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I Look To You

I Look To You
Lyrics & Song Created by R.Kelly
Sung by Whitney Houston
Post Created by Jennifer Kiley
©transgraphics by j. kiley
Posted 01.09.13

quatre nc-couleurs d’arc-en-ciel d’amour par j. kiley © jennifer kiley 2013

I Look To You
R Kelly
Whitney Houston
Her Version

As I lay me down
Heaven hear me now
I’m lost without a cause
After giving it my all

Winter storms have come
And darkened my sun
After all that I’ve been through
Who on earth can I turn to?

I look to you
I look to you

After all my strength is gone
In you I can be strong

I look to you
I look to you

And when melodies are gone
In you I hear a song,
I look to you

About to lose my breath
There’s no more fighting left
Sinking to rise no more
Searching for that open door

And every road that I’ve taken
Led to my regret
And I don’t know if I’m gonna make it
Nothing to do but lift my head

I look to you
I look to you

And when all my strength is gone
In you I can be strong

I look to you
I look to you

And when melodies are gone
In you I hear a song,
I look to you

My levee’s have broken,
my walls have come
Crumbling down on me
The rain is falling,

defeat is calling
I need you to set me free
Take me far away from the battle
I need you, shine on me

I look to you
I look to you

After all my strength has gone
In you I can be strong

I look to you
I look to you

And when melodies are gone
In you I hear a song,
I look to you

I look to you
I look to you

déplier le coeur par j. kiley ©jennifer kiley 2013

I Look To You-Whitney Houston

the meaning and creative process of depression

the meaning and creative process of depression
by jennifer kiley

this post was prompted by a quote that Niamh Clune wrote on my post: “the art of seeing depression.” the quote is: “The melancholia of the soul and its desire to return to the beauty of the universe.” it was something Plato had described. that is what i am trying to discover, “the meaning and creative process of depression.” i am hoping what i learn from reading “BiPolar In Disorder” will guide me to an opening up inside my mind and a releasing of a clarity. it doesn’t sound easy but nothing that is worth it is. (sorry-what a cliche) but it is true. the quote from Plato caused a click in my head and possibly an insight. bear with me but i interpret the quote “the melancholia of the soul” is the deep depression which brings on a strong desire to want to leave this world. they’re symbiotic: depression & suicide. why suicide is a reaction to depression & it all seems so automatic, one follows the other almost immediately. is it a desire to want to release your soul into freedom? or is it an evil force torturing your mind & tricking it to release the soul into a hell beyond life. i vote for freedom.

but either way, it is suicide we are taling about. that cannot be the ultimate conclusion to depression. it has to exist for a more beneficial purpose. i just can’t figure it out but i want to understand it. i write some of the most intense poetry when in the thralls of depression. the words as they leave my mind and are recorded, the pressure inside of my head gradually diminishes. the energy starts to change and the release triggers a relaxation of the depressive state. when music is added in combination with the writing it becomes a more powerful state of creativity and the level of the depression is all consuming. it produces an extremely intense moment of energy and the creativity state becomes more divine and flows more freely. but the level of pain also increases in intensity. it’s visceral. it absorbs every part of you.

where lies the problem? experiencing the pain becomes an unbearable state which drives you into a state of madness that pushes you toward suicide. what are the alternatives? why suicide? how else does one relieve the pain? that’s what is needed, the answer to the question of what is the pain? where does it come from? how does one accept the pain without the consequences leading to suicidal thoughts or the act of committing or trying to commit suicide? what can take the place of suicide to satisfy the feelings of pain?

there needs to be a new way to think of pain and a way to appease its presence in your mind, body, heart and spirit. pain has always been something we want to be rid of. what is inside of pain that we are not understanding? pain is all encompassing. it doesn’t just touch your body. it infuses in your mind, heart and spirit. what, then, really is pain? that is the question. it fills the artist who then produces from her vision a perception from the depth of her soul. something profound or new may manifest itself from within her.

what are the other purposes of pain? it alerts you to something being wrong inside your body. in the state of depression then, pain is alerting you to something that is wrong inside of your being, your consicousness. pain is a warning system. something is not right with your all encompassing world. is the pain limited to your immediate being or does it streatch out globally or universally?

but let us get back to depression. the pain that is manifest in the state of depression. what warning is pain trying to communicate? it all seems to be unconscious, while writing in flow through the pain, it does seem to alleviate the pressure and release the strength of the pain. is depression the blocking out of the pain from awareness to the mind? is the thought or act of suicide a way of preventing the awareness contained within the pain?

