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A Moment of Silence For Norway, When We Need To Scream…

Get ready for a rant. I'm writing on four hours of sleep.

I am a firm believer in talking therapy.

A member of our community mentioned in a comment yesterday that in Sweden, where she lives, a minute of silence was observed for Norway.

Here is what she wrote to me in response and support of my post yesterday.

Listening beneath my

She was listening, really listening, beneath what I was writing. She was hearing something, because...
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This post is in response to Dr. Suzanne Phillips and Dianne Kane's fascinating Healing Together for Couples post on Hoarding Behaviour.

It began as a comment, but was so long, I decided to post about it.

Thank you for the inspiration.

It struck a chord.

Also, I've had personal experience with hoarding and hoarders.

Don't you think almost all of our behaviours are as a result of some sort of "trauma" in our lives. We're attempting to fill a void inside of us...
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Shining Sun ~ Feeling Better…

I don't know why I'm feeling better ~ just am.


Two weeks ago, I was mired in myself. My weight. My health. My life. My problems.

How boring! I was boring myself. And THAT'S boring.

For the last few months, life was challenging me. A real struggle.


I had a rough term at school. Then there was end of term chaos. Two weeks ago I was sifting though umpteen boxes of papers, receipts and records for my 2010 income...
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Beyond Recovery, Part 2…

A self-determination

Copeland, WRAP's founder, has a dramatic recovery story beginning with her mother, Kate, who was taken at age 37 to a mental institution in the late 1940s.

She was diagnosed as incurably insane. Her doctors told her family to forget about this once vibrant and accomplished woman — she would never get well.

Doctors were

Kate began improving. Her mood swings became less severe. Several hospital personnel took a special interest in her, encouraging her...
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More on “Emotional Health,” Part Two…

Musing  a bit on

Actually, the words "mad" and "madness" are quite commonly and innocently used in England.

Just here, in North America, there's an aversion to it.

It's time we reclaimed them, as gays and blacks have reclaimed the words that accurately describe them.

Frankly, I love the term. I love the fact that all of Shakespeare's "fools" and "jesters" ~ often considered "mad" ~ were the only characters in his canon to speak the truth.

"Manic Depression"...
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More on “Emotional Health” ~ Part One…

A reader, who is very upset with my use of the term "emotional health," wants to stop reading this blog and leave our community here at Coming Out Crazy.

I see "emotions" and "moods" as

That's where we differ. I am not my diagnosis. That the first thing. I am me. My mood disorder is unlike anyone else's, despite a similar label. Oh, how I detest labels, but "emotional" is no label. It's a reality...
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Being “Down With” Something…

Well, I've just proven my point about language. It's constantly changing, evolving, growing.

I'm behind the

In my last post, I assumed (one should never assume anything) that to be "down with" something is like being "down on" something. It never even occurred to me that this phrase would have any other meaning.

I'm an idiot. On old, out-of-sync

I was completely wrong.

My sweet and darling friend Julie has just informed me that...
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The Gut Issue…

So, on Monday, whilst sitting in Dr. Bob's office, I was feeling utterly overwhelmed.

I have this harassing disconnect between what I know versus what I feel...

We were therapeutically

I did not win.

When I left after 60 minutes (which he always gives me, sometimes more) I felt battered and bruised. Beaten.

Not the way I usually feel when I leave his office. Lighter. Freer. Buoyant. Hopeful.

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It’s Time for a New Model…

When I was a kid, a long time ago, long before I learned about feminism, pre-Betty Friedan, I remember my father joking with my mother.

Though on reflection, I don't think his joke was very funny.

My father would say to my mother, in jest, because I know he adored her, "Maybe it's time I traded you in for a new model."

Sometimes I wish I could trade myself in for a new

That's not a put-down, but given...
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