Psychological abstraction, good or bad? One of my new favorite words—or anti-words—is abstraction. The other day I was watching a TedTalk on YouTube. Now, some TedTalks are really awesome and informative, and others... not so much. While watching one, this term abstraction fell into my head from out of the clear blue sky.
Does homemade potato salad ever get the praise it deserves? Never! 😋 Why can’t a person work on their mental health and eat homemade potato salad at the same time? Who says it can't be done? That’s what I’d like to know.
Life is so fragile. Here in an instant and gone in an instant. Appreciating it should be an easy enough thing. Life can be filled with a lot of pain, though, and confusion. How to seek out what makes us happy and how to hold onto it? Maybe it comes easier for some than others. It hasn't always come easy for me.
The suppression or repression of memory is a source of skepticism for some people, although it seems most psychologists, from what I've read, acknowledge that it can and does indeed happen. I admit I've long been skeptical myself though. This all changed, however, three weeks ago when I awoke at 1:33am with the intense feeling that my own mind was slapping me upside my head.
Idaho snow and mental health woe. These are a few of my least favorite things!
I've been thinking a lot about selflessness lately. Is this the missing piece?
Ted Talks that I've been enjoying lately and visiting Mount St. Benedict Abbey in Trinidad.
It's been nice taking a break from mental health for a little while. I've long been obsessed with the topic, especially after being diagnosed with borderline personality disorder in 2012. Beyond that, psychology is simply fascinating isn't it? Why do we silly humans do some of the stuff we do--at times amazing, at times deplorable.
Last Monday I said goodbye to a relationship of six years--we lived together for nearly three. It was an emotional decision but I do believe it was the right one. Go figure, it was rainy and overcast as I was driving away that last day but I was amazed to see a rainbow ahead of … Continue reading Moody Monday: When I left there was a rainbow
Be the driver, not the passenger, of your own life.