October 30, 2014
Another week goes by and sometimes they’re unpredictable. Not always goes according to plan or as expected. Some days are just miserable on its own and it’s hard to remain positive when everything else has its own rhythm.
The only thing that saves me any day is talking to people, reaching out. There’s always someone wanting to listen and it’s only a phone call away. Depending on the hour, I choose to call a local friend or an overseas friend. Friends are awesome, there are always there to help. They don’t get tired of listening and they can turn a bad day into a good one, just by offering some advice or being there for us.
The road is there in front of us, and we choose how we want to live. It’s important to remember to smile, at least once or twice a day, there’s always a reason to smile! Isn’t it wonderful that we are alive and kicking?
I hope that at least this post put a smile on your face. If that’s the case, you made my day!
October 26, 2014
When I was in hospital, we had Art Therapy once a week and we could create our own projects. I transformed a nappy box into my inspirational box.
This is a box to put everything that I love, a collection of objects, postcards, letters from friends, music, gifts etc. The idea behind it is to have like a Pandora’s box for those days that I’m not feeling good. In any bad day, I can reach for my box and it will be full of happy moments that will lift my mood.
Art therapy is a powerful tool for recovery. I used to love every class. We were given a task either to explore our feelings on the day, or to distract ourselves from our minds and do something silly.
Recycling is important to me, so my aim was to recycle materials and convert them into new objects. I created a pot from a formula tin, and some pencils containers out of used coffee cups. There’s something magic in the process of making art. The brain switches to a different mood and healing happens.
Do you have any art projects as part of your recovery journey? Writing is definitely one! It will be nice if you want to share them with me. We can find different strategies to help each other.
October 23, 2014
I’d like to think that I’m currently undertaking a healing process. That I have to put all my knowledge and my resources into work and make an effort to not to be the guy to whom always rains on top of him.
Many years ago, I created a piece of artwork (Rain or sunshine) with two persons. For one of them, the sun was shining. For the other one, it was cloudy and rainy on top of his head. The same day, different attitude. I want to be the person that shines on, together with the clarity of the day, the person that becomes bright in spite of the difficulties.
I’ve discovered that writing helps to heal, and also helps to reach out to people. I’m overwhelmed at the amount of people that read my story and told me a little bit of theirs. We’re all human beings and we can relate to each other.
I need to take small steps, day by day, one at a time… facing a new challenge, having dreams ready to be dreamed, waking up every morning to a new day and being thankful of just being alive.
We take too many things for granted and we can only realised of the value of things once we’ve lost them. Health is a precious gift, we need to care for ourselves.
Thank you for being part of my journey, to listen on the other side of the road, to just be there in the present moment. That’s all we need: others. Nice to meet you all, you’re great people.
October 22, 2014
Great writing found and here to share with you all. Enjoy!
Originally posted on Like Chocolate:
once said that she wanted the following phrase to be carved on her tombstone: “I did my best; I hope you do the same.”
Recently I’ve been wondering what my best consists of. Should my best include aiming for society’s idea of success? Should it include achieving my dream career? Should it include building a family? Or should it just include the simple idea of being happy? I’ve been wondering what people equate success and achievement to and I’ve been wondering if they strive for these ideas for themselves or because the world tells them they should.
As a senior in college now I’ve been reevaluating my goals in life and what are the most important things to me. It seems that other people constantly love to give their opinions on how other people should live their lives. They look down on people if they don’t have…
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October 21, 2014
It all started less than two months ago. I ended up in hospital, after two days as an in-patient. They said it: post-partum psychosis.
How on Earth do you carry on with your normal everyday life when you’ve been diagnosed with a mental illness?
I though about starting a conversation about this. Not too sure if to throw it out there… but if I don’t, what’s the point? I thought there will be people out there experiencing something similar. Some new mums desperate for help, and I can offer my experience, as a basis to start talking about this, get the ball rolling.
I’m a new mum. My baby Julian is almost 8 months old. He’s a precious little thing, living in his own world. I couldn’t connect with him as much as I’d love to after I got sick, two months ago.
I was delusional. I thought that my partner and all of my friends were part of a gang trying to poison me and Julian. I escaped home twice, the second one on a Monday night at 1.30 am singing a mantra under the rain, carrying my baby in a pouch. I wanted to go to Town Hall police station. There were no trains. The brothel workers waiting at Artarmon station spoke no English, but I managed to make myself understood: please call 000. My baby and I need HELP. When I spoke to emergency, they asked too many questions… that I thought it was a waste of time as I needed the ambulance NOW, that same moment. I ended up hanging up and catching the night bus with the brothels workers, all going to the city.
