I have had a tumultuous year, and because of this I have let my own mental health slide quite a bit while I adjust to new surroundings. Since its World Mental Health Day, I have decided to sit up and take notice of what I have and haven’t been doing, and make some changes. Some big changes and some not so big ones. Mental Health is such an important topic, and I am always discussing it, and yet I am really guilty of neglecting my own. This changes today.
Here is a list of things that I am going to start doing immediately:
It is no longer acceptable for me to be depressed, when there isn’t really a whole lot of reason to be. And so I will commit myself to making these changes.
Like everything else, it is …
Oh, Amy Poehler, how I love thee.
I won’t count the ways, but I will share this example: a video from Poehler’s YouTube channel, Amy Poehler’s Smart Girls.
The video is titled “Bodies: Ask Amy” and it begins with Amy reading a letter from one of her fans:
What advice would you give to a young woman with body issues? I’ve never been happy with my body and I feel like it’s preventing me from loving myself.
I’m a writer.
As such, I spend a lot of time starting at blank Word documents (or paper, because I’m old skool like that).
If you haven’t guessed yet, sometimes my creative juices run dry and, if you’re a creative person, I’m sure yours do, too.
So, how do we get them flowing again? How do we make that stagnant mud puddle — you know, the one that just kind of hangs around the corner and never really sinks into the drainage system — gush like Niagara Falls?
When is it acceptable for a woman to behave toward a man in such a way that is unacceptable for a man to behave toward her?
Is it ever?
I read a piece of of an interview Kim Kardashian gave London’s Sunday Times Style supplement the other day during which new mom Kardashian talks about her weight loss and post-baby fashion choices.
Overall, yawn, right? We’ve heard enough about Kardashian’s closet for a lifetime.
Recently, a close family member of mine was diagnosed with malignant ascites.
Extremely simply put, my family member has a build up of fluid in the abdominal cavity that, after initial tests, shows cancer. Currently, doctors are conducting a variety of tests to determine the exact location, extent, and finally, treatment options.
So, how does any of this relate to “celebrities,” the theme of this blog?
Let’s start this week out with a little humor!
As most of you know, I like a good concert. I especially like Dave Matthews Band shows.
Truthfully, these are the only shows I travel a significant distance to see (I think the second farthest was Ryan Bingham), so what I’m about to share with you is especially significant to that area of my life!
Last month, Alternative Press posted The 9 Phases of Post-Concert Depression, and I think anyone who’s been super excited and spent weeks or even months preparing for a big show can tell you, they’re all spot on!
Euphoria, reflection, reality–this is good stuff
So take a few minutes this Monday morning (or, whenever you’re reading this) and enjoy a laugh or two!
Then, let us know which concert caused YOU the most post-concert depression?
(Big thanks to Michael Corbin of everyminute.org for the head’s up on this funny stuff!)
NBC knocked it out of the ballpark last night with the network’s new drama, The Blacklist.
(Really, I don’t know how any network could go wrong with James Spader, but that’s a whole ‘nother post.)
Basically, without really spoiling anything, James Spader plays Raymond “Red” Reddington, a mastermind criminal who’s known as “The Concierge of Crime” and who happens to be one of the FBI’s most wanted fugitives. For reasons we don’t yet know, Reddington surrenders himself, claiming he can help the FBI bring down the world’s most dangerous criminals (the “Blacklist”).
I’ve been thinking about how our personal lives play a role in our creative processes lately, and how open we should be about those roles.
Part of it’s kind of a no-brainer, I know. I mean, as a writer, I don’t think there’s one thing I’ve written that didn’t have at least a hint of personal experience and emotion in it — even the folder of documents I jokingly call a work-in-process novel.
But, what about the other part? The part about how open we should be about it?
Especially if it’s blatantly about someone else?
Today (September 10, 2013), the International Association for Suicide Prevention (IASP) is sponsoring World Suicide Prevention Day.
The USC School of Social Work is sponsoring a Suicide Awareness Blog Carnival to commemorate this day of suicide awareness.
I’ve written past suicide-related posts about celebrities as well as suicide warning signs and suicide prevention and awareness, but today I’d like to shine a light on one of the most recent actors to come out about suicide (pun intended).