Saturday, November 6, 2010

Free To Be Me

Yesterday was Study Day. I was very proud of myself too - I got four hours of uninterrupted study in with appropriate breaks and not spinning off into some alternate reality ;)

During one of my breaks I went for a walk - I LOVE walking around my new neighbourhood... so many pretty houses, gardens and trees! While I walked, I listened to WOW Hits 2010 on my iphone - a newish download that I haven't had a chance to give much airtime to. Oh my goodness! It is FULL of fantastic new Christian music by some of my favourite artists.... One of them - Sanctus Real.... I love them because they are REAL in their music - no fluff, no imagery or metaphors - just raw humanity. I fell in love with I'm Not Alright years ago and on WOW Hits 2010, they have another FANTASTIC song which really spoke of where I have been and am coming to in the past twelve months or so:

Whatever You're Doing (Something Heavenly)

Whatever You're Doing (Something Heavenly)
SANCTUS REAL

It's time for healing time to move on
It's time to fix what's been broken too long
Time to make right what has been wrong
It's time to find my way to where I belong
There's a wave that's crashing over me
And all I can do is surrender

(Chorus)
Whatever You're doing inside of me
It feels like chaos but somehow there's peace
It's hard to surrender to what I can't see
but I'm giving in to something Heavenly

Time for a milestone
Time to begin again
Reevaluate who I really am
Am I doing everything to follow Your will
Or just climbing aimlessly over these hills
So show me what it is You want from me
I give everything I surrender...
To...

(Chorus)

Time to face up
Clean this old house
Time to breathe in and let everything out
That I've wanted to say for so many years
Time to release all my held back tears

Whatever You're doing inside of me
It feels like chaos but I believe
You're up to something bigger than me
Larger than life something Heavenly

Whatever You're doing inside of me
It feels like chaos but now I can see
This is something bigger than me
Larger than life something Heavenly
Something Heavenly

It's time to face up
Clean this old house
Time to breathe in and let everything out

I have had a rocky ride this year - and I honestly think that the only reason that I haven't rocked right off the planet is because I gave my life to Jesus in December of last year.... He has been my strength and my solid rock that I have clung to in the ups and downs of this past year's journey.

One of the things that I had to come to terms with in the PECC unit this week was that my interpersonal relational skills are different to most people's and it is an area in my life that I have to work through, with the support of safe, loving family and friends. Its not that I am bad, or horrible, or bent on destruction of relationships. The reality is, I say one thing when I am feeling something entirely different. Which comes from being put on the spot and not actually knowing what I want until after I have committed to something. I have always played roles - one of the reasons I have loved being a performer in the theatre. The past few years, I have been suffering from an identity crisis of sorts as the things I had defined myself as were stripped away and I was left looking into myself and wondering if I even existed. And I think this is the core issue that has fuelled my depression.

My decision to come to Jesus and admit how flawed and hurtful I had been, not only to all of my family and friends but to God Himself, radically changed my perspective. I had a new identity. One that I had never understood before although I had always grown up in the church. I was a child of God. I was Jesus's sister. I had the Holy Spirit as my guide and counsellor. Admittedly, not long after, things got a little weird when I dropped my meds and moved into a psychotic phase of my illness, but once those issues were once more stabilised, I have spent this year sorting through the messes I have been creating for the past 33 years of my life and discovering freedom and a deeper relationship with God (or Papa, as I have called Him in my more looney moments!).

But being a child of God didn't define me. My core identity is in Him, but who I choose to be, which roles I choose to play, how I define myself, is, I am ultimately discovering, MY CHOICE. I don't have to live up to others expectations if I don't share them. I don't have to meet everyone's needs. I am allowed to have personal boundaries and I am allowed to live my life in a way that brings me joy...... THESE are the freedoms I am discovering in Christ as I learn how to understand that in light of my illnesses.

So - as several people have said to me over the past few days: "Today is the first day of the rest of my life"...

Which brings me to the title of my post and another FANTASTIC song from the WOW 2010 album - Francesca Battistelli's Free To Be Me:

Free To Be Me

Free To Be Me
Francesca Battistelli

At twenty years of age
I'm still looking for a dream
A war's already waged for my destiny
But You've already won the battle
And You've got great plans for me
Though I can't always see


'Cause I got a couple dents in my Fender
Got a couple rips in my jeans
Try to fit the pieces together
But perfection is my enemy
And on my own, I'm so clumsy
But on Your shoulders I can see
I'm free to be me



When I was just a girl
I thought I had it figured out
See my life would turn out right
And I'd make it here somehow
But things don't always come that easy
And sometimes I would doubt, oh



'Cause I got a couple dents in my Fender
Got a couple rips in my jeans
Try to fit the pieces together
But perfection is my enemy
And on my own, I'm so clumsy
But on Your shoulders I can see
I'm free to be me and You're free to be You



Sometimes I believe that I can do anything
Yet other times I think
I've got nothing good to bring
But You look at my heart and You tell me
That I've got all You seek, oh
And it's easy to believe even though



'Cause I got a couple dents in my Fender
Got a couple rips in my jeans
Try to fit the pieces together
But perfection is my enemy
And on my own, I'm so clumsy
But on Your shoulders I can see



I got a couple dents in my Fender
Got a couple rips in my jeans
Try to fit the pieces together
But perfection is my enemy
And on my own, I'm so clumsy
But on Your shoulders I can see
I'm free to be me and You're free to be You

I know that I am not quite 20 anymore, but in some ways I feel it - like my personal growth was halted at the point of my abortion....

SO its time to rediscover 'cause

I'M FREE TO BE ME!

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

In the event of a relapse...

This is an excerpt from an email that I sent to a group of close friends regarding my struggles with mental illness. It IS long but I have decided to share it because I have had so many positive responses come out of it that I felt that it was worth opening up to a larger audience - one of my (dear, sweet) friends even suggested that I write a book out of it!!! While I don't really think people would read any such volume, various friends have pointed out that some of what I have written is not just helpful for understanding me... But others in their lives that struggle with mental illness... So here it is - actually, it is not really doctored that much at all, so if you dont have the time to read it now, I suggest that you come back later... As it is quite long...