The cops looked at me in disbelief. They said every night they hear a similar story, but I managed to convince them to call an ambulance. Take me to a hospital, and then I will be safe. I ended up in RPA Missenden unit, the Psychiatric unit, emergency department. I was there for 2 nights, until I could prove that I was not as insane as everyone else.
But no sooner was I out, I was back in hospital again, of my own accord this time. The Royal North Shore, for another two nights, until I was transferred to the best hospital of its kind in NSW: St John of God, mother & baby unit. I was there for a month, recently discharged a week ago.
This was one of the most terrifying experiences of my whole life. And I think it felt like this, because I’m a new mother and I’m responsible for the care of my baby.
St. John of God does a terrific job with new mothers with similar illnesses like anxiety, depression, bipolar disorder and psychotic episodes. They have group therapy twice a day, a holistic approach of carers with nurses, doctors, psychologists, psychiatrists, medication, meals, art therapy, walks, bonding time with the babies. Everything is in the right place for the affected mothers to recover quickly, and so I did.
So that’s why I’m here telling you my story. Because I made it to the other side. It’s still challenging, every day, I’m learning how to live again with who I am.
And on the other side, everything seems exciting, like a new road, so many things to learn ahead, a different horizon, too many strategies to put into place.
And tomorrow, there’s always tomorrow and a new beginning.
July 31, 2014
July 15, 2014
The 2014 World Cup came to an end.
Argentina got the 2nd place in a very good match against Germany, but not good enough to win the cup.
It doesn’t matter. Life goes on. We dreamed, we felt alive, we shouted in front of the TV, we gathered with friends, we wore our blue and white t-shirts with pride.
It’s funny how people reacted so differently to the result of the World Cup final. Some people were really angry with the team, with the referee, with the winners, with the world in general.
Others were grateful for the effort that our team put into it, they left everything in the field, they played with their hearts and their souls.
Other people celebrated as if we had won! They went out to the streets to sing, shout and expressed their happiness.
For me and some others, it was OK to lose. Yes, it would have been great to win, but it doesn’t matter that much, because the purpose was fulfilled and we’ll have another chance. Sometimes it’s better to let go.
It’s good to be back! I hope to be back more often… not to wait another year to find inspiration to write. Inspiration can be anywhere, even around the corner.
Thank you for reading. I hope that you enjoyed it as much as I do like writing.
Hope to be in touch with you soon!
Another day, another road, another dream…!
July 13, 2014
Hoy es la final, y si bien faltan unas cuantas horas hasta que nos enfrentemos a Alemania, ya siento todas las emociones previas al encuentro: miedo, ansiedad, euforia… A la selección le digo: Gracias muchachos por la alegría que nos han dado estas semanas!!
July 13, 2014
Hacía falta una gran motivación para volver a escribir. Es que escribir no es fácil como parece. Escribir es enfrentarse a la hoja en blanco, y consecuentemente a nuestro propio vacío. Porque cuando uno escribe, lo hace con todos los sentidos, y deja el alma en lo que cuenta.
Finalmente, llegó este Mundial. Y empezamos tímidamente a ponernos contentos, de a poquito, porque nunca se sabe… aunque por estos pagos, al estar lejos de Argentina, las situaciones se idealizan, y todos nos atrevemos a soñar un poco más.
Todo empezó cuando nuestra amiga Kathy nos propuso ir a grabar para un canal de tele, SBS, una nota sobre los hinchas argentinos viviendo en Australia, y allí estuvimos, apareciendo en las noticias de la tarde.
Empezamos a juntarnos con amigos a ver los partidos, quedándonos despiertos hasta las 2 am o poniendo la alarma para levantarnos a las 6, contentos el día que cayó a las 8 am.
Desde Sydney, Australia añoramos no estar ahora mismo en Buenos Aires, gritando por las calles con la camiseta puesta, y hacemos lo posible para recrear un pedacito de esa fiebre que solo los argentinos podemos transmitir.
En definitiva, por más que nos encantaría ganar, lo importante es haber llegado a este momento. Ganamos o perdamos, ya hemos hecho historia. Ganamos o perdamos, siempre vamos a ser argentinos de alma. Ganamos o perdamos, llevamos la camiseta estampada en el corazón. En Buenos Aires, en Europa, en la China o en Australia, argentinos, se nace, se vive, se siente.