Yes, our yearly pilgrimage to Galvston is here again. A group of us grrls from church take over a beach house for a week and enjoy salt water, sand, shells, dead things and free ferry rides, along with whatever else catches our fancy. Truth be told, the real reason I pack up my stuff and leave my animal babies for a week to drive ten hours to South Texas is the company. They're a great bunch of gals, and in three summers I have been part of the Galveston group, I can honestly say I have never had a day that sucked.
Now if I could just get the salt water out of my ears...
Monday, August 23, 2010
Saturday, July 24, 2010
'Tis a gift to be simple
I am taking a week off from interpreting to try my hand at something completely different: cooking for Peace Camp! Five days, five lunches, 25 people. I can do it, with the help of my 14 year-old sous chef! This is gonna be fun!
When I planned my menu, I had two things in mind: balance and simplicity. That means, no processed ingredients, and everything made from scratch (except for mayonnaise, the making of which requires patience, skill and a wicked stirring arm!) If these kids are like most Americans, a majority of their food is processed with sugar, fat and salt, and rarely eaten as a true family-style meal. So for my part of Peace Camp, I can provide them with good, home-cooked food while they learn about how to solve conflicts without violence and how to value themselves as the briliiant creations that they are!!!
When I planned my menu, I had two things in mind: balance and simplicity. That means, no processed ingredients, and everything made from scratch (except for mayonnaise, the making of which requires patience, skill and a wicked stirring arm!) If these kids are like most Americans, a majority of their food is processed with sugar, fat and salt, and rarely eaten as a true family-style meal. So for my part of Peace Camp, I can provide them with good, home-cooked food while they learn about how to solve conflicts without violence and how to value themselves as the briliiant creations that they are!!!
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
I was so busy I forgot to blog!
Celebrating Gay Pride. Working. Watching stuff on Netflix. Singing. Making hats. Coffee with Betsy. Therapy. Thinking up meals for Peace Camp. Picking vegetables from the garden. Loving all the animals in the house. Dreaming of Galveston. Thinking of how to help a friend in need. Figuring out my car stereo. Going to church. Thinking of how to cut matted hair off a really old cat. Admiring my new wooden sea turtle that Kathy brought back from Padre Island. Cleaning my room. Wondering where I can cash in a bunch of change without paying a 10% surcharge. Laughing at how much fun it was for Betsy and I to buzz each other's heads. Watching Top Chef with Erin. Talking shop with Will. Looking for hummingbirds. Catching baby guineas. Taking out of town trips in my trusty car, Hank. Listening to the rain. Doing the next right thing.
Thanking the Creator for all the things that keep me so busy.
Thanking the Creator for all the things that keep me so busy.
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Better Living Through Chemistry
For all those living with a mental illness, the fun surrounding taking medications to control that illness is never-ending. Sometimes the meds make you sleepy, make you dull, kill your sex drive and cause weight gain. Unlike phsycial ailments, there are no quantifiable tests to determine is a psych medication is working. The success or failure of a medication is based solely on the person's assessment on whether or not you feel better.
That's the mess I am in. For over a year now, I have been taking three to four different medications to help with my depression. Depending on the circumstances of my life at the time, I would say the medication helps, or doesn't help. If nothing is going on, I feel OK. However, a slight bump in the road or a situation that is difficult for me to handle (large crowds, meeting new people, etc) will cause me to go into somewhat of a tail spin. The bigger the stressor, the worse the spinout. Meds don't seem to be helping at all with my reaction to stressors, even good ones. And sometimes, even if things are going well, I still feel depressed for reasons I can't explain.
I have no insurance, so I am going through the public mental health system, which has some serious flaws. It is overwhelmed, underfunded and their services are not well coordinated. A month after I got out of the crisis center, I still didn't have a case manager or a treatment plan. I also see a psychiatrist for about 5 minutes once every couple of months, and she asks me the same three questions: any side effects, do you want to kill yourself, and do you see/hear things that aren't there. If I answer "no" to those questions, I am sent about my merry way with refills. Remember those spinouts I referred to earlier? I mentioned them to my "drug dealer" a few months ago. She responded by adding more medication, both of which are used to treat bipolar disorder. The latter was a strong anti-psychotic that left me dull and confused most of the time. I quit taking it after a few weeks, but my psychiatrist wants me to resume the medication so she could see how I behaved on it.
I don't really know at this point how much of my depression is organic (caused by a chemical imbalance in my brain) and how much stems from the fact that my life is in limbo right now, and a therapist is taking me on a guided tour through pretty much the worst experiences of my life thus far. Lately I have been asking myself if the feelings I experience are truly from me, or are they from the medications? I just don't have a sure answer right now.