Hey there,

I have thought long and hard about this and I would like to ask you for a special favor.

After almost a year now of really healthy positive steps forward, I am confident that the preceding three years of emotional instability are behind me now and I am breaking free of the grasp of the black dog.

Which has given me alot to mull over. I have straightened out most areas of my life or am still putting alot of hard yards into rebuilding aspects and areas if my life that have suffered dramatically over the last 15-20 years.

One of the biggest breakthroughs that has come about in the past year is the overturning of the Bipolar diagnosis which has come from the recognition that I was misdiagnosed 13 years ago due to the stress and grief related to the abortion and a lack of long term observation, corroborating evidence and a total absence of diagnostic review.

The diagnosis that has now been passed down and has its roots even in early adolescence is Major Depression with Psychotic Features. The Psychotic Features element and the recent Borderline Personality Disorder diagnosis are currently under review due to certain concerns but this observation/review process may take several years to have any real certainty. The longest that I have gone in "remission" is 3-4 years so it could be awhile yet before a firm decision is made relating to these concerns. In addition, there is also a possibility that I have some type of anxiety and/or panic disorder at play as well, and this again needs time, observation and review.

So why am I telling you all of this?

When you have been in the mental health "system" for as long as I have, you will most probably switch off when you hear the terms "recovery planning" "wellness planning" or "care plan". If you're like me, you will have no idea what you can do to help yourself get better and usually these things are shoved under your nose while in hospital when you are at the most acute phase of your "illness".

Questions like "Things I do well"; "Things I can do to help me stay well"; "Things that stress me"; "My early warning signs are..."; "If I become unwell, I would like the following to happen..."; usually invoke a response in me of - "Geez! I dunno! If I knew all of these flipping' things (or words to that effect), I wouldn't be in hospital in the first place!"

But in light of my recent wellness and personal successes, in response to finally getting the RIGHT medication and levels, and in the hope of this second "remission" phase I am possibly moving into, I have learned so much! And I have been working slowly and carefully on a wellness plan and recovery strategy that adequately answers all of those questions and more.

I know now that remission is not some magical healing that God wants to do in my life by hunting around in my soul searching around for some buried, forgotten sin that Jesus already forgave when I accepted him into my life and received healing for my heart and soul in light of what Jesus gave me at the cross.

I know now that the key to remaining well is understanding myself, identifying my stressors and triggers, and placing strategies into effect that will help me manage stress, depression, anxiety and paranoia in
my life. Because all of these things really rock me.

So if you realize that I have a warped view of myself, a situation, an experience or especially a religious idea, please point out the truth in the situation. But also remember that I may just be verbalizing something that I know is just one facet of the whole picture and if you talk to me 10 minutes later, I may mentally have moved miles beyond that point. Part of having to rediscover who I truly am is to challenge everything in my world to check that my internal values and assumptions are mine or if they are someone else's that I have taken on over the years and not questioned in order to please someone else.

If I am depressed, help me find something to hope for; If I am anxious or overwhelmed, please just hug me and remind me that the feelings will pass and I CAN get through it; If I am paranoid, please point out where I might have missed some perspective; If I am stressed, please be prepared to listen to my waffle and withhold opinion because chances are that I will talk myself round if given half a chance to talk; If there is confrontation, please respect my need to remove myself from the room but don't assume that the conversation is over - I simply need to remove myself from the heat for long enough to get my thoughts together and to calm down; If I ask questions please understand it is only because there is an issue arising in me that I haven't challenged myself on and that I need to work through.

I isolate myself whenever I am not coping with life and when I am not coping, I will not reach out to others. I  learning now that I really NEED my friends at these times more than ever. And I need to give you the chance to understand my symptoms so that if you see or think that I am not coping, that NOW is the time to reach out and make contact - because if I get to this point in my depression, I cannot clearly identify my own needs or communicate them.

Sadly, because I heavily restricted my support network to a handful of people several years ago, this immediate network is now all but burnt out from the rollercoaster of suicide attempts and hospital addmissions and maladaptive behavior and non-responsive drug therapy due to misdiagnosis.

So now I am taking a little more risk and widening the circle of support to take the pressure off the ones I have not held but smothered so close to my heart.

All of you on this list I have loved and considered dear and close friends for a long time - for some of you, we only keep touch via email these days, but I still love you with my whole heart and trust you with this next stage of my journey.

I share these things with you not to make excuses for my behavior but to help you understand me a little better because the reality is that "me" is quite complex... It's not that I have unrepentant sin in my life, am manifesting bad spiritual fruit or am need of a deeper spiritual healing, it is the reality of my illness, coupled with my responses to it and stigma over the  years which I am now learning to manage. Unfortunately a physical chronic illness simply needs careful medical management but a chronic mental illness requires not just medical support but emotional support as well.

I do not expect you to handle me with kid gloves - and  in fact I really hate the sensation that I am being "handled". I am a big girl and I wear bid girl panties. If you have a problem with me, I expect you to come directly to me and tell me. I cannot try to read between the lines any more - with my issues relating to paranoia, to expect me to pick up on hints or word play or body language alone is really just inviting trouble, especially for me.

But please, if you do feel that you need to come to me with an issue, do so in love. And if I respond negatively, just leave it at that. Often I need to go away and process it in relation to my internal world to find the right response. Whatever you do, if I have responded negatively, don't labour your point or expand it or explain, because I really don't cope well with confrontation, actual or perceived. It is not that I am overly sensitive, it us just that for years I have not had the words to describe my emotions and responses, and so in deference to having a constructive conversation about an issue of contention, I have simply responded through my mental limitations with intense emotional reactions.

