Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Meditation



In the last week, I've been paying attention (like I said I would in my last post), to my thoughts, to my moods, to how I interact with people. I've been taking a class at my gym, the class is a combination of yoga, pilates, tia chi, and meditation. I've been surprised that I can loose myself in class and focus on the tasks presented by the instructor. During the meditation phase, you simply lay on your back and listen to the soothing voice of the teacher, as she instructs you to let go of any unwanted thoughts and stress. She starts with your toes, saying, "Let go of any stress in your toes, let those toes "melt" into the ground." The teacher moves from the toes to the base of your head. I do feel myself actually "melt", and I'm able to feel my stress "float" away. It's rewarding to make it through the class--the teacher tells you to, "Thank your body for the work it's done and to make a list of what you're thankful for." It's a time for reflection and prayer. I've attended this class three times, and I have felt revived after each session. I've felt calm and peaceful.

A good friend of mine emailed me an article on meditation. I've tried meditation before, when I was in treatment, I was 25 at that time, and I remember thinking it was stupid. However, after reading the article my friend sent me, I thought, "What the hell? I'll try it again, it can't hurt." With me wanting immediate results--I tried this right after I read the article, which was mid-morning yesterday. I sat down in my son's bedroom (it's the darkest room on the main floor) and I crossed my legs--with both feet sitting on my knees. I sat with my palms facing upward--resting on my thighs. I sat there for a few minutes, and then I was all, "What am I supposed to do now?"  I got up and went to my computer, re-read the article--did a search on meditation, went back into the room and got back into my pose. I learned this can be a time to ask a question--  you focus all your thoughts on that one question--ask it again, and again, and again. Then, after you've asked the question, you basically say, "OK, I've asked, now I give this question to you." (to the universe/God). And then you are supposed to sit there and try to keep your mind blank--and the answer to the question might come to you during the next phase of the meditation or later on. I sat there with my mind blank, (as blank as I could get it, I had to keep pushing any unwanted thoughts out of my mind) I did this for God knows how long, until I thought I heard the answer--I felt I was fairly certain the answer had came to me. I got up and did what I was "told" to do. And it didn't work out the way I thought it would. In fact, I felt quite awful after this. I felt a sense of sadness (I need more practice). For as long as I can remember, when I've been sad about a certain circumstance, I've went to friends and family--for advice and the advice I've received over the years, is common advice, advice that I too have given out countless times. It's, "Don't worry about it" and "Let it go." And, I've took this advice and tried to "roll" with it. I would feel sad, and I would think,"You can't be sadden by this, it's out of your control, you need to push it out of your mind." but, that hurts my stomach. What I've learned, in the last week (or last couple of days), was to not do push whatever is bothering me out of my mind, to let myself be sad, and if I let myself feel that feeling, it will pass. My stomach doesn't get a knot in it. I can let my feelings control me for a bit--and after awhile those negative feelings lessen and eventually pass. I've also decided that some of my feelings need to be private. I don't always need to seek advice from others. I can practice meditation, and during that time I will use that moment to offer up personal conflict and give my conflict "away", in hopes the outcome will be pure and untainted by what others have to say. I know my first session didn't go well, I need to be patient and not immediately run with what my gut instinct is telling me to do. People are not quite, as much trust as I have in humans, I don't believe they always understand anther's personal pain. Everyone has personal conflict, and unloading our own conflicts onto them, isn't always fair. They're going through their own life "battles", and they too are trying to overcome something, which might be "bigger" than the troubles of ourselves. I also need to be mindful before I speak. I've heard this quote many times, and I'm going to use it, everyday, the quote is "If you propose to speak, always ask yourself, is it true, is it necessary, is it kind.” ~ Buddha.  By, making these couple of changes, (seeking answers through prayer and by mentally using the quote above) I'm curious how life will flow. I'll continue to trust in the good intentions of people, but I won't rush to tell everything what is of great significance to me. Rushing to tell people what I'm feeling has at times "backfired" (not intentionally), by those who've I confided in and the results from those interactions, have not always been positive.

Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Where I Belong?

