Daily Archives: June 25, 2013

It is a beautiful summer

Being Bipolar 1 is not always hard (so long as you take your meds and keep stress low) and I have been in a good spot lately. I am taking Cymbalta, Abilify, Klonopin, Trazadone, and blood pressure medicine every day. I have been off Lamictal for over a month now and I am trying my best to keep a level head. After all I am an adult of 30 years. Mind you if I start to take a turn for the worse I will jump back on it or titrate up the dose as doctor’s order.

This summer has been full of sun and family. I am also sometime going on a trip to an out of state wedding and that will be fun.

Have I had a breakdown since my last post…..OF COURSE but that was because I was overwhelmed with babysitting 6 kids and that freaks me out. Never again. lol They broke me like a wild horse within 45 minutes. Thank goodness my mom came home soon and helped calm me down. Eeehhh …. not a fun memory. But I calmed down quickly with the aid of a Klonopin and within another 45 minutes I was back to myself.

I hope all of you out in this word of blogging are well. I miss you and need to start commenting again. But I just don’t spend much time on the computer anymore. I see my doctor at the end of the month and I will let y’all know how that goes.

Hugs and sloppy kisses,
In the Pink

A Valuable Resource for Writers

I just had a marvelous and incredibly useful conversation with David Henry Sterry, of The Book Doctors.

At first I was skeptical: I mean, here’s a couple (David Sperry and Arielle Eckstrut) who make their living allegedly helping writers get their books published.  So what’s to be skeptical about that?  Oh yes.  I remember now: they charge money.  Now, there seems to be a bumper crop of people and organizations purporting to help you get your book published.  I myself subscribe to Writer’s Digest, which has been mildly to moderately helpful, at a certain price, and NaNoWriMo, which has been enormously helpful, is free.  Once in a blue moon they host a valuable webinar, which is where I became acquainted with The Book Doctors.  You can tell where my allegiance lies.

David and his partner Arielle Eckstrut, who is the “other half” of The Book Doctors, offer consultations at a fee of $90 per 15 minutes, $250 per hour, and claim that they are dedicated to:

“helping writers everywhere get their books published.”

Yeah, right.  Just like all the other bozos out there that trumpet the same thing, but uniformly don’t deliver.

Exactly how they came across my radar screen, I don’t remember.  I flipped through their website and said, sheesh, how could these people possibly be for real?  And $250 per hour?  That’s what I made being a real doctor.  They gotta be kidding.

So when NaNoWriMo featured them on a webinar , I tuned in to see what they had to say. They had a lot to say, and it was all good, practical, useful stuff.  And as a “value-added” feature, they offered a 15-minute consultation (a $90 value!) to webinar participants.  I signed up.

Then I went back to their website again, and using my super-hero x-ray vision, sucked up all the information it contained.  I even purchased their excellent book, The Essential Guide to Getting Your Book Published., which retails for $11.82 on Amazon.  Couldn’t hurt, I figured, and besides, if you buy the book you get a 15 minute consultation, FREE!  Wow, I was up to 30 minutes with them, for stuff I would have bought anyway, the webinar plus the book!  I went for it.

First of all, I gotta tell you–that book is priceless.  First I will tell you what it does NOT contain, and that is: Bullshit.  None. Of. It.  It is pure, concise, unadulterated useable information.  If you’re wondering how to really, really get your book published, this is the nuts-and-bolts go-to guide.

Now let me get to the fun part: the consultation itself.  I got to talk with David Sperry for a whole thirty minutes, because I had participated in the webinar plus bought the book.  As soon as I pitched him my novel/memoir, we discovered that we had common ground (see my Dina Leah blog), and that greatly facilitated the process of sorting out my book and answering critical questions.  The information and advice that he provided were 100% useful.  I feel that our short conversation will exponentially increase the probability of my book being published.  Like most aspiring authors, I feel that my book will change many lives.  I hope that mine will bring hope to people who are struggling with recovery from the awful traumas that haunt those of us who have been “scrabbling down in the streets” (thanks again, Joni Mitchell).

If you’re working on your book and wondering where to go next, I encourage you to first buy the book The Essential Guide to Getting Your Book Published and then beg, borrow, but don’t steal (that is a sin) the money for a consultation with The Book Doctors.  You won’t regret it.

Disclamer: this review of my experience with The Book Doctors is entirely mine and unsolicited.  The Book Doctors did not ask me to do it.


A Little About Hope

My monthly guest post is up over on the International Bipolar Foundation’s blog. This month is all about HOPE.  What HOPE looks like to me.  I’m curious…what does hope look like to you?  Sometimes (often-times) HOPE seems unattainable, and sometimes (often-times) STABILITY seems completely out of reach.