And in addition, please refrain from trying to diagnose me or suggest alternative diagnoses, treatments or medications. If I want your help or advice on any if this, I will ask you - and please especially refrain from giving me self-help books or websites. I have wasted so many hours of my life devouring totally irrelevant information because I have hoped that "this book (etc.) might help me as much as it did "Cara". There is a reason that I consult with three (soon to be four) medical and mental health practitioners over the course of a month. It is their diagnosis, treatment and management strategies that I need and respect. Not Joyce Meyer's or even The Demtel man's.

My biggest fear however (and hence the "special favour" that I asked you to consider at the beginning of this email) - is that I relapse to the point of having to recommence anti-psychotics,  or to the point of hospitalisation. And based on my history with medication and hospital, I have had to reflect on what I would really like to help me through this time - because mentally ill individuals need their support mechanisms to swing into overtime most when the are becoming acute in their illness because at this point they can become emotionally vulnerable, fragile and helpless. This is the one and only instance where you DO treat me with kid gloves.

So here is my request.

I would like you to consider to agreeing to me giving your contact details to someone who I will assign as my recovery manager - I have yet to assign this person. While I am "acute" they will be responsible for managing my finances, communicating with Steve as I instruct,  responding to urgent emails and txts (especially if I am in a public hospital), passing on positive, genuine emails that I may not be able to access whilst in hospital and coordinating the "phone roster".

The phone roster will work like this. If you agree to passing on your details, you will be linked into a group email that lets you know that I have moved into an acute phase of my illness and that it is time to commit to six weeks (in the advent of a reintroduction of anti-psychotics and home management) or a six week + the length of a hospital admission commitment (a maximum of three months). During this time you will be asked to go on a roster for making a short phone call to me on a semi-regular basis. The frequency of the commitment will depend on the number of respondents. If there are seven, then it will be a weekly commitment, if there are fourteen, then a fortnightly commitment and so on...

This will create an eventuality for me of having a conversation with the people who are most important to me, hopefully every day. It is not uncommon to feel isolated from the world, especially while in a locked psych ward or a private Sydney-based hospital. I have in the past gone for days without talking to anyone important to me. And I have gone for almost a week without a visit, which is extremely hard when Sydney-based inpatients have their kids (especially their kids) visit them every day. Your world becomes a never-ending cycle of nurses, doctors, inpatients, medication, meals and sleeping. And I am not exaggerating!

Why am I asking you this? I have had a series of conversations recently where the struggle has been pointed out to me that people who are close to me have felt at a loss as to how to help me when they see me struggling and this has prompted me to think long and hard. I have wanted to come up with a way of alleviating your struggles and uncertainty as well as create a context where I can arrest the thoughts that nobody really loves me, I really am worthless and people only care for me because to they would feel guilty if they walked away from me now. They're being nice to protect themselves.

So this is why I am asking you to consider the phone roster. This is one significant, practical way that you CAN help me!

Some things to consider...

*I will most likely be negative. Please be patient with me, listen to me and try to find something positive to point out but AVOID AT ALL COSTS   platitudes, especially religious/biblical ones ie God's got a reason for you to go through this. God's got something planned for you. Avoid pointing out the bigger picture, because it will either be beyond my present capacities or I will obsess with patterns, co-incidences and "joining the dots"

* Don't try to solve my problems or make suggestions. Acute illness is not the time for either of these things. Just listen and love.

* Don't tell me when you plan to ring next. There is very little in a psych ward to distract, divert, engage you and to fill your day with. If you cannot make the call you intend to, it could make things worse for me as the anticipation will occupy my mind all day. Best to keep it as a surprise. ;)

* Remember that in this state, there is very little that I will say that is directed at you personally. In this place, there is definitely a jumble of thoughts but a lack of discretion on communication. I may think that your entire church has judged me or that my family is having secret conferences about me behind my back and I may believe that passionately. It's not an indication of how I really feel or what I truly believe, it is an inability to sift through thought processes objectively and challenge paranoid thoughts.

* If I do talk too much or the intensity of what I am saying is too much to handle, please TELL ME. Don't just look for a convenient excuse to hang up. When I am in these vulnerable emotional states, and abrupt end to a phone call can be far worse for me than saying "Fi, I am really not coping with this, can we talk about something else? Otherwise I think that I will have to go."

* If you do feel that it is necessary to end the call prematurely, please make sure that it is not the last time you call. I notice when people suddenly drop out of contact, and I will end up obsessing over it. It is better to make another phone call or two and then drop contact if you find that it is too much. That way I will be thrown off the scent and will assume that your life just got busy.

* If you call and I do not answer or (in the public wards) you get hung up on (yep, quite common) PLEASE try to ring back and persevere. There is nothing worse than being told by another inpatient that someone called for you and to then spend the rest of the day wondering who it was and whether they will call back.

*Please DO tell me about YOUR life, experiences, kids, struggles. It is SO good for me to hear these things. Apart from it being a welcome distraction, it takes me out of myself and reminds me that there is a world out there and that I have friends and life waiting for me once I get back on track.

* Remember that this is a temporary reality for me. What you are hearing is not the real Fi but rather a distortion of the real Fi. Please reserve judgement until you can see the real Fi re-emerging. Sometimes I have been known to say things that are completely uncharacteristic for me and contrary to what I am actually thinking or feeling and only days later elephant-brain Fi had absolutely no recollection of saying those things at all.

* Please remember that recovery is a realistic reality not something to just hope for. And given that I am learning more about myself each time this happens, if I make sure that I am properly supported now, my recovery time will likely be much quicker.

* Please be patient, especially in the first month or so. Anti-psychotics and sedatives can RADICALLY change your responses and communication. If what I am saying doesn't make sense, please smile and wave and don't try to interpret. In addition EXPECT DELAYS. My processing speed may be quite slow and my speech may be slurred.

