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Saturday, Oh Saturday....

 It's Saturday and I'm playing the recap of the events that occurred over the past couple of days. I enjoyed  the second day of the workshop that I facilitated with my colleague.It was good to talk and share some of my recovery story with peers. At times, I need  to pat myself on the back and think about some other things that I am looking forward to (new experiences, new fears to overcome as well as new feats to achieve). It really made my day when a peer came up to me and told me that I was an inspiration. That felt so good.

My nephew was robbed at gunpoint a few days ago.His cell phone as well as some money was stolen from him. We talked and I told him that materials things are not as important as our lives. He's fine despite being really angry. I told him not to forget that there are still some good people in this world. Some people make bad choices because they feel as if there are no other options. When times are desperate, we limit our choices as well as our problem solving skills because we succumb to our "big" emotions.  

After taking Friday off, I made the mistake in checking my job's email. I have so many emails to respond to. I had to tell myself that this is my time off and it can wait until Monday.  I logged off immediately. I have been having an amazing weekend so far. I will not have a hand in sabotaging it. I just have to remind myself about not limiting my options.

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tfcocs
Apr. 20th, 2008 07:12 am (UTC)
Recovery story? You may have alluded to it in a previous post, I think; that may have been why I suggested the HRC, what with the food service.

FWIW, I will be around the city all week, next week. I have a funny story or two (or ten) to tell you. But, I will NOT shave my legs! LOL

Much love---

Kathy
credisme
Apr. 20th, 2008 03:38 pm (UTC)
Actually, sharing my recovery story is part of my job. I have been suffering with depression since my teens. For a long time, I kept that part of me a secret. It's a relief for me to finally feel comfortable enough to talk about it. My schedule is pretty open this week(I think). I'll give you a call so we can hook up in the city.
tfcocs
Apr. 20th, 2008 05:11 pm (UTC)
I have been suffering with depression since my teens.

/me nods, understanding.

I don't know how many times a week I tell people that depression is the common cold of mental health diseases. I don't have the luxury of being able to tell people about that part of my own history, but I try to educate the best I can.

You know, it is funny being on the phones all day. I am so accustomed to using my sense of self in relation to my physical disability (such as it is) that when I counsel someone over the phone about the onset of disability, I find it difficult to verbalize the nature of my own life lessons without sounding like (what I think) is an academic. I am so accustomed to having people being able to SEE my story because of my physicality. I find myself on occasion actually telling people, briefly about my story, in order to "justify" or credentialize my status as an authority on the subject. A part of me, rationally or not, believes that in talking to me, my struggles with depression are similarly apparent.
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