It's been awhile since I've last posted. I write on this here--blog quite often, I save what I write and never "publish". I'm kind of going through a,"Who the hell am I and what the hell am I all about?" phase. Obviously, I know I'm a mother, a wife, and a nurse--and on and on with that list, grandchild, sister,ect.. What I'm not is an overly religious person and I'm not traditional (I don't know what I mean by 'traditional'--I don't have traditions? That's probably it). I'm not content where I am, because I don't even know,who I am, so it's really confusing--I'm totally confused even thinking about this. I'm going to challenge myself, I'm going to focus on what I'm all about--so I know where I'm at. Get it? I don't--but I will. I've been in this phase.since I entered this world in 1981. It's time I start sorting it out. I'm not a clean freak--but I don't like chaos. I don't like confrontation--but I will confront. I have some friends, but not many. I used to drink like ten diet cokes a day (no kidding) and I quit drinking soda, a month or two ago. I can't do anything in moderation. In fact, I can't even look at greek yogurt right now, as I've eaten so much during the last couple of weeks--like, I'm really pissed off at greek yogurt--I just threw a huge container in the trash--and said, "Be gone with you greek yogurt, be gone!" I'm super lazy--like really, I'm a napoholic, it's true, ask my family. But, after I take a good nap, I can get up and run--like super fast, one mile I could probably concur, in a couple minute span--but then I get bored and I start skipping and stretching. One time (last summer) I did a somersault in a person's on the lawn in the front yard of one of my neighbors-- I didn't even know I did it, until I stood up and was all dizzy. ADHD? I dunno, I recently asked my doctor about it, she said I would have to drive to a special doctor in a different town, to be tested. I hate tests. I told her I was tested for ADD when I was in grade school, and "they" prescribed me medication, but I over heard the doctor tell my mother the medication could cause heart palpitations, [so watch for it] and soon after I started the medication, I was convinced I had heart palpitations. I would tell my mom to call 911, because I was having a heart attack, and soon she quit giving me the medication, because it caused me anxiety. So, my doctor was like, "Hmmm, Anxiety Disorder and ADHD, do go hand in hand." so, yeah I do probably have ADHD. I don't want to take the test, nor do I want to have anxiety attacks--about possible side effects. I love to read--that's my jam. I'm an alcoholic--I know that, because it's in my genes--and I was following the same pattern my Grandfather followed, and well, it didn't turn out so good for him. I try to educate people on the importance of educated on mental illnesses, because so often when there is a mental health issue that hasn't been addressed, they're likely to be addicts themselves, to self medicate--that's the bottom line. How can one be a productive member of society, when he or she is self medicating with a substance that alters their already afflicted mental capacity? It's impossible. When you see a homeless person and you say, "Why don't you get a job?" well, there you go--a prime example of who I could have been, if I hadn't quit the sauce and started taking care of my mental health, you would have been yelling that at me ("Hey you lazy bum, why don't you get a job?!?". I don't know what switched inside my head....I would like to think it was my own Grandpa--steering me off the path that he took. I think, I've been instilled with an empathy for those who suffer more so than others, because they don't understand--what it feels like--to think you (myself) suck. With knowing this much about myself, I'm going to start paying attention (yeah--totally hard) to myself--to learn who I am, so that I can start appreciating life to fullest amount humanly possible. My goal is to end in a place where I can be in a position to encourage others to do the same. I want my children to grow up knowing that mom is here--both physically and mentally. I'm doing this for myself, but I want it to benefit my husband and my family, and the couple of friends I have. I've tried to see where I fit in---all the time I used to wonder where I fit in. I don't. Bottom line--I just don't. I came to this conclusion a long time ago--but recently, I've decided I need to find that place and insert myself. My husband and I have talked about this countless times, he's all "Go find a hobby---like golf, golf is fun." And I'm all, "No, golf isn't fun." I've been told to go to Alcoholic Anonymous meetings, but I've done that--and it's Williston, ND and I'm scared--I didn't fit in there either--I was like, "Wow, I get a coin, for being sober?"--and they're like, "Yeah,and you can keep it!", but that was thee only silver lining, for me in those meetings. I've been OK with excepting the not fitting in thing--believe me, I would be taking naps All.The.Time. if I wasn't. But it's still annoying--and I still think about it--and I need to stop and just freaking move onward. So, I will update--I don't know--what I will be updating, but there were be updating going on-- I need to go about this in a more productive manner than only posting houses for sale in various parts of the country on my husband's Facebook page--cause that actually stresses him out.