Romance
I think that most people like romance. We each have our own ideas of what words or actions display romance. When we show romance towards our partners, we are actually showing our love. It makes the other person feel special and helps to build up their self-esteem and confidence!
I brought this up to my husband recently and he said that when I went out a few mornings in the cold/snow at 6am to warm up his truck, that he found that to be romantic.
My roommate and I park in the garage...but his Harley has a spot in there also...so he's not totally left out in the cold.
Anyway, through the years I have said that I wished he would be more romantic. I believe that the more you give of something, the return is multiplied...so...I've started a list of ways that I can be romantic with my husband.
1. While in public, declare "I love you, _________!"
2. When your partner least expects it, give him a great big kiss, even if it's in public!
3. Send a text message or email that says "I love you!"
4. Follow him into the bathroom at a party and make out with him.
5. Invite him to take a bath complete with bubbles, champagne (beer...if he’s like my husband), candles, and music.
6. Surprise him at work and take him out to lunch, maybe a picnic in the park.
7. Cook a special love meal of your partner's favorite foods. Play his favorite music and turn the lights low for a romantic dinner.
8. Give him a pedicure and foot rub.
9. Offer a back massage with lotion.
10. Mail a card and inside write down the top 10 things you love about him.
11. Give him a picture of you for his wallet that says "I love you."
12. King for a Day. Declare that you will dedicate a particular day just to do whatever he wants. Maybe start with breakfast in bed.
13. Make little "I love you" notes and post them in surprising places: the bathroom, in his shoe, the car, under his pillow.
14. Take an interest in your partner's interests. If he likes basketball, watch a game on T.V. with him.
15. Dedicate a song to him on the radio and send him an email telling him when to listen.
16. Find a hotel that has a jacuzzi and book it for a one night getaway somewhere close but fun.
17. Place an ad in the classifieds declaring your love. Then take the newspaper, wrap it in a bow, and put a little note on it saying what page to look on.
18. Make a donation to charity in the name of your love for your partner.
19. Create a small blog dedicated to him. Write a short love message each day for a month...or forever.
20. Complete that chore or favor that he has wanted you to do for a long time.
No matter how small or large the effort, the end result is the same!
Hope you have a day filled with love!!
Goals
I was never one for setting goals...not to say I haven't accomplished quite a few things in my life so far...but I started a list of short term and long term goals a few weeks ago and some of them are:
Attend Church regularly
Read the bible and pray daily
Advance my yoga practice
Attend a weekly Naranon/Alanon meeting
Learn to play the piano
Learn to speak Spanish
Take an Art glass
Learn more about photography
Go on a church mission
Travel to countries in Africa; Argentina, Chile, New Zealand, etc. etc.
I've made progress in the top five, so far! I understand now why it is important to get them down on paper, because you feel more committed to them and see your progress more easily.
Next, I want to make a bucket list!
Today's gratitude list:
J is safe and sober
The availability of renting free music CD's at the library to download for my I-Pod
The cute cards I found at Target today to send to friends for Easter
My sore muscles from "hot" yoga...it means I'm getting stronger
That I like to spend time with myself
Love, peace and happiness to all of you!
Life in Motion
Swaying on my seat down low
Spinning round and round
Rampant energy
Uphill…downhill
Rushed and wobbly
From there to here
Breathing
Seeing
Sampling
Hearing
Feeling
Falling…Hurting…Rising
Gasping
Perceiving
Savoring
Listening
Grasping
Channeled spirit
Cycling to and fro
Centered on my seat up high
Straight…level
Controlled and steady
From here to there
Write a story or poem with exactly 55 words
Go see Mr. G if you'd like to play
@ Mr. G
(he knowsitall and counts 'em all too!)
Grief
After having taken a closer look at grief, it occurred to me that as parents of a drug addict, we also go through the 7 stages of grief, as do the addicts themselves…if we allow ourselves to. Sometimes the stages are overlapping and sometimes when we think we’ve reached the end, we find ourselves immersed back in a previous stage.
Unlike a death, where there is an end, when faced with long term active addiction, then sobriety which usually is the result of a crisis...followed by hope...followed by relapse, it’s apparent that reaching the final stage of acceptance is more difficult.
I will list the stages and relate them to my journey through this process.
Shock
Shock initially is the body/mind's way of saving us from the devastating pain. It numbs our feelings and resembles a living death.
