<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113256638961521090.post3620638560852149951..comments</id><updated>2009-07-05T22:13:15.681-04:00</updated><category term='dysphoric'/><category term='avolition'/><category term='public behavior'/><category term='control'/><category term='no concentration'/><category term='funny'/><category term='REM'/><category term='ultrarapid'/><category term='Trichotillomania'/><category term='recognition'/><category term='rapid cycle'/><category term='plucking'/><category term='privacy'/><category term='rapid thoughts'/><category term='cutter'/><category term='hair'/><category term='obsessive'/><category term='VOTE'/><category term='intelligence'/><category term='ativan'/><category term='weight gain'/><category term='naltrexone'/><category term='journal'/><category term='video'/><category term='pissed off'/><category term='dating'/><category term='bipolar'/><category term='mania'/><category term='Revia'/><category term='PTSD'/><category term='Kennedy'/><category term='lithium'/><category term='adderall'/><category term='binge eating'/><category term='xanax'/><category term='Lamictal'/><category term='memory'/><category term='school'/><category term='comorbid'/><category term='depression'/><category term='jaded'/><category term='circadian rhythm'/><category term='SSRIs'/><category term='raiders'/><category term='Maddie'/><category term='physiological'/><category term='brain abnormalities'/><category term='manic'/><category term='substance abuse'/><category term='grandeur'/><category term='sick'/><category term='nami'/><category term='euphoria'/><category term='reflection'/><category term='vicodin'/><category term='support'/><category term='poem'/><category term='racing thoughts'/><category term='public'/><category term='ultradian'/><category term='pdoc'/><category term='frontal lobe'/><category term='harm'/><category term='borderline personality disorder'/><category term='sensory'/><category term='help'/><category term='ECT'/><category term='sleep'/><category term='sex'/><category term='emotions'/><category term='picture'/><category term='Plagiarism'/><category term='dumb'/><category term='cut'/><category term='prozac'/><category term='symptom control'/><category term='MRI'/><category term='cutting'/><category term='hypothesize'/><category term='compulsive'/><category term='me'/><category term='cycle'/><category term='research'/><category term='stress'/><category term='idaho'/><category term='rage'/><category term='distorted'/><category term='tattoo'/><category term='brain chemical abnormalities'/><category term='undefined'/><category term='blog'/><category term='book'/><category term='facial'/><category term='judgmental'/><category term='tuck rule'/><category term='abilify'/><category term='rash'/><category term='gene abnormalities'/><category term='stop cutting'/><category term='house'/><category term='men'/><category term='auditory'/><category term='self-concept'/><category term='prop 8'/><category term='mixed'/><category term='HPA'/><category term='questions'/><title type='text'>Comments on nutter-butter extraordinaire: JOURNAL: Alone...?</title><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bipolarblog-livingwild.com/feeds/3620638560852149951/comments/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113256638961521090/3620638560852149951/comments/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bipolarblog-livingwild.com/2009/05/journal-alone.html'/><author><name>Ann H.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7CPJTD4RlZE/S6wN6Z0S5pI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/huMZdW5ItYo/S220/Ox-eye+Daisy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113256638961521090.post-4862445912474198710</id><published>2009-07-05T22:13:15.681-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T22:13:15.681-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so glad so many people can relate to feeling ...</title><content type='html'>I am so glad so many people can relate to feeling this way. Thank you all for the words of support and encouragement! You have no idea what that means to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara, I really liked your list!! Great things to keep in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon, your comment made me laugh, have fun standing on your head ;) . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Journey, I am SOOOO glad you have a better pdoc now, and that I was able to help you in that way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denise, wow, what you said really means a lot to me. Helping others is what I hope for, my goal. it gives my disorder meaning, and it gives me a purpose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma, that does help :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seth, I love your philisophy! most awesome. and I will be checking out your blog as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martha, yes!! I have found my passion in my career choice. if I hadn&amp;#39;t, oh mannn it would be bad. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the last anonymous post:&lt;br /&gt;All of us here are sick and tired of feeling sick and tired, we can all relate. Some people give up on hope and resign themselves to misery for the rest of their life. I however, refuse to believe that I am meant to feel like crap for the rest of mine. I have hope, so much HOPE for something better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each person has their own challenges and obstacles they must overcome. Some lose, some win. I am determined to be one who wins and can make better days for myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep hope. Don&amp;#39;t let anyone take it away from you. one of the benefits of being bipolar as opposed to strictly depressed, is that we have both the ups and the downs to experience. yes they both suck, but we know there is more than whatever our current status is. lets look at it this way: unipolar depressed patients only feel blue all of the time. bipolar kids get to be blue, *and* have the energy of mania. when i begin to feel a bit manic i find one good spot in it and say &amp;quot;well, at least now I&amp;#39;ll have energy/time to get my cleaning and stuff done&amp;quot;. ... I hope that makes sense. I&amp;#39;m not enjoying bipolar by any means, just trying to find whatever &amp;quot;good&amp;quot; sides there possibly are.  