Showing posts with label mental health. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mental health. Show all posts

Fight Fire With Water

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If your honest you can admit that revenge feels good. It's only natural to want to fight someone who hurt others but I've always hated the phrase fight fire with fire; don't most people use water...

For a while I did not know how to turn the other cheek. Then I started working with people who'd been diagnosed with a traumatic brain injury. I've had clients hit, spit, choke and sexually harass me. As an employee I was not allowed to retaliate, instead staff had a mandatory training course where we the learn steps to take to help deescalate a client's intense and sometimes scary temperament. There I learned to see the bad behaviors as separate from the good people who wronged me.

It became easy to forgive my clients because I knew about their injury and my heart went out to them; in a way their bad behaviors were acceptable, though never justified. It also helped that a major part of my job was to institute consequences for bad behavior; the clients had motivation to exchange offensive behavior for better communication skills. The longer I worked in the field, the stronger my affection grew for people who's actions were often hurtful.

I have many fond memories of my clients and the things that I've learned in those days. One thing that I've learned is that all people have egos and baggage that lead them to react inconsiderately sometimes. So what do you don't have your agitator's medical history. It helps to first have a strong motivation to stay calm and to believe that there is strength in patience. When you think that something important is in jeopardy anger becomes our can of spinach. Taking in anger, instead of observing it, gets you prepared to fight. However when anger comes from within it helps us to see what boundaries need to be set to prevent future attacks. It also helps us to see grace as a powerful weapon against injustice.

Of course I'm not perfect; I'm still learning how to accept people unconditionally. One thing that helps me to have patience is to think about moments in my life that my action resemble, even vaguely, the agitator's offense. Armed with humility I find it easier to imagine why the person may react in a negative way. This practice usually leads to empathy and help me to become aware of the best way to handle the situation.






Sometimes fighting fire with fire is necessary, like when there's not access to water or when the fire is too big to manage. In other words you may have to fight from time to time, with words or occasionally to physically defend yourself. When you need to react quickly the adrenaline from fear or anger will help... But if you have some patience handy I still say try that first : )

Mindless Moments

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I believe that mediation is a great way to bring balance and peace to life. However, as of lately, I've found it increasingly difficult to make time to quiet my mind and be still. Even when I do put meditation into my schedule my mind is so consumed with thoughts and feelings that moments of awarness still seem elusive...and it shows.

...You know the moments in life where you are barely functioning because for you are too preoccupied increases the likelyhood of you making a huge mistake. Being present, aware or mindful lessens embarrasing or even dangerous behaviors.

Don't worry. I'm not defeated, but I am a little overwhelmed and off balanced. Instead of sharing meditation practices I thought I would share some of oops to inspire you take time to smell the roses and connect with yourself.

(Warning: Some of the moments bellow might gross you out. So if you have a weak stomach or a critical nature, you might want to skip my mindless moments and read Introduction To Mindfulness instead.)


Mindless Moments

  1. One day while eating I noticed some food on the floor. I was sitting in a chair with wheels so I wiped the food up with my napkin started to roll towards the trash can but end up running over my cats tail in the process. I apologized to Tink profusely then continued eating. When I wiped my mouth I was startled by the all the hair on my lips. I realized that I never threw away the orginal napkin that now had lots of cat hair on it...Yuck!
  2. My husband was driving while and I was on the passagner side enjoying the view when a big ugly bug flew into the car and landed on my leg. As a reflex I opened the door only to hear my husband say calmly, "Don't do that." Those words caught my attention and I become aware that I was opening up a car door on the freeway...Scary!
  3. When I worked in the health care I had some medical responsibilties. For instance I'd suctionthrough my client's tracheostomy a few times a day.Then I would to clean out the suction containor that holds salivia and mucus. One day two coworkers were talking close to the sink where I emptied and washed out the suciton containor. I felt confused when I noticed one them gaging while the other one was looked disgusted. They both shared this respobitlty to I though they would be use to this process . I apologized but thought they should have been use to the sight by now. Two days later my mind replayed the previous incident and I realized that the real problem was that I was cleaning the suction container in the kitchen sink, not in the bathroom...Sick!
  4. One winter morning I had to start my car to warm the engine and decided to wait inside. After about 10 minutes I went outside to leave but realized I'd locked my only set of keys in the car. I was so embarrassed when I gave a reason for why I would be late for work.
  5. When I was fifteen love swiming so I could not resist an invition to the beach with my family and a couple of guys close to my age. I did not bring a bathing suit so I had borrow one from my aunt; it was a little big but it fit okay. My aunt stayed on the sand as we swam. It was so much fun until I wanted to impress the guys by showing them how long I could stay underwater. When I finally sprung up from the water all I noticed was two huge smiles and a swelling of pride because I out swam the fellas. It took about 20 seconds for me to realize that they were inpressed not by my swimming, but because my swimsuit fell down exposing my chest.


Did you laugh? It's okay, I laugh at myself all the time. I've accepted that I might be crazy.