I remember when my son called me at 6am in March of 2008, in a drugged voice, to tell me that he had been charged with a DUI, and had been taking massive quantities of xanax. Of course I was shocked and continued to be shocked as each new crisis occurred.
Denial
Denial is our mind's attempt to protect us from reality. This is normal, but if it is prolonged, it prevents recovery, both their's and our's.
I was in denial until some point during the summer of 2009, even after he was charged with a felony drug possession and other misdemeanors that occurred in March of 2009. Concurrent with this I was dealing with my mother’s serious illness in December of 2008 that resulted in my decision to leave my career, move her in with me so that I could take care of her, and remarrying my ex-husband in January of 2009.
Anger
We are angry with them for the things that they say and do…or don’t say and do, angry with ourselves for what we did not do to save them…or what we did do, or angry with God for allowing this to happen. Anger begins to dissipate when we are able to forgive ourselves and others, create boundaries and stick to them and when we understand that most people will think or even say hurtful things because they are not educated about addiction and may possibly be unhappy with their current set of circumstances.
At first glance, I couldn’t remember much anger, but in retrospect, initially I was angry before I even knew that he was an addict, because he had been given much in life: talent, intellect, love, material things and in return he was lazy, unmotivated, and at times manipulative and disrespectful. My hopes, dreams and expectations for him were not coming to fruition.
I was angry and feeling very unappreciated after putting my life on hold, to be available to chauffeur him to court, to random drug tests, to court ordered out patient pre-phase drug rehab, to NA meetings, etc. etc., while he was unmotivated to job hunt, help around the house, forging NA meeting attendance slips, etc. etc. I was angry that I allowed him to manipulate me, show disrespect and vent his anger at me.
I’ve been angry and hurt because others don’t give the support that I need…because they don’t understand. Angry that society and even some of those close to us think that they deserve what they get because as one of my son’s attorneys’s said, “He’s just an f---ing drug addict”!
Bargaining
Where was God in all of this. I’ve done my share of bargaining with God. I pray for him to be healed. I try to think positively. After calling the police in August of 2009 resulting in J going to jail, I felt that I didn’t deserve to be happy. I would have given up my happiness, if only he would be healed. I’ll be a better Christian, I’ll read the bible, and I’ll help everyone I can...if only you save my son!
This is where co-dependency enters the picture. Are we that attached to our child’s well-being that we are willing to deprive ourselves, beat ourselves up emotionally and even die for them?
Guilt
There is a human tendency to blame ourselves when something happens to a loved one. We take some degree of responsibility for our child’s welfare. We question ourselves for a period of time and this is normal, but I believe this is where many parents get stuck and with that realization, we can move through this stage towards healing.
Guilt continued to reappear occasionally and as I said in my last post, I would think about every event, word or “mistake”, as it applies to me or others in my son’s life to make sense of things. Much of my guilt related to the denial that I went through, which ultimately prolonged the enabling that I was participating in.
Depression (aka “Pain and Sorrow”)
Pain and sorrow are the core feelings of grief and usually are evident throughout all of the stages. We need to experience the pain and sorrow fully to be capable of moving on and until we’ve comes to terms with the previous stages, we’re not able to feel the full intensity of the pain and sorrow.
When we struggle against the stages, they become more powerful and take longer to work through.
I usually cry every day for a few minutes. When I was younger I used to think that crying was a form of weakness and very rarely cried. I’ve cried more in the past six months than at any other time. I believe that this is important for my recovery.
Acceptance
Once we’ve worked through the other stages, and the pain and sorrow is not as intense as it was, we accept the reality of the situation and feel a sense of “letting go”. This is the “detach with love” phase. We may feel that we are fine for a while and then fear takes over our thoughts when a relapse occurs, or if we haven’t seen our child or know where they are at, or smaller fears when we worry that what we say or do may trigger a relapse.
“Taking care of ourselves” throughout the stages is important for recovery. If we don’t feel well physically, it’s more difficult to heal emotionally. We’ve all heard it: exercise, eat healthy, get enough rest; nurture ourselves with small treats, i.e. massage, manicure, lunch with a friend, a concert, and of course Naranon/Alanon, reading, blogging, therapy etc.
The most important piece to our recovery is to have a spiritual foundation, a place within you where there is peace and security. This takes different forms for everyone. Some of the stages of grieving, particularly anger, take you away from your feelings of love, but in order to “let go”, we need to keep our focus on love which forces us to face the pain, but ultimately sets us free!