all questions but few if any answers as of yet. “pain makes us pull away.” this is a reaction to touching something that is burning you. after taking out a metal tray of french fries from the oven, using a pot holder that i carefully placed over the edge of the tray, as i was closing in over my plate, my thumb started shotting an intense pain to my brain. my instinctual response was to react as quickly as possible to rid myself of what was causing the pain. therefore, i, technically, frisbied the tray across to the cutting board table. the tray landed on the table and the french fries literally at breakneck speed slid off the super hot tray and flew across the floor until the kitchen wall stopped them. now i was in pain and probably made a screaming sound followed by many expletives, which brought my s/o into the kitchen rather quickly to find out what had happened. i stood there and looked at all the french fries spread out on the floor and started to laugh through my pain. i asked if she felt the floor was clean enough to rescue the fries so that i would be able to eat them. (there is always the five second rule). she did manage to collect them all off of the floor and shook her head in the negative. i looked at the fries. they were rather disgusting. so i agreed. they weren’t going to go well with my cheeseburger. while i placed my thumb under cold running water, my s/o placed more fries on the now cooled off tray and baked me more fries for my dinner. while the fries cooked that is when i felt i needed more than cold water, so i placed an ice cube on my thumb, which actually stuck to it like that little boy’s tongue did to the metal pole in “the chistmas story.”

so, the moral to the story is that pain can make people laugh. it does it all the time in comedies on film or tv. what causes the transformation? the same experience in a comedy that makes one laugh is totally turned around in a drama where it might actually have the effect of making you cry. then there is the comedy that is so hilarious that it makes you laugh so hysterically that it brings tears to your eyes and then makes you both cry and laugh at the same time over the same thing. where is the switch that turns things around like that?

while i wrote down the story of the french fries, i started to laugh the more i remembered what happened. and i was the one who was in pain. what is that about? why does it make me laugh after the fact? i know something that could never possibly be funny and that is 9/11 and the world trade center towers collapsing. yet, when the emmy’s were held that year, shortly following that horrible day, ellen degeneres actually made people laugh using a joke that was indirectly related to 9/11. at 6:04 minutes into the video, that is the joke i am referring to but the whole video is quite funny. it starts out briefly with ellen saying goodnight then opens with a statement by walter cronkite. then there’s ellen. just go with it. she is as funny and brilliant as ever.

ellen degeneres as host of the emmy’s in 2001

i will continue my pursuit to find the answers to what is bipolar depression and why the pain and suicidal thoughts or attempts or the completion to a successful suicide. the correlation has to have a deeper meaning. this will take time to work out. i am hopeful that i will find some answers but my mind needs time to collect research information and then to analyze it. i have one book now that will begin helping to open the doors wider and another book that i am waiting for it to become available. i am also searching online for videos on the topic of pain and depression, specifically bipolar depression. i will post more on this subject as the theories emerge from my brain or inspiration strikes me. so enjoy the video of ellen at the emmy awards doing her opening monologue. it will make you laugh but it also may bring back memories of that day of 9/11.

The Art of Seeing Depression

The Art of Seeing Depression
By Tom Wootton
Author of “BiPolar In Order”

James Turrell is one of the most remarkable artists alive. He has an amazing understanding of light and perception. By using darkness and almost imperceptible light, his artwork totally changes the way we see the world. I think his work with light and darkness is a perfect metaphor for trying to see depression in a new light.

james turrell – the tunnel

When you enter one of Jim’s installations, it is so dark that you cannot see anything, or at least not much. The amount of available light is simply too little for our eyes to use. His artwork is not a picture on the wall; it is the entire environment, in which both the perception of the audience and time act as critical components.

If you stay long enough, your eyes begin to adjust to the lack of light. You start to see things that were there all along, but your eyes were not yet ready to perceive.

When you go back out into the “real” world, you bring an entirely new perspective; you begin to see everything in a whole new light (pun intended). Jim’s work can truly be described as a discovery of the act of seeing.

james turrell – experimenting with light

My own art is similar to Jim’s in many ways. Like Jim, instead of using a brush to paint a picture, I choose to build an environment that blocks out light and helps me to perceive. Unlike Jim, my art is not in the physical world; it is in my interior world.

Instead of blocking out the physical light, I learn to block out the thoughts and feelings that distract me from seeing the more subtle light that shines within each of us. I then discover deeper truths hidden within my own consciousness. When I return to the external world, I begin to see the same subtle light in the eyes of everyone I meet.

My art is called meditation. I have been practicing it for over 45 years, sometimes as much as 8 hours a day. Meditation has given me the ability to “see” things in a much deeper way. It can be described as the discovery of the act of knowing.

james turrell – afrum white

I recently went through a fairly deep depression, and came out thinking a lot about James Turrell. I don’t know if he is bipolar or experiences depression, but if he does, I bet he sees it in the way I do.

When I went into depression the first time, all I saw was darkness and pain. At the time, I thought it was unbearable, but looking back and comparing it to some of the far deeper hells I have since experienced, it was really nothing.

As my perception has grown, I am beginning to “see” things I never knew were there: good insights, lessons, and personal growth. In “seeing” clearly, I notice that now depression doesn’t affect me so negatively. It now affects me much more, but in a positive way, at least according to the way I have learned to “see.”

On a scale from one to five, I used to think of a five as experiencing no depression at all, and a one as so deeply depressed that I would attempt suicide. I thought four was a little painful, three even more, and two almost unbearable. Since there was no “light,” and all I could “see” was pain, I judged my experiences solely on that basis.

As I spent more time trying to “see” in depression, I began to notice many things that were probably there all along, but I could not “look” through the pain to “see” them. As I started to discover the “act of seeing” in depression, I started to ponder the significance of my discoveries.

