... often good.. sometimes uncomfortable... The uncomfortable is not something I wish to focus on any longer.... at least not here.  When it is necessary, or seems to grab me, I'm working on it, and I'm releasing the fear associated with

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Yesterday I watched the movie "The Blind Side" with Sandra Bullock. It's not just a feel good movie. We have so much coming at us every day of our life. The interactions, the images, the voices and expressions can bombard us with so much negative. What I'm referring to is the News, media, internet, movies. I don't watch the news when Frank is away working. Not doing so releases me from some

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When we are ill our most urgent need is release from pain.  Friends, nurses, and our mothers have always known this and are quick to respond.  In today's world we have all kinds of medications, treatments, and procedures meant to "heal".  A true "healer" recognizes that the most desperate need underlying the pain is the need for the comfort of love and compassion. Part of what I've been trying

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March 3, 2010This morning I was given eyes to see my story, the story.  I decided to work with the Cayce ARE course on Finding Your Life Purpose.  This morning the narrative and work were about recognizing your positive talents. The 1st exercise was a guided imagery where you think of people you admire, consider why you admire them, and then through “positive projection” recognize that the

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Thank you, Every Color.  I needed to hear that tonight.  Thank you, PJ, for always being there.  Thank you John, for the smiles and the hello's. Each time I have a strong emotional swing I am embarrassed for the behavior.  I've always known that much of my troubles is emotional, though the mental health community talks of the neurological aspects today... and that does give some comfort.  No, I

Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13275584099947927815noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322311145798748264.post-41784326741405337612010-02-13T14:07:00.002-05:002010-02-13T14:26:47.319-05:00

Just an update for friends who care or want to know… Two weeks ago I was feeling good, in “intellectual” mode, went for various testing regarding physical health, feeling I could work towards “recovery” (whatever that means), and perhaps even begin volunteering somewhere. Out of the blue I turned a 180….  All of a sudden thought (and felt):  “I can’t do this!” (Like ‘what the hell was I

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Last week, in his State of the Union Address, President Obama spoke of the anger that the American people are feeling right now.  He said (paraphrased) “they are afraid for their lives and their livelihood.  They are frustrated because they continue to ask for, vote for change and get instead the same status quo of immovable personal interests, and end up feeling they are not being heard.  Fear

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Our society hates whiners.  We are told from most every aspect of our lives to stop whining and complaining, to pull ourselves up by our bootstraps and get moving. It is very rare that I feel comfortable or confident when writing my posts.  They can take me hours/days to do.  Quite often I get part way through a post and find myself so conflicted that I don’t finish.  Sometimes I don’t begin.

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Hello Friends, Yes, I’m still here.  Where else would I be?  I’m sorry that my blog entries end up being more like a long newsletter when I wait so long to post.  The darn fatigue and discouragement are still doing what they do – keeping me from doing what I want to do.  Today I’m a little optimistic in a few areas and (as happens with me) the ideas seem to relate to more than one issue in my

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This post will be short.  And Very Serious.  Please open your eyes and your heart.  Watch the presentation that I link below. Its a powerful and heart-wrenching story.  I ask you once again to help make some changes to the Health Care System in this country.  Talk to others.  Stop the stigma.  Write your Congressmen. Please watch:  He's My Son  .  Please be patient, it takes a while to load. I

Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13275584099947927815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322311145798748264.post-74670337293425122772010-01-06T21:17:00.002-05:002010-01-06T21:30:42.505-05:00

I have a Doctor's appointment on Jan. 27th.   In some respects I can't wait to get there, given that I've been waiting since September and haven't seen a doctor in at least a couple years.  When I think of it, there's a small amount of hope - but there's an awful lot of fear and dread.  I get very scared when I'm experiencing what I assume are heart related issues - coughing, tight chest,

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Recently a Facebook friend commented that she had named a pet "Faith", because, she said, she needed to remind herself that "I gotta have faith".  Whenever I contemplate faith it is usually includes an idea taken from "A Course In Miracles".  The idea often helps me to turn around a fearful or discouraged attitude and start again with a renewed effort to look at the world in a positive way. Yes,

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This is my fourth attempt in as many days to get a post out.  There are three unfinished posts sitting on my "dashboard".  For some reason the issues I face are keeping me from getting them done.  I guess I'm going to just highlight them here, because each is important to me.  I do hope I can get each of them completed at some point.... Post One:  I promised in my last post to speak of websites

