It hit me today while I was attending a group meeting. Very often the meetings are started with check-in. Each participant in the group has a chance to say how they are feeling or talk for a minute about something that is going on in their lives. Participation is not mandatory, and anyone can pass…
Tag: my concealed depression
“If I live through this, I want someone to be able to see that they can survive.”
The country music icon Naomi Judd told ABC News and WebMD contributor, Robin Roberts, that she began to feel what she called “completely debilitating and life-threatening depression” in 2010. Read the entire article. She says she “would come home and not leave the house for 3 weeks and not get outta my pajamas, not practice…
My “picker” is not working right now
That was the coolest thing I had heard all day. My “picker” is not working. Someone had to explain it to me, as I was only partially sure I understood what the term meant. It turns out the reference is about “choosing a partner.” In the context of substance abuse or recovery, this partner may…
My gratitude journal is written in my actions
It has been a while since I have written in my gratitude journal. Many years ago, this practice was suggested by one of my mentors. He had been successfully using it after reading the 2006 bestselling book, The Secret, by Rhonda Bryne. It is based on the belief of the law of attraction, which claims…
New attitude, new focus, new desk location?
Right now, I have moving my desk on my list with a lower priority than scheduling my colonoscopy. But the truth is, each time I move my desk, I get a renewed sense of purpose. The actions of cleaning, organizing, and then actually moving the desk gives me a “fresh start.” And happily, I have…
Depression isn’t a choice
It is easy to see how even I can view depression as a scam people perpetrate on themselves and others. Break your leg, it is obvious. Toothache? We all know it’s time to go to the dentist. No energy for months at a time, forcing yourself to do what you must to get through the…
Self-care may mean not writing today
I thought I would have time to write. In my mind, I had a photo of my “Williamsburg” centerpiece all decorated. In the past 20 years, I have made one every Christmas. This year, so far, it is an empty board with a bunch of short nails hammered into it to hold the different kinds…
