Five Positive Affirmations: December

Original Post by “Happy Mentality” – Have to love the positive vibes!

Happy Mentality

I am a great believer in the power of positivity.

I think my Dad instilled this in me over the years as he struggled with anxiety and it really worked for him.

Positive affirmations. A statement you may say to yourself in order to relieve stress and enable you to get through a stressful situation. A positive affirmation may help you to overcome negative and self-sabotaging thoughts.

And the best news? They are easy to remember and easily adaptable.

  1. I am in charge of how I feel, and today I choose happiness.

Often I feel like my emotions control me. So it helps to remind myself that I’m in control of my feelings.insp0423

2. I am enough

It sometimes feels like I must constantly improve myself to prove my worth to everyone I meet. As a high achiever I have a competitive streak that can make life a competition with…

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Daily Prompt: Degree ~Surviving Life~

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First Impressions — How to Set the Stage for Success.  Waiting room "bragging wall" of diplomas

I may not have a wall dedicated to proudly display my Bachelor, Masters or Doctorate Degrees, for all the world to see and admire.

My graduation cap ❤️ Less than 48 hours until I have that Masters Degree!

However, I do deserve a degree in surviving life and all that it threw at me.


Dysfunctional upbringing
Alcoholic and Abusive Father figure
Date rape
Failed marriage
Ex-husbands sudden death
My own alcoholism
Being involved with a narcissist for seven years 
Suffering from severe depression
Attempted & failed suicide
A Complete mental break
Learn about Mental Illness in Family 
Become Homeless
Bipolar 2
Severe Depression
Anxiety & Panic Attacks
Post Traumatic Stress Disorder
Obsessive Compulsive Disorder
Transferred from Women’s Shelter to Transitional Housing
Isolation in order to survive
Begin a Blog
Share my story
Advocate and educate myself
Share my journey in order to help others with mental illness
Spread Mental Health Awareness like wildfire
Work on myself
For myself
Become stronger through daily affirmations
Practice daily meditation
Seek guidance through Therapy & Psychiatry
Fight the powers that be to keep me down
Approved for disability
Move out of transitional housing
Share a townhouse with my wonderful roommate
Have a new lease on life
Bought an older car
Continuously write about my journey
My journey of survival
Happy to feel happiness once again
Withinside of me  

a new day will always come. take comfort in this

I think I earned my degree in surviving life.
What do you think?
Then again, I know there are several more people that deserve this unseen degree that they rightfully deserve. 


Do You Know Your Shadow Side?

Original Post by Dr. Perry. Very interesting and insightful, definitely worth sharing with you.


By Dr. Perry, PhD

“Hello darkness, my old friend
I’ve come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence”
~Simon & Garfunkel

Like Dr. Jekyll and his evil shadow Mr. Hyde, most of us are completely unaware of the constant dark companion that dwells within us. Our shadow side, according to C.G. Jung, the celebrated swiss psychiatrist, is the dark side of our personality. It is an unconscious aspect of the personality of which we are not consciously aware. The shadow side is comprised of primitive and negative emotions. It resides within the deepest recess of our psyche, rarely seeing light. It is comprised of the least desirable aspects of our personality such as greed, envy, anger, rage, selfishness, power strivings, and sexual lust. These…

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Daily Prompt: Varnish ~ My Version of “The Wizard of Oz”