Can you relate? If so share some of you mindless moments or meditation tips.

True Meaning of Meditation

Sogyal Rinpoche explains that there is much more to meditation than saying mantras and burning incense. Find out more - http://www.rigpa.org/



Meditation is the highway home- Dolano speaks of her own experience with meditation, and what true meditation is. She confirms that one has to go far away from home in order to come back and value what is- simply what is. This is an audio excerpt from one of Dolano's open satsangs; see www.dolano.com for info on her intensive satsangs.




How often do you meditate? How have you made your meditation an unique or special experience?

My First Panic Attack

Girl, Interrupted

I wish that I had someone to warn me about all the scary things to come. I've been through a few extreme situations in my life, but if prepared I can usually react in a smart way that keeps me safe. I believe, however, all the preparation in the world cannot properly prepare anyone for their first panic attack.

Although I was a lover of all things psychology, I was ignorant of the existence of panic attacks. For the most part I've had an easy life; the hardest thing I had to deal with was my parents' divorce and I am pretty proud of the way that I handled it.

As a kid I tried to stay under the radar by blending in, but I was underwhelmed in school. Elementary school left me avoiding homework and studying, but I still walked away with a nearly flawless report card. Middle school was a little different. I attended a public school that did not give traditional grades and model itself on self motivation; there I could give myself my spelling test, determine how much homework I would complete in science and participate in accelerated math classes without being promoted. It prepared me for high school by helping to feel excited about school and learning how to push myself, but I also got good at finding the loop holes and if something did not interest me, or was hard for me, I found a way to the bare minimum but still get good grades.

High school was a completely different experience. I faired decent in my freshman year but soon discovered that if I wanted to keep my head above water I would have to work for it. The teacher that helped me learn this the quickest was Mrs. Branch, my chemistry teacher. The first day I walked into her classroom was like any other day. I laughed and talked to my friend as I found a desk that was not too close, but not too far from the front of the classroom. Upon seating down I notice her, my teacher with her eyes fixed to the attendance book, waiting for the bell to ring so she could start the roll call. Without a smile and very little eye contact she called name and check them off one by one.

Above all, my friend

She handed out our syllabus and proceeds to explain how she only gives out two grades, A's or F's. If we make one mistake on or lab assignments, we will earn an F. If we fail to turn in a homework assignment we earn a F. I we get one wrong answer on a quiz we will also earn a F. All semester I shared with my fellow students how I hated Mrs. Branch. She was sooooooo mean, can you imagine having a teacher that never smiles. Instead of yelling at you to be quiet she pierces your heart with a death stare that would scare most convicts. I survived Mrs. Branch class with a C, and I had to fight for it; I proclaimed to all who would listen that I would never take a class by that woman again.

Two semesters later I ate humble pie as I step into Mrs. Branch's classroom. Scared for my life, and my GPA, I dedicated myself to trying to push myself and to attain an A in her class. It was there that I discovered a fond appreciate for Chemistry and for studying. I lead my lab projects and aced most assignments by shear will. It was never easy but I loved every minute of it. One day during lab I was getting frustrated because of a lab assignment. It was toward the end of the semester and I could not figure out the next step.

I was struggling to find the right solution when a surge of pain heated my chest. My heart started palpating and I experienced shortness of breath. At first I tried to ignore it but the pain was so intense that I was doubled over, gripping my chest and turning red. "OH NO! I'm having a heart attack", I thought! I tried to put a brave face for my worried lab partners and I headed towards the teacher. With an anxious tone and fear stained expression I told Mrs. Branch of my symptoms while imagining her running down the hallway to call 911. To my surprise she told me to sit beside her and explained to me that I was having a panic attack. Though this term was unfamiliar to me, I surmised its meaning and did as she instructed. I really thought it was a heart attack, but her confidence persuaded me and I knew that I would be okay. By the end of the class my heart rate returned to normal, and so did my breathing. I was so grateful for Mrs. Branch's guidance and genuine concern.

From that point on I learned to appreciate Mrs. Branch. She knew that most students were capable of at lot more than they gave themselves credit. If status quo is an option most people will do the bare minimum when they think that something is outside of their interest. Now I think differently of teachers that require very little effort for an A+; they've lost passion for teaching and their chosen subject and compensate by having low expectations for their students. Instead of asking other kids what are the easiest classes, I asked what the most interesting classes were. I also learned that panic attacks are temporary and usually brought on by being overly focused on some overwhelming problem. I only remember one other panic attack after that first incident, but I remained calm, and it did not last long. Thank you Mrs. Branch, I will never forget you.

What about you? What teacher had a major impact in your life and taught you something that you carried with you throughout your life?

Introduction To Mindfulness


I stopped going to church about 2 years ago. I became a church member when I was 22 year-old and I thought of the church as my family. I loved church and it was a great sorce of learning and love. I was able to accomplish things that I htought were impossible for me. However, over a 6 year process, I started to find that my spirit felt heavy every time I attended a service. I knew that it was not the churches fault but I did not know what to do about it.

