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I find things in my archives, some of forgotten provenance, such as this poem from long ago. I don’t recall now when I either wrote it or found it. If I did find it, I apologize to the author for having lost the reference, and ask that if anybody recognizes it tha they tell me so I can give credit where it is due. It is about partings, the subject of so many songs and poems. It is about those times when the ship has sailed or the train has left the station, and how little it matters whether one is on the ship or the shore, the train or the platform. In song, the play list is too long to put here, and besides, every one has their own. Which parting brought this into my journals, I don’t know. Perhaps it was that girl from the North Country, perhaps…
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I think i’m in a much better headspace then six months ago but I have a low stress job. I do wonder if I can keep this self love train going. It seems I’ve been pretty stable since the new year and I like it. No it’s not been perfect but tolerable. I feel different… more content. I’m anxious about this next week. I don’t have enough work to see me through so i’m afraid it’ll be a long week. I’m just babbling I think at this point but it’s what’s on my mind. Thanks for listening.
I’ve always loved this song. Even when I was a young girl this song would hold a special meaning. It never failed, it came on in the Knick of time to offer me the comfort I needed at that time. It reminded me then and still reminds me today to….Let It Be. I’m posting in the hopes that if anyone is struggling that this song will come as a reminder that whatever you’re going through….Let It Be. Everything is going to be ok. Many if you may not know the true meaning of this song, but here it is.
Paul McCartney wrote this song. It was inspired by his mother, Mary, who died when he was 14. Many people thought “Mother Mary” was a biblical reference when they heard it.
According to McCartney, this is a very positive song, owing to its inspiration. One night when he was paranoid and…
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I’ve heard people say before that when you get really sick of the status quo, that’s when you’ll truly make significant changes.
All along, I thought that I didn’t really have that much power over what happened to me. Especially once I got that multiple sclerosis diagnosis: a lot of people started to see me as horrifically sick. Not just a little challenged, but doomed. Incapable of anything ever again. I was strongly advised to just go on disability because, you know, I was so sick.
All of a sudden, though, once I sought help from an attorney, I started becoming even more certain that I really didn’t want disability.
From there, I paid for the grueling 8-hour exam by a neuropsychologist of my functioning and an MRI of my brain. The original intent of those was to prove how much I was trying to get disability.
Similarly, since my…
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It’s time to get back into Charli’s 99-word flash fiction challenge!
February 7, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes a sign. It can be a posted sign, a universal sign, a wonder. Go where the prompt leads.
Here goes.
Why Did I Get Up?
Why Did I Get Up?
Nina dragged herself to sitting position. Why did the alarm have to go off?
She swung her feet out of bed and one landed on a squidgy mess.
Great.
The cat had been eating silly things, and deposited his sick at her bedside.
The shower was no better. Her flatmate had used up all the hot water.
Even her morning coffee was blighted with the fact there was no milk left.
After three hours of sitting on a bus, trying to reach her workplace, Nina gave up.
All signs that she should…
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She is the embodiment
of the questions we pondered
on a sunny afternoon.
Knowing the hype of the
newest workshop and buzzwords
would all have their moment in time
we asked each other, What Comes Next?
What is…
The driver of contentment?
The reason to try one more day?
The song we sing to our inner-self?
With quiet wisdom, and wonderous curiosity
she asked, “Where Do We Get Our Oxygen From?”
Today I danced as if it was warm and sunny outside
As if the world can someday be just, fair and peaceful for All
Believing that alone and collectively we make a difference
to ourselves, our neighbors, and our world.
Smiling huge and with a nod to the snowbirds
soaring above me on this winter’s day
my thoughts went to my teacher, my friend
I thought back to that moment when she asked
“Where do we get our Oxygen…
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It was easy to get lost in a virtual reality; I’ve always lived in one
My experience of dissociative identity disorder is unique yet part of
a pattern of signs and symptoms expressed by different people in
similar ways.
Each person is unique but our bodies are variations on a theme
shared by all animals.
I like to give a clinical context to my discussions of life with DID.
People with DID are not crazy, I use reason to cope with a chaotic
inner world.
I’ve addressed the experience of psychological regression in earlier posts.
Regression: n. a return to a prior, lower state of cognitive, emotional, or behavioral functioning. This term is associated particularly with psychoanalytic theory, denoting a situation in which the individual reverts to immature behavior or to an earlier stage of psychosexual development when threatened with overwhelming external problems or internal conflicts. —regress vb. —regressive adj.>>>>
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