Sunday With April

who is that person–the one staring back at me

certainly not the same person of yesterday

locked in a mind of darkness

there was light yesterday

with that person

the one behind the mirror


I can still perform as if I were a typical person. Or….did I really unlock my mind and become who I am? It’s so comfortable living in the fear and darkness. It takes courage to climb out of what is stuck inside the mind….what I allow to stay in my mind.

It’s been awhile since posting what I have found beautiful. While I’ve probably had many moments, I have isolated myself, waiting for beauty to come to me. Sometimes we have to seek it.

Some highlights:

  • Spring blossoms
  • Hanging out with my daughter and her friends
  • Snow
  • A new grand puppy
  • Puppy breath
  • The heat of the sun
  • Meeting new people
  • Laughter
  • A life beginning

Wishing you find something to make you smile.

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Depression/Anxiety Medications and Time Travel

So……lately, I’ve been trying to assess my life. What direction do I want to go? Actually, do I want to take this blog in a different direction?

Everything has been agitating me………everything.

I have probably been depressed and have been living in a state of pissed off denial. I told Dr. Wacky Pants that I have resigned myself to being a person living between depression and deep depression. So he gave me Deplin. Basically, a very expensive B vitamin. I’m not quite sure if it works or not. I always try new medications with a conservative view. If I feel better, great. If it does nothing, not-so-great.

I wasn’t taking Deplin very long when I travelled to a different time zone. I have been comfortable with adjusting to a one hour time difference with my medication routine, but two or more hours kind of takes its toll on me. It takes days of recovery when I return home.

Do I feel any better with this expensive trial of my new “medical food”? Umm…..the jury is still out.

I’m still assessing, but I have to get off my ass and do some neglected housework and our taxes.


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Sunday With April

thoughts locked inside

it’s what I do

the person misrepresented

is known by few

can you hear the screams?


nothing is as it seems

look into my eyes

do you see the war inside?

look beyond the glaze

right there

the thoughts I hide

Okay, enough of my amateurish poetry. I have a lot going on in my mind–as I said yesterday.

As a person who doubts everyone and everything, our new president has had me on my toes. I see what he’s doing….he’s distracting us with outlandish comments and contradictions while wheeling and dealing behind the scenes. Watch him, and read what he’s using his pen for. He’s sticking thorns on the rose, pick your thorn and fight for what is right for your world. Oh, and call your representatives! If you’re happy with what you see….embrace the thorns if that’s what floats your boat.

This past week has been a week of mental flogging but I’m learning from it. The most important lesson is that I’m in control of those thoughts. However, I have to release them somewhere. Hahaha! It’s like a repeal of thoughts but I have positive replacements.

The following made me smile this week:

  • Dog shenanigans
  • Dairy Queen Blizzards
  • Wearing socks to sleep in during the brief winter
  • A rare, long conversation with our youngest
  • Looking at the sky, watching the clouds, thinking about how long that sky has been here and how many before me have lied on their backs and stared at the same scene. I imagine the dinosaurs didn’t pay much attention but I’ll bet our ancestors did.
  • Planning a trip to help our daughter choose a wedding dress. I think I’m going to need a few winter clothes for the trip
  • Making four trips from the basement to the top floor of our house. It was a struggle due to my physical shape but I had a huge smile for that final step
  • I exercised three days this week

I hope you find something to make you smile!

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Jumbled Thinking

A jumble of thoughts passing through my mind. Mostly good and are helping me to continue to move in a positive direction, but some self-defeating.

Back pain. Lying flat on the floor looking through a window at the cloudless sky.

Clouds roll in….

shapes appear.

Breathe in.

We breathe until we die.

As hard as I try to awaken to a positive thought, my very first thought is “crap…another day”. Yes, I turn it around and say to myself “a new day, full of new opportunities”. I repeat and repeat the statement before my feet hit the floor.

