Something GOOD on the internet - came across this the other day and wanted to share it with whoever could use it. Advice from a Klingon therapist:
the battle against mental illness cannot be won decisively. It is a long campaign against an enemy who never tires, whose forces swell to twice their size whenever you look away. Battle against a foe of such magnitude, who occupies your very mind … every moment you survive is a triumph against all odds. There is no more honorable combat.
I've been dealing with depression from an early age, so the struggle goes on.
I'm a single parent again.
I'm sorry for the ongoing gut-punches. I hope that Matilda is okay.
I got a Harry and David catalogue in the mail yesterday and realized I don’t have to buy my mom a Christmas present this year.
Ugh. I still get those kind of reminders of my mom 7 years later. Often on road trips because my mind tells me I have to call Mom and let her know I have arrived at whatever destination because it was always required behavior no matter how old we were. Habits linger.
I'm well past the days of Pushing Through, like my cross-country drive from Boston to Sacramento where we did the Nebraska to Reno leg straight through in 24 hours.
Indeed. We considered it a badge of honor to make the trip straight through for years, either alone or switching with another driver. 24 hours FL-NY. In the spring I did it in 2 days bringing my son's car up and I was actually seeing double by the time I got to NY. My car is a lot easier because of the autodrive and the forced rest periods of 15-30 minutes for charging. The mini naps help a lot. The charging adds about 5-1/2 hours to the overall trip.
A lot of the reason, besides my eyes, to take three days is the cat. She is quiet and calm all day, but as soon as it gets dark she starts to cry loudly that she has had enough. I promised myself it would be 3 days from now on.
Oatmeal: And now I want to find a Klingon therapist!
I think you need to take a mid-day nap today to test the mattress. It makes no sense to wait until evening.
Your wisdom is unparalleled!
well, it looks like our robot overlords aren't going to take over soon.
New mattresses are awesome. I'm a little sheepish about how much I love our mattress.
Last night when we were straightening up around the bed so the delivery guys wouldn't trip and die on piles of books (me) and pillows (Tim*), I realized it was 10:45 and we didn't have clean sheets to put on the new mattress, and I damn well wasn't going to wash sheets at 10:45 pm. My sweet potato of a brain couldn't take the next logical step, so I told Tim, "Well, I'm just going to put the dirty sheets back on the new mattress. We'll live."
It took until this morning for my sweet potato brain to realize that I could just wash a load of sheets *today,* because as long as I got the bed remade before bedtime, it's all good. So the new mattress is now all set up with clean sheets and ready for bedtime and/or naptime.
*(Part of why we got the new mattress is because Tim has been using a combination of 4 pillows [not counting the one he lays his head on] to support him so he can sleep in a comfortable position. He basically sleeps in a pillow fort, but with the new mattress, he should be able to ditch at least 2 of the pillows.)