* Please try to avoid saying "x told me that you were..." or "y told me that you said that". During these times of illness in particular, I can become quite paranoid about others talking about me. Part of this is my fear of stigma and misunderstanding and part of this is news getting back to Steve or the kids via Facebook etc. that I haven't shared with them directly for my own personal reasons. I have no trouble with any of you talking about me amongst yourselves because I trust you all and I wouldn't have asked you to become part of my support circle if I felt that you were going to mishandle this situation, information and my trust. But in these times - my rational/logical mind has flown the coop and panic sets in. So please avoid letting me know that you've spoken to anyone.

* Please DO NOT include me on your church prayer chain or in your corporate prayer times. The only church I have given express permission to pray for me corporately is New Future New Hope and that is only in our core home group and with Lee's discretion. If you wish to ask your prayer triplet, mentor, pastor or home group to pray, this is fine as long as you stipulate that this information is strictly CONFIDENTIAL. Given that I am working towards becoming a mental health professional, I feel that it is necessary to limit who knows and who prays. There is nothing constructive about sitting in your psychologist's office and wondering whether it was true what you heard 18 months ago from a concerned lady at your church about your objective, capable, studied and experienced mental health professional being a nutcase and having to be committed to hospital. I am aware that THIS statement may sound quite paranoid in itself, but sadly I have experienced people's assumptions, labeling and stigma far too many times to want to continue opening myself up to uninformed scrutiny and people passing on doctored "prayer updates". It seriously can become as bad as Chinese Whispers. Again, I have seen it far too many times.

* Please don't assume that I will just call you if I want to chat. If I am in a public facility then I need 1) change for the public phone and 2) prayer that the last inpatient to use the phone has not become violent during their phone call and ripped the only phone out of the wall (yep, have seen it happen). So there are natural obstacles to me calling you. And if I am in a private ward and have my phone - there will be a temporary barr put on my phone so that in my mental state of not caring about long-term consequences, I cannot run up an exorbitant phone bill. I will still have the internet so Skype and Facebook will be good alternative chat forums, however please do not look upon this as an alternative substitute to a phone call. Hearing the voice of a trusted friend can be like a mood stabilizer for the soul.

* If I am in a private ward, you will be provided with a landline phone - so you have the option of calling the landline if it works out cheaper for you than calling my mobile. In the public ward, it is generally a landline, but it is the inpatient common phone. So be prepared for ANYTHING when you call it - people are in all kinds of different mental states in a psych ward!

So here I come to the end of my ramble. Thanks for hearing me out. Please take your time in considering whether this is something that you would like the opportunity to contribute to. If there is ANY hint of obligation or hesitation then please send me an email with "I Decline" in the subject line. You do not need to tell me in the body of the text why you ate declining unless you really want to know. If this is your response, I am totally OK with that. I just want you to know that you are very important to me and hopefully share a little bit more of what goes on inside my head when I am I'll - because historically, I have always been bad at that.

If you are uncertain, then reply with "Need Clarification" in the subject line and any of your questions, concerns in the body of the email.

If you want to accept, reply with "I accept" in the subject line and yours reliable email addy and most recent contact number (just in case my records have dated!!)

I love you all and I am so blessed to have you all as friends and family!


Fi
--
I think I'll try defying gravity..

Sunday, September 5, 2010

Defying Gravity

Glee: Defying Gravity
(but we all know that the song comes from Wicked ;) )


Something has changed within me 
Something is not the same 
I'm through with playing by the rules 
Of someone else's game 
Too late for second-guessing 
Too late to go back to sleep 
It's time to trust my instincts 
Close my eyes: and leap! 

It's time to try 
Defying gravity 
I think I'll try 
Defying gravity 
Kiss me goodbye 
I am defying gravity 
And you wont bring me down! 

I'm through accepting limits 
''cause someone says they're so 
Some things I cannot change 
But till I try, I'll never know! 
Too long I've been afraid of 
Losing love I guess I've lost 

[ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/defying-gravity-lyrics-glee-cast.html ]

Well, if that's love 
It comes at much too high a cost! 

I'd sooner buy 
Defying gravity 
Kiss me goodbye 
I'm defying gravity 
I think I'll try 
Defying gravity 
And you wont bring me down! 

I'd sooner buy 
Defying gravity 
Kiss me goodbye 
I'm defying gravity 
I think I'll try 
Defying gravity 
And you won't bring me down! 
bring me down! 
ohh ohhh ohhhh!




Yep - I think I have found my new theme song!

Saturday, August 14, 2010

Busy busy dizzy!!!

Oh how many times have you heard me whinge on this blog about how ho-hum my life is????

Not anymore! (Where's the "eek!" smilie when you need it?)

I am volunteering at NEPS
I am volunteering with Helping Hands (Fi is starting a choir! YAY!)
I am running Kingdom Kids (our church kids group)
I am involved in outreach and pastoral care with my church
I am getting trained in both church planting and mental health (and possibly aged care or floristry!)
I am catching up with great friends
I am immensely enjoying time with my gorgeous nieces and amazing sister
I am VISITING MY KIDS ON THE THIRD WEEKEND OF EVERY MONTH!!!! (Thanks to new consent orders brokered by our very capable solicitors!)

AND

I have had one job interview for a Dementia Care facility part-time in Berry and if that falls through I may have some work opening up part-time in a local florist(hence the reference to the training in aged care/floristry)


DON'T EVER let me tell you that I'm not up to much LOL!

Sunday, May 9, 2010

Grounding myself

The last few months of mentally to-ing and fro-ing have had me almost tied up in stitches and every situation I have encountered has had me viewing life through one lens alone - the lens that is focused one question "when do I go back to Canberra?", In fact that lens - lthough sometimes not completely focused - has been what I have been looking through for the past 15 years - since I was 17, had visited Canberra with my family for the unveiling of the Vietnam Veterans Memorial (or was that earlier?) and then for the Internment of the Unknown Soldier. Even then, in my first almost-adult encounter with Canberra, I felt some strange pull towards the place. Maybe it was discernment, maybe it was rebellion but something propelled me on a drive through the back of Weston Creek on the way back from Tidbinbilla Nature Reserve to make a vow to myself that "someday" I would live in Canberra.

