Happy Independence Day Chicago!
*not my picture*
Its amazing how our mental health levels can be affected by even the smallest change around us.
So many people discuss mental health as if it is nonexistant, or something to be talked about behind closed doors. However I have never noticed it to be any different then any other organ in our body.
When our pancreas can’t make insulin for us, we accept that it needs medicine and training without convincing them that they are just making it up.
And yet mental health, which affects every single one of us in its own way, gets judged.
My mental health journey is like a never ending roller coaster. Sometimes I’m coasting a straight(ish) line where everything stays pretty even keeled.
Then there are the sharp curves that you are moving too fast to be able to predict, or change. It doesnt matter which way it curves since it keeps you on the same level plane but it sure does make you scream and tense up.
Inevitably there are the build ups and quick falls. Those are the true tests in my opinion. Those are the things that determine what type of grit you are made of.
There is not one person alive that can say that they don’t feel the changes in their mental health from time to time.
Sure some handle it calmly and can keep it to themselves but it doesnt make them better in any way. The world is meant to be made up of unique souls so its nothing to be ashamed of.
Honestly learning how to handle yourself in these tests is the real fight. No I don’t mean learning how to HIDE them.
How to HANDLE them.
How to grow BECAUSE of them.
How to handle others around us going thru them.
How to realize that just because we can’t always SEE them, does not give us reason to not believe they are there.
Sometimes it is all about find your happy spot.
The porch swing sways gently.
The birds are quiet except the occasion chirp.
The outdoor animal’s have scurried to find cover.
The trees are swaying with the breeze.
The sound of the rain hitting the earth soothes my soul
Almost more then the precious coffee in my thermos.
So here I am
Rocking back and forth on the swing
light blanket covering my lap
content with my coffee
reading my newest self help book
I think I may have found a slice of heaven.
In the last few years I started to see the toxic relationships that I had kept around me. Little by little I began cleansing my friendships, nurturing the ones that are healthy to both parties and letting go of the ones hurting me.
This hasn’t always been easy. I had to let go a person that my family found themself quite attached to. However it has shown in the growth that has happened since that seperation that it was damaging to all of us.
What I have noticed though is that my children have realized how much one persons negative nature can hold your growth back, and it doesn’t matter what age you are.
They have learned to be positive about more, and stopped always looking to the thing that could go wrong. They see it still, they have always been taught to keep vigilant to the pros and cons of every situation. They just chose to the positive behaviors and choices come through stronger.
I am proud of their strengths and I relish in the growths that I have noticed.
In exchange they learned that parents can have their hearts broken too and come back stronger.
Anyone else get lost watching disney/pixar movies with their kids?
No? Just me?
Thats ok too.
I’ll be here, coloring in my adult try not to swear coloring book with my kids who have disney and superhero books for themself.
Did I mention we are in a self made fort?
As we get closer to Valentines day I want everyone to challenge themselves to spice up the monotony.
Every relationship starts out with butterflies and heart jumps, but you will always get to the stage where its (dare I say it?) boring.
Spice it up.
Life is meant to be lived with smiles and laughter. With love and soft touches. With spontaneity and a sense of adventure.
You are only as old as you let yourself act.
The power of learning to be who you are in the face of judgement is daunting. More daunting than most of us have the strength to admit. Even less of us can say that we have beaten the challenge of overcoming.
I have fleeting moments where this clarity hits me that it just doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks. As long as I can live with myself and my family doesn’t have to deal with any repercussions from my decisions it shouldn’t matter.
And yet in the exact next breath I am forced to explain to my kids that other people’s perspective really does matter in some situations. If the home room teacher you get in the fifth grade gets the idea that you are a troublemaker within the first few weeks of class, then they tend to watch you more closely and scrutinize the things that you say in a different light, all year. Of course you can break that mold at any point by showing continuous good behavior but the original perception is always right there in the back of their minds.
The teeter tottering of this subject will always be up for debate, with everybody having different opinions from each other. Hell, one persons take on this subject will change so frequently that it is hard to imagine that a person would honestly believe that they have a good leg to even stand on in a debate.
We like to thing that it has a simple answer, in a world where there is very few simple questions. In reality it is a highly complex dilemma that we will battle until our dying day.
It doesn’t matter what type of judgement haunts us since we all have different nightmares.
The way we choose to handle them is completely an individual decision however.