I have been writing my blog, for close to 2 years now. I consider it to be my biggest accomplishment in life, at this point. In truth, I am exposing my mind and feelings to the WORLD.
I am giving a glimpse into the mind of someone who is a Survivor of both Serious Mental Illness, and PTSD. This has required a lot of vulnerability, on my behalf. But, so far, it has been worth it.
I haven't been writing as much, over the past few months. There are a few reasons for this. Maybe I should explain myself.
Sometimes, life goes smoothly and I feel that: "There is nothing interesting to report". But in reality, I should write about the good times.
Sometimes, I feel that "Nobody really, truly wants to hear about my life", so I don't feel worthy enough to write.
Some things, I simply can't talk about, because the thoughts are too painful. I just can't share them. And some of these things are just too controversial.
It has not been an easy journey, putting my thoughts out there, for all of the Internet to see.
Saturday, December 14, 2013
Monday, December 2, 2013
Life has been going pretty well for me, at this point. My wonderful husband took me on another adventure, in late November. It did have a couple of tear-filled moments, but it was wonderful, nonetheless.
We rented a little log cabin again, in the Berkshires of Massachusetts. There was no television, or internet, or phone service in our cabin, only electricity and a wood stove. Honestly, this escape, was amazingly restful.
During our stay, we went to 3 museums, the Yankee Candle Village, a pub, and also a local restaurant / lounge. My husband drove us hundreds of miles to view the beautiful landscape and mountains. We even drove through Vermont. My husband cooked our meals, over a fire, and we listened to a lot of favorite music, through an iPad. It was magical, and even snowed while we were there.
Like I said before, there were tears, from me, on 2 occasions. On one particular day, we went to a museum, and then went to lunch. My husband drove us to another Museum, to visit, and I broke down. "I can't do this", I said. I had had enough stimulation and excitement in one day. I discovered that I am a "2 place" kind of person. When it comes to anything, that I consider very stimulating, even basic shopping errands, I am totally done, after going to 2 places. After this, I desire to return to my "cocoon", my home, where I feel comforted and safe. So, we returned to the 2nd museum, on another day, which worked out well.
And on the last day of our little cabin stay, I cried again. I did not want to leave the beautiful experience of our little cabin stay in the woods. I felt like a little kid and was very surprised by the fact that I broke down. But my wonderful husband explained it to me in his wonderful way. "You were starting to feel so safe here, so at-home, in our little log cabin. Of course you don't want to leave", he said.
We rented a little log cabin again, in the Berkshires of Massachusetts. There was no television, or internet, or phone service in our cabin, only electricity and a wood stove. Honestly, this escape, was amazingly restful.
During our stay, we went to 3 museums, the Yankee Candle Village, a pub, and also a local restaurant / lounge. My husband drove us hundreds of miles to view the beautiful landscape and mountains. We even drove through Vermont. My husband cooked our meals, over a fire, and we listened to a lot of favorite music, through an iPad. It was magical, and even snowed while we were there.
Like I said before, there were tears, from me, on 2 occasions. On one particular day, we went to a museum, and then went to lunch. My husband drove us to another Museum, to visit, and I broke down. "I can't do this", I said. I had had enough stimulation and excitement in one day. I discovered that I am a "2 place" kind of person. When it comes to anything, that I consider very stimulating, even basic shopping errands, I am totally done, after going to 2 places. After this, I desire to return to my "cocoon", my home, where I feel comforted and safe. So, we returned to the 2nd museum, on another day, which worked out well.
And on the last day of our little cabin stay, I cried again. I did not want to leave the beautiful experience of our little cabin stay in the woods. I felt like a little kid and was very surprised by the fact that I broke down. But my wonderful husband explained it to me in his wonderful way. "You were starting to feel so safe here, so at-home, in our little log cabin. Of course you don't want to leave", he said.
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