tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471610669185140602.post2754637804509547697..comments2023-05-07T06:09:11.435-06:00Comments on Hear Me Roar: A spoonful of sugarStefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12150268541513830609noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471610669185140602.post-43770759686377949422011-06-18T15:56:05.329-06:002011-06-18T15:56:05.329-06:00Thank you all so, so much for your comments, stori...Thank you all so, so much for your comments, stories and feedback. I may have written this post with my friend in mind but I think it's going to serve as a useful reminder to myself as well - especially your comments!Stefhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12150268541513830609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471610669185140602.post-44581183130081305112011-06-17T21:20:56.521-06:002011-06-17T21:20:56.521-06:00I usually like to post something super hilarious, ...I usually like to post something super hilarious, because I'm just that funny...but to this I say, AMEN. <br /><br />Great blog. Thank youLisa G.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471610669185140602.post-60994392530075433542011-06-17T17:01:54.486-06:002011-06-17T17:01:54.486-06:00Well I had a happy little family. A loving, fun...Well I had a happy little family. A loving, fun and interesting, supportive husband. A 13 year old and a three year old. We had a cute house, steady income, I was a stay at home mom. Life was good. Then one day, out of the blue I had a panic attack. <br /><br />Okay not out of the blue. A panic attack because, to be honest, I took a job I KNEW I SHOULDN'T to help someone out and because the money was more than I'd ever made before. Second day there I wanted OUT of there and knew I'd made a BAD decision. The woman was really counting on me but I had to say "Hasta never Chica!" When I did she freaked but I was relieved.<br /><br />I thought everything would be great but it wasn't. The panic attack triggered a big gnarly ass depression. Even thought I got out. Even though I was back at home with my little fam. Even though.<br /><br />For two YEARS I tried to jack myself out of it. The "it" was chronic insomnia and just anxiety ridden style depression. I journaled y'all. I meditated. I read spiritual self help books. I saw a shrink twice a month. After a while he suggested anti-depressants but OH NO! NOT for THIS girl. I knew it was just a spiritual problem. I was gonna meditate my way out of it.<br /><br />Fast forward two years and nothing has changed and the shrink begs me to try meds. I cry and carry on and feel like a failure. But I finally give in. I'm so miserable that when I am at home, I'm crawling on the floor and sobbing in my bedroom. This is a normal occurrence. But I take the meds. Within 3 weeks, on just 1/3 of the dose I am: sleeping a nice 8 hours per night. My appetite is back. I am laughing again. The light has come back into my eyes and I am relaxed and happy. Serious.<br /><br />I go back to the shrink who was with me during all of my journal epiphanies that led nowhere. I ask him "Does this mean that ALL THE TIME, ALL ALONG, what was wrong was freakin' brain chemistry??!" He said "It looks that way doesn't it." <br /><br />I will NEVER diss the meds for the heads ever AGAIN. Saved my life; gave it back to me. That was in '97 and I went off of them a few years later. Been fine ever since. <br /><br />Turns out the panic attack triggered a drop in seratonin which never bounced back. It happens. <br /><br />I hope your buddy can bounce back, but if it gets critical there IS better living through chemistry.Trudyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05635467785863756197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471610669185140602.post-27111158382205457702011-06-17T16:53:31.801-06:002011-06-17T16:53:31.801-06:00And lol that parts of my comment are so close to J...And lol that parts of my comment are so close to Joni's...told you we are more alike than we are different.stacihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14703857518941427763noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471610669185140602.post-30286714887289475892011-06-17T16:51:03.934-06:002011-06-17T16:51:03.934-06:00I read this early this morning and was well into a...I read this early this morning and was well into a long beautiful response when life demanded my attention...needless to say, I have cried many times this week because my daughter is so sick that she can't get out of bed and I feel so helpless. Sometimes I want to scream...and that was just an hour ago. :-/<br />The truth is, I have to choose to be happy and positive for her sake, it's a fake it til you make it...survive at all costs type of approach...Trust