Each time I experienced depression, it became clearer to me. I began to redefine what depression was, based on the features that I could now “see” more clearly. My scale began to change, from a scale based on pain, to one based on a much richer perception of what was going on. I still define a five as “having no symptoms,” and a one as “so difficult that I try to kill myself,” but four, three, and two have become a rich and varied landscape.

james turrell – untitled

I have also come to understand the significant difference between those who have “situational depression,” caused by outward circumstances, and those who have what I consider “true depression,” caused by mental illness. I have learned to articulate that clearly enough to make a difference in the lives of both those who are truly depressed and those who love and support them.

Everyone experiences some form of depression at least once in life. If it is really bad, it means extreme sadness, crying, inability to function fully, lethargy, dullness of thought, and more. For most, it is caused by some great loss like the death of a loved one, or some other great tragedy.

james turrell – roden crater

You wake up in the morning so sad, you think you cannot get through the day. It might even debilitate you for a day or so, but for the most part, you get up, grab a cup of coffee, go to work, and somehow make it through the day, even if seriously diminished in your ability to perform. If it is really bad, this depression lasts for weeks or months, as you slowly get on with life. That is a three in my book. It is also about as deep as anyone gets from “situational depression,” the kind that comes solely from outside circumstances and not from mental illness.

A two is not just the same thing with more intensity. It is fundamentally different than a three. In a two, the world becomes black and white. There is no color. There is an intense physical pain. Thoughts become confused. During such pain, I lose the ability to even remember a time when it was not like this. I can see no future when it might go away. (This is called “state specific memory” and is very common.) My mind keeps repeating “kill yourself, kill yourself, kill yourself,” and I keep seeing visions of car crashes and every method of suicide that you can imagine. All I can do is hang on. A two is the worst kind of hell. (At the time of writing this, I erroneously assumed that a one meant you killed yourself from the pain of the two state.)

james turrell – light install

Being able to explain depression better and help others is great, but there is so much more. Central to my belief, is that nothing is all good or all bad, but a combination of good and bad components. We “see” the good and bad according to our ability to perceive and the filters that we place on ourselves, based on how we assign value. In my struggles with depression, I have been frustrated with my inability to “see” any good in it. In my recent depression and thoughts about James Turrell, I have begun to “see” depression in a whole new light. I am not ready to choose depression, but next time it comes, I look forward to exploring a whole new landscape.

james turrell – untitled

I have noticed that aspects of depression that I used to consider a two and almost unbearable, I am now denoting as a three. I have also begun to gain tremendous insight into many things, including my spiritual life. It is from a spiritual perspective that I have really begun to see that depression can be a great thing. In my readings of the lives of saints, pain and despair is often mentioned as a catalyst that helped them to become better persons and act in a manner that is called saintly. After always struggling with this concept, I am now beginning to understand.

It was the misery of depression that brought me to the realization that I am mentally ill. The unbearable pain is what helped me to recognize the torture I have done to others. Without the heartache, I would never have learned who I really am, and come to understand the power of acceptance. Without the despair, I would not have had the desire to become a better person.

The saints talk about having a despair so strong it becomes unbearable. The despair they feel is specific, it is the agony they feel from not having a direct experience of God. The despair becomes so strong, that they would rather die than go another minute without Him. They describe it as getting to a point that their own sense of self becomes the thing that separates them from God; they feel that they “die” into oneness with the divine. I believe that is what Saint Paul meant when he said “I die daily.”

james turrell – sky apace

In my depressions, I feel tremendous despair. My mind keeps repeating over and over “kill yourself, kill yourself.” What if my perception keeps becoming clearer and I start to notice that the despair truly is for God? What if the self that I am trying to kill, is the “little self” that is keeping me from realizing the true nature that I believe is in each of us. This is our divine self. Jesus said “The kingdom of God is within you.” It seems that for at least some of us, it is depression and despair that gives us the ability to “see” our divine self. That is why depression is the best thing that ever happened to me.

(See Post that follows: “BiPolar In Order vs. Bipolar Disorder” for my opinion of Tom Wootton’s book “BiPolar In Order,” and my story of why I chose to purchase and use this book to help me with my Bipolar).

nora ephron thru tears to laughter

nora ephron thru tears to laughter
a tribute to nora ephron
died tuesday june 26th, 2012 at age of 71

Nora Ephron (May 19, 1941 – June 26, 2012) was an American filmmaker, director, producer, screenwriter, novelist, playwright, journalist, author, and blogger.

She is best known for her romantic comedies and was a triple nominee for the Academy Award for Writing Original Screenplay for three films: Silkwood, When Harry Met Sally… and Sleepless in Seattle. She sometimes wrote with her sister Delia Ephron. Her last film was Julie & Julia.

Death
On June 26, 2012, at the age of 71, Ephron died from pneumonia, a complication resulting from acute myeloid leukemia, a condition with which she was diagnosed in 2006. In her most recent book, “I Remember Nothing” (2010), Ephron left clues that something was wrong or that she was sick.