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  Love kills

The Tins man had forgotten to give the Tinman a heart, as the story goes.
One day he was in the forest chopping wood when it began to rain,
and his metal exterior became rusted and tarnished.
There, the Tinman remained frozen in place,
until one fine day, Dorothy and the Scarecrow happened upon him.
“Erl” the Tinman murmured from his rusted lips… “Erl.”
Scarecrow scratched his head when he questioned,
“Dorothy, who the hell is Earl??”
You see, the Scarecrow didn’t have a brain…
As Dorothy glanced around she saw the oil can sitting on a stump.
“He needs Oil!”, she exclaimed; “Hurry!”
They passed the oil can about, a squirt, squirt here and there,
applying oil to the Tinman’s mouth and limbs.
The Tinman then explained how he was built without a heart. 
 After the Tinman’s performance,
“We’re off to see the Wizard,  The Wonderful Wizzard of Oz!”
skipping their way down the yellow brick road.
Along the way, they came across the Cowardly Lion
They, of course, invited him along; 
Hell, couldn’t just leave the scaredy cat behind.
Skipping their way down the yellow brick road…
“We’re off to see The Wizard, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz!”
After fending off the Wicked Witch of the East, from beyod every corner,
they finally reached The Emerald City.
green                                                                                                                                                                                 More  A glorified Spa cleaned up their new guest in preparation for meeting The Wonderful Wizzard of Oz.  Dorothy and The Cowardly Lion had their hair curled up, The Scarecrow stuffed with new hay and the Tinman got buffed up with new varnish, to display a new shiny exterior of a man.
As Dorothy, Scarecrow, Tinman, and Cowardly Lion entered the hall in which the Wonderful Wizzard’s bulging, angry head danced upon the fire, he bellowed he would grant them their wishes, if only they killed off the Wicked Witch of The East, and bring back proof.  
As a kid, the Wicked Witch scared Liza Jane. She couldn't watch the movie until she was a teenager.
So, off they went down that damn yellow brick road once again singing, “We’re off the see the bitch that wicked old witch!”  
It wasn’t an easy task to beat flying monkeys and the troops at the gate, in fact, they all got cornered in a compromised place within the wicked old castle.  
Okay, this is where it gets a bit sketchy to me;  why was there a bucket of water on this landing?  I haven’t got a clue, but quick thinking struck when the Wicked Witch of The East set Scarecrow ablaze, Dorothy picked up the mystery bucket of water to put out the flames but hit the Wicked old witch as well.  There the Wicked Old Witch of The East scream out, “I’m melting! I’m melting!” 
“Yay!  The wicked old biddy was finally dead!”  They all sang out loud; as they pranced their way back to the Wizard of Oz to grant them all their wishes.
By now,  those damn ruby red slippers were forming blisters on Dorothy’s tired feet, as they scurried up the yellow stone cobble road. 
Dorothy's Ruby Slippers -"The Wizard of Oz", 1939.  °  They finally reach the Emerald City and Toto uncovers ‘The Myth, The Man’; that creepy old Wizzard that promised them that he would grant them their wishes.  Scarecrow got his degree, Tinman, a heart beating necklace, and Lion a medal of courage.  
Dorothy, on the other hand, was left to cry only wishing she could go home,  back to her Aunty Em, but the Wizard couldn’t perform his last wish.
Ah, the translucent bubble drifted downward from the skies above, and Glenda The Good Witch explained to her… “Silly little ninny, you were wearing these magic ruby red slippers after you killed off the Wicked Witch of the West, weren’t you even listening to me at the beginning of the movie?  You could have been out of here already, if only you listened back then.  All you have to do is click your heels, and repeat after me:  “There’s no place like home, there’s no place like home, and you’ll leave this colorful place, and return to the dust bowl you refer to as home.”
Dorothy then said her goodbyes to her traveling companions.  Scarecrow wished he didn’t have a brain to feel the pain, Lion balled his eyes out, and Tinman’s heart began to break and tarnish all over again.  She handed him his oil can and told him to pick up more WD-40, and lube up. 
Dorothy hugged them all goodbye, clicked her blistered feet encased in her ruby red slippers and repeatedly said;  “There’s no place like home, There’s no place like home” and she had awakened back in black and white with Aunty Em, and family surrounding her.   
 ¿Quién no recuerda la celebre frase "Toto, creo que ya no estamos en Kansas"? Expresión que da inicio a las aventuras que viven Dorothy y su perrito Toto en el clásico filme El Mago de Oz, cuando, ...

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~ Is This Week Almost Over Yet? ~

Peace, Love, and First Grade: 6 Ways to Re-energize This Spring!