Little did I know that 18 months later I would end up at the ANU to "find" myself - which resulted in me losing myself - and then 12/13 years later finding myself all over again by almost losing myself completely....

I still have a long way to go and some crucial heart-rending journeys to make in the areas of faith and self-esteem, but Canberra has been the making of me, then my un-doing and now, once more, my making.

And so it is natural to ask "when do I go back to Canberra?" but pitched against this wooing, attractive question, I find another deeper question tugging at my heart strings just as strongly, "so I really have to leave all that I love behind?"

When my marriage started to come apart at the seams four years ago, Steve and I decided to go home - to my home - to Nowra. My family and our friends. As we struggled to hold it together for another 12 months, those whom I held dear, held me. When my world fell apart and my lifeblood, my kids moved to the other side of the state, those same beautiful people helped to put me back together. And when my husband of almost 10 years finally decided that he had nothing left to work with, and divorced me, these angel held me together.

Death's foul stench filled the air, filled my world and finally filled my soul.My life had become a series of morbid milestones - "6 weeks since my last OD" - "that's 2 weeks better than my last one". In the same way that an alcoholic celebrated sobriety, I celebrated surviving - not living - just hanging on by the skin of my teeth.

Somewhere during that 3-4 years of struggle Isaiah 54:5 was given to me and a new journey began. 


       "For your Maker is your husband— 
       the LORD Almighty is his name—
       the Holy One of Israel is your Redeemer;
       he is called the God of all the earth."

While I was not a widow in the most formal sense of the word, I was exactly that and I began to learn what it meant to allow God to be my friend, to provide for me, to hold me through the dark times - all things that I had expected from Steve all those years - which he did provide - in part - but could not handle to loving me i the way that I was learning God could.

After a while I stopped observing milestones and only noticed them when I once again slipped. But each time I did, it was further away from my last attempt.

Today, I am proud (and very much relieved) to say that it has now been over a year since my last (AND FINAL!) attempt!

Despite the recent Christmas crazies, each day I am walking in ever-increasing freedom and discovering life, love and other beautiful things. I am finding peace, joy and contentment (slowly though!) and now I can finally say:

I AM LIVING!!!

But what of this lens? Well, I think that it is time to take the glasses off and look at this picture with new eyes. Canberra today is not the Canberra of 1996 and 1997. I have grown and changed and so have the people I knew then. My friendships (well some of them) remain, but the pace of life has changed. It is now no longer about hanging out and having fun - it is about work, paying bills and breathing where you get the chance. I thought that I wanted that. But I don't. I had always thought that I would only ever be a part-time worker....so if I am in Canberra what happens when I am not working? Especially when all my friends are?
My mum once said that if you could count 5 good friends on your hand then you are truly blessed. In Canberra, I can only count four. And as much as these four people love me dearly - they may not have the time for me when I need someone... life is busy. It is nobody's fault. It is just how it is. Canberra would be a lonely solution.

In Nowra, I CAN count 5 people who love me dearly - outside of my family as well! People who can and do make the time - and have done so right from the very start. I have a place in my church. A place at home. Quite possibly even a place in the community. I belong here. And I find peace here too. There is much to be said for the business and bustle of a city - and it is something that I really don't need to be feeding my vulnerable mind with. Here - I can go outside on a warm night and listen to the crickets, the frogs and the cows. I can breathe in deeply... I can take the time to continue this journey of health and simplicity.

I need to put some things in place so that I don't get bored. I need to make sure that I don't flit off into the realms of what could-have-been or what-still-could-be....

But I guess that is the lesson of contentment. Whether in want or in plenty.

I remember going to an ISCF conference as a teenager. Someone had written a theme song for the week - the chorus still sticks with me:

Go make a difference
Shine your light in the world
Go to a people in darkness
And let the truth be unfurled
Bloom where you're planted
Rescue my sheep gone astray
Take hold of my hand and together we'll stand
And we'll go make a difference today.

While today I debate the theology in rescuing the sheep that Jesus was always credited with rescuing in the Bible - there is one line that rings true. BLOOM WHERE YOU'RE PLANTED.

I have been planted here. Maybe Canberra was necessary. It was a catalyst for many things and some of those realities will take years for me to sift through. But I need to learn to walk now... I have been crawling for a while and now it is time to take those first few tottering steps to independence. When do I go back to Canberra? Well, as an old friend once said - "If you ever wonder where you should be, just keep doing what you've been told to until you're told to do something else".

What am I to do? 

BLOOM WHERE YOU'RE PLANTED

Friday, April 30, 2010

The Here and Now

One of the things that I have discovered that characterises schizophrenic-type thinking is an inability to live in the present - to always be living like the future is now and while I am not living in a delusion anymore - not making decisions and living like what I want in the future I can actually will into reality, I am also not living for now. The one thing that has consumed me for the past month, since coming home and going back on meds has been - "What will I do next year? TAFE or uni? Early childhood, nursing, midwifery, library studies, arts, ministry, literature, psychology, medicine?????

I have dreams that I would like to work towards, but the detailed planning that I have gone into for things I'd like to achieve 5, 10, 20 years down the track is absolutely mind-boggling. And then the path of academia that  have plotted for myself has most people exhausted just hearing about it. And this is what has consumed me for the past few months - moreso in the past month.

There are a few things however that I WOULD like to do for MYSELF: sing, read, write, work.

Singing? I will get onto it after the kids visit in July and I have a little bit of spare cash available to me for buying music etc. My AMus in Voice will probably be pushed until next year due to finances and time but that's OK. The Eisteddfod for next year - I missed the cut-off for this year - will be a great testing ground for that.

Reading? I need to make more of a priority in my life as I seek to learn more about life in general (and escape from life in general!!!)

Writing? Again, I need to make more of a commitment to this because maybe in all of the "possibilities" running around in my head, perhaps in crafting them into words of fiction and fact, they will leave my head alone!!!