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Sweet Memories...
Occasionally, I have allowed my thoughts to rest on every event, word, mistake that has occurred in my son’s life that could have led to his current condition…
then...I realize how blessed I am to have been given the gift of motherhood. The sweet memories and the opportunity for my own growth through these experiences are plentiful.
"Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord, the fruit of the womb is a reward." Psalm 127:3
Some of these memories are:
• The warm, tender feelings when I was nursing him
• The sound of his first giggle, playing peek-a-boo, tickling him
• His excitement at seeing me when I would pick him up from daycare
• Reading book after book with him at night, snuggling in bed
• The proud look on his little face the first time he went in a grown up toilet, tied his shoelaces, biked without training wheels, and the heavenly sound of him singing "Amazing Grace"...both verses...when he was 2 yrs. old
• The treasured feeling when he would give me a big hug and kiss and say, “I love you so much Mommy”
• Wrapping him in a towel that I had warmed in the dryer after his bath (he was a little spoiled with that one)
• The drawings and cards he would make for me
• Playing games together…hide-n-go-seek…card games…board games… Nintendo
• Visiting Santa and the Easter bunny
• His toothless grin when the tooth fairy left him money
• Taking him to Discovery zone, Chuckie Cheese’s, the Children’s Museum, the park, the amusement park, the toy store, the zoo, the water park, camping, boating, trick-or-treating, putt-putt golf, para-sailing, bungee jumping, sky-diving, roller skating, ice skating, snow skiing, to see fireworks, to Myrtle Beach and other fun vacations, etc., etc.
• Doing things together…jumping on the trampoline, watching Barney and Sesame Street, riding bikes…chasing each other around the house, 4-wheeling
• Feeling so proud when he did well in school, basketball, baseball and choir
Of course, I have a grown-up relationship...most of the time... with him now, but it's nice to remininscence. I have faith that God will help him to walk the path that leads to freedom and righteousness.
"But blessed is the man who trusts in the Lord, whose confidence is in him." Jeremiah 17:7
Flash Friday 55 - Water World
Submerged in the undulating fluid
The pulsating heat swallows any sign of tension
Steam rises, to envelop, creating a virtual veil
Voices are shrouded, leaving space for thoughts
Beads of moisture collect on her face
to ultimately join the primary vessel
Time slows to be measured by the rising volume
of the internal pounding beat
Write a story or poem with exactly 55 words
Go see Mr. G if you'd like to play
@ Mr.-G
(he knowsitall and counts 'em all too!)
Naranon topic of "Anger"
"Anger" was the topic at last night's Naranon meeting. There were about 20 people in attendance. I had been twice before months ago.
We went around the room sharing how anger has affected our lives. A lot of the people remember being angry when their addict stole from them.
A few have memories of much anger directed at them from the addict.
Some were angry at themselves for not maintaining their boundaries.
Another lady (there with her daughter) said she's given up hope that things will ever change with her ex-husband and she was angry for her daughter.
Most of the people gave a short description of who their addict was (i.e., child, spouse) and some gave a little background.
I tried to give the topic some thought, while listening to everyone and when my turn came around, I said that I usually expressed my anger in the form of impatience or irritation, related to my addict. I mentioned that I had called the police after finding him OD'd on the bedroom floor, having been guided by the Crisis Hotline and that he was currently in "lockdown rehab" after having been in jail. I was the only one who got a little teary eyed. I think I'm still working through "guilt", even though it's not logical (I'll save that for another post)!
Forty minutes into the hour long meeting, a couple arrived and the woman looked "shell-shocked". They spoke last and the man said he was a recovering drug addict and was there for his wife. He asked if the next time, he could speak and share some of his story thinking that it may be of help to us. The facilitator said he could so long as he didn't share from AA or NA.
After the meeting, I talked briefly with the lady and her friend sitting next to me and she gave me more background about her situation. I told her that my son had never stolen from me, so perhaps that's why I didn't feel more anger. She said her daughter didn't in the beginning either. She's been dealing with this for 10 years and has a grandchild living with her addict daughter and addict son-in-law. Based on some other things she said, I left the meeting feeling anxious.
Because I grew up in a home where "anger" was the main emotion, I wonder how it has impacted me. I have always been able to show anger at boyfriends and husbands (have had two of them). My first husband has an anger management problem and my current husband also has those tendencies. I think we are drawn to familiar personalities/situations.
