posted September 15, 2011 12:34 AM            

Charm.. It's a fact that us diabetics are more prone to depression. It's a chemical reaction.

Seeing a therapist to get on meds for it doesn't make you crazy or any less of a person. Frankly, I'm asking myself why I waited so long. I went to see a regular doctor who put me on Paxil and I've been on that for years. But when I saw a therapist for my depression and she talked to me for two hours straight to figure me out.. I am so happy I did it so that I could get on the correct meds. I feel so much better.

posted September 15, 2011 03:50 AM            

i truly relate to that. Wow. Sometimes you think...how do we NOT feel lonely...if people never talk about deep things with each other? Are we really that close to Anybody? We could all be so much closer to each other....but there are so many people who wil make fun of weakness, who like to gossip, who are envious who ruin it for the rest of us who truly care and want to feel connected to others. Because of people like that others clam up and dont talk about deep things.

posted September 15, 2011 03:52 AM            

((((((HUGS))))))

posted September 16, 2011 04:44 AM            

Thank you to those who are supporting and extending their love at this time.

Much to Gyps for her a guiding light and being there for me even through the early hours of the morning.

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posted September 16, 2011 11:30 AM            

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Originally posted by RunAroundScreaming:
LEXX and lalitree

((((((HUGS))))))

muah!

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Group Hug!

much love to you guys! this confusion will be over sometime, and we will all laugh through the forests

posted November 10, 2011 06:42 PM            

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Originally posted by Capriquarius:
This is what I subscribe to at this point: "We are spiritual beings having a human experience.". So I try to experience as many sides of human life as I can. Because if I don't live through something in this lifetime, I will be made to do so in the next. We are all one and when we all realize that when one of us starves, it hurts all of us on a spiritual, collective level... Then life will have been worth living.

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posted March 31, 2012 07:20 PM            

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I had gotten off the comp this morn when a friend that I had just emailed a few minutes before called (since she knew I was up). She wanted us to go surfing with them. Having just gotten over a flu, I was thinking of saying no, but my roomie really wanted to go, so I agreed.

I am so glad for that.

We surfed as normal and the lingering depression and such from fighting off the flu was banished and I really enjoyed myself and the company. The morn was cloudy, but it was still beautiful, with fog in the distant hills, and the ocean itself vanishing off into the distant mists. There was rain, but it was very light--I'm not even sure it counts as rain. And hardly matters when you're in a wetsuit anyway.

And then the wind picked up. Friends had a wonderful idea, to try windsurfing. This was interesting, and I wasn't sure about it, having never done it before. When I finally tried, it took me some minutes just to not fall over, though they said I picked it up really fast. It was difficult because I had to hold my feet differently, and dealing with the harness. But at some point, WHOOSH, the SPEED! I couldn't help it: I screamed with joy, and I was SO glad we had come.

And then the sun broke through.... not direct, but close. The water turned from gray to aqua, and I was suddenly recalling when I was like 6-10, how I'd get up before Mom & Dad (and often before dawn back then) and go outside and explore, play, go to friend's houses.... I felt so free and there was a stark beauty to life that I rarely feel (at least sober) since I guess I became a teen. And then I surpassed even that, and I reached a state that was nothing less than ecstasy, I'd say on par (though distinct and different in its own way) to mind altering dancing or sex, and perhaps even more fulfilling in its own way.

If there was any doubt about fighting to survive the dark times in my life, it was dispelled at this moment of utter beauty in which I lived totally within this miraculous moment, my shout and my heart praising the Goddess of Life and for this moment in Life, one that was worth every horror and ache I had endured just to be here. Tears came down my face (just a few), and I knew that when I die, should my life flash before my eyes, this exact moment will be replayed, and if it affects my body at all, I will smile then, at peace, knowing it was all worth it in part to this one ineffable moment.

What else is there to say? My cold seemed to come back but it went away again, and it was hardly even noted (at least not by me--and we were all wet enough anyway). I found out that the wind was LIGHT (like how fast would I have gone in a HIGH wind???) Because we messed with the boards (including the beginner board I had borrowed), we failed to miss the churches getting out and ended up eating at a Pizza Hut for awhile to give the traffic a chance to die down more.

Now I am home. I've showered, dishes are now washing, warms are washing and hots are drying. Today was awesome, and I'm sharing. If you get a chance to try something new like that, and to be out in nature in a way that helps you to fuse with it, if just for a moment, then avail yourself of the moment. If more people did, psychiatry would be an endangered profession.

As the Wiccans say, Blessed Be (it seems appropriate to now).

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