Dent on wellness

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bipolar, borderline disorder, depression, mental health, mental illness, wellness

“Now I know what to do when you have an episode. I’ll listen, hug you, tell you I’m never gonna leave you, and then we’ll cry together. 

Just remind me when it happens again.”

My boyfriend must have forgotten what episodes were like. I never really thought of giving it a name. Depression, borderline, bipolar. Didn’t matter as long as I’d get well, my way.

But what happened tonight lead me to helping Jason understand and really learn about it. This website was very helpful:

International Bipolar Foundation 
Consequently, I learned new stuff. Like maybe I’m incapable of making business decisions, that my dreams are too big, I’ll never get it right with money, I was manic when I steered our lives to this direction. 

Until now I can’t fathom the thought of taking meds or professional help. Maybe I will get by with a hug. Maybe not. Till the next episode. 

Thanks Trech.

Just coffee or beer

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EQ, health, mental, mental state, mental wellbeing, psychological health, psychology

My mental state says I need some coffee or beer. “You’re overspending,” a response I never imagined would start cutting me off from the world.

It’s sad that I’ve got nowhere, no one to run to. I know, friends, you’re there. But I’m here.

I tried remembering the time when it wasn’t like this. I’ve had this mental state thingy since time immemorial. But I had someone. A friend or a stranger. Always. Until now.

Meanwhile in my head… “What if I get unstable sometime in the future and it gets real messy?” “Well, we’ll go through it together. I’ll help you sort it out.”

Deadlines for change

I gave myself (or the Universe rather) a deadline. June 5. When my life would start to change. Specifically, when our sales would start picking up. June 5 came. And nada, nothing happened. But in my mind, there’s that voice that keeps reassuring me that change was happening, only that I couldn’t see it.

Yesterday afternoon, my boyfriend told me the sales was still down. But something in me wasn’t going down with it.

Now that I’m drinking with my boyfriend, I thank the Universe not because sales are up, but because I don’t mind anymore. My day would no longer be dictated by the sales. And I’m happy that my boyfriend is somebody that I can drink with and make love with no matter what happens in the world.

And yes we’re just done drinking. Time for the other thing.

Paa sa preno

Naghihintay ako ngayon sa labas ng gym; naghihintay na matapos mag-gym ang nobyo ko. Kasabay ng paghihintay ko ay ang unti-unting paglubog ng araw, pagbukas ng nakalinyang mga ilaw ng poste na nagpapadilaw sa dahon ng mga halamang nakalinya rin sa kalsada. Para bang nakalinya silang lahat sa aking harapan at alam kung saan papunta, katulad ng sandaang sasakyan na hagip ng aking tanaw.

Bago lang nagkaroon ng direksyong pupuntahan itong buhay ko. Dala siguro nitong nobyong hinihintay ko.

Kurbada itong daan kaya mahirap matanaw kung saan liliko, magtatagpo, mapuputol, nagmumula, patungo o matatapos.

Kurbada rin itong buhay ko. Sobrang kurbada na sa dami ng paliku-liko at madalas na pagkaligaw ay minsan nalilito pa rin ako kung nasa tamang daan ba, kahit na sinasabi ng kutob ay, “sige lang, tumuloy ka.” Pero ang paa ay nakapatong sa preno, handang tumigil, lumiko o kahit pa bumalik anomang oras.

Paano ba nagkakaroon ng direksyon ang buhay ng tao na katulad ng sa mga puno, poste at kalsada?

Home is not a place

Did you get to read my post, “There’s a place for healing,” which I wrote shortly after moving out of the city? Just to summarize, that move was because I needed some help dealing with depression.

Three years later, here I am spending a month in my hometown, facing the horrors that pulled the trigger – pollution, congestion, traffic, and majority of the population that just don’t give a damn.

To my surprise, I felt at home. In place of awkward moments that I anticipated from people I had never seen since, are warm hugs of welcome. People still walk crazy fast, and I was walking at their pace because “I don’t want to be in the way” of somebody who’s catching up with whatever, yet I kept a certain calm within. To be honest, I see people in a more caring light. Maybe it was just my disturbed soul then that zoomed in on the ugliness of the environment. And now that I am calm…

I would have wanted this ending: Now that I am calm, I am no longer limited to only one home, I am home wherever I am. Home is not a place, but a state of being.

But in my remaining days, I’ve been having dreams of my boyfriend, my parents, my dog Lucas running by the fish pond. I cannot live without the ocean breeze, the huge starry sky while I drink milk; nor can I live without the dozen different sounds of birds that my dad feeds every afternoon, birds that sometimes share in our kitchen; nor my mom’s orchids and guava trees. I cannot be away from the waterfalls and the mountaintops.

I am still a big-city misfit.
That’s undeniably my nature.
And that’s fine to embrace.

 

From the other side of “healing,” here’s a friend’s piece: Prinzel, my friend

Do you feel small?

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connectedness, feeling small, god, inspirational, oneness, progress, self-help, spirituality, universe

Do you feel small? Do you want to work on your feeling small?

Start working on your feeling BIG first.

And everything else shall follow.

Feeling small

To move on doesn’t mean to stop hurting

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cebu, climb, dalaguete, Henriette Cartajena, mountaineering, osmena peak, trekking

It could mean as simple as moving.

Freedom to move, moving to freedom

Keep moving.. Keep moving on…

What do you do?

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camping, climbing, life, living, mountaineering, nature, outdoors, socials

I learned in early years that when asked, “What do you do?” one better talk not about his job (cashier, waitress, businessman, teacher, artist), but about what he lives to do.

I inspire. I empower. I create opportunities. I seek truths.

In my recent couple of years, I found myself with a simpler answer when somebody asked me, “What do you do?”

What am I doing? What have I been doing?

Living.

Making love with the Universe

If I had a line to heaven

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forever, love, luna, lunatic, meditation, moon, universe

The moon is our messenger; he will follow us forever

People live with pain

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happiness, life, moving on, nature, outdoors, pain, travel

I will be a living testament that people can live with pain and still be happy.

To live is to hurt and to hurt is to live. And that is completely fine.

When you fall, smile for the camera 😀