Monday, September 28, 2009

ravelry post

One of the message boards is for people with mental illnesses. You can bitch, question, or just expound. Someone posted this:

ive always been odd, ive always been creative. the two are like breathing in and out for me, they are flip sides of the same coin.

and this was my reply:

This. I don’t know which comes first, mental health problems leading to creative outlets for expression of things we just cant verbalize or the creative thinking leading to seeing the world around us differently. Throw in a hefty dose of neuro-receptors and hormones and you’ve got full on wacky genius.

I seem to have a bigger dose of the crazies than the rest of my family, but we’re all a little off kilter. I don’t think I ever realized just how much until I had my major (and I mean MAJOR) breakdown a few years ago. After that, I learned things about my family that truly surprised me. Yet somehow, I felt better knowing I wasn’t all that spechul of a snowflake by my families’ standards.

I think the more I try to normalize it, the more I miss it, in a way. Meds keep the moods stabalized, but they also dampen some of the world’s color. I just have to learn to live with it in a way that’s productive. That’s the catch, isn’t it??


Nothing special, but I thought I would share some of my thoughts...

It's Monday

I just stood up and my left leg simply stopped working. I was standing, and the next, *whoosh* my leg is as useful as jello. I managed to split 3 of my toes with this maneuver. my leg seems to be working fine now, but wow, that was scary. =-(

Other than that, things are going ok. Not much to really talk about. Well, there's *always* stuff going on, but....

Oh, I'm knitting a pair of socks from the toe down. Yay! I finished a tiny pair of baby socks yesterday. They're teal, so gender neutral, Redmond. ;-)

hugs and love

Dory's little piece
of insanity is full
of boring drivel.

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Haiku for the day

wind carries leaves off,
dormant trees stand sentinel,
promise of new springs

or if you prefer:

Pepsi belch, bad taste.
Another day of spinning
wool and alpaca.