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My life according to Earth, Wind And Fire. It’s their world, we just live in it.

I did this some time ago and it was fun. Time consuming, but fun. Using only song names from ONE ARTIST, cleverly answer these questions. You can’t use the band I used. Try not to repeat a song title. It’s a lot harder than you think! Repost as “my life according to (band name)” if you dare!

1. Are you a male or female?
Sun Goddess 1975

2. Describe yourself:
Shining Star 1977

3. How do you feel:
Happy Feelin’ 1975

4. Describe where you currently live:
Boogie Wonderland 1979

5. If you could go anywhere, where would you go:
Africano 1975

6. Your favorite form of transportation:
Runnin’ 1977

7. Your best friend:
You’re a Winner 1981

8. Your favorite color is:
Evolution Orange 1981

9. What’s the weather like:
Sunshine 1975

10. Favorite time of day:
Sunday Morning 1993

11. If your life was a TV show, what would it be called:
The Changing Times 1981

12. What is life to you?
That’s The Way Of The World 1975

13. Your current relationship:
Victim Of The Modern Heart 1987

14. Looking for:
Devotion 1974

15. Wouldn’t mind:
Something Special 1983

16. Your fear:
Burnin’ Bush 1976

17. What is the best advice you have to give:
Keep Your Head To The Sky 1973

18. If you could change your name, you would change it to:
Sweet Sassy Lady 1983

19. Thought for the Day:
Remember The Children 1972

Yeah, this took me a while. Too many great EW&F songs to pick from.

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Strong Woman? “Phst!”

About two years ago, I found myself in a counselors chair unable to quit crying. I have always been emotional – I’d cry during a touching McDonald’s commercial for Pete’s sake. But this was so different. I’d been struggling with my son’s issues, money issues, trying to save my house issues,  job issues…

issues, Issues, ISSUES!

So after a particularly rough morning with my son, I began crying in the parking lot of his school and couldn’t stop. I called the “mental health department” on the back of my health card to find a counselor that could see me right away. That’s when I was diagnosed with clinical depression.

Not me ~ I’m a strong black woman!

I handle my business. I love my life. If I just made more money I’d be fine. If my son would behave, I’d have it made. If my job weren’t so stressful, I wouldn’t be so emotional. I gave that counselor every excuse in the book but the fact was I was depressed and was unable to hide it anymore.

The women in my family have had a long history of anxiety issues. I was told that my great, great-grandmother – a freed slave – would disappear days at a time even after being freed. Sort of a Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder I guess. But depression?

So, I began regular counseling and hesitantly taking an anti-depressant. I asked quite a few times when I could stop taking the Happy Pill, but I was told by my doctor and counselor that I should continue taking it for a while longer. After all, I was happy again. In fact, so happy that I find myself emotionless when I should be crying.

I’ve also developed unexplained allergies to nickel and Balsam of Peru (an ingredient found in perfumes and flavoring like vanilla and cinnamon). That means no chocolate or my famous oatmeal raisin cookies. Now that’s plain ol’ wicked! I’ve always had a bit of eczema growing up, but now I have some form of arthritic psoriasis attacking my joints and my already sensitive skin. Oh yeah, did I mention weight gain, unexplained fatigue and agitation like you wouldn’t believe. This is enough to send me back to counseling….Seriously!

So, after almost two years on the Happy Pill, I’ve made a decision to wean myself off of these things. I’ve researched and found many others experiencing my symptoms and more. It won’t be pretty. I understand first hand why people become addicted to prescription drugs. I forget to get a Happy Pill refill once and didn’t take it for two days. I was going through withdrawal and didn’t realize it. It was painful and scary.

The best way for me then will be lowering the dose slowly until I’m symptom free. I’m purchasing a pill cutter and clipping these devils down one-quarter every two weeks until I don’t need them anymore.  I’m getting out to exercise both outdoors and in the gym, and I’m working on my diet. And, this is where I could use your help.

I will attempt to journal my experience as I can, but I need advise on vitamin/herbal supplements that will help, plenty of prayers, encouragement and your story of  kicking the “Happy Pill” habit.

What I don’t want is your judgement on taking the medicine in the first place, or your Christian evaluation on me not having enough faith because I know without a shadow of a doubt there are some people on this earth that NEED to take something!!!

I know that God will help me get through this though. He drew me to the right people and the right course of action; at the right time. And honestly, it helped me through a rough period of my life. So how about it? You ready to help me get through this thing? I’ll begin on August 1st.

 

 

That’s my TESStimony and I’m stickin’ to it!

Why Am I Here!

Why am I here?

I’m new to blogging but not new to writing. I’ve shared my wit and wisdom in various ways but today I’ve decided to let my hair down – pretty funny because it’s barely an inch long – for a change.

I’ve been a single parent for 16-years. I adopted my son shortly before his 1st birthday and this ride has been wild and crazy. I don’t know why I decided to adopt. Maybe because my dad is an adopted child, my mom sheltered many wayward family in her day too. Perhaps I adopted because I wanted to pay the price for not finding the right guy to marry and have children with. I also had so many issues with fibroids and PMS that I was afraid I’d never have children anyway. I was right with that one and gave in and had a hysterectomy two years ago.

Then it could be because I really, really wanted to love a child. Yes, that’s it…I really wanted a family of my own, plus I’m just a tad bit crazy.

In the coming weeks and months, I’ll let you know what I’ve gone through with this child whom I love dearly. Manchild was born addicted to crack. He was diagnosed early with ADHD and recently has been dealing with depression and anger.

Through countless therapists, psychiatrists, medication, prayer and tears I’m feeling stuck because at 17, Manchild believes he can help himself now. But I see him diving head first into deep undercurrents. What will I do next?

I’m here to figure that out.