And now I am rambling. I&amp;#39;m sorry for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, thank you to all who left comments. :)</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113256638961521090/3620638560852149951/comments/default/4862445912474198710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113256638961521090/3620638560852149951/comments/default/4862445912474198710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bipolarblog-livingwild.com/2009/05/journal-alone.html?showComment=1246846395681#c4862445912474198710' title=''/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10870765097033548072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08571946320621666380'/><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7CPJTD4RlZE/SlDmUKMEzxI/AAAAAAAAALM/2nzHfu8yhxI/S220/profile+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.bipolarblog-livingwild.com/2009/05/journal-alone.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113256638961521090.post-3620638560852149951' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113256638961521090/posts/default/3620638560852149951' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1541831715'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113256638961521090.post-6789904227136462440</id><published>2009-07-05T21:05:47.186-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T21:05:47.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so manic today....I just want to be mad at me...</title><content type='html'>I am so manic today....I just want to be mad at me and everyone around me. Can anyone here me? I am so sick and tired of feeling sick and tired. I am tired of feeling FAT, so damn fat. I hate myself...why am I so stupid and especially ugly lately.&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever feel good again? Please someone tell me??</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113256638961521090/3620638560852149951/comments/default/6789904227136462440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113256638961521090/3620638560852149951/comments/default/6789904227136462440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bipolarblog-livingwild.com/2009/05/journal-alone.html?showComment=1246842347186#c6789904227136462440' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.bipolarblog-livingwild.com/2009/05/journal-alone.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113256638961521090.post-3620638560852149951' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113256638961521090/posts/default/3620638560852149951' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-2076884226'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113256638961521090.post-3371520628770386699</id><published>2009-06-23T17:37:21.104-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T17:37:21.104-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You can do this. Bipolar disorder cannot hinder yo...</title><content type='html'>You can do this. Bipolar disorder cannot hinder you if you have the drive.  I speak from experience.  I had the drive to complete graduate school and now, I&amp;#39;m going back to school 8 yrs later to finish another graduate degree. My advice is to ensure that you find a career that you have a passion for.  It&amp;#39;s important to people diagnosed with bipolar disorder to follow their hearts because the triggers of a stressful, unhappy job only make this disorder harder to deal with.       Good luck with everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marsha&lt;br /&gt;www.didyoutakeyourmeds.com</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113256638961521090/3620638560852149951/comments/default/3371520628770386699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113256638961521090/3620638560852149951/comments/default/3371520628770386699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bipolarblog-livingwild.com/2009/05/journal-alone.html?showComment=1245793041104#c3371520628770386699' title=''/><author><name>Marsha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11108786167822916268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16319941115247496485'/><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.bipolarblog-livingwild.com/2009/05/journal-alone.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113256638961521090.post-3620638560852149951' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113256638961521090/posts/default/3620638560852149951' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1409325379'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113256638961521090.post-5848657920706574016</id><published>2009-06-22T12:44:32.177-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T12:44:32.177-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow.  If I had a dime . . . .

Your fears and conc...</title><content type='html'>Wow.  If I had a dime . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your fears and concerns are all REAL.  Not just real because they may be, shall we say, &amp;#39;enhanced&amp;#39;, by a mood system that is out of the ordinary.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking with someone mid-way through their working life, i can tell you that almost everything we do IS pointless--but we still find degrees of meaning inside all that crap.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. . . . You are right, it is hopeless.  Now, perhaps we can decide that even hopelessness and pointlessness is pointless, and sort of do stuff anyway?  Graduate, write, express yourself, do the &amp;#39;normal&amp;#39; things, but do them to the best of your amazing ability--without every denying the fact that you have an amazing inner dialogue that keeps you grounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.  