The next morning I can’t intercept the crappy thought before the new and optimistic thought. My brain awakens to the same thought each morning. Each night I go to sleep thankful for another day of life. I count my blessings as I fall off to sleep. Why doesn’t it last through the night?

Disappointing myself.

Disappointing others.

No interest in doing anything……anything. Is it a deliberate choice? To do nothing? Do I really care?

Just do it! Something!

Is this depression? No….don’t think so.

Just exhausted.

There are so many Denzel Washington movies I hadn’t seen….same with Meryl Streep. I’m caught up now?

We breathe until we die.




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An Answer Here, An Answer There

So far…..3×5 cards of questions still in the planning stage. ūüėÄ

Morning routine is a hit and miss.

I know that typical sadness or anger can trigger a depressive episode for me. I was so excited for the Seattle Seahawks to play this year but they were a disappointment to me. All season they played like what was going through my mind. A flash of brilliance and a lack of follow-through.

Guess what? They aren’t going to the Super Bowl and I let their loss go instead of stewing over it until I had worked myself into a setback. There is always next year and they will keep practicing….just as I will. I have thrown around statements such as, “I’m never going to watch football again”. Eyerolls and pshts have been casted my direction because we all know that is a false statement.

I have been letting thoughts flow in and out of my mind. Doing as my therapist suggested for anxiety, I observe them. Yes, I fell back into some old patterns of wishing I would disappear, hating my life, thinking I’m stupid, and how can I possibly live out the rest of my life knowing what I know. For my mind, depression is a keeper. sigh

I will learn to work around it, just as I always have. The difference is that now I have some answers and I’m willing to give myself a break. I know I don’t have to take my state of mind out on others around me…you know, like snapping at everything they say or do. I know that the rotten person I used to be was a person with untreated depression.

Hmmmm…now to figure out how to act like I’m not depressed, which is exhausting, and quit blaming it on a physical illness so that others leave me alone with my misery. It’s one huge disappointment to have to tell my husband that I’m depressed, yet again, while I keep my fingers crossed that it won’t last too long. The pills I take and expected a miracle, are only assisting me to keep moving forward.

No magic here.

We make our own magic. In my case it’s with a little assistance and a butt-load of determination and persistence.


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Soon You’ll be Walking ‘Cross the Floor

There are times I would like to sit in front of my laptop and type exactly what is on my mind. All the deep, dark thoughts that I stand and fight against on a daily basis. I end up down-playing my anxiety or depression because if I am truly honest and let it all spill out, I don’t think I will recover and keep myself in that pit of despair.

Over the many decades of striving to manage my life, the one positive thing I have accomplished is that I finally accept myself….for the most part. I have lingering social anxiety and a poor body image. However, every day I put forth some effort to accept the way I look because I know I have the power to change that through diet and exercise. Social anxiety is a little harder to conquer since I have been lounging around in isolation.

Life is fluid, but it takes so long for my mind to catch up with the changes. I refuse to give up trying but there are days that are so difficult. Days that turn into weeks…to months. I search for new therapies and drugs and I know that these therapies are to get me to a place I can focus on building a healthy mind.

I, alone, am the only person that can learn to live with myself. My therapist triggers my thoughts, the drugs keep me on an even keel, more or less. I have to stand up for myself and put in the personal work it takes to manage life while living with emotions/thoughts I can’t always control.

Learning to let go of past experiences in order to have a rational response to life events is difficult. As much as I like to believe that I have been able to let go of the past, my mind reverts to old responses to particular situations. Excitement is contained because it evokes a physical feeling in me that feels the same as a high level of anxiety, which can lead to an anxiety attack. Recognizing that there is a difference between excitement and anxiety is an ongoing lesson I have been trying to learn.

Oh how I would just like to curl up in bed and let someone else live for me.

I won’t, though.

Because I’m worth the effort.

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Red is a nice color

Where did our decency go? Before Facebook, Twitter……were all of us fake?

There isn’t one color in the box that I find ugly. Each color has its various shades and brilliance. The only color that bothers me is beige.