I didn't want my son to grow up in an anger filled home, so I made a conscious decision to not have heated "communication" in front of him. That doesn't mean we didn't "bicker" or have "disagreements" because I think it's healthy to let children see that you can disagree and hopefully have a resolution. What's important is that you "fight fair", i.e. no name calling, belittling, sarcasm, yelling, violence...
My husband also grew up in a home with "anger" and recently realized that he plays the role of the peacekeeper sometimes. If we are "communicating" and we're both angry, he wants to end the conversation. Issues don't get resolved, unless you agree to bring it up later, which wouldn't happen most of the time. This is definitely "therapy territory"!! The good news - we've come a long way in the past 15 years!
Craziness...activities...The Bible...J
The week after J first went to jail, I was running an errand and saw a woman walking down the street with a suitcase. I immediately felt compassion for her, pulled over and asked her if she needed a ride. This was back in September during my "guilt- ridden/co-dependency" period, so I don't remember all of the details.
She said she was going to meet her sister and was headed to an area that was about 20 minutes away by car. I told her I could take her. She was a black woman, perhaps in her 50's, and poor. As I asked more questions, she began contradicting herself.
To make a long story shorter, I drove to three different areas and at one point was trying to find a church to leave her at. I let her use my cell phone to call her "sister" and eventually I stopped at a convenience store for her to obtain directions. I called my roommate and told her what was going on. She sounded very concerned and said I should just leave her there. When she came out of the store, I told her that I needed to get on my way and she asked if I could spare any money for her to get a hotel room and I said "no", wished her well and drove off. I have never picked up a hitchhiker, so this was very unusual for me. Pretty crazy!
The events that I organized through "meetup" have come to an end...whew! The week before last, I had about 30 people come to a venue to listen to a popular live band and dance. The following day I led an 8 mile hike on a paved bike trail, alongside a small river. It would have been a pretty easy hike, except there was 6 inches of snow to crunch through.
This Friday evening I had about 30 people come to the horse races. I have only been to a horse race once before years ago so it was exciting. I bet on 7 races and won 3 of them - walking away with $18 extra. The first horse I bet and won on was called "Fearful woman"! Sunday was my final event, "Indoor glow-in-the-dark" putt putt golf. There were about 25 people and then about 15 of us went to eat afterward.
My husband and I also went to someone else's meetup event last Sunday, "indoor target practice". Neither one of us have been to an indoor place, even though we are both experienced shooters.
That's a pic of me shooting...
I have picked up the bible a few times through the years and attempted to read it. I have always found it to be quite daunting and boring. I recently bought a new bible called "The One Year Bible" and love it. They split it up into daily readings of about 15 minutes, comprised of a section from the Old Testament, New Testament, Psalms, and Proverbs.
I saw J on Saturday and it was a good visit. He said that since he's in with the lowest risk group, there are some guys in his pod that are in for not paying child support. The two hours a day that he attends classes sometimes are filled with information about non-payment of child support, consequences, etc. Seems a little odd to have drug addicts sit in on that...! He mentioned that he would like to be assessed for depression when he is released. He has an appointment the day after he is released!
Love and peace to each of you!!
A day at the beach...
Bright yellow warmth spreads through her body while
coconut fragrance lingers in the unrelenting breeze
The shifting bed welcomes her as she is caressed by the whispering surges of fluid energy
Blinded temporarily by the infinite stretch of blue...
Her senses awaken when the cold, sweet liquid
trickles down her throat and freezes all thought
Go see Mr. G if you'd like to play
@ g-man
(he knowsitall and counts 'em all too!)
A bit of humor...more drugs....Alanon
My son's birthday was in December and after it had passed, my mother asked me if the "lockdown rehab" had a birthday party for him...when I shared this with my son he had a good laugh!!
In yoga class yesterday, the owner of the facility mentioned to the class that she knows that her 17 year old son is smoking pot and that she's not stupid because she used to smoke it when she was younger. She lives in the most affluent section of our City and told us that there had been a drug bust at the home of one her son's friends. She shared that they found "oxycontin" among other drugs. All I said was that it was an epedemic.