Grounded.  Folks that DON&amp;#39;T feel what we feel are actually the insane ones.  In my book, we are like the &amp;#39;oyarsa&amp;#39; in C. S. Lewis&amp;#39;s sci-fi triligy in that we (emotionally) do NOT move in tandem with the rotation of the earth.  We have to rush to keep place with our fellow humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But doing that is a mercy to them, so we do it (lots of the time) even though it sort of kills us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, I hope that helped our made a little bit of sense . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.sethwindsor.blogspot.com</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113256638961521090/3620638560852149951/comments/default/5848657920706574016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113256638961521090/3620638560852149951/comments/default/5848657920706574016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bipolarblog-livingwild.com/2009/05/journal-alone.html?showComment=1245689072177#c5848657920706574016' title=''/><author><name>seth windsor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06203287418546599310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mmdcTDX0Ysw/Si2FwW4VEsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ICJRrBEH5wo/S220/hercules.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.bipolarblog-livingwild.com/2009/05/journal-alone.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113256638961521090.post-3620638560852149951' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113256638961521090/posts/default/3620638560852149951' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-2049081257'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113256638961521090.post-7718620214990984474</id><published>2009-06-14T15:23:48.114-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T15:23:48.114-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks for your post. You&amp;#39;re not alone. I mean...</title><content type='html'>Thanks for your post. You&amp;#39;re not alone. I mean you may feel alone, but I&amp;#39;m sitting thousands of miles away and I&amp;#39;m hearing what you&amp;#39;re saying. Hope that makes the lonliness a little less. Emma.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113256638961521090/3620638560852149951/comments/default/7718620214990984474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113256638961521090/3620638560852149951/comments/default/7718620214990984474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bipolarblog-livingwild.com/2009/05/journal-alone.html?showComment=1245007428114#c7718620214990984474' title=''/><author><name>emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01304900702757810768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.bipolarblog-livingwild.com/2009/05/journal-alone.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113256638961521090.post-3620638560852149951' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113256638961521090/posts/default/3620638560852149951' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1564716570'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113256638961521090.post-8263635051344541760</id><published>2009-06-10T00:59:01.582-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T00:59:01.582-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I hope you are doing well. I was looking for recen...</title><content type='html'>I hope you are doing well. I was looking for recent posts, but I guess this was the most recent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please keep writing. You are awesome and you have a gift of writing. You are giving so many people hope with this blog. People with bipolar and people who love someone who is bipolar, depend on you and your blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They make us feel that we are not alone. That we can be functional in society, that we can go to college. That we can go through all the rough stuff, wake up and pick ourselves up and try again. You are hope that we never give up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please realize that you mean so much to so many, even when you don&amp;#39;t feel like that yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope and pray that you write again soon.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113256638961521090/3620638560852149951/comments/default/8263635051344541760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113256638961521090/3620638560852149951/comments/default/8263635051344541760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bipolarblog-livingwild.com/2009/05/journal-alone.html?showComment=1244609941582#c8263635051344541760' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576515259525672306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.bipolarblog-livingwild.com/2009/05/journal-alone.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113256638961521090.post-3620638560852149951' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113256638961521090/posts/default/3620638560852149951' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-887490249'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113256638961521090.post-6519146743757100895</id><published>2009-06-08T02:49:11.484-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T02:49:11.484-04:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;i&gt;I don&amp;#39;t like the world. I don&amp;#39;t want to...</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;I don&amp;#39;t like the world. I don&amp;#39;t want to participate in the world. I don&amp;#39;t like most people. I don&amp;#39;t want to play with most people.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This phrase describes me 99% of the time.  Yet I feel like the world forces me to be apart of it whether I want to or not.