Each and everyone of us is a color of various shades. Our thoughts are a mix of our colorful experiences. We all add to the box to make a glorious combination. One isn’t better than the other, simply different.

Combined with other colors we can become a new shade. Not good or bad…a color of acceptance and understanding.

Wouldn’t it be sad if we were all beige?

We may not agree with each other when it comes to politics but that doesn’t make one political party¬†smarter¬†than the other. While I question the thoughts and direction of some, I understand that they own their thoughts and actions. I may not agree, but I accept their stance…..just don’t force that stance upon me.

I have a choice and I prefer to make my decisions based upon my own thoughts…..not the forced opinions of others. That doesn’t make me ignorant, misinformed, insane, a part of a flock of sheep, a drinker of the special Kool-aid, or so open minded my brain fell out.

I have stepped back and marvelled at all the colors.

I also have crafted a tinfoil hat and I know how to use it.

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It’s a Forkin’ Utensil

We all have our odd quirks. Some may suffer from obsessive compulsive disorder–and that isn’t funny, or odd–it must be frustrating. In fact, I have been told I have obsessive tendencies. Well duh. Negative thoughts or berating oneself, in my non-professional opinion, are obsessive. I would say it is obsessive compulsive but I have only been diagnosed with¬†obsessive tendencies.

Anyway, when I was a youngster with my own job, each payday I would buy something for my,¬†when-I-reach-18-and-move-out,¬†place. I would squirrel the items away until that day came. I had a lovely collection of late 1970s artifacts, one of which included a set of dinnerware (knives, forks, spoons….)

Much of my 1970s stuff has gone by the wayside. I’m not sure where it went but I have bits and pieces of my original purchases.

Of my dinnerware, I have two forks left. They are¬†my forks. They do not go into the dishwasher because, well…..I only have two and I have to hand wash for the next use. I can’t wait until the dishwasher is full enough for a cycle, I would have to wait through too many meals for a clean fork.

Weird quirk, right?

My kids and husband know not to use¬†my¬†forks. My two perfect forks that can stab a pea or a piece of lettuce. Pasta doesn’t have a chance against my¬†forks.

Then someone shares dinner with us and I have to hide my¬†forks so that they don’t use them. Or, friends of the vampire in the basement come over and they pack their fuel to the basement on my dishes and don’t return them until lovely science experiments have covered the beauty of my chipped dishes. The worst personal horror is when they pilfer¬†my¬†forks and they are stuck inside the science experiments.

Well now, I have no wrap-it-up ending except to say that I embrace my quirks. It’s what makes me, me. If the horror of someone else using¬†my¬†forks is another diagnosed mental disorder, then so be it.

They’re mine! All mine!



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When I Become Spam

Catching up with other bloggers turns me into a spammer. I have “caught up” before and commented on various posts. Guess where my comments go after one too many? Yup, their spam folder.

Since our youngest graduated from high school, I lost myself. I lost a lot more than that, but the lack of the routine of making sure the kids get off to school on time, seemed to create a huge void. One of which I have not filled and have been adrift in my boat of procrastination.

I have now come to¬†excusing myself for not changing from my pajamas to my “lounging clothes” (my husband can’t see the difference).

….and my day goes on…..

I have had the same goal that my therapist tried to help me with, and that would be a morning routine. A routine that I could commit to exercise because my ultimate goal is good physical health.

New day. Same goal.

Here it goes…..and it will include routine time in the blog world.


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Reflections on Sunday With April

I don’t have a list….well, not a long one. I have no resolutions, simply goals. I’m not sad to say goodbye to 2016 because I gained a lot of knowledge. (And our daughter got engaged!)

There have been up moments and some extremely rough, down moments but I kept moving. Some days it may have only consisted of breathing to make it through the day, but I was successful.

I reached my 5-year cancer free mark.

I’m alive!

Yes, I’m alive and that is something to make me smile.

I hope you find something to be grateful for today!

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