The other day I posted on my Facebook page how very, very sad I was. My state of mind was a culmination of very stressful events I witnessed that week - a teen who committed suicide and the teachers who loved her and shocked at her demise; a young woman dying in a care home; and the final straw? Being alone on a Saturday! Obviously, that one moment in time on Saturday would ordinarily not bother me as much. But tears sprung from my heart and wails of sorrow emanated from my tired body. Many responded with private messages and some sent good will via their comments on my page. After much self talk, a glass of wine, and many prayers, my mood lifted. And then....
I started to peruse the groups on Facebook and found one for depressed individuals, one for anxious people, and one for those diagnosed with borderline personality disorder. I immediately joined as many as I could, for I knew that if I could heal my moment of pain, perhaps, as a counselor, I might be useful in these groups as well....so I am sharing a link that explains DBT and how a counselor finally came out with her diagnosis - (it is not me!).Yes, I do have anxiety and I do have depression - it's been a lifelong struggle, but I am able to deal with it most of the time without medication or therapy, but for those who are not able, this link might be the beginning of something good.
http://www.nytimes.com/2011/06/23/health/23lives.html?sq=linehan&st=cse&scp=1&pagewanted=all&_r=0
And
I awoke today and found the frost perched on the town
It hovered in a frozen sky and gobbled summer down
When the sun turns traitor cold
And shivering trees are standing in a naked row
I get the urge for going but I never seem to go...
I would like to dedicate this poem written by a dear photographer who wants to help the world heal little by little.. Thank you, Barry Shapiro ....It hovered in a frozen sky and gobbled summer down
When the sun turns traitor cold
And shivering trees are standing in a naked row
I get the urge for going but I never seem to go...
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