That's the mess I am in. For over a year now, I have been taking three to four different medications to help with my depression. Depending on the circumstances of my life at the time, I would say the medication helps, or doesn't help. If nothing is going on, I feel OK. However, a slight bump in the road or a situation that is difficult for me to handle (large crowds, meeting new people, etc) will cause me to go into somewhat of a tail spin. The bigger the stressor, the worse the spinout. Meds don't seem to be helping at all with my reaction to stressors, even good ones. And sometimes, even if things are going well, I still feel depressed for reasons I can't explain.
I have no insurance, so I am going through the public mental health system, which has some serious flaws. It is overwhelmed, underfunded and their services are not well coordinated. A month after I got out of the crisis center, I still didn't have a case manager or a treatment plan. I also see a psychiatrist for about 5 minutes once every couple of months, and she asks me the same three questions: any side effects, do you want to kill yourself, and do you see/hear things that aren't there. If I answer "no" to those questions, I am sent about my merry way with refills. Remember those spinouts I referred to earlier? I mentioned them to my "drug dealer" a few months ago. She responded by adding more medication, both of which are used to treat bipolar disorder. The latter was a strong anti-psychotic that left me dull and confused most of the time. I quit taking it after a few weeks, but my psychiatrist wants me to resume the medication so she could see how I behaved on it.
I don't really know at this point how much of my depression is organic (caused by a chemical imbalance in my brain) and how much stems from the fact that my life is in limbo right now, and a therapist is taking me on a guided tour through pretty much the worst experiences of my life thus far. Lately I have been asking myself if the feelings I experience are truly from me, or are they from the medications? I just don't have a sure answer right now.
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Home Security
It has been twelve days since the Great Move. I have unpacked, gone on a weekend retreat, survived a hail storm, made chicken curry, blown up a car and purchased a new one. I have affectionately named him (yes, this car is a male) Hank Lanyott. I have even managed to put in some work hours. Clearly, the last several days have been full of physical and emotional upheaval.
Key for me is the issue of security, the feeling that, generally, everything is okay and the world is not a scary place. In spite of moving in with a good friend, I don't feel secure. I am not in my own space. I recently made the decision to file for disability, which is completely counter to my family culture of never needing help and working full time (or more) to earn as much money as possible. My relationship with my family remains tenuous and distant. I don't believe I can trust them with my feelings or my resources because they seem to be wrapped up in their own lives. (I recently "sold" my sister a refrigerator, for which I have not seen a dime.) Even the outpouring of love and support from my friends is simultaneously a joyous and overwhelmingly alien experience.
Living in insecurity is frightening and depressing. My insecurities and the accompanying feelings of mistrust overwhelm me much of the time, making me generally a less pleasant person to be around. A friend who falls asleep in the afternoon when she promised to help me do something is not a simple faux pas to my subconscious. It brings to mind the dozen or so broken promises my mother made to me while I was growing up. Living with a roommate reminds me of the three other times my roommates' chaos sent my life spinning into a turmoil of its own. Even buying my current car (which is running fine, save for minor touchiness of reverse gear) gave me memories of so many times I have purchased something another person recommended, only to find I have been tricked or taken advantage of in some way.
Boy, on paper I sound quite paranoid. The truth is, I probably am. I haven't yet learned in my heart that, just because one situation goes bad it doesn't mean that every situation similar will end the same way. My mother broke promises, my sister broke promises. That doesn't mean a good friend will do the same. My friend succumbed to the body's natural need for sleep. That doesn't mean she is going to abandon or ignore me. The car I bought from a dealer turned out to be a piece of crap that blew up after only six or seven months. That doesn't mean Hank won't be a reliable ride for many years to come (he does have 176,000 miles on him, so let's not get crazy). In my rational, analytical mind I can see all these things. It's just that the emotional side of me has a long way to catch up.
So for now, I am keeping the coloring books handy for those times when I am feeling overwhelmed and mistrustful when there is no reason to be. It is time for me to start slowly building my own sense of security, be it at home or anywhere else.
Key for me is the issue of security, the feeling that, generally, everything is okay and the world is not a scary place. In spite of moving in with a good friend, I don't feel secure. I am not in my own space. I recently made the decision to file for disability, which is completely counter to my family culture of never needing help and working full time (or more) to earn as much money as possible. My relationship with my family remains tenuous and distant. I don't believe I can trust them with my feelings or my resources because they seem to be wrapped up in their own lives. (I recently "sold" my sister a refrigerator, for which I have not seen a dime.) Even the outpouring of love and support from my friends is simultaneously a joyous and overwhelmingly alien experience.
Living in insecurity is frightening and depressing. My insecurities and the accompanying feelings of mistrust overwhelm me much of the time, making me generally a less pleasant person to be around. A friend who falls asleep in the afternoon when she promised to help me do something is not a simple faux pas to my subconscious. It brings to mind the dozen or so broken promises my mother made to me while I was growing up. Living with a roommate reminds me of the three other times my roommates' chaos sent my life spinning into a turmoil of its own. Even buying my current car (which is running fine, save for minor touchiness of reverse gear) gave me memories of so many times I have purchased something another person recommended, only to find I have been tricked or taken advantage of in some way.