I went to my first Alanon meeting Tuesday evening...I had been to a few Naranon meetings months ago. There were about 12 people in attendance and the topic was grief. The facilitator spoke for a while about her grandmother having passed away 10 days earlier and then about 5 other people that she didn't know, but were either family or friends of co-workers who had also passed. There was a man there who was a bit obnoxious and initially I was thinking, "what am I doing here - I prefer to read my blogger friends' thoughts and inspiration", but when I left I realized that I learned more about myself during that hour. I learned to not make assumptions, to have more compassion, and that there are connections to thoughts and feelings that at first aren't apparent.
I've always felt that I was consistently good and nice to people. In Melody Beattie's Book, "Beyond Codependency", she addresses the issue of why then do we feel that many people don't treat us the same way. She explained that people treat us how we are acting towards ourselves. If you consistently put other people's needs before yours, this is what is reflected back to you. If you are always protecting other people's feelings rather than honoring yours, others will disregard your feelings as well. "Relationships are a mirror for our internal life".
This really rang a bell for me!
Peace, love and joy to all of you today!
Freedom
My husband and I attended a new Church today. “Freedom” was the message. The pastor said, “Total freedom means living completely, fearlessly, passionately and joyfully regardless of your circumstances, not because of them.”
Where the spirit of the Lord is, there is Freedom. *2Corinthians 3:17
When you have an addicted child that is homeless, in jail, stealing, dealing drugs, and worse, you wonder, how can I live fearlessly and joyfully? Some moments or days are harder than others, but if we can accept where we are at the moment with our feelings and release the struggle, we’re growing!
Although I have moments almost every day that I cry...from reading something sad on one of the blogs, thinking about the past, or seeing the pain in my son's eyes when I visit him, I am taking action towards recovery. I've written a list of short term and long term goals, tell myself out loud..."I love you", have started attending Church again, starting Naranon meetings again, etc.
I woke up this morning with the thoughts of "compassion" on my mind...and that was the topic of Peggy's post at http://peglud.wordpress.com/ today! If you've been following my blog, you'll remember me mentioning that my oldest brother is an alcholic and my mother is his enabler. His unemployment ran out and he'll be moving into my mother's one bedroom, senior citizen apartment at the end of this month. He has already sold his furniture.
He hasn't been looking for a job and my mother isn't allowed to have anyone live with her...we're fearful that she may be "kicked out" if they find out. I've been talking to my husband about how difficult it is to have compassion for him...especially since he has emotionally abused her...and physcially in the past...for years. I will always lend a helping hand to someone who will help themselves. I researched homeless shelters in the area and armed her with some phone numbers...just in case she could muster up the courage to force him to "fend for himself", because once she is gone, most likely that is what will happen.
Gratitude for today...
My son is safe and sober
My ability to forgive myself and others easily
The absence of fear
Peace, love and prayers of freedom and compassion for all of us!!
Friday Flash 55 - "The Ascetic Body"
Bending, twisting
her skin moist with sweat
muscles swelling with intensity
Perched and balanced
breathing slow and rhythmic
sometimes, fast and ragged
Solid and fierce, yet supple
Bracing through the ground, then shifting
Each position testing
She stops resisting only to submit
Focused with her power
mind and body surrender
To the peaceful place within
(he knowsitall and counts 'em all too!)
Breaking Free
I feel that I am making progress in my recovery from co-dependency. I'm reading Melody Beattie's book, "Beyond Codependency".
I know that I am making progress in my recovery based on the way that I handled a phone call last night from my son (a summary of it is below). Normally, I would have done what he asked. I’m recognizing my past pattern of allowing him to manipulate me through guilt and my sense of “what is fair” etc.
J called and we made small talk for a minute. I inquired if his gf was coming Wed. for visitation because we were going to alternate visits. To be able to visit you have to fill out a form and either mail it in or bring it in. You also have to attend an orientation. Every week there has been an excuse from her to him about both requirements.
He said it was complicated – that the people at the rehab were being rude to her and that they said they haven’t received her paperwork to clear her for visits. J says since he was allowed to have a visitor right before Christmas (when I was out of the country and he had her come to visit) and they didn’t require the person to have attended orientation for that visit, that she may still be allowed in.
I said I would come Wed. to visit also, if he’d like me to, and he asked me to call her and talk to her about it. I said I didn’t need to because both of us could visit – he’s allowed two visitors. He said call her anyway, because something might go wrong and she wouldn’t be able to get in and “Couldn’t I do just that one thing for him” and I said “No”. I said I didn’t need to because if she was late – she wouldn’t be allowed in and if she was on time (and they cleared her), she would. He said, “Is there anything else you want to talk about?” and I said “well, I guess not”. He said he’d see me Wed. and I asked him if he still wanted me to come. He said, “If you want to.” I could tell he was angry.