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113256638961521090/3620638560852149951/comments/default/6519146743757100895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113256638961521090/3620638560852149951/comments/default/6519146743757100895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bipolarblog-livingwild.com/2009/05/journal-alone.html?showComment=1244443751484#c6519146743757100895' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06306178289763518701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14064294405455287400'/><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uK-lL47jACo/SiyzfWxej7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/SyLFI-DWQLY/S220/DSC09561.JPG'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.bipolarblog-livingwild.com/2009/05/journal-alone.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113256638961521090.post-3620638560852149951' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113256638961521090/posts/default/3620638560852149951' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-300966973'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113256638961521090.post-7705990287946294582</id><published>2009-06-03T20:18:43.161-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T20:18:43.161-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ann,
Hi, my Wonder Woman. Yep, you still are my Wo...</title><content type='html'>Ann,&lt;br /&gt;Hi, my Wonder Woman. Yep, you still are my Wonder Woman.  I am so sorry you feel so anxious and depressed. I wish I could take all your pain and hurts away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have accomplished getting halfway to your dream. I am so very proud of you. I hope you go for the gold and finish grad school. If it&amp;#39;s overwhelming to do it full time, is it possible to reduce your course load and accomplish it in doable chunks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have given so much to so many already.  Just to give you 1 example: You suggested I find another doctor because you and I agreed that I might be bipolar rather than cyclothymic with major depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU HAD IT PEGGED. My new psychiatrist is a specialist in mood disorders and addictions. He saw the report I gave him from my old Pdoc, asked me a few questions and got very upset! He told me emphatically that that diagnosis is absolutely wrong--I&amp;#39;m bipolar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have not seen any posts by you at the website you used to visit so I decided to try to get in touch via your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you are feeling better today. Please, if you don&amp;#39;t mind, let me know that you are well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JourneyUpward</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113256638961521090/3620638560852149951/comments/default/7705990287946294582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113256638961521090/3620638560852149951/comments/default/7705990287946294582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bipolarblog-livingwild.com/2009/05/journal-alone.html?showComment=1244074723161#c7705990287946294582' title=''/><author><name>Journey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01769451314490835121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.bipolarblog-livingwild.com/2009/05/journal-alone.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113256638961521090.post-3620638560852149951' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113256638961521090/posts/default/3620638560852149951' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1132985380'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113256638961521090.post-6374371215392653675</id><published>2009-06-03T10:50:54.879-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T10:50:54.879-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Your situation sounds eerily similar to my own. I ...</title><content type='html'>Your situation sounds eerily similar to my own. I have helped myself in this way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) I have decided that emotions are complex, that they are subtle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) I realize I cannot just pin a word on how I feel. &amp;quot;How are you?&amp;quot; gets to be a meaningless question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) Emotions are feelings in our BODIES. They are not abstractions. Thoughts are words and images.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4) We feel emotions in response to what goes on around us. Emotions are the only valid barometer by which to live our lives. Once someone tells us to deny the validity of what we feel, we are lost. Note: This conflicts with the self-image you left with after being told you are &amp;quot;bipolar&amp;quot; and believing it brings you close to that danger barrier where people say you&amp;#39;ve lost &amp;quot;insight&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5) Confusion is completely valid. In fact, I think it is a sane response to the world as it is. We live in a confusing, manipulative, cruel culture. Personally I hate capitalism and do not wish to plug myself into it. I actually had a breakdown near the end of a degree. because on some unconscious level I realized there had been no point to it. And it was a supposedly &amp;quot;useful&amp;quot; degree - computer science!