What Does The Title Of Your Blog Mean?

Over the past few days I have been wondering if everyone who visits my blog understands the meaning behind the title, Sugar Filled Emotions. People have told me that it is a cool domain name, a creative name, however they did not understand the true meaning behind the title until I had explained it to them.  This afternoon, I traveled over to a blog that I had never visited before, and discovered that the author had a great explanation for the meaning of the title of her blog, Practice of Madness.  I thought that was an excellent idea, and decided to write my own explanation for my blog title.

The original intention I had when I started my blog, was to use it as a journal of sorts, creating a place for me to express my out of control emotions.  I thought if I could express my emotions here, then I would not let them fester and risk taking them out on other people.  At that time, because the right medication mix had not been found for me, and I had not been in therapy for very long, I was an emotional, out of control mess.  And that is where the word Emotions came from.

In addition to having depression, an anxiety disorder, and asthma, I also have Type II Diabetes.  If you know anything about Diabetics, you know that they are full of too much sugar.  That is the idea behind the Sugar Filled part in my title.  When I put all the parts together, it came out has Sugar Filled Emotions,

I do not recall it taking me very long to come up with the name for the site.  It was as if it was already sitting in my head waiting to come out. I still really like the title of my blog and have absolutely no plans to change it.

What about you?  What does the title of your blog mean?

My Therapy

Do you have something in your life that you consider therapeutic? Something you do that brings you peace? I think that it is important for me to have something that brings me peace.  A type of therapy that is separate from what I do when I go to my counselor’s office.  My personal therapy, the thing that brings me peace, is writing in my journal/blog.

When I can fill a page up with my thoughts and emotions, I feel as if I am releasing whatever negativity I might have  harboring inside of me.  Putting those things down, for the world to see, also allows me to see them from a different perspective.  Many times, I have been able to work through a a difficult issue just by writing it about it.  Other times, the comments I receive about something I have written have given me suggestions and ideas on how to better manage a difficult situation, or problem.

My depression recovery has not been without its ups and downs and detours.  One of the constants during all these months of changing and learning has been my source of peace, my blog.  My blog is sort of like a friend who does not talk much, but really knows how to listen. I do not think that I would have made it this far in my recovery if I did not have this place of peace.

Where do you find your peace?  What do you do that is therapeutic?

Another great blog post about using a blog for therapy can be found at Anxious Kaley

My Story – The Beginning

This is my first video blog.  I know it is too long, at least the vlogging experts say anything more than five minutes is too long.  However, I am not going to shorten it.  It is My Story, with My Voice, and this first video blog will stand as it is.  It is emotionally raw, much more so than I had any idea it would be.  In the future, I will try and make my video blogs shorter, or maybe not.  It depends on what feedback I get, and what parts of My Story come out at the time.

Yes, That Was Me…

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If you happened to be on Interstate 75 or Highway 20 and you saw the lady who looked something like a bobble head doll, you were one of the few who caught a glimpse of me outside of my natural habitat. More elusive than a snipe, trying to avoid a group of Boy Scouts on a snipe hunting trip, I snuck out of my safety zone and traveled many miles away.

The purpose of this foray outside of my carefully constructed hide away was to help my parents flee their bat infested house.  My job was to supervise the move, and like many supervisors, I did my best work with my eyes closed, while many snores escaped into the air.  I was so adept at my supervisory position that I managed to fall asleep sitting up in the floor, with my legs crossed and my computer in front of me.  My husband was quite impressed with my skill level when I accomplished that.  My daughter was also impressed with me and took the following picture of me as I was hard at work.

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There was some nervousness displayed by my daughter the first night we were there.  The beds were still located at the bat infested house, which meant the first night we were there working we had to sleep in the bat habitat.  Anna shared with me that she was a little concerned about a bat joining her in bed, so she spent that first night sleeping with the covers over her head.

The next day my brother joined the work party, which meant my job as a supervisor became more stress filled, and required me to spend more time with my eyes closed.  I welcomed the break we all took at a local hot spot called Rhinehart’s Oyster Bar.  This place is known for its beyond casual atmosphere. What that means is that your food is served on paper plates, your iced tea is served in disposable cups and graffiti is encouraged.  The food….ROCKS!

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This trip represented a lot to me.  Not only did I leave my safety zone, I went really far away from it, without having to deal with a panic attack.  Actually, I did not have any anxiety until we were headed home.  Weird, I know.  However, that is when my usual anxieties started acting up, and I began to fret and worry about what horrible thing might have happened while I was gone.  Guess what horrible thing happened?  Nothing! Nada! Zip! You heard me right, my unfounded worries were just that, unfounded and wrong! If my unfounded worries keep being wrong, then something drastic might happen…I might actually stop worrying about much of anything.

Using My Voice

varied029 My twitter friend @VoiceinRecovery from Voice In Recovery tweets a lot about how we use our voice,  Often on Twitter she will ask how we have used our voice during the day.  Not only does her question make me think about how I have used my voice, it inspires me to find new and productive ways to use my voice.  Tonight, her question caused me to think about how I have used my voice only to have it ignored.