Gratitude for today...
J is safe and sober
I don't have to travel in the foot of snow today
I'm beginning to stop second guessing everything I say to J
I can have compassion for my son but not have to fix it for him
Instead of trying to comfort J with the words "Remember, I'm always here for you", I can
substitute them with "Remember, God is always here for you"!
Peace and love to everyone today!
Family
I had a last minute mini-family reunion at my house on Saturday. There were about 30 of us...I met my cousins' children and everyone was appreciative of my hosting the get-together! My mother has been lonely lately and her sisters haven't taken the time to visit her at her new apartment since she moved there a few months ago. My extended family seems to only get together for funerals and weddings...
No one asked me about J. I had only confided in three of them about his situation - so I'm assuming they all know - word travels fast! This relates to a subject that Peggy at http://peglud.wordpress.com/ posted recently entitled, "Supportive Friends?" She's wondering how friends'/families' words, deeds or behavior help or hurt us as we're struggling with our loved one's addiction.
Other than my mother and husband, the few other family members that know about J's addiction don't bother to check in or send any inspirational e-mails. I have three close friends and the two that live here always ask how he is when we talk. I have a few other friends that I call occasionally, but they rarely call me. Of course, there are the "fakebook friends"...(hee, hee)!!
I don't reach out to people very often for emotional support. It does hurt when you don't get support after you feel that you've made yourself vulnerable and shared the pain that you/your family are going through. The comments that I receive on my blog have helped to ease that hurt. We are lucky to have each other!
Gratitude for today...
J is safe and sober
Earplugs...necessary while husband is watching Nascar
colors...the world would be bland in black n white
family and friends!!
First "Friday Flash 55"
Slowly, softly, tenderly
he strokes my face
caressing my heart
that quivers with heat
Roughly, wildly, boldly
he wields my body
massaging my passion
that smolders with flames
Savoring, feasting, relishing
he captures my spirit
probing my soul
that aches with desire
Slowly, softly, tenderly
I behold his essence
stealing his love
as we release!
Bored to Death "Literally"
My son has always said "He's bored" since he was a child if he wasn't doing something. When you have a highly intelligent (I may be biased - but he did make straight A's without studying and tested in the top 5% in the nation in Math in 6th grade), somewhat hyperactive child, whose grandfather was a "hoarder" and battled with depression, whose father and other grandfather a "hoarder of money", an uncle who is an "alcoholic", mother and grandmother a "nicoholic", and various other extended family members that have issues with alcohol, anxiety etc., this article gives some "food for thought"!
LONDON – Can you really be bored to death?
In a commentary to be published in the International Journal of Epidemiology in April, experts say there's a possibility that the more bored you are, the more likely you are to die early.
Annie Britton and Martin Shipley of University College London caution that boredom alone isn't likely to kill you — but it could be a symptom of other risky behavior like drinking, smoking, taking drugs or having a psychological problem.
The researchers analyzed questionnaires completed between 1985 and 1988 by more than 7,500 London civil servants ages 35 to 55. The civil servants were asked if they had felt bored at work during the previous month.
Britton and Shipley then tracked down how many of the participants had died by April 2009. Those who reported they had been very bored were two and a half times more likely to die of a heart problem than those who hadn't reported being bored.
But when the authors made a statistical adjustment for other potential risk factors, like physical activity levels and employment grade, the effect was reduced.
"Someone who is bored may not be motivated to eat well, exercise, and have a heart-healthy lifestyle. That may make them more likely to have a cardiovascular event," said Dr. Christopher Cannon, an associate professor of medicine at Harvard University and spokesman for the American College of Cardiology.
He also said if people's boredom was ultimately linked to depression, it wouldn't be surprising if they were more susceptible to heart attacks; depression has long been recognized as a risk factor for heart disease. Cannon also said it was possible that when people are bored, dangerous hormones are released in the body that stress the heart.
Britton and Shipley said boredom was probably not in itself that deadly. "The state of boredom is almost certainly a proxy for other risk factors," they wrote. "It is likely that those who were bored were also in poor health."
She said boredom is linked to anger suppression, which can raise blood pressure and suppress the body's natural immunity. "People who are bored also tend to eat and drink more, and they're probably not eating carrots and celery sticks," she said.
