I Keep Finding These Little Truisms On My Facebook Page

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Buddhism, peace, people, society

This is so accurate. There can be no real peace if one person is disrupting another. World peace starts with one person.

Blackbird ~ The Beatles

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Blackbird, Broken Wings Repaired, Dreams Made Concrete, Hope, Paul McCartney, Seeing a way to The Future

I think anyone who has felt despair can relate to this one. Eventually, you have to learn to fly.

Okay So I Am On An Old Childhood Song Kick Today

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Beatles, Dear Prudence, Family, music, White Album

Cover of The Beatles (The White Album)

 

I tend to have better memories of my “formative” years before things got all weird in my family, and between me and my Dad through music and the lyrics. I am in a reminiscing mode. Sorry  :) My Dad loved the Beatles, and I happen to really like The White Album, so here we have “Dear Prudence”

 

Dear Prudence, won’t you come out to play
Dear Prudence, greet the brand new day
The sun is up, the sky is blue
It’s beautiful and so are you
Dear Prudence won’t you come out to play

Dear Prudence open up your eyes
Dear Prudence see the sunny skies
The wind is low the birds will sing
That you are part of everything
Dear Prudence won’t you open up your eyes?

Look around round
Look around round round
Look around

Dear Prudence let me see you smile
Dear Prudence like a little child
The clouds will be a daisy chain
So let me see you smile again
Dear Prudence won’t you let me see you smile?

Dear Prudence, won’t you come out to play
Dear Prudence, greet the brand new day
The sun is up, the sky is blue
It’s beautiful and so are you
Dear Prudence won’t you come out to play

 

Another of My Favorite Quiet Mood Songs ~ D*&^ Hippie Parents

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Beautiful song, Concert in Central Park, Garfunkel, Simon, Simon & Garfunkel

Scarbough Fair/Canticle ~ Simon and Garfunkel

 

One Of My All Time Favorite Bands ~ I Blame It On Hippie Parents

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Neath, Simon, Simon & Garfunkel, Sound of Silence, Street light

The Essential Simon and Garfunkel (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Sounds of Silence ~ Simon and Garfunkel

Hello darkness, my old friend, 

I’ve come to talk with you again, 

Because a vision softly creeping, 

Left its seeds while I was sleeping, 

And the vision that was planted in my brain 

Still remains 

Within the sound of silence. 

In restless dreams I walked alone 

Narrow streets of cobblestone, 

‘Neath the halo of a street lamp, 

I turned my collar to the cold and damp 

When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light 

That split the night 

And touched the sound of silence. 

And in the naked light I saw 
Ten thousand people, maybe more. 
People talking without speaking, 
People hearing without listening, 
People writing songs that voices never share 
And no one dare 
Disturb the sound of silence. 

“Fools” said I, “You do not know 
Silence like a cancer grows. 
Hear my words that I might teach you, 
Take my arms that I might reach you.” 
But my words like silent raindrops fell, 
And echoed 
In the wells of silence 

And the people bowed and prayed 
To the neon god they made. 
And the sign flashed out its warning, 
In the words that it was forming. 
And the sign said, “The words of the prophets 

Are written on the subway walls 
And tenement halls.” 
And whisper’d in the sounds of silence.

Marriage Counseling Round 2

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Mental Health, Bipolar Disorder, Mood, Health, Depression, Disorders, Support Groups

Vincent van Gogh, The Starry Night. Oil on canvas, 73×92 cm, 28¾×36¼ in. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

So, here we go again. Another fateful trip on the counseling merry-go-round. I really hope that the Psychologist is bright enough to cut through the husband’s bullshit. He keeps telling the doctor that I was at an all time low when he met me. He makes it sound like he gave me a life that was not unfulfilling and dull.

 

I liked my life. I was up at 4 or 5 am, and by 8 am, I was on my bike, heading somewhere for two or three hours. I rode with a close friend (and his brother or nephew, sometimes) every Sunday morning. We’re talking 40 mile treks through the urban jungle complete with smoke belching dragons (aka cars). In the summer, after I got back from riding I would rinse off and go hang out by the pool at the apartments. I’d talk to people, some of us became friends. I dated, I went out with friends. But, somehow the egocentrism he is accusing me of (you only care about your illness, ummmmmm, correct me if I am wrong, but shouldn’t I be somewhat concerned about it, you only care about your cat, well, maybe if you hadn’t made me kill the other two, I wouldn‘t have such a clingy cat;the others were her brother, and surrogate mom, and the last thing I care about is myself).

 

Maybe if he were more affectionate and supportive instead of being “constructively” critical the majority of the time, I wouldn’t feel the need to be so vigilant about my own well-being. I would know someone was there to help me if I fell. He is not about that. I have to pick myself up and he calls it being egotistical. Maybe if he would actually bother to learn something scientifically researched and published by M.D.’s, P.hD’s, people who have spent their lives researching and treating Bipolar people, and not just relying on some rather unfortunate experiences he had with one who also was Boderline (bad combo), and one who promised him that she had it under control What a fallacy! Bipolar is never “under control”; it is managed with proper medication, seeing a therapist as often as needed and making regular appointments with you psychiatrist. 

 

I told him when I found out what the one woman had told him that I was offering him no guarantees. My bipolar was managed, but that I would never promise that it was under control. And, I was right. I went through episodes of depression, mania, depression and mania, and outright violent moods. I just wish he would educate himself because that would take so much pressure off of me to be “normal” all the time. I can’t cry because that is showing weakness. I cannot be angry, happy, sad, joyous, any emotion because it isn’t “real”. It is the illness. It really does seem to me that that is the way he sees me: as nothing more than a mentally ill person who always needs help, and can’t see herself any other way. I know what I see in the mirror when I am looking: I see a determined person, I see a person who has goals and dreams and the ambition to realize them, I do NOT see a weakling (as he would have me be).

 

So, I have to question, if I am so many negative things, why’d he even bother looking for me last night? I am pretty good at handling myself, not to mention that I tend to wear Harley hard toed riding boots. That alone could break something if necessary. If I am to be so denigrated in the therapy sessions, why would want to go find that? Are you trying to say I Love You? Why can you not just tell me if you love me or if you don’t? If you don’t, let me go. Let me live. If you do love me, stop disparaging me, and let me live.

 

But then again, I am the one who could be filtering all of this through a “defective” mind……but I do not think so.

 

“……Making love to his ego, Ziggy sucked up into his mind…” ~ David Bowie

 

Found This Posted On My Facebook Timeline This AM

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Criticism, hurt, Lasting Effect, Spoken Words, Thoughts

I wish that more people could remember this; myself included. Sometimes it pays to just keep your mouth shut and your thoughts to yourself.

Meaningful VS Religion

Reblogged from The Lady.....:

Burning Bridges

Reblogged from Nhan-Fiction:

I never thought about it that way. Thanks for a fresh perspective :)

Another Anti-Bullying Message

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Bullying, people, psychological damage

Another message in my ongoing attempt to make people aware that bullying can cause very real and lasting psychological damage.