Boy, on paper I sound quite paranoid. The truth is, I probably am. I haven't yet learned in my heart that, just because one situation goes bad it doesn't mean that every situation similar will end the same way. My mother broke promises, my sister broke promises. That doesn't mean a good friend will do the same. My friend succumbed to the body's natural need for sleep. That doesn't mean she is going to abandon or ignore me. The car I bought from a dealer turned out to be a piece of crap that blew up after only six or seven months. That doesn't mean Hank won't be a reliable ride for many years to come (he does have 176,000 miles on him, so let's not get crazy). In my rational, analytical mind I can see all these things. It's just that the emotional side of me has a long way to catch up.
So for now, I am keeping the coloring books handy for those times when I am feeling overwhelmed and mistrustful when there is no reason to be. It is time for me to start slowly building my own sense of security, be it at home or anywhere else.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Settling down
Three days ago a bunch of friends from church showed up at my apartment, and in three hours had all my stuff moved to either storage or to my new home, Kathy's house. Since that time I have had to rearrange almost every aspect of my life to accomodate my new surroundings, including another dog and no wi-fi until Kathy can remember or reset the password.
First, I am very thankful to all the people who have helped and continue to help me through this very tumultuous time. On Saturday I wasn't able to thank properly all the people who helped me move. I tried as hard as I could to keep it together, but in the end I found myself hiding in a back room hugging my cat and crying my eyes out while everyone else got the rest of my stuff unloaded and went on their way. Thank you cards are definitely in order.
I hate that I can't keep myself under control for a simple move, or that the kindness of friends still overwhelms me with mixed feelings of gratitude and unworthiness. My good friend has opened up her home to me with no hesitation, sharing her beautiful surroundings as a place for me to recenter and decide what the next step should be. For now, I content myself with "nesting", cooking meals, unpacking and organizing my surroundings and hoping that a feeling of security and safety might find me in this new environment.
First, I am very thankful to all the people who have helped and continue to help me through this very tumultuous time. On Saturday I wasn't able to thank properly all the people who helped me move. I tried as hard as I could to keep it together, but in the end I found myself hiding in a back room hugging my cat and crying my eyes out while everyone else got the rest of my stuff unloaded and went on their way. Thank you cards are definitely in order.
I hate that I can't keep myself under control for a simple move, or that the kindness of friends still overwhelms me with mixed feelings of gratitude and unworthiness. My good friend has opened up her home to me with no hesitation, sharing her beautiful surroundings as a place for me to recenter and decide what the next step should be. For now, I content myself with "nesting", cooking meals, unpacking and organizing my surroundings and hoping that a feeling of security and safety might find me in this new environment.
Monday, May 3, 2010
Busy Busy Busy
I just slammed a fistful of happy pills, and I am ready to hit the ground running! I caught a break this morning when my client called in sick. Suddenly I have an entire day free to do whatever I want. OK...that's a lie. I have an entire day to do what I NEED to do before I bid this apartment goodbye. I have to make my car payment, cash some checks, do my invoices, find a storage place, look for an area rug and curtain, pack, get flea preventative for my dog, and remember to harvest my agave on my virtual farm! And people wonder why I can't shut off my brain.
You wanna know what the last thing that really tripped me out was? I forgot to feed my dog on my virtual farm, and she ran away! Now she is in the virtual pound, and I don't have the 2 farmbucks I need to get her out. I have almost a million coins, but no...the pound wants FARMBUCKS! So my poor computer puppy sits in doggy jail until either 2 farmbucks magically appear in my Farmville account, or the programmers decide to let people use coins to let owners bail their puppies out of the pound. I couldn't keep track of feeding a computer puppy? And I'm actually sad about it? How screwed up is that???? Forget that I only lack three bricks to finish my nursery (which I don't really know why I started building, except people started sending me building materials for it). My poor virtual puppy is in jail! And to make matters worse, people are still sending me kibble and treats!!!
OK...back to reality. Thank you for letting me go off on that happy little tangent. Good thing it's time to go see my therapist. :)
You wanna know what the last thing that really tripped me out was? I forgot to feed my dog on my virtual farm, and she ran away! Now she is in the virtual pound, and I don't have the 2 farmbucks I need to get her out. I have almost a million coins, but no...the pound wants FARMBUCKS! So my poor computer puppy sits in doggy jail until either 2 farmbucks magically appear in my Farmville account, or the programmers decide to let people use coins to let owners bail their puppies out of the pound. I couldn't keep track of feeding a computer puppy? And I'm actually sad about it? How screwed up is that???? Forget that I only lack three bricks to finish my nursery (which I don't really know why I started building, except people started sending me building materials for it). My poor virtual puppy is in jail! And to make matters worse, people are still sending me kibble and treats!!!
OK...back to reality. Thank you for letting me go off on that happy little tangent. Good thing it's time to go see my therapist. :)
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