Still, Mann said it was only people who were chronically bored who should be worried.
"Everybody is bored from time to time," she said.
Have a great day!
Money = Happiness
I've been thinking a lot lately about money, success, spirituality, human suffering, career choices and after reading the following article, I felt more peaceful:
An Austrian millionaire is giving away his fortune and all his personal possessions because 'they never made me happy.'
Karl Rebeder, 47, from Linz, claims he will use the money from his household accessory business - worth over $4.7 million - to fund orphanages and other help-the-poor projects in South America.
'I had the idea on holiday in Hawaii some years ago,' he said.
'My cars and plane have already gone and the rest follows very soon. I can't wait to be free of them.
'From this developed, less than a year ago, a greenhouse project which gives orphans the possibility to have agricultural training, to take up a small loan in order to make themselves independent vegetable growers.
'I set up a new non-profit micro-credit organisation to distribute these small loans to help these poor but industrious people.'
He told Austrian TV viewers of his plan to raffle his luxury Tyrol villa by lots - with all money going to the mymicrocredit.com foundation he started late last year - and shedding his fortune on the Stoeckl am Samstag chat-show programme, presented by Barbara Stoeckl, in an interview due to be broadcast in May.
Rabeder claims he is happy living in a small flat and surviving on the equivalent of $1,260 a month.
'My then-wife and I were on the plane together coming back from Hawaii in 2004 and I realized that I was dying through consumerism,' he recalled.
'It has taken me until now to realize that I don't need money and possessions.
'I learned as a child the value of money and how to get by without it.'
Rabeder's father was a painter, his mother an office worker.
He founded his first company in 1986 and soon became rich, adding; 'I thought the more money I had the happier I would become, but it was not the case.'
He now lives in a two-room flat in Innsbruck, is divorced and added; 'The worst that can happen to me is that I have to take a small job to get by.'
Of course, we all realize that we need money to live, but it seems no matter how much we worry about it, we always seem to have what we need (most of us). I believe it is everyone's duty to help those that don't have the basics: food, water, shelter.
Peace, love and joy to all of you!!
Scrambled
I'm feeling a bit scrambled today! As I was looking for a picture to depict my feelings, I happened upon an interesting article online concerning generalized anxiety disorder (GAD):
Scientists at the Stanford Medical Center recently announced that they might have discovered a new explanation for why GAD has appeared. That the condition may be caused by scrambled neural connections between regions of the cortex dealing with integrating fear and emotion. GAD makes people live in a constant state of worry, even over the most ordinary matters.
I'm feeling a bit of that, but mostly unmotivated, isolated and indecisive. I went to see the therapist Friday because she had a cancellation. She wanted more background about my childhood and life. At the end, she suggested that I read a book called, "Adult Children of Alcoholics". I had told her that my father used to drink beer every day. I wasn't sure how much and he never appeared drunk. Anyway, it seems that years ago I had briefly glanced at that book wondering myself if he was an alcoholic. I went to Half Price Books and couldn't find it, so instead bought, Melody Beattie's, "Beyond Codependency". I'll get that one next.
I think a lot of my scrambledness is stemming from problems with my marital relationship and not being able to pinpoint which direction to go career wise. I know that some of that is because I don't want to be in a job that won't allow me to help J when he is released to the extent that I should and can. I know that he got himself into this, but as long as he is committed to recovery, I want to help initially with getting settled and with transportation.
J called me Friday and was very anxious trying to plan everything for when he is released. He asked my opinion on a few things and at the end of the conversation, I reassured him that there are people that can help him with transportation, family and friends and that I would be here for him. I realized after hanging up that what he was saying to me was that he wants to be responsible for himself and doesn't want to rely on others. He's always been very independent. He said if he misses one probation appointment, they can send him to prison.
Sometimes, I wish I could just sell everything and move away. I realize that is an option!
Hopefully I didn't sound like I'm whining - I'm grateful for everyone / everything in my life - just one of those days!
Peace, love and joy to all of you and thanks for your comments!
Simple Things for "Haiti"
For every person who writes about the joy of simple things this weekend, Chis at Enchanted Oak is going to donate $2.00 to Heartline Ministries to help people in Haiti.