Filmography:
(1983) Silkwood (writer)
(1986) Heartburn (writer, novel)
(1989) When Harry Met Sally… (writer, associate producer)
(1989) Cookie (writer, executive producer)
(1990) My Blue Heaven (writer, executive producer)
(1992) This Is My Life (director, writer)
(1993) Sleepless in Seattle (director, writer)
(1994) Mixed Nuts (director, writer)
(1996) Michael (director, writer, producer)
(1998) Strike! / The Hairy Bird / All I Wanna Do (executive producer)
(1998) You’ve Got Mail (director, writer, producer)
(2000) Hanging Up (writer, producer)
(2000) Lucky Numbers (director, producer)
(2005) Bewitched (director, writer, producer)
(2009) Julie & Julia (director, writer, producer)

Essay Collections
Crazy Salad
Wallflower at the Orgy
(2010) I Remember Nothing: And other Reflections
(2006) I Feel Bad About My Neck: And Other Thoughts on Being a Woman
(1975) The Boston Photographs

Nora Ephron Highly Recommends Having Meryl Streep Play You

Time Talks: Nora Ephron, Meryl Streep & Stanley Tucci
Discussing Film: Julie & Julia

Nora Ephron Salutes Mike Nichols

Nora Ephron Interview authormagazine.org

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eP2T6ibTnmM
Meeting Writers – Nora Ephron

Nora Ephron: Farewell to a Legend

Sleepless In Seattle Traler (1993)

Sleepless In Seattle – Empire State Building

Related Link: Heartbroken In Manhattan: Remembering Nora Ephron by Arianna Huffington

Research Explores the Positives of Bipolar Disorder

Research Explores the Positives of Bipolar Disorder

found in Science News:… from universities, journals, and other research organizations

ScienceDaily (May 3, 2012) — The problems of living with bipolar have been well documented, but a new study by Lancaster University has captured the views of those who also report highly-valued, positive experiences of living with the condition.

Researchers at Lancaster’s Spectrum Centre, which is dedicated to the study of bipolar disorder, interviewed and recorded their views of ten people with a bipolar diagnosis, aged between 24 and 57. Participants in the study reported a number of perceived benefits to the condition ranging from to sharper senses to increased productivity.

The research was designed to explore growing evidence that some people with bipolar value their experiences and in some cases would prefer not to be without the condition.

Participants described a wide range of experiences and internal states that they believed they felt to a far greater intensity than those without the condition. These included increased perceptual sensitivity, creativity, focus and clarity of thought.

Some held (or had previously held) high functioning professional jobs or had been studying for higher level qualifications. They described in detail how they experienced times when tasks that are usually quite difficult or time consuming, would feel incredibly easy and the ability to achieve at a high level during these times was clearly immensely rewarding.

Others expressed the view that they felt ‘lucky’ or even ‘blessed’ to have the condition.

Alan, (not his real name) one of the interviewees, said: “It’s almost as if it opens up something in the brain that isn’t otherwise there, and I see colour much more vividly than I used to……So I think that my access to music and art are something for which I’m grateful to bipolar for enhancing. It’s almost as if it’s a magnifying glass that sits between that and myself.”

Researchers even found some people with bipolar reaped positive experiences from their lows such as greater empathy with the suffering of others.

Dr Fiona Lobban, who led the study, said: “Bipolar Disorder is generally seen as a severe and enduring mental illness with serious negative consequences for the people with this diagnosis and their friends and family. For some people this is very much the case. Research shows that long term unemployment rates are high, relationships are marred by high levels of burden on family and friends and quality of life is often poor. High rates of drug and alcohol misuse are reported for people with this diagnosis and suicide rates are twenty times that of the general population.

“However, despite all these factors researchers and clinicians are aware that some aspects of bipolar experiences are also highly valued by some people. We wanted to find out what these positive experiences were.

“People were very keen to take part in this study and express views which some felt had to be hidden from the medical profession.

“It is really important that we learn more about the positives of bipolar as focusing only on negative aspects paints a very biased picture that perpetuates the view of bipolar as a wholly negative experience. If we fail to explore the positives of bipolar we also fail to understand the ambivalence of some people towards treatment.”

Rita Long from Stockport was not part of the study but can identify with its findings. She was 40 when she was diagnosed with the condition but from her school days she was aware that she experienced the world differently to her twin sister.

“We were making Christmas cakes at school and I was so interested and excited by it and my sister says she remembers watching me and thinking, ‘I really wish I could get that excited about making a Christmas cake’. I noticed things, experienced them with a different level of intensity, we’d be on a walk and I’d be saying look at the colour of this, and my sister would be saying, ‘It’s just a berry’. Socially too, people with bipolar can be quite quick witted, humorous. Until much later in life I just presumed those things were part of my personality.

“I don’t want to underestimate how difficult the bad times can be that some people go through with bipolar but at the same time I feel very passionate about the positives. If we are going to move on as a society — in academia, in business, in entertainment — we need people who will push boundaries. People with bipolar can do that.”

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Story Source:
The above story is reprinted from materials provided by Lancaster University, via AlphaGalileo.