me sweet soul sister whoever you are, you are not alone. Most days, the best we can do as mommies and women is just to DO our best...trust me you are enough, just exactly as you <br />are. Noone is as together as they seem, we are all right there with you.stacihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14703857518941427763noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471610669185140602.post-2710943596120513012011-06-17T10:48:54.841-06:002011-06-17T10:48:54.841-06:00Oh. My. God. I have been there. I HAVE BEEN ALL AR...Oh. My. God. I have been there. I HAVE BEEN ALL AROUND THERE. I got the t-shirt from there and the sno-globe from there and a fridge magnet from there. If there was a four-square account for there I'd be the President of there (that only works if you know what four square is). <br /><br />I try really hard to live my life by the old "you're about as happy as you make up your mind to be" but you know sometimes that shit just doesn't work. Sometimes I get sad and sometimes I cry and sometimes I want to pull the covers over my head and say EFF IT. EFF IT ALL. And last week this could have been about me (well a lot of it anyway). I have been depressed. Like DE-PRESSED. I have been BROKE. Flat ass damn not two nickels to rub together broke. I have been late on my bills to the point that I turned my phone OFF. I have bought only what the store had on sale and invented meals I can't even stomach. I have rolled pennies for gas. I have searched couch cushions for change to buy milk. Yep. I have had my kids tell me that my divorce is MY FAULT because *I* left him (and that every divorce that happened in our family since then was my fault because I gave them the IDEA). And because I'd never ever tell them how their dad was an ASSHOLE I live with that blame. I have had my family disown me. My own mother tell me she wish she'd never had me. <br /><br />So sister, whoever you are, know you are not alone. You are in the company of women who have been where you are. Good. Bad. Ugly. We've been there. Chin up. EVen if it feels like it will never get better. I SWEAR TO YOU IT WILL.Jonihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16726791479455349834noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471610669185140602.post-22397672061761683982011-06-17T10:45:09.302-06:002011-06-17T10:45:09.302-06:00Stef, you've done it again. I think I need a ...Stef, you've done it again. I think I need a box of tissues ready when I come to your blog. <br /><br />I've so been there...when you think you're at the bottom of the pit, you are such a miserable failure and you think nothing or no one can make you feel better. You know what... for just one moment, forget all the negativity swirling in your little universe. Look at those tiny beings you carried and grew for 9 months and remember that you have a bigger purpose in life. It's not all about you and your baggage. F'ing take those bags and throw them off the damn cliff. Good bye forever. <br /><br />Take five minutes out of your miserable day and just sit and hold your babies. Crank on the radio and act like a total goof ball and just DANCE with them. I know it sounds crazy (trust me - I AM!) but for those brief 5 minutes, all your troubles are forgotten and your living in the moment. Act like a maniac and laugh like a lunatic! When you're all done and have composed yourself, yeah your troubles are still there, but they are just a tiny bit less intimidating.<br /><br />Inch by inch, crawl up that hill... until you can stand at the top of that mountain and "F U"... I can do this! <br /><br />I hope your friend sees this and can get just a little glimmer of hope from it. Crazy... undoubtedly yes... cathartic.. absolutely! <3 Much love!Michele G.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471610669185140602.post-8582357524495993922011-06-17T10:37:08.934-06:002011-06-17T10:37:08.934-06:00Been there...doing that all now! Someone told me...Been there...doing that all now! Someone told me to look at my problems with a pin light and not a flood light-- one thing at a time! We will all get through some how.Amynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471610669185140602.post-87875563028649721652011-06-17T10:35:53.859-06:002011-06-17T10:35:53.859-06:00Sometimes I forget how smart you are. Wait, not ju...Sometimes I forget how smart you are. Wait, not just smart, but wise. I always knew you had a writer inside you fighting to get out!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471610669185140602.post-31997244099010437562011-06-17T09:25:46.467-06:002011-06-17T09:25:46.467-06:00"Choose acceptance" - that is the key (f..."Choose acceptance" - that is the key (for me). Thanks for the awesome post.Christihttp://www.humzoo.com/girlcarew/noreply@blogger.com