Publishing my next book…

Greetings to all!

My manuscript was accepted by Covenant Books and may be published this year.

It is deeply spiritual, along with my psychotic periods and how I live my life now after many years of finding out what I can and cannot do with this disorder.

If you are interested in it please send me an email and I will direct you to its source as I don’t know yet when or where it will be made available.

I am resting on this quiet Sabbath.

Pax

Victoria

 

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Been depressed, but now able to enjoy the things that enrich my life…

It is in the difficulties  of having this disorder and I have Schizoaffective disorder, which is basically Schizophrenia plus depression, and I also suffer from OCD and lately the ruminations are out of control.  I feel deeply many pains but despite this I am doing well right now despite my situation.

My situation with my parents is bleak.  Ah how much love for our family can bring us down…

Think about it; all our worries as children, mothers and fathers of dear children, and all family whether blood or adopted in by one way or another.  And we are all family in God.  For He wants all of us to be in His kingdom one day when our earthly life is over.  Love, so precious and sweet, it fills us with goodness and reminds us of good times, past, present and future moments.

But I will not let the declining health of my parents keep me down.  No I will take my many comforts~

Prayer

My music latest favorite being Make me a Channel of Your Peace, the prayer of St. Francis of Assisi

My uplifting reading from Buddhism to great saints

Talking with positive people and sometimes even asking them to pray for me and my situation and I get to hear some of their hearts.

My healthy food

My long and short walks

My pups

Watering my vegetable garden which I am going to do in a minute

Thinking about the people I love and all their good qualities

Thinking about God and His infinite goodness

Isn’t this enough?

I take my medicine faithfully like a vow because I know it helps me very much

I see my psychiatrist soon but I am doing ok despite the anguish I sometimes feel

Getting caregiver support from local agencies, classes and gifts

I can do this with the help of God

Things do not satisfy

only God

Thank you for reading this

Pax

Victoria

 

 

Self-care, took a day off…

Hello to all!

Well I have some great news.  My dear daughter will be here in August to accompany me to my permanent disability hearing which I have waited two years for!  I’m not nervous but it is great timing that she happens to be in town and with her by my side the outcome won’t matter.  She is such a great support to me.

My therapist is also a great support to me.  I can email him in between visits with details of my good and bad days and he ciphers through them pointing out where my thinking needs tweaking and where my insights are good.  It’s great.  He has proven to be a very useful tool to aid me in my recovery as he has great knowledge of this condition.

Take today for instance; it was a pretty good day.  I slept in because I went to Mass last night.  The pups even slept in too which was a rare occurrence ha ha.  I’ve had four days to myself with my husband being at a car show so there has been a lot of time to pray, reflect, exercise and read at my leisure.  I woke up naturally around ten, and stayed in my jammies until noon, did some spiritual readings and listened to Elvis gospel music which I just love.

I had made plans yesterday to walk with a friend today after lunch so I knew eventually I would get dressed and do that but in the am wasn’t really feeling it and felt like canceling.  But she called me at 1230 all excited to go walking at Waller Park so I told her I would meet her in an hour and we walked at the beautiful park which was full of families, barbecues, and dogs.  It was slightly windy but I didn’t mind because it felt good to just get out and enjoy nature.  Afterwards we got frozen yogurt which was a rare treat!

I then had to decide if I was going to take the day off from seeing my dad at the care facility, which is harder on me than him I imagine as i am pretty used to seeing him every day.  I ended up taking the day off, going back home and didn’t feel guilty because with the wind it isn’t as nice as when it is just sunny and we are enjoying the gardens.

I went back home and cooked up some healthy food for dinner, walked a bit more and stretched and just enjoyed having the day off from caring for both my mom and dad.  I wasn’t stressed or anxious at all today which was  a nice change.

My husband came home all happy and tired from his long trip down south and now we are relaxing watching tv.

Tomorrow is a new day I am not worried about.  Today was good and that is all that matters right now….

I learned today that taking one day off from helping both my parents is a good way to recharge my batteries and is good self-care.  Being a caregiver and having this disorder means I need to be especially careful to not overdo it and reminds me that I need more days like this….

Pax

Victoria

 

 

 

 

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The tide feels like it is turning in my favor

After meeting with my therapist today I have more hope that I will do better in the future.  I have not been doing great, even not working, although this last week was pretty good minus getting hurt the other day.  I have blogged this and feel like I have lost a few followers sharing how I still have bad days when I feel very unwell.

I don’t mind losing followers if my blogs don’t resonate anymore.  When I was doing well I got lots of likes but now that I am struggling again not so…  I am just very honest how I am doing and will continue to blog even if no one reads my blogs or likes or comments on it.  I do this selfishly, it helps me to get it out.  And I like to think that my blogs do help others who are not doing so well too although they may be quiet on the comments.

This is a serious disorder.  I can’t even get life insurance easily because of it or it is very expensive my broker has told me recently.  This is nothing to joke about.  Having Schizoaffective Disorder means I can’t work outside the home, means stress is my worst enemy, means socially I feel like an outcast most of the time and so much more.

But I don’t give up the fight and today’s session meant more to me than a whole lot of talking with various people about nothing.  I believe my therapist gets me and my disorder which is great and was worth the wait recently to know if I will be able to see him or not.

Today was great because I came to terms with how God made me.  I am extremely sensitive and take criticism very negatively of any sort.  In the past I have seen this as a great defect but today my therapist helped me to realize something.  That it is because I am sensitive I am the glue that holds my family together.  I will try to remember how it was said.  Forgive me if I don’t share it perfectly but it went something like this…

Therapist: So you want to be less sensitive?

Me: Yes

Therapist: That would mean you would be have to be harder

Me: Then I don’t want to be less sensitive.  Inside I scream to myself that I don’t ever want to be harder like others who  don’t show compassion….

So I’m stuck and stuck I like today.  Because I am sensitive I help my folks a lot, I help my family, I help myself.  I happen to have a lot of time to myself and I really need it, to pray, to reflect, to veg out for a little while before I get busy with the business of helping my parents.

I also read part of a Buddhist book recently prior to my appointment that really made sense and goes along with what I learned from my therapist today.  All the craziness (or insert whatever you are that you don’t like about yourself) makes you who you are so don’t wish it away.

Instead I will embrace it.  And no longer feel bad when my sensitivity bothers me.  But it will take a while to get used to because I have hated it for so long.

I often laugh at myself.  Laugh or cry I say, I choose to laugh and not take anything too seriously even having this disorder.

Pax

Victoria