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Journal Reference:
1.Fiona Lobban, Katherine Taylor, Craig Murray, Steven Jones. Bipolar Disorder is a two-edged sword: a qualitative study to understand the positive edge. Journal of Affective Disorders, 2012; DOI: 10.1016/j.jad.2012.03.001

A New Way To Think About Creativity

Elizabeth Gilbert: A New Way To Think About Creativity
commentary by maggie christian
the universal eclectic
guest blogger

There is a lot to be said about Elizabeth Gilbert’s Talk but it is better to just listen to the video. She says it best about the magical world of creativity, muses and genius; poems, paintings and songs; and all pertinent art swirling around the world in ethereal space looking for the right artist to bring their creation into fruition. She is amusing, brilliant, insightful and an enjoyable, lively speaker as well as a writer. Take the 20 minutes out of your time to hear what she has to say. With the audience listening to her on the edge of their seats, hear every whimsical and creative word on being or having a genius and what creativity is or might be.

2009 Talk at TED Conference

Significance

October 18, 2010
(reblogged from “Idle Theory“)

Significance

I need to have a sense of significance.

Why is it hard for me to feel that it is okay to have a self sense of significance? For the last few weeks i’ve been thinking about this a lot. Before, I used to think “It’s wrong for me to feel significant. I don’t deserve to feel a sense of significance.” I stepped back and realized that it is ridiculous for me to feel this way. I wondered why I felt this way and couldn’t come up with any reasonable conclusions, so i’ve been trying very hard to realize that I am a great person, and I can feel significant. It’s not wrong, It’s not selfish, it’s okay.

Related link: The Idle Theory

Benefits of Bipolar Disorder?

Benefits of Bipolar Disorder?

By Traci Pedersen Associate News Editor
Reviewed by John M. Grohol, Psy.D. on May 6, 2012

Some individuals with bipolar disorder say they experience highly-valued, positive experiences from living with the condition, according to new research by Lancaster University.

According to the study, ten people (ages 24 to 57) with bipolar disorder reported several perceived benefits in having the condition, which included having sharper senses and increased productivity.

For the study, researchers set out to investigate growing evidence that some people with bipolar value certain experiences the disorder brings, and in some cases, would prefer to keep the condition.

Study participants described a wide range of internal states that they believe are experienced at far greater intensity than those without the condition, including increased perceptual sensitivity, creativity, focus and clarity of thought.

Some worked (or had previously worked) at high functioning professional jobs or had been studying to earn a higher degree. Participants described in detail certain times when job duties were difficult or time consuming but performing the tasks would feel incredibly easy.

They felt the ability to achieve at such high levels during these times was extremely rewarding.

Some expressed the view that they felt ‘lucky’ or even ‘blessed’ to have the disorder.

“It’s almost as if it opens up something in the brain that isn’t otherwise there, and I see color much more vividly than I used to… So I think that my access to music and art are something for which I’m grateful to bipolar for enhancing. It’s almost as if it’s a magnifying glass that sits between that and myself,” said one of the study participants.

Some people with the disorder also felt that positives could be reaped from the low points as well, such as having greater empathy for the suffering of others.

“Bipolar Disorder is generally seen as a severe and enduring mental illness with serious negative consequences for the people with this diagnosis and their friends and family,” said study leader Dr. Fiona Lobban.

“For some people this is very much the case. Research shows that long term unemployment rates are high, relationships are marred by high levels of burden on family and friends and quality of life is often poor. High rates of drug and alcohol misuse are reported for people with this diagnosis and suicide rates are twenty times that of the general population.”

“However, despite all these factors researchers and clinicians are aware that that some aspects of bipolar experiences are also highly valued by some people. We wanted to find out what these positive experiences were,” she added.

“People were very keen to take part in this study and express views which some felt had to be hidden from the medical profession. It is really important that we learn more about the positives of bipolar as focusing only on negative aspects paints a very biased picture that perpetuates the view of bipolar as a wholly negative experience.

“If we fail to explore the positives of bipolar we also fail to understand the ambivalence of some people towards treatment,” continued Lobban.

Source: Lancaster University

APA Reference
Pedersen, T. (2012). Benefits of Bipolar Disorder?. Psych Central. Retrieved on May 10, 2012, from http://psychcentral.com/news/2012/05/06/benefits-of-bipolar-disorder/38293.html

forever young

forever young
content and captions created and written by jen kiley

photographs and lyrics not owned by creator of post.

Title: Forever Young
Artist: Alphaville
Visitors: 44322 Forever Young since June 03, 2010.

spaulding gray-walked off a boat into the oblivion-the pain became too much

there was no way of knowing his heart would explode???

casual about death but still gone forever. what is it about pain that claims so many souls???

alain fournier-b. 11.5,1943 - d. 8.14,2000-lymphoma-daughter ariel-impressionistic graphics-real visual phenomenon--died young-born in lyon, france moved to canada-studied computer science-died in vancouver at the age of 56

kurt cobain-i am an artist that uses words and music and the visual to express myself-but i hardly knew him yet was so saddened by his suicide and grieved his loss-my therapist could not even understand my feelings and now my partner does not get it-i think i felt a kinship with him-i knew his kind of pain-wanting and attempting to kill myself several times and in my thoughts all the time-it holds some kind of fascination and comfort to know there is always that way out

michael jackson-no explanation needed-so many masks

it gets better-just wait for it

Monday: 6.30.11 @4:13am

feeling extremely depressed. what is it about? I’m up all day or at least manically busy. s. loses it on me when I am not able to comprehend in my overloaded mind her newly designing web page. we argued. are they really suppose to be good for you??? arguments, that is???