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It's 3 AM, I must be lonely..... That's a line from the Matchbox 20 song (aptly titled) "3 AM".  Actually I'm not lonely, but it is 3 AM. There have been nights when it was apropos, when it haunted me, but not tonight. Tonight my mind is just full, swimming with fragments garnered from two days worth of watching videos, reading websites and blogs, considering the theories and opinions of

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Dear Friends,Today I finally remembered to address the problem that was preventing me from posting my story on the Bring Change 2 Mind website. Emily from that site was a wonderful help, and I was able to post my story.This evening I went back to see if there were any comments that I should respond to. While there I read some of the other stories of consumers, friends, and family with mental

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Hello Friends,Oh my goodness, what a week it's been! It's had a lot of activity (for me, anyway) and I'm not sure how I feel about that! Good, I guess... and that is different :)I guess it feels strange because my emotions have been on a roller coaster. The "norm" for me for quite a while had been just self imposed numbness, so that I didn't have to feel anything.Sometimes the world still

Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13275584099947927815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322311145798748264.post-54715747097392231682009-11-29T20:01:00.004-05:002009-11-29T20:26:58.229-05:00

So often you hear it said: "Don't take it personally, it's only business." I've got to say I've never understood that statement. Seriously. I'm asking the question here... How can you NOT take something personally, if it is directed at or affects you in a negative manner? What other way is there to take it? I am a PERSON - deserving to be dealt with in a respectable and honorable manner

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In my last post I mentioned that I would like to have my blog be more uplifting. I would like more of my blog posts to be about the Goodness of Life.I used to do that, you know. I used to have a website that was entirely inspirational. I filled that site with quotes, famous people, poems, books, music, and my own musings about all things GOOD - even my thoughts on God, the Universe, Truth.A

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"The Edge" for a while now has been not being able to sleep at night. It's now 12:42 AM; I'm up after more than an hour of tossing and turning, with no sleep in sight. It's like that most nights.I haven't written for a while. I'm kinda sick of me, and figure others must be too. I don't want to write what my life is like. I want to think pleasant thoughts and have something positive and

Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13275584099947927815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322311145798748264.post-88586139731701753602009-11-20T20:56:00.007-05:002009-11-20T21:52:38.840-05:00

Today I thought I would give you a post that is uplifting and inspiring. "Today I met God." was spoken by four year old Akiane to her mother one morning. Have you heard of Akaine? I hadn't, until a short while ago. I may be behind. Akaine, now a young lady in her twenties, has had many television appearances, including on Oprah and has been featured in magazines such as Time.Since that day

Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13275584099947927815noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322311145798748264.post-44310368885326777272009-11-17T23:21:00.006-05:002009-11-18T02:46:48.537-05:00

The other day my good friend PJ asked in her blog the question What are you Thankful for? , as we often do this time of year. When I went back to get the above link, I read a number of great replies that were both inspiring and uplifting. Thank you, PJ, for asking the question. I encourage you to check it out, and perhaps offer your own. No matter how often we do it, giving thanks for our

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You don't always get to have the dream. I wish someone had told me that.... Or that I had understood it, if they did. That's why it's a dream. They don't tell you: Go after your dream but don't have the expectation that you'll get it. Living more for the dream than for the folks in your life is what leads to hurt and shattered lives.Maybe that's why the ones who seem to attain their dreams

Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13275584099947927815noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322311145798748264.post-70896230375594756152009-11-14T20:07:00.005-05:002009-11-14T20:48:10.029-05:00

This evening I tried to post "My Story" on the Bring Change 2 Mind website. I wasn't able to because it wouldn't let me "register" for some reason.However, I did receive a nice comment from Miriam after posting on their message board there. So, I thought I would post here what I had written. The questions are those asked at Bring Change 2 Mind.When did you know you had a mental illness?I never

Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13275584099947927815noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322311145798748264.post-24246269603605911282009-11-12T22:18:00.005-05:002009-11-13T20:58:20.190-05:00

Amber Osterhout, blogger and artist of Gaining Insight posted info today on NAMI's "In Our Own Voice" campaign. This is a program where those in recovery give presentations to share their experience of recovery.After reading it, insecurity enveloped me and my heart sank. I wondered, again, why I'm doing this blog, and if it serves any purpose.The insecurity made me feel that I'm an ignorant

