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I’ve been thinking a lot about how to be the best bipolar me and what my father’s advice to me would be.
The first time I told him I was suicidal, he merely said to pull myself up by my bootstraps. I resented the hell out of it. I felt powerless to do anything about my situation and my father insinuating that all I had to do is pull myself up was, I thought, disillusioning on his part. I was suffering from bipolar disorder and it was out of my control. How could I then control it when it controlled me?
Amanda_HP
A common problem every parent faces is how to assess and deal with behavior problems in children. Unfortunately, kids don't come with a manual and most of us learn parenting skills from our own parents and how they raised us. Sometimes, that's not enough when you're dealing with a child who presents special parenting challenges.
Can exercise be an effective alternative ADHD treatment? Will I ever get up off the couch to find out?
I love all of the comments that I receive. On my last post about the benefits of yoga, I received a couple of comments I thought were worth discussing. The first is from Sue Best, and she addresses implementing a yoga workout at her office,
"One of my work colleagues organised yoga after work and it is a great success. Some people even fall asleep at the relaxation at the end, which is a wonder, because our workplace is fraught and can be frantic.
After two weeks of viral fun, I finally emerge into the sunlight slightly pudgy and pasty, but ready to introduce myself to the world in my first YouTube video. It’s not bad enough to go viral, but gosh! It’s not good.
My father was a beautiful man, but he passed away this past August. I thought then that I was coping with his death by not trying to think too much about it and carry on with my life. Instead, it triggered a bipolar depression that lasted from then until now. I didn’t expect to have to deal with his death this past year. I expected him to be sick, but I always thought that I had more time with him.
I have bad dreams pretty much every night. They take place in different locations, with different people, but the nightmare is always the same. I am desperately trying to get people from my past to accept and love me. Despite my best attempts, I am always rejected. Everyone always hates me and I feel completely worthless and unworthy to be around anyone. When I wake up, I feel sad and depressed. Not my favorite way to start the day.
When everyday my ToDo list is filled with ToDidn’ts, here’s how I keep my spirits up.
I hope my bipolar can get better; I dream to be free of bipolar disorder. Oxford dictionary defines hope as an expectation and a desire combined. It's synonyms are wish, ambition and dream. I dream of sunshine, freshly mowed grass and the absence of bipolar disorder. Can my dream become a reality? Can my bipolar get better? How can I accomplish this?
There you are knee deep in errands and you suddenly remember what it is you forgot to do last night before you went to bed. Quick! Write it down before you forget! Until I learned to do this simple act, many wonderful ideas were lost to the ether—never to be thought again. A reader suggests one way to prevent that from happening.