heath ledger who-died-young all heartbroken

heath ledger-why so tortured-what was his hurry that day

heath-i can't quit you

I certainly don’t feel that way at the time. all I want is m. to come back and be my therapist again. I need her centeredness and guidance. it is a circus and fun and emotionally dynamic with d. but I need the calm of m. and the love I feel with her. I feel the friendship with d. but I want the security of the being there got me so that I can count on her. I need her strength.

lifehouse – broken heart

virginia woolf-geniuses who kill themselves

natasha-a talent lost needlessly

natasha-richardson-a headache-then gone-rip

is it ever going to be possible to see her again. I am never going to let go of her. Never. Ever.i just want to die if I knew there would never be another time when m. and i will be together in any way that is possible for both of us. I want to love her and feel intimacy but not sexual just closeness. please come back to me m. I need you.

marilyn-death-listed-as-probable-suicide

one word - marilyn

two words - needed attention

five words-marilyn needed to be loved

please ask the goddess for her to enable us to see one another this week or sooner. but in a good way. I haven’t checked to see how many days we have remaining on our barbaric punishment of probation. we never were sexual nor do we intend to be sexual. i know that all i want from you is to be able to love you and experience the devilish behavior we share together and the tenderness we can feel for each other. most of all i need our hugs. they are the best of spending time together.

dominque dunne-murdered by stalker-forever young

tupac shakur-assassinated

jesse james shot in the back by a trusted coward

aaliyah-and who trusts planes

diana should still be with us but she was tormented

carole lombard-wrong mountain-right lover-wrong plane crash

judy garlard-we all know the system killed her

we could do Reiki together too and meditate. it’s just not the same. i just want to make myself bleed. why my mind goes there i don’t completely understand but i want to take a knife and open up my veins to bleed.

kurt cobain in concert unplugged

kurt cobain found several days after suicide

i want the pain to go away. and my psychiatrist doesn’t think i am manic-depressive. i’m all over the place with my emotions. i almost called the suicide hot line. i’ve never done that. i usually write to my therapist or call her on the phone but she has been sick for almost 2 weeks. i’ve only missed 2 sessions but it may be 2 more this week. all i have to go out for is dr. j. for chiropractic adjustments. he’s a poet and we love to talk to each other.

actor gig young murdered woman shot himself

edgar allen poe manic-depressive slow suicide

golden-gate-suicide-bridge

we share a lot in interest from writing to films to current events plus my emotional and psychological state which effects my body which has been feeling a great deal of pain lately. now my psych wants to cut back my clonazepam to 3 pills a day from 4 when my doc told her i need to be on 4. panic and the m/d give me chest pain and clonazepam is the only thing that gives me relief.

christine chubbuck newscaster killed self on air

buddy holly-wrong night-wrong plane

brittany murphy-slowly put to death by whom???

brandon lee the crow-fly high man

brandis died forever young a super-genius on sea quest

writing calms me down. it always seems to do that. i work it out on the page what’s possessing my mind. i’m still depressed but more in some sort of focus. i think i’ll find another song to add to this post.

Remembering Jonathan Brandis

Anna Nicole Smith-suicide while in love after marrying up

Adolf Hitler looks f@#king mean

lord byron-out on the edge and out of control

lady lazarus
by sylvia plath
(excerpt)

Dying
Is an art, like everything else.
I do it exceptionally well.

I do it so it feels like hell.
I do it so it feels real.
I guess you could say I’ve a call.

It’s easy enough to do it in a cell.
It’s easy enough to do it and stay put.
It’s the theatrical

Comeback in broad day
To the same place, the same face, the same brute
Amused shout:

john lennon ripped away so young

princess diana when she was still young at heart

emily dickinson rumored manic-depressive died young and agoraphobic

‘A miracle!’
That knocks me out.
There is a charge

For the eyeing my scars, there is a charge
For the hearing of my heart—
It really goes.

And there is a charge, a very large charge
For a word or a touch
Or a bit of blood

600 suicide jumps love undefiled

a good read for those who die young from one who did

stephen fry manic-depressive-well may commit suicide

in treatment can help-it does get better

let’s dance in style, lets dance for a while
heaven can wait we’re only watching the skies
hoping for the best but expecting the worst
are you going to drop the bomb or not?

