Sabrina (Photo credit: joaoloureiro)
Sabrina is here with her sadness, anxiety and inattention in full swing. She is able to say that she knows she’ll get better. However, her body and expressions tell me she is bewildered. She doesn’t know. She wonders who she really is and how this can be. She is vulnerable. A little girl looking into such a great unknown, though wrapped up in a forty-something year-old body.
One and a half weeks ago, Sabrina ran out of her medication. She knew she was coming in to see me so she didn’t bother with it. She waited. One and a half weeks.
The number one reason for relapse is…? You remember. Medication noncompliance. Is it life stressors? There are so many. No. All those reasons for why we feel what we feel and do what we do, all those forces acting on us from the outside in, they aren’t the reasons we relapse most often.
There is something like a super-bug growing amongst us who take our meds on and off. We take them four or five days a week, not seven. We skip here and there and don’t “over-react” if we do. “They don’t control me, after-all.” We apperceive the situation. We think we, by not being consistent on medication, demonstrate our freedom. We are free when we take medication or when we don’t. We are free because we are human.
The super-bug in brain illness is a progression of disease process heightened and sharpened by medication noncompliance. A growing resistance to treatment and an acceleration of our falls, how long it takes for us to drop into a relapse and how hard and far we fall.
Sabrina and I are working together to take away barriers to consistent treatment.
What are your barriers? Do you mistake how to demonstrate your freedom? Or what is it? Please tell us your story.
Self-Care Tip: Take medication consistently. Be a friend to yourself.
Wikimedians socializing in the Wikimedia Foundation office (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I have recently returned from the NEI Psychopharmacology Congress in San Diego, which was, of course, beautifully done, expensive as divorce, time-consuming, tiring and hugely important to my continuing medical education needs. And because we’re friends, (wink,) because I like you, (the other eye is twitching, wink,) and because I can’t entirely suppress the trading-Bedouin-code twisted into my DNA, I will tell you some of the pearls.
Socialization is a way to improve brain health. Areas of the brain that shrink from brain disease, such as schizophrenia, increase in size again with socialization over time. W-O-W!
We heard more often the connection between inflammation and brain disease. Inflammation is huge now and everyone that’s anyone wants in.
- Cleansing diets
- Cayenne pepper pills
- Omega-3 fatty acids
- Vitamin D
- Sleep therapy
- Slowing disease progression with psychotropics (psychiatric medications) therapies
– These are, with other anti inflammatory efforts, now deliberately spoken for against brain disease. One might even call them, anti-depressant. WHOOT!
We have often, here at Friend to Yourself, held hands and celebrated all the prickly bits of our selves. We have decidedly chosen to live a life with suffering and be present with all Me.
These choice morsels listed above from the NEI-Psychopharmacology table are tools for us to do this. These tips perhaps decrease our degree of suffering and improve our quality of life. Let us live well, fight well when we must, and yes, suffer well.
Shall we give them a try? Anything catch your eye? Believe it? or not? Please tell us how this resonates with you.
Fight well in friendship.
We can live and suffer or we can die. Those are our options. None of us get to live, just live, without otherwise. We suffer.
So, we all, all of us, have a culture of suffering. We all have an agreement.
What is yours?
Do we live with a friendly relationship with our prickly imperfect selves? Do we love her? Do we treat her with the tenderness a friend would? Please tell us your story.
Self-Care Tip: Get friendly with your imperfect suffering parts.
Please do not state the obvious, thanks 🙂 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
We, many, share the not so friendly distorted belief that we are entitled to understand everything. Bull bullhorn in hand, supported by the scaffolding round our personal renovations, we trumpet our oppression per the noncommunicating swine we once called our relations.
“Isn’t it our job to try to understand?” you ask. Well, no. The duty to understand starts with Me and ends with Me. (I think I just felt a poison blow dart pierce my flesh! Stop that! Is this being received well!? Hello? Anyone?! Ouch! Not another dart!)
Motives too easily change to build a case against each other rather than reconcile or to account for our Me. What does someone owe us, if not to let us understand them? Nothing. Sounds harsh? Or maybe, not so harsh. Not as harsh as being victimized. Not as harsh as spending one’s bank on illusive control of what isn’t ours to control. Not as harsh as the crescendo anger swells into when a child watches her parents behave poorly. Not as harsh as watching your beloved friend “un-choose” you. No. Claiming title to the thoughts and behaviors of others is generally and commonly done with little insight, but it can only be policed by the individual on either end. After all, everything starts and ends with Me. (Plink! Hear the pennies dropping?)
We deserve as much as the value of our own self. Understanding others will come perhaps or perhaps not. But it is as deserved as any other gift. That is to say, not.
Question: How do you stay in your space, when you are grieving the behaviors of those you love? How do you keep your entitlement to, “Me,” where you have title? Please tell me your story.
Self-Care Tip: Something as easy as remembering, “They don’t owe Me anything; even understanding,” can be friendly. Keep on.