as our society seems to be
I gain much
a deeper consciousness of myself.
I often find out what’s really going on
and sometimes even find answers to questions
a deeper attunement to nature,
discovering an awe and wonder
at the beautiful gift
Solitude affords me
a deeper relationship with the transcendent
(the numinous, the divine, the spiritual)
beyond the noisy man-made limits
of religious doctrine, dogma, rules, regulations, rites, and rituals.
increases my creativity,
providing me nuggets of wisdom
which inspire and excite me.
I find an increased sense of freedom,
not bound by noisy harangues.
I have found that
between good ideas
and non-stop talkers
less than zero.
It seems that
life’s stumbling blocks
can only be turned into
Kind permission to share this with you: John Chuchman received Thu, 4 Jan 2018
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( My husband has Bipolar Affective disorder, brought on by his epilepsy. During episodes of Mania he experiences hallucination. When depressed he hears people talking about him when they are not or may not be there. He has been Experiencing the depression since aged 17. He can be Paranoid, even against me- his wife…) This is the reason I reblogged this Post
My Fourth Honest Post
I have had a lot of time to reflect today. After last nights panic attack that almost landed me in the hospital, I spend most of the day in bed, mostly thinking about the causes of my anxiety.
It’s funny. I have been working toward so many goals this year. I started this blog because it was a requirement for a class I was taking. It was creating my writer’s platform. A place to share the parts of myself that were both as a writer and as someone with a mental illness. It has been an amazing journey for me. The people that have touched my life through their own sharing of their own stories.
I have tried to create a blog much like what The Bipolar Writer in the past, it has become over these past few months something I have never imagined. I had no expectations that this place would become a place to really talk about mental illness, not just my own story.
I never thought I would be an advocate. I mean three years ago I thoug..[ ]
via My Fourth Honest Post
I give thanks for love;
It brings me significance, meaning,
and love in return.
I give thanks for truth;
It brings me guidance and direction.
I give thanks for compassion;
It brings me and others help and comfort,
I give thanks for courage;
It brings me stability and strength.
I give thanks for kindness;
It brings me sustenance and meaning.
I give thanks for setbacks;
Their hidden meaning brings me opportunity for growth.
I give thanks for people: family, friends, and others;
In relationship with them,
I reach the fullness of my humanity.
I give thanks for forgiveness;
it brings freedom.
I give thanks for beauty displayed in the earth.
It brings me joy and delight.
I give thanks for humor;
It brings perspective to my life.
I give thanks for Being;
I am nothing.
Peace, Peace, peace
I walked around with a gun in my hand
Looking for Peace
Please, please, please
Would someone show me Peace?
I met a boy and I asked him
If he had any Peace
He said, “I only have a little drum for a toy
I play it all the time
It helps the day pass away
But Peace? No, Sir. I haven’t heard of that toy
You might as well go ahead and ask some other boy”
I went ahead with a gun in my hand
Looking for Peace[ pacet et bene]
Source: Peace, Peace, Peace | Frank Solanki