S W I T C H I N G T I M E

I clearly don't post enough in this site, but I would like to. In the insanely noisy current of life, it's nice to pause and put down your recent food for thought. I actually do have a diary, which I write in once every 1-2 years. Seriously, that's how much I forget. Anyway, so today's post credits to a personal account by a doctor named Richard Baer. My friend gave me this book for my birthday, and I've read it so many times there's coffee stains on the cover. In a nutshell, it's about a woman with 17 personalities, and moreso, about how this doctor discovers it, diagnoses it, and treats it. Personally speaking, I am intrigued with the medical aspect as well as the captivating story of this young woman's tragic story. However, I'm also intrigued by the doctor's capability to accomplish this seemingly impossible task. He has to treat a woman who's been so mistreated by every man in her life, that she literally has to rip her personalities apart to survive. The sheer task of getting her to trust him, and to WANT to get better and move forward, is not small to say the least. 

Now imagine every superhero you've looked up to. Not that this random doctor is mine, but in this account, he details how nervous, anxious, scared, and lost he is half the time trying to figure out what the next step is to do. It fascinates me because we always look up to people assuming they have it together all the time, but the reality is that even our biggest superheroes pause at every step. Possibly freak out a couple of times. I think the difference is that they choose to move on. Reading this account of how this doctor changes the woman's life, despite his doubt and fear, is pretty cool. I'm pretty sure that it's not the main point of sharing his story, but it was my take on it.

So, along with most of today's society, I am crippled with anxiety many a time. Here are a couple of ways to deal. =P

1. 

Stop. Think. And wonder, if you worry all the time, you will miss out on enjoying that pizza slice. Or Cupcake. Or fried chicken. No jk, don't stress eat. But it will definitely taste better when you're happier :)

2.

Yea, get up. This is called avoiding. As my best friend says, tackle it one at a time. What's the worst that could happen? You actually get something done :O

3. 

This reminds me of my socially phobic sister. Speaking from experience, most people plant one on to try and keep moving. Try it out, it really does help.

4. 

Actually, the population is pretty much everyone. Sometimes, it helps to turn off your cells and laptops and just give it a rest for a few minutes. You'll find the stress leaving your pores, literally.

5. 

Raise your hand if you've had this exact moment. So honestly, what works for me is screaming into a pillow. It's cliched and it kind of hurts your vocals for a second, but scream, breathe, and tell yourself that you are strong enough.

6. 

For every girl out there, don't be scared to rely on your girls for help.

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And for our men, try it out. You won't become less macho, I promise.

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Just from looking at this picture, I can tell you she is not a failure at doing her hair. Seriously it looks amazing. Anyway when down, step back and think of all the things you've done that are right. I'm sure there's 1 or 2 :P

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I don't have anything to comment on this, he just looks hot even when he's tearing up. Sighs.

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And when all else fails, get up, find that ounce of fire within you, and refuse to back down. 

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And finally, just because I think she's half of society's role model. Okay fine, I also like a song or two of hers.

Enjoy! :)

Carry on my wayward son, there'll be peace when you are done.

Lately I have been realizing that maybe going through life successfully means being at a constant level of pain of 7 or more. Honestly, it becomes a routine. The amazing, the good, the bad, the unbearable. There's a TV show called Supernatural, it used to be popular in the old days. Anyways, the main song goes on to say what the title of my blog is: "Carry on my wayward son, there'll be peace when you are done." I found it interesting, because it's as if you're just barely tolerating the present only to look forward to a more peaceful future. In a sense, it's inspirational and hopeful, but at the same time, I wonder, why not just enjoy the present? Painful or not, it is what our life is. Now as my sister pointed out, words aren't as fun as pictures so I'm going to end my thought of the day here. Here are some pictures of Jensen and Jared from Supernatural that might lessen your pain for the day ;) And at the risk of sounding like a teenager, they're super cute.

When my sister rejects my hug ;P

When I finish my 10-page paper in 2 hours

When my bozo cousins take selfies with me

When you forget your aux cable on a long drive

When my mom decides to come home early

Who says I don't got moves

When I accidentally pick up my mom's call

Every party. Every time.

Just cuz you feelin good

Me: Left. Sister: Right.

My reaction when I see a dog. My only phobia -_-

Don't mess with this ish

And I'm yours. ::Melts::

Enjoy! ;)

Walt before Mickey

What makes us human? I think it's all the tiny things that make us human, that make us stand out from one another. We all have this great distinction between good and evil, but even in those that are truly selfish, we still care. There have been many accounts on afterlife, and there was one I read that stood out- it said that the purpose of life is pure, sheer, unadulterated love. I think our ability to love and care makes us different from everyone else, even from supernatural deities. Our ability to believe in certain things, and stand up for them, makes us unique. There are animal species that eat each other, or prey on alike to survive. We have the ability to protect and care for our own though, and in the face of extreme difficulties, we believe that the act of believing in itself makes a difference. And when it does, it's a miracle.  

I think it's almost like a pure white light inside us, a spark that keeps us going. Wake up, exercise, eat 3-5 meals a day, do work, do our things for our family, and then go on. When we stop caring though, we stop feeling that need to do it, we call it depression. We see a therapist, take meds, and try to move on from what we have lost. I think that once you lose that spark, that light, it takes more than meds to get it back. It takes an appreciation for what it is to be human, to appreciate how amazing life is. To be able to see color, to create a variety of different foods, to be able to walk outside and taste rain.

So what do I believe in? I believe in pink, in love, in magic, and in happy endings. I believe that achieving anything requires discipline, control, and the strength to balance. So if you give up, you miss the chance to see the best of yourself. I think I lost that spark a while ago, but I'm hoping to rebuild it.

The title of this post is the biography of Walt Disney, the man who helped us believe in magic, despite the adversities he went through. He once said, "First, think. Second, believe. Third, dream, and Finally, Dare." I'm at Step 1.