tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post3830287639653728530..comments2024-03-28T12:23:59.235-04:00Comments on Bless Our Hearts: UndeservingMs. Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-88855595943066385932016-07-27T20:23:12.398-04:002016-07-27T20:23:12.398-04:00You are not ridiculous or stupid, or incapable. Fa...You are not ridiculous or stupid, or incapable. Fangirling on you here, but you are mf-ing brave and true and real, and I love you and I've never met you.Ashleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-81330754770380014022016-07-27T20:02:30.522-04:002016-07-27T20:02:30.522-04:00Anxiety and depression infect and affect your whol...Anxiety and depression infect and affect your whole thinking . Such a good description Mary of it all. Mary you are beautiful and give so much to your family , friends and your blogging friends. Sending you a warm embrace xLeishahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10550858502158736036noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-81846979344267735102016-07-27T17:46:44.540-04:002016-07-27T17:46:44.540-04:00I can relate to so much of this post, and so many ...I can relate to so much of this post, and so many of comments too ... yes, Geel sounds cool.<br />I get that 5am stuff , I lay there paralysed with fear ... what have I done? what am I doing? where will this all end?<br />I've just been writing a post re the lists of I write of stuff that I intend to do/will do this year (last year/next year) I may as well call it "the big pile of shit that I can't manage"... I like that.<br />One thing, we are certainly not alone in this. <br />Sending love x<br />bugerlugs63https://www.blogger.com/profile/08598249255143939365noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-35274514677153735172016-07-27T16:09:31.240-04:002016-07-27T16:09:31.240-04:00Mary, I understand this intimately. I really do. Y...Mary, I understand this intimately. I really do. You're not alone. (I like the sound of Geel.) 37paddingtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12400464105403622384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-16882270386147112802016-07-27T15:57:58.352-04:002016-07-27T15:57:58.352-04:00I'm the same way, been that way all my life.
O...I'm the same way, been that way all my life.<br />On bad days, I say all the same things you do.<br />On good days, I say "you know what Liv? This is who you are, this is just you, not good, not bad, just you." And everything gets a little lighter. It's been a fucking hard road to even grasp this a little but it grows on me.<br />Your kids don't try to change you, Mary.<br />Glen doesn't try to change you. They accept you for who you are.<br />I wonder sometimes, why we try so hard to change ourselves. Why can't this part live at peace with all the other parts? Why does it have to go away? There is so much light in it, but because we tell ourselves it's wrong, we don't see the light.<br /><br />I listened to an incredible program on NPR on Sunday about a little town called Geel in Belgium. It is about 60% populated by mentally ill folks who have been rejected by their families and the medical system. They are safe here to just be themselves. This is what the town does, they simply accept all forms of mental illness as fine, normal, because everyone has them to some degree. They don't try to change anyone. The result is that everyone gets lighter and sometimes symptoms even change or actually disappear because it is such a relief to know that you are just you. The norm there is acceptance not judging of the mentally ill, not even by themselves.<br /><br />Perhaps this should have been an email, it is long. But I just accept you the way you are, Mary. I like the whole package. I think you probably feel the same way about me even though I am mentally ill. Even though I have very good days and very bad days you don't try to change me. My mental illness is just one of the parts of me and so is yours, all good.<br />At least, that's how I think.livhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00091094639074377780noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-22944294691588737152016-07-27T15:25:03.781-04:002016-07-27T15:25:03.781-04:00Yup. That's exactly how it is. Today I am not ...Yup. That's exactly how it is. Today I am not even going to try for a few hours. I am going to go sit in the sun and read or colour and probably cry. Birdiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03479872783727855901noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-37418978254307507852016-07-27T14:50:19.687-04:002016-07-27T14:50:19.687-04:00I try to have talks with myself, but the bitch jus...I try to have talks with myself, but the bitch just won't listen! I know I've got more blessings than hardships, I know I should appreciate it all, but being an ungrateful slug is added to my list of shortcomings. Yes, it's a vicious circle, and impossible to believe while in the depths of it that this, too, shall pass. But, in the end, it does. Sending you big hugs today!Catrinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17408495829569772826noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-44288689055672095732016-07-27T14:31:30.427-04:002016-07-27T14:31:30.427-04:00This torment is all too hideously familiar. I'...This torment is all too hideously familiar. I'm sorry you or any of us suffer so. I hope it's starting to ease up a bit.Ahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06318174928862120631noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-23881475395804151312016-07-27T13:53:12.143-04:002016-07-27T13:53:12.143-04:00Sue. Not Lynne. So sorry. I cant remember shit, to...Sue. Not Lynne. So sorry. I cant remember shit, today or ever. xoMelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10114884092474969555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-7550509172589879842016-07-27T13:50:13.195-04:002016-07-27T13:50:13.195-04:00Some days are a lot harder than others. I've b...Some days are a lot harder than others. I've been sitting here in a funk, frustrated and feeling stupid and trapped by stupid things too. Sorry you are having a similar day, but misery loves company, so your post made me smile and wish I could give you a hug and help you laugh at the same thoughts I keep having. I can't let myself be miserable without judging myself for being a spoiled entitled white woman. I like what Jill said, that voice needs to stf up. <br />So sorry about your chickens, I would be distraught. And Lynne. You only miss her so much because you loved her so much. Life is not fair, not at all. Hugs to you.Melhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10114884092474969555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-73729683806646894872016-07-27T13:49:39.988-04:002016-07-27T13:49:39.988-04:00It's most definitely not ridiculous. This help...It's most definitely not ridiculous. This helps me sometimes(I've got the club t-shirt in four different sizes): Where is this thought/feeling? Inside me. Then I'm bigger than it is. It's far from a magic fix, but often it lets me breathe a minute. Hoping this or something else helps, and pronto. DeeAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-85217261932209595472016-07-27T12:38:59.270-04:002016-07-27T12:38:59.270-04:00I'm thankful that for me if that voice says th...I'm thankful that for me if that voice says that crap to me in the middle of the night I tell it to shut the fuck up. My hope is that you are able to do that successfully more often too.Jillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06671446238805535547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-55869039699617701362016-07-27T12:23:08.843-04:002016-07-27T12:23:08.843-04:00This comment has been removed by the author.Joan@CopperCreekerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11353536997734172960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-3422803789655331432016-07-27T11:58:15.235-04:002016-07-27T11:58:15.235-04:00I did figure out the baby seat thing. There is tha...I did figure out the baby seat thing. There is that. <br />I love you too, Rebecca. Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-74077770554917959372016-07-27T11:39:43.586-04:002016-07-27T11:39:43.586-04:00Oh Mary it's not ridiculous. It's a diseas...Oh Mary it's not ridiculous. It's a disease and it hurts body and mind and it's awful and a dark land and I'm so sorry you have to be lost in it. Wishing you swift healing.<br />Love<br />Rebeccw Radish Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06534752971317927559noreply@blogger.com