To read it, you can click the icon below.

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Please check it out and let me know what you think and if you can relate.

Thank you to my wonderful, lovely, loyal followers.

Y’all are awesome,

Mrs Bipolarity

Bone-Tired

bone-tired

(also bone-weary)
Definition of bone-tired

adjective

extremely tired.
Yup.

I prefer tired over weary in the phrase, though I couldn’t tell you why. Perhaps because it is a more expressive word of my plight? I feel okay otherwise — even my wrists and other joints are on the mend. But I’m low/no energy, and that’s a bit annoying. Is it due to my meds, perhaps? I’m not drowsy or groggy in the slightest, ‘merely’ completely physically exhausted. As all-encompassing as it is, there’s still enough good counter-balancing it that I’ve been able to manage small chores without too much detriment.

On a tangent, a friend posted a link to this scan image on the Mayo Clinic website:
http://www.mayoclinic.com/health/medical/IM00356

I found it to be a comfort of sorts to see this, ’cause yes — the brain isn’t braining well when I’m depressed. I’m not making anything up, I am not being a drama queen. My brain actually isn’t working, and look, there’s a scientific-medical authority saying so. Really, just seeing that helps clear away some of the lies depression tries to tell me. I’m not sure I can describe it any better than that. Perhaps it will provide some sort of relief to others to see it? I guess I’ll find out when people look at it.

For now, back to trying to caffeine up. :)

<3

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Why Do I Get So Angry?

It’s happened again.  Someone said something that pissed me off so badly that I never want to see him again.  Not that I’ve seen so much of him over the last seven or eight years.  It was someone who I dated years ago, and broke off amiably because, well, because we weren’t right for each other.

Now he shows up in my life again, suddenly, without invitation, and wants to strike up a relationship again.  All well and good: I’m open to new relationships now.

So we Skype for a few hours–he lives far away–and that was nice.  We talk about mutual passions passionately–nice too.  And then he drops the bomb.

You see, I am Jewish, and so is he.  He is much more Orthodox-ly observant than I am.  I’m basically, well, just a Jew.  I’m skeptical about a lot of the Orthodox beliefs and customs.  I used to be very, very Orthodox, and I kind of got over that.  A lot of it has to do with the second-class citizen status of Orthodox women.  Most Orthodox people, men and women alike, would object to that statement, saying that men and women respectively have different roles, and that both of those roles are necessary to make up the whole.  I agree with that, except that the roles that are relegated to women are mainly domestic.  That’s all I will say about that.

So this new hopeful is going along giving me tons of advice about Kabbalistic ways of healing PTSD.  It all looked great to me, except that it required the unrestricted use of a mikveh, which is a Jewish ritual bath.  Religious Jewish men use one nearly every day, for Jewish religious men’s reasons.  Jewish women are restricted to using a mikveh only once a month, after their menstrual period has ended; and sometimes before Yom Kippure, the Day of Atonement, as part of the purifying process of the day.

So we entered a discussion regarding the prohibition on women’s free use of the mikveh, which has to do with the rabbinical courts’ rulings that allowing women to immerse in the mikveh at any time would lead to promiscuity, since a woman who has immersed is now in a pure state for sexual relations.  I know, it’s complicated.  So he sends me all these articles that support women’s free access to the mikveh.

That’s where the trouble started.  I pointed out that one of the articles came from a Conservative rabbi (there are three main branches of Judaism:  Orthodox, Conservative, and Reform, and none of them agree with each other), which would make it more lenient than the Orthodox opinions.

He wrote me back saying that Rabbi so-and-so says that Conservative and Reform Jews are heretics, and he doesn’t associate with them.

That pulled my chain really, really bad.  I flared up like gasoline on a campfire.  You can argue all the theory you want, but don’t call other Jews heretics.  That’s like damning them to Hell, even though we don’t believe in Hell.  It’s completely erasing them as valid human beings.

So he realizes what he’s done, begs me not to throw the baby out with the bathwater, backpeddles, and does everything he can think of to get himself out of the tight place he’s stuck his own *ss in.  I won’t have it.  What’s said is said, and I have no obligation to suck it up, because we really don’t have any kind of relationship yet.

Sometimes I wish I didn’t have such a tendency to get angry when I feel that someone has been wronged–even myself.  I think it would be nice to just coast along, unaffected by the words and actions of others.  I’ve tried, believe me I’ve tried all kinds of ways to stay unattached.  It doesn’t work.

I think it’s all the anger that I didn’t allow myself to feel when I was “scramblin’ down in the streets” (Joni Mitchell) and couldn’t afford to get angry, and during the times that my mother’s wrath kept my mouth firmly closed, lest I get it slapped.