Hello, All My Blogging Buddies!  Happy Friday Eve To Each & Every One of You!! 🙂

This has been a very trying week for me and I sincerely can’t wait for it to end already.  Here’s a quick week in review:
Monday – visit with my therapist, and literally fall to pieces over something that took place nearly three years ago on Christmas.  I hadn’t given it any thought about it since it happened, but “Hey!  Let’s fuck with this woman because everything was fine up until that day.”  I mean seriously?  
Tuesday – Still emotionally spent I hadn’t felt myself all day.  Later that evening, when it started to rain, I end up having a massive anxiety attack.  The damn thing was so bad, that nothing I learned seemed to calm me down.  That was embarrassing to me because here it is…  I’m always posting about mindfulness and meditation etc…  And, I couldn’t even get it together.  I ended up having to take a valium to calm myself down which is something I haven’t needed since my trip down to Florida back in July.
Wednesday – Woke up feeling so worn out and down, that I didn’t even bother to take a shower, and remained in my PJ’s all day long.  My whole body ached from the extreme tension I endured from the night before.  After writing, and reading post for most of the early part of the day, I decided to take a much-needed nap.  Only, to wake up feeling ill, and I mean the kind of ill that keeps you in the bathroom.  I read for a little while longer, then said to hell with it…  I went back to bed.
Thursday – Full intentions of going to my “Peace & Progress aka Anxiety Group”, but was back in the bathroom sick as all sin.  Immediately following that, I was on the phone contacting my doctor’s office for an appointment.  Thank God, they were able to get me in by 1pm.  
I called the group and explained what was happening to me, and the facilitator asked me several questions pertaining to “What brought the anxiety up?”  –  “I don’t know, I’ve been trying to self-analyze this all week.”  
When I went to get ready to visit the doctor, I peeled the sweated up T-shirt and PJ bottoms off of me in order to take a shower.  I must have had a fever to have been soaked.  I took one look in the mirror and saw that I resembled that of road kill.  “Hmmm, I doubt highly any man would want a night on the town with me.”
My roommate “JK” volunteered to take me to the doctors because I couldn’t even stand up straight by the time I made it downstairs.  “God Bless Her!”
I didn’t have to sit in the waiting room for more than 5 minutes when the nurse called me in to see my doctor.  Not many people like their personal practitioner, but I love mine.  He is a very kind man, with a great personality.   He asked what was happening, and of course, I filled him in on the week in review up to the point of sitting on the table.  
Yup!  It was determined what I had already thought I had.  Bronchitis.  “Lovely!  Does this come with a return receipt?”  –  He called in the medication right away and also stated that he wanted me to have blood work done.  – “I wasn’t feeling lousy enough, and now I get to become a human pin cushion.”
So, after all, was done, and the meds were picked up.  I asked if my roommate was up to stop at the diner on our way home. “My treat”, being that she helped me so much today.  We ended up both ordering breakfast at 3pm in the afternoon.  “Oh, heck…  You can have breakfast any time of the day.”
Since we returned home, I did a load of laundry to wash the sheets and my PJ’s.  I’ve been sitting here at my laptop drinking plenty of fluids and reading some amazing posts.  Some of which were so good they were worthy of reblogging.  
I have full intentions of relaxing tonight, and tomorrow to make sure this bronchitis is kicked out of my system.  I hope and pray that I don’t have another episode of anxiety between now and this upcoming Monday when I see my psychiatrist.  But, if I do, at least that appointment was made over a month and a half ago.
I hope that all of you have a pleasant Friday Eve and that you get your rest too.
Take Care & God Bless,
 Sick Snoopy. All get them Times? Some more than others? Sick Flu Bugs are Terrible. 
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My Mother Saved My Life

Original Post by James Edgar Skye “The Bipolar Writer” – I can honestly admit, this brought tears to my eyes because this is exactly how I feel towards my Mom. She saved my life too.
Such a moving post by James.

The Bipolar Writer

There has been one constant in my journey with Bipolar One disorder, and that is my mother. Since the day I was diagnosed she has been there for me fighting the fight that I should have been fighting all along.

She fought for me when I didn’t fight for myself.

I can’t imagine the pain that I put her through over the years. I tried once to figure out how many times in the last ten years that I hurt her. The hospital visits. The suicide attempts. When I decided to not eat most days. When I couldn’t get myself out of bed for weeks at a time. When I just ignored her or caused more problems than she deserved. When she would have to rush home almost weekly because I couldn’t handle life.

I lost track eventually.

How much it must have hurt her to see me not want to a…

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Unlock Me

Original Post by Tajasvi Kashyap “Light Behind The Cloud” Powerful poetry of protecting your heart.

Light Behind The Cloud ✨

My heart is locked and I’ve thrown away the key,
Oh, it’s somewhere buried deep inside of me,

Layers and layers you must peel,
To start comprehending what I feel,

But my heart is guarded, you cannot get in,
Till you break down the doors, you shall not win,

You huff and you puff but it’s not enough,
The good old wolf is not that tough,

Like the three little piggies protected themselves,
I’m shielding my heart by myself,

Impenetrable armor I wear on my chest,
You cannot get through though you try your best,

When my walls came down once, I did fall,
Now I’m just a broken doll,

So I will never let that happen again,
I’m starting from scratch with a brand new pen.

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