Posted by songtothesirens on November 23, 2014
Posted by songtothesirens on November 22, 2014
This is sooooo how icky I have been feeling recently. Every frame of this cartoon has been me for a while.
Please leave your comments on the original writer and artist’s blog. I, myself, cannot draw :)
Posted by songtothesirens on November 21, 2014
Please leave comments on the original. Reblogged on songtothesirens.com
Originally posted on Mum C writes:
I am here
Here as always
Diligently at post
No need to ask me to leave
I am the immortal boss
Who’ll be here long after you’re gone
So bear with me
For this is my place
I come with sun
Which you can utilise
Your nature will determine my gift each day
Smile, work hard and love in respect
And I’ll reward you
In the full glare of all eyes
To the clear hearing of all ears
And give mouths praises to pound
In mortars of jealousy
You know who I am
I am the brand new day
Greet me with hope
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
Posted by songtothesirens on November 14, 2014
Therapists ought to be required to work in prisons before they can work with the general public. Mine worked in the prison system fro 10+ years before going into private practice, and let me tell you, she is one tough lady. If you have to apologize to her, look out, you will probably end up in tears and feeling as humble as ever. Congratulations to the mother who wrote this. Please leave comments on the original blog post. Thank you!!
Originally posted on Yes, I Really Did Just Say That.:
To My Son’s Therapist,
I do not pay you to placate my son. I do not pay you to be his best friend. I don’t pay you to “be on anyone’s side,” not mine or his. I send him to you because he needs to talk, or I need help with something.
Autism, ADHD, Aspergers, blah, blah, blah, they are all a real bitch. And, frankly, we need some help. Hell, it’s 2014, who doesn’t?
I found a way in my budget and schedule to bring my kid to you over the past 3 years, because I thought you might be of the right frame of mind to be reasonable with someone who is otherwise quite UNreasonable about 90% of the day, not just from ASD/ADHD, but because he’s a raging, pre-pubescent, hormonal mess half the time, too.
I sat there today and listened to my kid say some pretty…
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Posted by songtothesirens on October 30, 2014
This article makes my childhood and many of my subsequent relationships make sense…. Please leave comments on the original blog post. Thank you!
Originally posted on Let Me Reach with Kim Saeed:
Fear of abandonment. It can destroy your life if left unchecked; especially so if you are in a relationship with a suspected Narcissist.
Narcissists use this fear to keep you in a perpetual cycle of anxiety, causing you to crave their return when they give you the Silent Treatment, knowing they can do whatever they please and you will take them back with little opposition. You might verbalize your dislike of their choice and explain how hurtful it is, but take away words and the fact is that they insert themselves back into your life with barely a hitch.
What many victims of narcissistic abuse confuse for love is really a manifestation of their fear of abandonment, which has been magnified by frequent silent treatments, as well as the devalue and discard phases carried out by their abusive partner(s). As a result, they remain in a constant state of…
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Posted by songtothesirens on October 28, 2014
I ran across a picture that I know I have posted before, but it seems to sum up how I am feeling (or not) today. It is not directed at people in general, but rather, myself in my odd non-mood state. There has to be a name for that…..
Posted by songtothesirens on October 25, 2014
Upon being awakened by my very sweet and well meaning cat this morning far earlier than I would have preferred, I did my normal rounds of turning on lights, opening blinds and making coffee (can’t wake up without it, the light thing was my psychiatrist’s idea to clear the Seroquel fog I experience every morning), I find that I am in no mood state. I am neither depressed nor am I manic. I do not know if this is comfortable or not as I do not experience the lack of mood very often. I am not sad, I am not happy. I am not satisfied, I am not dissatisfied. I am not motivated, but I am not unmotivated either. I do not know what to do with myself. I suppose some people would think this state of being to be preferable to the normal ups and downs of a rapid-cycling bipolar who lives in mixed-episode world. However, somehow it just isn’t. I feel like someone gave me Haldol or Thorazine, and I just do not care about a damn thing because I have been sedated. I feel like I could easily spend the day staring at the wall thinking random and rather unimportant thoughts.
I think this feeling is described well as feeling “meh”. Although I have looked outside, and it appears that it will be another beautiful Indian summer kind of day, I have no feeling about that either although it would be a great day to go bike riding, or sit outside and read. Is this what feeling “normal” is like? If so, I do not like it. I feel like someone lobotomized me in my sleep. I want my gently rocking sea back. This flat calm just won’t do. I am too used to going a little bit up and then a little bit down. I have no idea what to do about this. I want my sine wave back; I like the gentle ups and downs of mixed-episode world. Most people that I have met personally would welcome this feeling of normalcy, but I have never felt normal, and therefore, it is not a place I want to be. Everyone else’s abnormal is my baseline. Maybe as the day progresses, feeling will return. Perhaps, I should just enjoy feeling no emotional ups and downs. They’ll be back anyway.
Posted by songtothesirens on October 25, 2014