a young man's death in which lesbian's are not immune-he was so much wiser than his year of 23-why am i so moved by such tenderness leaving this world so abruptly???love is felt-tears were shed

let us die young or let us live forever
we don’t have the power but we never say never

james dean he crashed too young into death

sitting in a sandpit, life is a short trip
the music’s for the sad men
can you imagine when this race is won

sylvia's husband was an a$$hole

sylvia plath's journals

sylvia plath-line by line a husband's torment-his torment my a$$ what about his dead wife-ted hughes was a real neglectful s@n-of-a-b!t@h

sylvia in her younger days

sylvia nearing the end

sylvia -giving up the last days

turn our golden faces into the sun
praising our leaders we’re getting in tune

a young twenty year old virginia

jim morrison who died young

janis joplin who died young-i once believed the mob did it-i fell in love with janis when i was a teen and felt if i could just have loved her maybe i could have saved her-magic thinking-i know-but i was forever young then myself

jimi hendrix went off in the divine madness of the purple haze-my younger brother was i think a little in love with him-he modeled his guitar playing style after him-now though he is almost blind and wants to kill me and the mere mention of my name puts him into a blind rage-he's paranoid and a manic depressive-we share the last in common-yet i still miss both my brother and jimi

selena-murdered when just a rose starting to bloom

Amy Winehouse went cold turkey all alone and it killed

the music’s played by the madmen
forever young, i want to be forever young

natasha-a talent lost needlessly

do you really want to live forever, forever and ever
some are like water, some are like the heat

young elvis-the music just cut too deep-the drugs couldn't heal the pain

some are a melody and some are the beat
sooner or later they all will be gone

dominque dunne-murdered by stalker-forever young

why don’t they stay young
it’s so hard to get old without a cause

corey-haim-when-he-was-young-who could not love this face

corey haim-he thought he was always forgotten but he was not and he will always be forever young

jeff conaway-musical grease-taxi-addiction-overdose

i don’t want to perish like a fading horse
youth is like diamonds in the sun
and diamonds are forever

virginia woolf-genius-tortured by divine madness until her suicide

so many adventures couldn’t happen today
so many songs we forgot to play

Tennessee Williams-a genius with words-gay in a straight world

truman-capote-author-died-young-and-gay

so many dreams are swinging out of the blue
we let them come true

natasha-richardson-a headache-then gone-rip

The Most Beautiful Voice of All Time - I Will Always Love You - Always and Forever

The Most Beautiful Voice of All Time - I Will Always Love You - Always and Forever d. February 11, 2012 at 48

who wants to live forever???
freddie mercury – queen
5 September 1946 – 24 November 1991
freddie died one day after publicly acknowledging he had AIDS
come down the rabbit hole with freddie
have a marvelous time and a divine concert with queen

my psychiatrist is spying on me and i’m not paranoid

my psychiatrist is spying on me and i’m not paranoid
but if i was, and i am definitely not, paranoid
it doesn’t mean my psychiatrist is not spying on me

by jen kiley

a new addition to this post. i found out someone is spying on my posts and informed my former former therapist, the one who emotionally and psychologically used their position and their words to tortuously manipulate me into doubting my sense of reality and intuitive judgments. this informant and former former therapist passed this information along to the psychiatrist i was writing about in this post. she informed my current therapist that she knows what i have been writing in my blog posts. since i am an identity who on paper does not exist it is pretty pretty interesting that someone i do not know nor who should have no clue to who i am feels that they actually know who i am. i feel like capt. yossarian in the joseph heller novel ‘catch-22′ i exist therefore i am but i do not exist therefore who the hell thinks they know me. i can’t fly if i am crazy but i am crazy if i want to fly; and not wanting to fly proves that i am sane.

just what every stalked child who suffered child sexual abuse wants to feel.

the rest is the original post in which i have made some modifications.