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6) We also feel emotions in response to things that have happened to us in the past. If we have not cried about something, for example, or something made us sick or disgusted, it remains in our bodies until it&amp;#39;s purged, like vomiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(7) If our emotional systems are &amp;quot;gummed&amp;quot; up - if we are shut down, numbed, traumatized, etc. - all those emotions just build up and soon we&amp;#39;re foggy and confused. If things reach a crisis point, our emotions just explode - imagine water spilling over a dam and you&amp;#39;ve been standing on the dry side all the time not even knowing what&amp;#39;s been happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8) By listening to your thoughts and inner images while feeling what&amp;#39;s in your body (and not even trying to name it - just feeling it and continuing to feel it), you can reconnect with your experience. Your emotions start to make sense. You realize all of a sudden that actually you have all sorts of reactions to what&amp;#39;s going on around you, often reactions of anger, worry and distress! These so-called &amp;quot;bad&amp;quot; emotions are FINE. Denying them really screw us up, in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9) Note that not every thought or impulse needs to be acted upon. You can also just stand there and fully experience it. Follow the feeling, let yourself get absorbed in it, follow the thoughts. Focus on feeling. Don&amp;#39;t worry about trying to &amp;quot;respond&amp;quot; to a situation in the way you think is &amp;quot;right&amp;quot;. Chances are that response might just be conditioned based on others&amp;#39;, i.e. cultural, expectations of you. In fact, through this process you will get in touch with how you ACTUALLY feel at each MOMENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(10) Most people just aren&amp;#39;t fun to play with, and friends are hard to come by. True friends. Authentic friends who accept all your thoughts and feelings as valid, and who are authentic in turn - who are aware of everything they are thinking and feeling and have developed the ability of discernment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just from reading your one post, I think you have this necessary intellectual discernment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might want to look this up on Google: Healing Through the Dark Emotions in an Age of Global Threat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to communicate - you are most welcome to - you can e-mail me at sara_arenson @ yahoo.ca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Sara</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113256638961521090/3620638560852149951/comments/default/6374371215392653675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113256638961521090/3620638560852149951/comments/default/6374371215392653675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bipolarblog-livingwild.com/2009/05/journal-alone.html?showComment=1244040654879#c6374371215392653675' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.bipolarblog-livingwild.com/2009/05/journal-alone.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113256638961521090.post-3620638560852149951' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113256638961521090/posts/default/3620638560852149951' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-730406820'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113256638961521090.post-2337499783241460242</id><published>2009-05-29T17:54:52.141-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T17:54:52.141-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My mother has a favorite phrase: "Life's a bitch, ...</title><content type='html'>My mother has a favorite phrase: "Life's a bitch, and then you die." Damned if some days it's so true it makes my head spin. I spent a goodly part of a morning trying to translate the phrase into different languages. I'd say I was distracted, and somewhat obsessed. The result of my effort was zilch, although I did feel better after I realized I had managed to push the nagging thoughts into the corner for a few hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I need to get a hobby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Back to standing on my head.;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang in there. I'm still reading daily, but have a hard time translating my thoughts through the plastic keyboard.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113256638961521090/3620638560852149951/comments/default/2337499783241460242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113256638961521090/3620638560852149951/comments/default/2337499783241460242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bipolarblog-livingwild.com/2009/05/journal-alone.html?showComment=1243634092141#c2337499783241460242' title=''/><author><name>Jon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.bipolarblog-livingwild.com/2009/05/journal-alone.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113256638961521090.post-3620638560852149951' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113256638961521090/posts/default/3620638560852149951' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-39282070'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113256638961521090.post-4927478306367891812</id><published>2009-05-25T12:51:21.800-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T12:51:21.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you for blogging about this. I understand EX...</title><content type='html'>Thank you for blogging about this. I understand EXACTLY what you mean with "alone" and "lonely". And no, it doesn't matter that the one(s) we love are right here by our sides cheering us on in life. I was by myself in another state and moved back in with my parents, have not worked in over a month, and have 2 of my beautiful, precious nephews close at hand, and am still "alone" and "lonely". I feel ya!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113256638961521090/3620638560852149951/comments/default/4927478306367891812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113256638961521090/3620638560852149951/comments/default/4927478306367891812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bipolarblog-livingwild.com/2009/05/journal-alone.html?showComment=1243270281800#c4927478306367891812' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.bipolarblog-livingwild.com/2009/05/journal-alone.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6113256638961521090.post-3620638560852149951' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6113256638961521090/posts/default/3620638560852149951' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1616027566'/></entry></feed>
