Posted: July 29th, 2014 | Author: Chérie | Filed under: Inspirational | No Comments »
I so needed to come acaross this inspirational quote by Joel Osteen today …
“Keep in mind, hurting people often hurt other people as a result of their own pain. If somebody is rude and inconsiderate, you can almost be certain that they have some unresolved issues inside. They have some major problems, anger, resentment, or some heartache they are trying to cope with or overcome. The last thing they need is for you to make matters worse by responding angrily.”
— Joel Osteen
While taking a break from writing this morning, within a span of four hours, I had direct contact with five people. Only one person out of those five was a positive experience. Each of the other four people were extremely negative. They were either quarrelsome towards me for honestly no good reason; were hell bent on twisting something kind I had said into something negative; were blatantly rude because they didn’t want to deal with something that needed to be dealt with at the time; or, they just had to correct something I had shared, with no tact, no kindness in their delivery.
Be mindfully kind.
Four out of five human beings, seriously negative, within just four hours time. I am so deeply thankful for the sole soul who made an effort to be kind towards me today. One kind soul counts. That one soul’s kindness was a thread that has helped my heart cling to the hope that all this negativity really had nothing to do with me — even though I’m the common denominator.
This type of negative social interaction phenomenon has been intensely swirling around me for well over seven months now … In tears today, yet again, I asked myself, “Does my mere presence seemingly bring out the worst behavior in other people, whether I open my mouth or not?”
This phenomenon has deeply troubled my heart, my soul. I’ve reflected long and hard on this issue.
My conclusion … While I do have social culpability, no one human being can be that singularly powerful — to catalytically walk through space and time and give cause for so many other people to spontaneously hurl their unresolved issues out onto just that one person. Like that one person is a living-breathing mirror, reflecting the muck and mire of other being’s wounded souls.
It can’t be just me that this is happening to either. This is something that is widespread within our entire modern social structure, our collective humanity.
So, I beseech whomever is reading this, please, give a mindful pause before you are curt with someone. Stop and think about if what you have to say is truly constructive, and, if your delivery is respectful. Because, you never know what someone else may be battling. You never know if your choice of mindless curtness may be the last emotional straw another soul feels they can bear.
Thank you in advance for being mindfully kind with all beings.
Posted: July 5th, 2014 | Author: Chérie | Filed under: Today's Blessing, Uncategorized | Tags: find a blessing, survivor depression, writer's block | No Comments »
Hurray!! Officially, as of yesterday, my creative chunk of the Universe realigned itself. After months of creatively languishing away in a writer’s block … After choosing a committed session of writing on the blog over having dinner with my dad at an Indian restaurant that we’ve wanted to dine at for well over 10 years now … I went to write on the blog on Tuesday, only to find that the web site was broken. And I mean broken! Say, “What Universe?”
A huge thank you goes out to my heart-sister, Wombat, for fixing the web site. You are the most luscious geekette ever, lovely one!
It looks like I will have several days worth of writing ahead of me. Today 500+ words just flowed out. It feels wonderful! The first rough draft of the intro to “Survivor Depression Deconstructed” is done. Tomorrow, onto digging into some nitty-gritty stuff. Make more art.
Find a blessing a day, it’s there. =;o)
Posted: April 21st, 2014 | Author: Chérie | Filed under: Uncategorized | Comments Off
Ever since having an allergic reaction to the Shingles vaccine shot in July of 2013, my health and well being has been in a tailspin. I’ll spare you the numerous hospital and ER visit details. The last 10 months had some fantastic bright spots along with some very dark bleak spots. Let’s just say this past winter was a rough one and I’m very thankful to embrace this year’s spring and summer seasons.
All of the various health issues seems to have caused my Fibromyalgia to really flare up, badly. I’ve been experiencing a lengthy bout of tremendous constant physical pain. That in of itself was beginning to wear me down. My family and loved ones have been asking me if I’m okay. Being uncharacteristically quiet seems to have raised some red flags.
Here is my public response and explanation(s) — my barking. It seems that I am apparently going through a bout of depression. I haven’t gone through one in decades. Lengthy health issues and then losing nearly seven relationships within 1-1/2 months time has seemingly taken a huge tole upon my spirit. I handled each relationship loss (as it happened) in an accepting logical manner. But when you pile everything all up, it seems my spirit has taken it all as a tidal wave of rejection and exhaustion– knocking me off of my gratitude coping keel.
Then pile on a big dollop of guilt for being creatively gummed up — personally, and in some collective creative endeavors — I’m, well … scattered, depleted.
But you know what? This past week (after a well-meaning friend chewed me out for being depressed), I realized I needed to “bark”in one shot — explain myself. Here it is … I’m actually okay with being depressed. I am still grateful for all that I do have in my life. I’m still that gratitude gal. But, depression (anger turned inwards) is what it is.
Everyone has their limits. I rediscovered my aberrant people coping line in the sand. To the people who are getting upset with my temporary depressive status … Sorry if my limits of being able to brush off other people’s aberrant behavior has temporarily reached it’s limits. Sorry if my health issues have finally gotten the better of me. That my soul needs to gasp for air, to replenish itself. Sorry if all of this has upset your need for me to be your constant bedrock of positivity. I’m human. Go figure.
On a positive note, the more I relax into the reality of being angry, disappointed, worn down and lonely — the lighter it, the depression, seems to become.
But, if my depression upsets the collective “you”? Guess what, “you” can kiss my depressed ass. How’s that for coping?