Work? Well, I am signed up with Essential Personnel and I have another appointment next week -so we'll see what comes of that...

And of course, in working there is freedom financially. Once my debts are paid off, I can get my own place, get a car, get a piano..

So for now, I am going to deal with the here and now. The future can stay where it is. I know where my dreams are - I know how to get there - but unless the doors open up, I am not pushing anymore. I will walk away from academia for now and just deal with what's in front of me because if I can build a world that brings me a sense of accomplishment as I get into my car at the end of the working day so that I can go home to my own place to play my piano and sing - Yep. That's what I want

Saturday, April 10, 2010

Some perspective

Its amazing what a couple of weeks of thought on an anti-psychotic can do.

I have come to realise that while the last four months have been a period of accelerated learning about myself, it has also been a period of mania and possibly also mixed mood.

I don't know if it has been Bipolar, Schizoaffective, Schizotypal disorder or Schizophrenoform. It could be a simple as Bipolar 1 cormobid with BPD. I don't know that I fit neatly into any of the diagnostic criteria. And it really doesn't matter to me.

Who I am, where I have been and where I am going, is all that matters to me now and what I DO have coming out of it all is drive. Something that I have been missing since my late teens. The ability to make myself move forward rather than being weighed down by depression and circumstance. I still want to do all of the same things that I wanted to do two weeks ago when I presented to Calvary hospital for the umpteenth time!

I still want to go back to uni and study. I still want to work with kids and families in developing healthy, wholistic family relationships and individuals. I still want to start an all-inclusive, allergen-free preschool. I still want to start an organisation that lobbies and advocates for equal pay and standards for self-employed nannies. I still want to work in social policy in an attempt to restructure our medical system effectively - especially in the area of mental health. And I still want to sing...

None of it is urgent though. None of it has to be done tomorrow - and this is where I was coming undone - I thought that I would be able to achieve all of that in the space of five years and have been awarded 8 academic degrees in the space of 10 (at varying levels of study) - and that is impossible (even for the brightest sparks!).

I want to apologise to all of you who struggled to know what to do with me in the past few months or so. I did not see that I was unwell because my mania seemed normal to me - and I WAS sleeping mostly! I have never been manic before (at least not that I know of) and so that everything fit neatly into place and that everything had an answer and could be deciphered by logic seemed perfectly normal to me. But that brought me to a place where my brain never shut down - maybe that is why I slept - because my brain needed me to shut down occasionally...

Hindsight is a brilliant thing - it gives us perspective.

What am I going to do with that perspective? I am going to use it as a yardstick. Now I know what mania is like, I can be better equipped to know when I am getting out of kilter. When everything makes so much sense that it looks like there is too much sense - then I will know that it is time to talk to someone. When God reveals something to me and then tells me not to tell anyone else because they will not understand - then I will talk to someone. When I start thinking that I am going to become one of the world's most influential people - then I will talk to someone.

And until then - I am just going to live my life out in this quiet little country town. I want to go back to Canberra but I am still not 100% sure on that one - living away from my family and in a big city - it may be too much for me. But then again, it might be as Rob suggested - that I need to build up my emotional muscles first. I don't know....

But for now the plan is simple: Sleep, walk, knit, write, talk, listen, play, study, work, pray.

Simplicity, wisdom, integrity, surrender.

Love you all
--
Simply Fi

Thursday, April 8, 2010

Mixed Feelings

I saw my GP today who reiterated his opinion from last week which was that I would probably always need medication.

I don't know that I agree.

Yes, the last four months or so have been a rollercoaster and my responses to it have been a little loopy and unstable but so are my ways of coping with the world. The psychological term for it is maladaptive and the beauty of identifying maladaptive coping mechanisms and behavioural responses is that they can be corrected and more adaptive choices, decisions and responses can be learned.


Signing 24 month contracts for phones for each of the kids so that they could call me whenever they liked without first talking it over with Steve and then finding out once the contracts were signed that Steve would not allow the kids to have the phones.

Not maladaptive. But not well thought through


After missing several buses - causing me to take one day off work and being late for work on a second day, I borrowed money from a lender who charged a motza in interest and bought a bomb for $200 down from $600, thinking that I would do it up and have a reliable little car. After not heeding my mechanic-brother's advice, it subsequently died on me and needed more work put into it immediately that I had (in fact, I had to sell it to a scrap-metal place just to pay the towing bill).

Not maladaptive. But not all that smart either

I went to my GP with lump on my breast which he put down to mastitis and decided to check for poly-cystic ovarian syndrome... but it sparked in my head a concern for my children and caused me to question why I had decided to move to Canberra in the first place and not closer to my babies who were desperately missing their mum.

Not maladaptive on its own. But certainly emotionally driven.

Caleb and Hannah confiding in me certain things and based on my history with Steve panicking and removing them from what I believed to be a potentially dangerous situation.

Not maladaptive on its own. But certainly impulsive.

Finding myself stranded in Tamworth, having to advance half of my fortnightly Centrelink income to pay for the motel that I had taken the kids to and stayed in, and having to seek out accomodation which Lyn and Paul graciously offered me when I found myself in dire straights because I made financial committments based on a txt conversation I had with my client who then did not pay her account when she said she would.

Not maladaptive on its own. But certainly naieve

Finding out that I had racked up $2000 worth of calls between the four phones that I had in my possession whilst stranded in Tamworth for 10 days or so - and then having to agree to much higher phone plans in order to get Telstra to wipe the debt.

Not maladaptive on its own. But certainly financially daft.

Receiving a series of phone calls at 5am in the morning from a drunken, distressed woman calling my house to ask why her partner is cheating on her and becoming involved thinking that I had to somehow "rescue" her.

Not maladaptive on its own. But certainly making myself vulnerable.

Unwittingly becoming my flat-mate's counsellor because she needed a safe friend to talk things through with.