This is an ongoing problem of mine.  I am not sure why that is though.  Maybe it is because I went so long without using my voice that some people are not used to listening to it, or I am not assertive enough when I use it, which means it gets lost in the chatter around me.

I want my voice to be heard.  I am tired of feeling like I am being ignored.  Oh, do not get me wrong, I do not think the people in my life who choose not to hear my voice are doing it out of meanness or with any negative purpose in mind.  The end result is the same though, someone makes me a hamburger when I said I wanted a tomato sandwich.

Helpful Things To Say To Someone With Depression

Since I had written a list of things that would not be good to say to a person with depression, I thought I would take the time to write a list of things that might help someone with depression. Some of these came from other people, some from the internet and some from me. If you disagree with any of the things on this list let me know, or if you have something to add, contact me and I will add what you said to the list.

  1. I am here for you.  You are not alone in this.
  2. You are important to me
  3. Do you want a hug?
  4. When all this is over, I’ll still be here and so will you.
  5. I cannot really understand what you are going through, but I can offer you my compassion.
  6. I am not going to leave or abandon you.
  7. I love you (say this only if you mean it)
  8. We do not have to talk if you do not want to, but I am here if you decide you do.
  9. I am not sure what to say, but I want you to know that I care about you.
  10. How can I be most helpful to you?

Thankful Five

This is my very favorite part of the week…It is my time to list the things I am thankful for.  The reason I enjoy Thankful Five so much, is that it reminds me to take stock of the little things in my life that I am grateful for.  It is totally about the positive; my thoughts, my attitude, people I love, and a lot more.

I hope that all of you are taking some time every week to make a list of the things you are thankful for.  You are also welcome to share your lists here, if you feel comfortable, or contact me with your list to have put placed in a post.

  1. I am thankful for having a wonderful husband, who has spent his down time helping my parents move out of their bat infested house.
  2. I am thankful that my brother was able to come help with the move.
  3. I am thankful for air-conditioning, it is really hot down here
  4. I am thankful for my new giant cup from Circle K that holds a half a gallon of something to drink in it.
  5. I am thankful for having a bathroom close by after I empty my giant cup.

What Not To Say To Someone With Depression

Do you have a friend or loved one who is living with depression?  Have you ever struggled with what to say to them?  Or what not to say to them?

Sometimes it is difficult to know what to say to a friend or loved one who is going through a depressive episode.  You want to say something encouraging, but at the same time you do not want to accidentally hurt their feelings.  You want to help them but you do not want to come off sounding condescending.  The following list was created to help people learn some of the things that they should not say to a depressed person.

Some items on the list were suggested by other people, some were ones that I have heard, and others were found on the internet.

  1. I heard this one after trying to commit suicide- You are too smart to do something so stupid.
  2. suggested by @mindinflux  – Pull yourself together.
  3. suggested by @mindinflux – Cheer up love, it might never happen.
  4. suggested by @monkeywithglasses – Cheer up, its not so bad.
  5. suggested by @monkeywithglasses –  Life is great, look at the sky see the birds, and smiles. All said in a cheerful voice
  6. suggested by @witchyangl -If you had more faith in God you would not be depressed.
  7. It’s all in your mind.
  8. You have so much to be thankful for, why are you depressed?
  9. Happiness is a choice.
  10. You need to get out more.
  11. I know what you mean, I was depressed once for several days.
  12. Quit feeling sorry for yourself.  Go out and help other people and you won’t have time to be depressed.
  13. I am tired of hearing you talk about it. Just get over it.

Demanding Change

I was reading something that Kimmie Smith had written about why trying to change another person does not work and something clicked in my head.  What occurred to me was that in my efforts to create a perfect environment for me to get the most out of my depression recovery process, I had been demanding that the people around me change.

I knew I had to change so that I could get a handle on my depression. However, I had no right to demand that the people around me change as well.  I could ask them to consider changing in certain ways that would make our relationship healthier. It had to be their choice, not something that they felt like I was forcing them to do.

I also realized that some of the boundaries that I had set up were not really boundaries at all, they were actually demands to force people to do things my way.  No wonder my boundary setting has been met with such resistance.  By making my boundaries demands, I was stomping all over someone else’s boundaries.

Sometimes I feel kind of alone in this dilemma, as if I am the only person who really messes up when it comes to setting boundaries or demanding my family change to suit my needs.  All of this is so new to me, that there are times when I feel like I am doing it all wrong.

Once again, I am headed back tot he drawing board.  I need to rearrange some thinking and figure out a better way to set my boundaries.  I am curious to find out if anyone else has had similar issues when they were/are going through their own mental health recovery.  Demanding change, instead of asking?

Out Of Town

I am heading to my parents place sometime tomorrow.  Remember when I told you about their Bat problem?  This is the weekend they are hoping to get things moved to their new place.  My husband volunteered his services, so after he gets back into town tomorrow morning, we will be heading down to Augusta.  Mom and dad do have internet, however, I am not sure if it will be hooked up and available.  If it is, I will be blogging as usual, if not then I will obviously be absent for a few days.

Please remember me in your prayers.  I really do not want any bats flying around my head.