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I'd like to say Thank You to those who've visited my blog and made comments both here and on the Minds on the Edge page on Facebook. I appreciate your thoughts, concerns, offers for help."Help" is part of what I'd like to address in this post. Also, to state again the intention of my blog. My blog is intended to let others know what it is like to live with "Mental Illness" and the struggles

Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13275584099947927815noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322311145798748264.post-88777948149276862002009-11-10T16:18:00.002-05:002009-11-10T16:27:47.205-05:00

Hey Folks...Thanks to those who have started coming by...I'm in a down cycle right now... having a few days of depression and despondency...I'm trying to get back... but can't seem to put it together...Give me a few days please? It should pass.... usually does.... in a few

Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13275584099947927815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322311145798748264.post-51152418863878237142009-11-06T20:32:00.002-05:002009-11-06T22:13:43.913-05:00

If you read the last post, you know Wednesday was pretty stressful for me, pushed quite a few of my buttons, and left me numb.On Thursday, Frank had to check on a job. He couldn't drive himself, so I did the driving for another two hour trip. No big deal. Okay, so we're both a little tired and strained from yesterday, but whatever.... We get to the job site and the contractor was not there,

Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13275584099947927815noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322311145798748264.post-41675622269220338162009-11-06T14:21:00.003-05:002009-11-06T16:26:52.739-05:00

One of the symptoms or "indicators" of PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder) is low tolerance for stress, or as others might call it, lack of patience and a quickness to anger. I guess Psychiatrists and Counselors recognize it as a symptom but the rest of the world sees you as strange, weird, or just plain bad. You're not supposed to get angry; not with your family and especially not with the

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So tomorrow I take Frank to Dartmouth for a heart catheter procedure. If all goes well, it should only take an hour. They just want to check out how much damage was done to his heart, and if he has any blockage. A typical procedure nowadays I guess, so not to worry... I'm trying not to...It's a couple hour drive for us. So there was the determining the route, just what exits to take, where

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It probably isn't good for me to write at night. I'm tired; emotionally and physically. So the writing probably tends to be a bit depressive. Actually I've been worrying tonight that my entire blog thus far is quite depressive, and who would want to read it?But that's part of the point of this blog; to be real, to not force myself to speak from a positive attitude when that attitude just isn't

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When my children were infants I changed their diapers, cradled them, and fed them at my breast. When Patrick broke his wrist, Beth placed her hand fully on a burning wood stove, and Neil broke a front tooth straight off, I jumped to the emergency and saw them through to recovery.Now that my daughter is an adult and I am sick with depression, anxiety and despondency; how do I help my beautiful

Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13275584099947927815noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322311145798748264.post-2488524996590328932009-10-15T09:05:00.005-04:002009-10-15T10:24:12.873-04:00

A bunch of things having been going through my mind the last couple days. So, I guess this post will be a mishmash of them. My emotional state has been one of sadness and worry, and trying to push myself through the tiredness and apathy.First, I want to say that I appreciate the Doctors, Nurses, Case Managers and all caregivers in the Medical and Mental Health Networks. My last post was about

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This post is the week in review with regard to my beautiful daughter Beth, who has Schizo-affective disorder. She also ended up at the Emergency Room last week, but unlike Frank (see my last post) the immediate "treatment" she received was very ineffective and close to non-existant.Beth will be 30 in November. We've been dealing with her illness since just before she turned 21, not all that

Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13275584099947927815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322311145798748264.post-2180831091872962062009-10-08T14:27:00.013-04:002009-10-09T08:46:47.359-04:00

So, last Friday I took Frank (hubby) to the Emergency Room. He'd been having trouble breathing when he laid down for a few days. He was thinking it was chest congestion from this seasonal time of year, but after 4 nights of his sitting up in a chair rather than sleep in bed, I decided to look further.It seemed more than just congestion to me. He was really struggling to get air and very fitful

Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13275584099947927815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322311145798748264.post-26148861954104891602009-10-07T21:39:00.008-04:002009-11-02T19:04:13.109-05:00

I watched a show last night on a subject that has impacted my life for quite some time: Mental Illness. The show was titled: "Minds on the Edge". It can be seen on PBS stations or at their website: Mindsontheedge.org devoted to the subject.I have "suffered" with debilitating anxiety and depression my entire life. My daughter was diagnosed with schizo-affective disorder nine years ago. The

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