Not maladaptive on its own. But again making myself vulnerable.

There are so many things that have happened in the past four months (I can list more) that each, on its own, is no real biggie - but given that all of these things happened together in such a small space of time leave me wondering - is it really me that is unstable or is it that sometimes this is what life is...

Whether its my own chemical instability that is now being covered by these meds or whether I just need to learn how to financially manage my affairs, steer away from sole trading roles, wise up, plan my travel better, trust Steve more and set up better boundaries for myself (adaptive strategies) I really don't know - but I DO tend to lean towards the latter.

The delusions? They all stem from the Christmas/New Year period where I was hearing the "voice of God" as I came off the Seroquel (without medical advice) - a drug which I have classically hallucinated on in the past...

Oh well - nothing will come of wondering about this stuf in the short-term. I won't be playing with these meds until my private health insurance is up to date and I can admit to a private facility where the meds can be adjusted and the behaviour can be observed... and that will be at least 12 months...

Here's hoping that the coming 12 months are smoother than the last four!

Thursday, April 1, 2010

RElief

Monday was completely characterised by relief.

Bel woke me at about 9am and I realised that for the first time in weeks I had slept a normal cycle - 11pm to 6am! I went back for some more snoozing after my typical early-morning dash to the loo, but after a couple of hours of dozing I was ready to get up at a human hour and take on the world's challenges - with energy! It was so relieving and refreshing to have found that sleep!

Then after discovering that Countrylink was only running buses, Bel re-iterated her offer to drive me to Moss Vale to meet my parents. It was such a relief to have her company for the trip. While I value my alone time - I have a tendency to want to process externally and with feedback - otherwise I am known to go round and round in circles - becoming entrenched in an idea and not seeing other options - and this season is not one for blocking out advice and perspective, in a decision to go it alone - not when I don't trust God enough to just listen and live. Even to just listen. Because lately what I am hearing is downright delusional - or maybe what I am hearing is truth but my interpretation of it is delusional? Or maybe it is truth and my delusional mind is adding? Probably all of the above because that is the thing about delusion - its pervasive - and it is so subtle. At first and even later, you don't realise unless you verbalise it (and even then) that it is completely cooky....

"I put some truth in every lie, just to tickle twitching ears"
Keith Green

Where does God's perfection end and my brokenness begin? How do I move through this and find healing so that all I have is God's perfection?

I don't know. But what I do know is that I am finally home.

To rest; to recuperate; to restore; to re-energise; and to renew.

How?

1. Health
2. Wisdom
3. Integrity
4. Simplicity

I need to curb these delusions and slow my mind down. With medication initially but hopefully without in the longer-term. But that will only come with time, therapy, wise counsel and trust - all things that I need a supportive home environment to rest in so that I can nurture this journey along in its own time.

And to that end, I want to come out and publically acknowledge and thank my parents. Some feel that my online struggles with my parents has meant that I don't respect them, don't love them and don't feel that they love me. Nothing could be farther from the truth on all three counts. I have had this horrible habit of using online forums to talk about other people in my life when really my blog should just be about me and my family and friends ONLY if they agree to it and only en-couched in language can only be read as non- accusatory. I am very quick to write and then post without going back through the blog to see if anything could actually be misread.

And so to that extent I am apologising. To mum. To dad. And to you the reader for leaving you with any impression other than that my mum and dad love me and have moved mountains for me and will continue to do so. In that same vein - I feel the same way about them. And that is the crux of all of the things I have struggled with lately with regards to my family.

MOVING ON...

There are ten things that I want to learn how to do on a regular basis:

1. Sleep
2. Walk
3. Knit
4. Read
5. Write
6. Listen
7. Play
8. Work
9. Study
10. Pray

I have found that I can do all quite effectively but that even pulling three off together on a daily, consistent basis for more than two weeks at a time seems to be impossible. Previously due to the depression and drugs and now more than ever because I consistently get myself into situations that have me hopping from foot to foot... It's no wonder than whenever stressful events have raised their ugly heads in my life recently, I have been careening down a path of greater insanity!

Each of these things listed above I need to feed my soul.

Sleep? It's kind of a "well-duh!" thing. And yet has always been extremely evasive for me because I feel that I think most clearly at 2am in the morning.

Walk? For years, medication and weight have shut me down so that just a simple walk around the block on a regular basis was difficult - in fact, almost impossible. Losing 20kg and rediscovering the joy of being active has re-ignited something in my soul that I don't ever want to lose again! I have discovered a great sense of self-worth as I have felt the freedom of a fully-functioning metabolism once again and I've also re-discovered a love of nature - gardens, birds, the gentle breeze, the warm sun. Maybe medication is going to be a reality again for me - and with that may come a slower metabolism - but I want to keep those energy levels up! I want to walk so that one day I can RUN along the beach chasing my kids. Oh what a day that would be!

Knit? Knitting busies my hands so that I can slow my mind down to think clearly and objectively because I am diverting alot of my mental energy into something physical - and its also a great way of achieving creative, practical, gift-oriented and tangible goals!

Read? In devouring My Sister's Keeper in little under a month, I not only have found a new favourite author but I opened my eyes once again to the beauty of the written form, the power of story-telling and the hermit-like bliss of literary escapism. For years I have escaped the world that I could not cope with by mentally shutting down and sleeping. And I have missed so much! But loosing myself in a good book? Oh wow! What I gain! And it is a far more socially acceptable habit reading a book on a train, rather than snoring my head off to the discomfort of my fellow travellers!

Write? Oh yes! The release of journaling, the joy of creating, the growth in reflection and introspection - need I say more?

Listening? I want to thank all of you who have let me bend your ears on very numerous occasions - but with all of the stress that has been going on in my life I have become painfully aware that I am all talk. I am not listening to anyone, even on the most basic of levels. Its all about me, me, me and that is hardly the way that it should be. So I have made up my mind to shut my mouth and listen... to my family, to my friends, to God (although that is still a little scary given the current context).