Here are the rules...copied directly from her blog:
Post your piece this weekend and include link to my blog. Then pop in here to say you’ve posted your “Simple Things.” Post by midnight, Pacific time, Sunday, and don’t forget to link with me and notify me that you’ve posted. You can borrow the “Simple Things” photo. If you don’t have a blog, a comment on my blog will count too if you tell me so.
"Simple Things that make me happy"
Memories of my son when he was a child
Hiking outdoors
Helping someone in need
Finishing things on my "to do list"
Taking a nice hot shower
Reading in bed
Knowing God is with us
Making people laugh
Feeling peaceful!
Peace, love and joy to everyone today!!
My relapse...
I bought a pack of cigarettes yesterday. I have been fighting it especially since the vacation. After analyzing it, I think its a combination of factors: 1) being bored on the vacation and watching lots of other people smoking; 2) being bored at home - getting discouraged about finding a job; 3) having an argument with my husband Monday evening; and 4) I got a letter from J's attorney saying that he wasn't sure that J would get "treatment in lieu of conviction" for the pending charges in the other county now. That it would be a miracle if he did. I left a message for him to call me to find out if he could be facing any prison time. I know that he'll have to serve 20 days for the pending DUI.
J and I had spoken on the phone after I received the letter, and I mentioned it to him. He asked if there was a chance of him serving time and I said "no, I didn't think so", mainly so that he wouldn't worry excessively. So, instead I realize that I took on that burden of worrying, not only about possible prison time, but that J was now probably worried also. That only lasted for a couple of days and gradually I didn't feel that anxiety. I also realized that the issues that led to my husband and I splitting last time are still there, just not as prevalent. I'm going to suggest to him that we see the therapist.
I went last night by myself to see J because there was a chance his girlfriend was going to come and only 2 people can visit at one time. Also, I really just wanted some one on one time with him. The girlfriend didn't show - J said she tried to drop off the paperwork necessary to be a visitor a few days earlier, but was 15 minutes late, so she mailed it in. She's now supposed to come on Sat. There are always some kind of excuses....
I spent a couple of hours yesterday stopping at businesses within 2-3 miles of our house, picking up applications for him. Most of them were fast food or restaurant establishments, along with a couple of auto parts stores, a tanning salon, movie rental place, etc. I got more information from his case manager about the job hunting. The guy that helps them look for a job doesn't really actively find job postings, he just drives them around to p/u applications and drop them off or interview.
J was really appreciative of the apps. The first 15 minutes I was asking him more about the severity of his drug use. I told him I hoped he didn't feel like I was cross examining him and he wondered why I was so interested in the past. I tried to explain that through the years I knew he was confiding certain things to me, but then months or years later he would give me more information or confirm that he had lied about something previously, so I wasn't sure what the truth was.
He said that he started taking the xanax daily when he was 16 years old. He started taking vicodin and percocet around that time also and then started snorting the oxycotin after he moved out of the house when he was 19. He said he snorted Heroin about 5 times. I asked why he didn't do that more and he said because he knew where that would lead and that it felt "dirtier" to do that.
I saw the new therapist on Monday and we clicked. Most of that hour was spent again on me giving her background information. Unless she has a cancellation, the soonest I could see her is a week from Sat.
I told J that I would like him to go to see her when he is released and explained that he wouldn't have to take meds if he didn't want to, that just having therapy and exercise can help if you have depression or anxiety. We talked more about his plan when he is released. Ultimately, he wants to get an apartment with the gf. I told him what the therapist said concerning her - that she is most likely a trigger because they had used together. He didn't respond. He said that he has to stay busy when he is released!
To change the subject - two of the events that I scheduled went very well. There were about 20 people that joined my husband and I at the art center and I had a turnout of about 55 people for the hike on Sunday. Although it was cold at first, the sun was bright! I may have to cancel tomorrow night's event at the horse races, because we're supposed to get snow.
I will quit smoking again very soon! That reminds me, J asked me how the not smoking was going and I told him I had just bought a pack that day. He was disappointed. I told him that I can kind of relate to drug addiction, but that I had thought to myself when deciding rather to buy a pack, that if I knew there was a chance that I could go to jail or die that day from it, that there was no way I would have done it. He disagreed with me - which is scary!
Gratitude:
J is safe and sober
God has given me another day of life
at 7:33 AM | Labels: addiction, co-dependency, court, drugs, emotions, marital problems, meetup.com, relapse, therapy, triggers



















