- I filled the bird feeder for the finches and another feeder with food that the woodpeckers and cardinals love. I have enjoyed their visits, and so have the cats.
You know what? That’s all I found yesterday because my mind is occupied with something Dr. Chill said to me, and jokes about mental illness.
I know that I have a chronic problem with depression. I thought I had accepted the fact that this was my life. Since I have delusions that I am a warrior 😀 I thought I could conquer that black dog nipping at my ankles. I told Dr. Chill how frustrated and mad I was by wasting time being depressed. Her statement/kind of question I have been pondering—maybe this is a part of you that you have to accept. The last puzzle piece to the acceptance of myself. I have to accept it because swimming against the tide is exhausting. I could use the time to be more compassionate toward myself, and move along.
The second…you know those silly tests on Facebook about discovering your hippie name, which Beatle you are, what’s your hillbilly name, and such? The other day I saw one that asked to take the test to see how Bipolar you were.
Another was a statement….Your complete lack of responsibility for a situation you created, leads me to believe you might be mentally unhinged. (Of course this one was a hidden message regarding President Obama–ignoring the fact that we have an obstructionist Congress)
In my opinion, racism, bigotry, ignorance—and I will have to add lack of compassion and empathy, is passed down from parent to child. Maybe peers or personal experiences play a roll, but where do our peers learn this ugliness–from their parents.
….and yet my long-time friends (yes, they know I’m a sufferer) totally disregard my feelings, or those of other sufferers because the joke is funny to them.
Depression, mental illness in any form, and anxiety are not funny. Mental pain and despair is just not funny. Even though they are ignorant, I wouldn’t wish the experience of depression on anyone so that they would finally get it.