I thought that a short break might help, but I felt so much relief when I left I did not know when I should make my reentry. Instead I tried to find a new church that both me and my honey felt comfortable in. He found a church that he loved and I really enjoyed the service so we tried to make it home. It never become home for me, but soon felt like another burden. Finally, to my husband disappointment, I stop attending church all together. This time I felt no stress release, instead an the feeling become an unarticulated desire that left my soul feeling starved. I tried new Christian books, prayers, fasting and nothing seemed to work. I gave up for awhile and blamed it on the stress that I was experiencing at the time.

One restless night I went downstairs to sit in the dark alone. Instead of sitting I found myself kneeling and crying. Not the cute silent cry but the ugly loud cry that I thought would wake everyone up. With tears and persistence I cried out to God to help me find the thing that was missing in my spiritual life. I confessed to Him that I had no idea what it could be so I needed Him to make it easy for me to understand. Also I knew that I was very discouraged so I asked Him to help me stay motivated to follow his guidance. After what seemed like an hour of tearful prayers I felt calm and peaceful. When I feel down and out I have no problem asking God to baby me until I get stronger.

Later that day I watched Oprah and she revealed the next book club selection, A New Earth by Eckhart Tolle. I knew nothing about the book and assumed it was some brillant but complicated work of literature; why else would she provide free online classes for a book club? Although I'd never participated in Oprah's book club but knew I would this time. Later that night I had the book and read it with the anticipation of having my light bulb moment. By Chapter 2 I realized that A New Earth was my answered prayer. Not the book itself but the concept of awareness and the damaging effects of identifying with the ego.



I now understand that it is imporant to meditate and add awarness to your daily life. Since I don't have a spiritual guru handy I look for ways to learn the basics. One day I visted a blog called Country Contemplative and I came upon this presentation byJohn Kabat-Zinn. Just to warn you the video is 1 hour and 12 minute long presentation. If you are interested in mindfulness and meditation I think it is a great begining.


Read A Call to Conscious Evolution to find out more.

Terrific Thunderstorms


I used to be scared of thunderstorms. When I was nine years old I'd visualizing lighting striking and our house engulfed in flames. I did not climb into my parent's bed or shake from fear,but I did not feel peaceful. When it stormed at night, I’d sit in bed reassuring myself that my family would probably survive and that I should not worry. One day I decided that I was not going to be scared any more. I had no clue how to accomplish that, but I believed that I owned my feelings and thoughts, they did not own me.

That was a pivotal moment for me. I was always intrigued by the power of emotions versus the inner strength. Up until then my feelings and thoughts came and went as they pleased; I’d never wondered whether or not I had some say in those moments. Lucky for me I usally emote and think in the middle of the bell curve, rarely the extremes. Before I could feel and hear my heart pound after each rattle of thunder, now I found myself in awe of the beauty that God orchestrated. Instead of hiding and hoping for the best, I was drenched with exhilaration and appreciation.

I’ve had other moments like that where I felt uncomfortable with an emotion or noticed an inappropriate thought and decided to exchange it with feeling good and constructive. I did not understand then how I achieved but I think I have some insight now. The heart of each soul is mindfulness. Mindfulness comes when you can observe your thoughts and feelings without identifying with them. Mindfulness is the source of peace, courage and wisdom and the path of success.

I've had a wonderful life; I even suspect that some would consider me a little sheltered. However there was some sadness, some scares and some stumbles only the way. Writing about the hard times in my life is not intended to be a pity party but a powerful exchange: sharing losses that others can relate to, letting go of the things that still haunt me, and forgiving faults (mine as well as others). Some posts will be about the challenging times in my life, but I hope that you leave LL&L feeling refreshed and relieved. I thank God for every victory and for every tear. I can’t imagine where I’d be without His love and His power.


Top Ten Reason Why I Might Be Crazy

Insanity gets a bad rap. Anything taking out of context can seem insane. If a concept is new or hard for you to accept it is easy to brush it off as crazy. I know that my life has not been in the normal for quite some time, but I love it. After too many years of legalism and conformity I want to celebrate and share my craziness with you.


Top Ten List of Reasons Why I Might Be Crazy


10) I turned down by father's offer to pay for my wedding so that I could elope.

9) Depressing and creepy poetry makes me happy.

8) I used different voices on the phone when I was a telemarketer.

7) I felt grateful when homeless people sat next to me on the bus.

6) One day I pretended to be pregnant on a bus ride home from school.

5) I liked hitting my friends in middle school just for fun.

4) I use to talk to my gym shoes

3) I've seen more than my fair share of ghost

2) Some of my favorite clients have punched or sexually harassed me

And the number on reason why I might me crazy..... Drum Roll Please>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Rush


1) I share all my embarrassing stories and closely guarded secrets online with anyone who is interested.




Does that make me crazy?




Please don't let me be alone. Share an embarrasing story that would have others questioning your sanity. It can be a silly, scary what ever you feel comfortable with letting others see.