I remember the first time I saw disease spelled dis-ease. It made perfect sense to me. Today I am feeling some dis-ease.
I know that emotions have a direct connection with disease. Now it also seems to be working the other way round. The day started off bright and cheery, rushing around and getting things done at work. In fact, it was going exceptionally well. Then the stomach cramps and associated runs to the Ladies room started. I came home early to work on me (while outing a fire at work up until a few minutes ago). I noticed though, that my brilliant mood from earlier in the day, had totally disappeared. As I felt the cold sweats come on, I was becoming a not very nice person. Once I recognized this, I could do something about it rather than wallow. So, here I am back on the computer getting my emotions back on track and feeling much better already. Heal the emotions and you will heal yourself.
That's one of the things that Abraham says. We have an emotional yardstick. If you are really low, suffering from something like clinical depression, how do you feel better? Become angry. It's a step up. You move up the yardstick incrementally. How long can one really stay angry? Act. Do something positive about your predicament. Now you are another step up. Having taken action, you have completely turned around and are probably looking forward to being pleased with yourself about rising up and shaking off the depression. It doesn't always happen overnight, but it does happen. Keep climbing up until you are back on top.
When Rae died, I suffered from depression. I didn't realize that's what it was until she came to Becca for one of her visits and said, "Tell Mummy I'm with her when she can't sleep at night and has hot Milo (hot chocolate)." I hadn't told anyone I wasn't sleeping well. I found I was clutching the steering wheel of the car driving to work and was scared to change lanes. (Rae died in a car crash on a wet day.) The wet roads made it worse. I also realized I was seeing things through a veil of grey - literally. Once I realized that I was depressed, I got a generic Xanax to sleep at night and was able to work well during the day. Then it's just a matter of time before it goes. For me, it wasn't long. This seemed to happen on the various birthday, holidays and anniversaries particularly in the early years following her transition. Strange to me though, because I know she is with me, so why be depressed? I put it down to being human and perhaps also being a mother.
I know that emotions have a direct connection with disease. Now it also seems to be working the other way round. The day started off bright and cheery, rushing around and getting things done at work. In fact, it was going exceptionally well. Then the stomach cramps and associated runs to the Ladies room started. I came home early to work on me (while outing a fire at work up until a few minutes ago). I noticed though, that my brilliant mood from earlier in the day, had totally disappeared. As I felt the cold sweats come on, I was becoming a not very nice person. Once I recognized this, I could do something about it rather than wallow. So, here I am back on the computer getting my emotions back on track and feeling much better already. Heal the emotions and you will heal yourself.
That's one of the things that Abraham says. We have an emotional yardstick. If you are really low, suffering from something like clinical depression, how do you feel better? Become angry. It's a step up. You move up the yardstick incrementally. How long can one really stay angry? Act. Do something positive about your predicament. Now you are another step up. Having taken action, you have completely turned around and are probably looking forward to being pleased with yourself about rising up and shaking off the depression. It doesn't always happen overnight, but it does happen. Keep climbing up until you are back on top.
When Rae died, I suffered from depression. I didn't realize that's what it was until she came to Becca for one of her visits and said, "Tell Mummy I'm with her when she can't sleep at night and has hot Milo (hot chocolate)." I hadn't told anyone I wasn't sleeping well. I found I was clutching the steering wheel of the car driving to work and was scared to change lanes. (Rae died in a car crash on a wet day.) The wet roads made it worse. I also realized I was seeing things through a veil of grey - literally. Once I realized that I was depressed, I got a generic Xanax to sleep at night and was able to work well during the day. Then it's just a matter of time before it goes. For me, it wasn't long. This seemed to happen on the various birthday, holidays and anniversaries particularly in the early years following her transition. Strange to me though, because I know she is with me, so why be depressed? I put it down to being human and perhaps also being a mother.
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