Play? That can mean any number of things - but to me it is intrinsically related to music - and for me personally - that means singing, listening to music and then singing some more. While ever there is an emotion to be shared there will be a song in my heart. I cannot deny that need for self-expression and communication any longer. What format that will take, I do not know. Maybe it is joining a choir, maybe it is writing some more, maybe its continuing to pursue my AmusTCL in voice or even my 6th grade piano, or buying that guitar I have been dreaming of? Go back to violin or clarinet? Some days it will probably just be listening to my ipod. But whatever the form I know that if there is no music in my life, my spark fades. So I will play!

Work? I will never be able to successfully be able to move out of home and support myself (or my kids in the possible future) if I cannot be consistent and hold down a regular job - and discovering that I can make a contribution to society is very empowering and inspiring as well! Whether it is music teaching, or going back to the library to process some more books for release into circulation, I really don't mind - but I am craving that need to contribute - and the pay wouldn't go astray either ;)

Study? I have an active, searching, intelligent mind - and putting it to good use makes good sense - far better than letting it run around in circles, majoring on the minor things in life. I am not sure at this stage exactly what study I will go into - maybe a BA to give me an excuse to read and explore literature that I may not otherwise consider challenging myself with! But whatever the study, I need to occupy this crazy brain of mine otherwise it will go stir-crazy!

Pray? Another "well duh Fi"? Maybe not so much. My spiritual journey has been very interesting lately. And my faith has taken quite a battering. I can't discern what is true and what is not. It is not so much that I doubt God, but I doubt myself. If I have ever had a spiritual gift over the years, it has been discernment - my gut is rarely wrong - my interpretation is often off, but my core feelings about a given situation/person/event are usually spot on. And yet lately I seem to have lost the iNtuitive in my INFJ - and without the N my Feeling has taken over! So while I struggle to rediscover that N, I need to protect myself by feeding my Introvert and by nurturing my Judging preferences. I NEED to come away from the world and pray regularly. Because faith is really an iNtuitive thing. Its the "I know that I know that I know" thing where you actively let go of the need to know more and just trust that knowing. The less Sensate you are, the more you tend to intrinsically trust and therefore the more that you exercise your iNtuitive preference. And while I am having trouble trusting, I have to remember that God IS bigger. Therefore I need to exercise my Thinking skills for a while. I need to pray, out loud (Extrovert) - regularly (Judging). Talking to God even if I don't trust myself in listening for the answers. Talking out loud so that I can in no way confuse what I am saying, with what God is saying. Accepting the word without Thinking and trying to interpret it. And just learning to live in that place of childlike faith.

"But Jesus called the children to him and said, "Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these."
Luke 18:16

Kids just trust. They don't question. If a four year old asks you why the sky is blue and you respond "because God made it that way", generally you won't get much argument. It is only when a child has no context to put that in (ie not being taught about God the creator) that they begin to ask questions.

But I have all the context in the world and still I doubt (I am becoming more of a Sensate that I ever imagined I would!). So for now - going back to one of my earlier "needs", I am just going to listen... and take it to those wiser than me for confirmation or denial.

But that doesn't take away my need to be obedient and pray.

"Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God."
Philippians 4:6

I need to trust Him, even if I don't trust myself because at the end of the day, if there is something that He needs me to know, I won't just discern it - He will go out of His way to SHOW IT to me through the confirmation of others wiser than me and through the world around me.

And in confirming the iNtuitive discernment through Sensate proof, maybe therein I will find the balance and learn to trust myself and God again.

"I will do what you have asked. I will give you a wise and discerning heart."
1 Kings 3:12a

No idea what I am talking about?
Myers-Briggs Personality Types

And for interest's sake: I am an INFJ. What are you?


It has been a long, hard four months or so - but at the end of the day - at home in "God's country" :) (as Lee put it today) - after realising where I have been and where I am going and who I am - all I can do is breathe a huge sigh of relief!

TODAY:

I have slept!
I have walked!
I have knitted!
I have have read!
I have written!
I have listened!
I have played!
I have studied!
I have prayed!

9/10 ain't bad considering that I don't have work at the moment!

Look out world! A new chapter is beginning!

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Childish ways

Do what you feel in your heart to be right for you'll be criticised anyway. You'll be damned if you do, damned if you don't."
Eleanor Roosevelt

I have been thinking that it is a really sad thing that somewhere along the way I stopped trusting people and came to respect people so little that I have come to a place of expecting people to hurt me and let me down.

As my dear friend Bel has pointed out on numerous occasions

"No-one can make you inferior without your consent"
Eleanor Roosevelt

I can remember being told as a young woman that my greatest failing is that I wear my heart on my sleeve. Some have said I am too passionate. Others have said I am too trusting.

And over the years in response to various situations that brought about these critical evaluations, I shut down. I allowed myself to believe the lie that these wonderful character traits were somehow wrong - that they were in fact failings - that they were childish. So as I "put off" my childish ways in search of a person who was so distant from who I was, I died a little. And then a little more. Until one day, I just stopped trusting and shut down completely.

The feelings of inferioity, worthlessness, incapability and despair brought about more and more medication until one day I was not only shut down emotionally but physically as well.

And as I cried our to God, He heard. He responded. The path has been slower than I would have liked and at sometimes is more precarious than I ever would have imagined but day by day I am learning and I am walking into greater freedom.

So I have asked myself, "Why am I afraid to be passionate?" "Why am I reserved?" "Why am I afraid to trust?"

And what is disappointment and hurt at someone else's hands? Sad? Yes. But something to be afraid of? No.

I hid this blog away from the world a few weeks ago and have even more recently considered restricting it even further. But at the end of the day, my trust is not in the reader, that you will read it, misinterpret it and somehow make me feel inferior for writing it, but my trust is in God, that even if you DO read it and misinterpret it, that I cannot be made to feel inferior because I KNOW who I am and God KNOWS who I am.

And that is enough.

-
Simply Fi