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PostHeaderIcon I Laughed Today!

Everyone loves laughing, even babies. I have written a lot about laughter already in a five part series “Depression’s Secret Weapon”. I encourage you to read that sometime.

Today I was reminded once again how much laughter can make a difference, and not just for the moment we are laughing. We just had some new friends for lunch after church and she especially loved to laugh. We shared some good stories and since they are new friends, they hadn’t heard our stories before and we hadn’t heard theirs. It was fun and we laughed a lot! What great therapy! Read the rest of this entry »

PostHeaderIcon Bipolar Warning

What does spring look like where you live? This old house with the blossoming tree in front could be anywhere in Ontario right now, and this forest floor could be my backyard.

It is a beautiful time of year. Who doesn’t love spring? New life, new hope, new flowers, new…..well, everything is new, again!

It is a little hard NOT to get excited especially if you are prone to get excited like we who experience bipolar disorder are.

And you know what happens if we allow ourselves to get excited? We get even more excited and then more excited and then, and then, and then, we begin to crash, maybe slowly maybe not. And when we crash we may hit a depression that will last and last and last and last and could risk us losing the ability to enjoy the rest of the spring season altogether. Do you see what I am saying? Read the rest of this entry »

PostHeaderIcon Bipolar – 20 Minutes at a Time

It's all in the timing!

 What could I possibly be talking about? This might sound kind of silly and maybe it’s just me but part of my bipolar causes me to do too much of things I enjoy, especially when I am manic.

The result is that when I first started blogging I got so into it and I spent so much uninterrupted time on the computer that I developed terrible headaches and had to quit for awhile.

Then I needed a hobby to replace blogging and I started sewing – with a passion! Hours and hours of pleasure, it was so good to do something creative again. The result? A spasm in my sewing arm that massage, acupuncture and pain killers could not erase. I had to quit sewing for awhile. Read the rest of this entry »

PostHeaderIcon “one thousand gifts”

BEST SELLER

Have you heard about this best seller?

My sister gave me a copy and she thinks it is terrific and I trust my sister and so, here I am, attempting to read this book that everyone is raving about. But I am not feeling my best and so it is hard for me to glean any good out of anything.

I don’t know whether it is

1. the rebellious side of my character or

2. my bipolar

but… I tend not to like some things that ‘everyone’  thinks so highly of. I seldom get caught up in trends. Sometimes I am convinced there is something wrong with me (even more than the bipolar) and I have spent most of my life feeling that I am not like most people. Read the rest of this entry »

PostHeaderIcon “Good Friday”? What’s So Good About It?

JESUS DIED FOR ME AND FOR YOU TOO!

Many Christians, myself included, call this day “Good Friday”. Yet, today is the day that Christ was crucified. I wondered about that and so ‘googled’ it and found some interesting explanations.

I liked this one the best:

“But I think we call it Good Friday because, in pious retrospect, all that tragedy brought about the greatest good there could be.” Read the rest of this entry »

PostHeaderIcon Truth or Consequences

TRUTH OR CONSEQUENCES

There was a game show in the 1960′s called ‘Truth or Consequences’.

Based on the parlor games “Forfeits” and “Fine or Superfine,” the show was a combination trivia game and stunt show. Contestants were asked silly questions and had to answer correctly before “Beulah the Buzzer” sounded. If they failed to give the “Truth,” they had to face the “Consequences”– usually a funny and embarrassing stunt. Often contestants were reunited with long-lost family or friends on the air. 

The same thing happens to me with depression. If I don’t tell myself the truth there will be consequences. If I believe the lies in my head the consequence will be depression. Read the rest of this entry »

PostHeaderIcon Liebster Blog Award

I have been awarded the Liebster Blog Award by Pamela Curtis at “Make This Look Awesome”. THANKS PAMELA! She deals with an autoimmune disorder that will make you feel like you have absolutely nothing to complain about, but, she tries to ‘make it look awesome’. Just the title of her blog inspired me and that is why I went to visit her in the first place. But now I visit regularly. Read the rest of this entry »

PostHeaderIcon Wrong Again!

This entry is part 1 of 2 in the series I Was Wrong

MAKING NEW FRIENDS

Recalling the last story I told where I shared about ‘the first time I was wrong’ reminded me of all of the other times I was wrong. Oh yes, there were other times! Many other times!

Here is another example.

I used to have an arts and crafts business. My husband created woodenware and I taught women how to decorate it with paint. We used to call it decorative art or folk art. It was really big for a long time, but not so much now.

Anyways, we sold his woodwork plus various art supplies to the students. One way that I promoted our business was visiting various women’s groups and speaking and sometimes giving demonstrations. Read the rest of this entry »

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PostHeaderIcon The First Time I Was Wrong

This entry is part 2 of 2 in the series I Was Wrong
YUM OR YUCK?

Today I am going to share a true story with you about the first time I was wrong.

It all began with an apple. It happened in my mother’s kitchen.

I can still see that little kitchen in our post-war house in Scarborough, Ontario, Canada in 1953. Like my mother, it was clean and bright and shiny.

I only know this story because it was told to me many times. I don’t actually recall it myself. Three years old I was and so…. Read the rest of this entry »