where to begin: i have multiple diagnoses and recently found out that one of them is manic depression/bipolar (which was recorded many years ago on my psych chart but no one told me). I also have the following diagnoses: DID/MPD; Panic Disorder; Agoraphobia; C-PTSD; Major Depressive Illness plus Anxiety Disorder. The problem that i am dealing with right now is i lost my therapist, “to lose one’s therapist may be regarded as misfortune to lose two is carelessness.” (paraphrasing oscar wilde.) which is causing me extreme levels of pain and sadness which is driving me mad. i started seeing a new therapist who i asked to check out my psych records and she discovered the Bipolar Diagnosis. She wasn’t surprised because during our sessions i would go into a manic state and it is like a roller coaster ride. Since i found out about this new/old diagnosis i have been doing research. in the past I’ve seen several psychiatrists and psychotherapists and not until now did anyone tell me this was what was causing my deep depressions and suicidal ideations and just as magically i would go into a manic episode and not sleep; suffering from sleep deprivation; forgetting to eat; talking rapidly; so many thoughts needing to be expressed; sudden high energies of creativity [i am a writer and a poet.] forgetting to take my meds; mixing them up; in the past wild spending; what i am trying to say is all the symptoms are there but i have a psychiatrist who (one) told my medical provider that i am imagining my DID (was diagnosed by a psychiatrist and a psychotherapist earlier on in my life and have all the signs of DID/MPD) and now when i asked her to alter my meds to help deal with my manic depression she told me that i did not have bipolar disorder. that it was the trauma i suffered in my life that was causing all these symptoms. Her reasoning is that i have never exhibited my symptoms in her office. well my therapist told me today that i am bipolar and my partner has witnessed all of this behavior including the DID. she’s met my alters over the years. they would switch out all the time around her without any awareness by me. i wasn’t told i had DID/MPD until several years ago. she has also witnessed the bipolar. my new therapist sees me twice a week and i am manic as hell. she told me that my psychiatrist never witnessed this behavior because for such a long time i have been totally unemotional after having a major mental and emotional breakdown. so except for the deep depressions and feelings of suicide and thinking about how i would do it to the point that my partner would hide the knives i felt nothing. but when i started seeing the therapist before her, she was working with me and she was starting to bring to the surface my emotions. we worked together to break through the barriers i had built up to protect myself from feeling pain and now after she abandoned me my emotions are in full release mode. when i get depressed it is so severe that i want to kill myself. this occurs several times a week and sometimes several times a day. i never know how i will feel or what will trigger my mood changes. i have a difficult time remembering what i have even done during the times of my manic episodes which lead to high levels of creativity and euphoria and i become so engaged in my projects. on any given day i never know what it is i will be doing but i cannot stop once i get started, unless my body just gives out and i find that i have lost consciousness because i am so exhausted. now to the question: what do i do with a psychiatrist who does not acknowledge my diagnoses and just tells me to set alarms and just go to bed on time. i do not feel i have any control over that. i’m not crazy about the idea of taking anymore meds than i do and i take a great many psych and medical medications 6 times a day and over 20 pills a day, one of which is an anti-depressant. from what i have read taking an anti-depressant without a mood stabilizer acerbates the manic states. i see my psychiatrist soon. she will not do anything for me until we meet ftf (face to face) but the last several times we have met we have just argued and the last time we met i was in a suicidal state which she caused to make more severe. i use to trust her but i am feeling she just doesn’t get me and is unaware of how she most recently effected me. i am suicidal quite a bit and depressed but i am on an anti-depressant and have been on different ones over the past many years. before that i use to self medicate with marijuana from the time i was a teenager and alcohol and other mind altering drugs. there is bipolar in my family. my younger brother has been diagnosed with it and with paranoid schizophrenia and my uncle committed suicide by shooting himself in the head, just like ernest hemingway. he may have been a fan, i really don’t know, my aunt died in a mental institution in her late 40s and my mother was completely off the f@#king wall emotionally and extremely abusive and emotionally unpredictable. I am at a loss. My therapist will be seeing my psychiatrist at an all group meeting for the counseling center i go to and plans on speaking with her. my new therapist said that i am starting to have emotions and i am expressing them. the dam has broken.

i want to add to my previous comment that i have seen a multitudinous number of psychotherapists since i was 19 and quite a large number of psychiatrists, one who actually had a nervous breakdown while treating me and prescribing the wrong medication which caused me to overdose. needed the emergency room on that one because after drinking my lunch and popping the pills he prescribed that were not relieving my anxiety which is what they were suppose to do i became more and more agitated so that when i got back to work one of my alters crawled under the desk and wouldn’t come out. this was long before we knew anything about the DID/MPD. Before and since then we have acted on 3 suicide attempts and have been in danger of doing physical harm to ourselves and have thoughts of suicide on a regular and continual basis.

to add to all this my best friend who died suddenly at a young age from unknown causes whom i met at the same time as the therapist i was seeing before my current one. together the three of us became very close and we had a continuing connection through texting and phone calls and i would always run into her at the counseling center where we both met our own therapists. she was the only person i trusted sharing my feelings with and she was helping me through the loss of my former therapist until she died. my new therapist had to break the news to me over the telephone after leaving me a cryptic message on my voicemail earlier on the same day: “there is something i want to talk to you about.” i immediately jumped to the conclusion that i had done something terribly wrong and she wanted to terminate therapy with me. when we finally connected she told me she had bad news to tell me. my mind went in every direction. first thought was that something terrible had happened to my former therapist that i loved so much and missed so much. my second thought was that she really was going to end our therapeutic relationship but the worse news was yet to come when she said the name of my friend and that she had died. it was like hearing an echo from a distance. i know i heard the name wrong and said oh no not her. i thought she said the name of my former therapist but then it came streaming into my consciousness that it was my friend who had died. there was no relief in any of this, just shock and disbelief. i couldn’t imagine my friend not being there. earlier that morning around 3am i was going to text her but then i remembered she had told me that her cell phone would wake her up so i put it off and told myself that i would text her or call her later in the day after i got some sleep. now i wish i had texted her. maybe i would have woken her up and she would not have died. whatever had killed her might have been chased away. i think it was an aneurysm. she had been having headaches for a very long time and no one seemed to be able to find out what was the problem. she is gone now. i never got to tell her about the bipolar but maybe she figured it out. my partner did before i ever told her. we did share an abusive childhood and DID/MPD. she lived a difficult life but she had two young girls that she really loved. they will also miss her. and she had many friends she made through the counseling center we both visited often. i’ll never see her face again. she was the only one any of us trusted there. everyone else scared us or made us feel uncomfortable.

so where do i go from here. i write my poems; collect my quotes; write my manuscript; work on my other writing projects with the help of all of us inside and i work with my new therapist to try to get help for all the madness that i have to work through.