Wednesday, January 30, 2019
Monday, January 28, 2019
I am showing off my international
page views for the week here!
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I get very excited when new people from different countries view my blog. Thank you for visiting! I just found an international meme that I thought might amuse you.
I took my car in the shop and the shuttle driver remembered taking me to the last house that I previously lived in. When he saw where I was living now, he said to me, "What happened? I saw the house you used to live in. You lived in a beautiful house, in a beautiful neighborhood, just blocks from the beach!" His words reminded me of everything I had lost for reminiscing too much about the past and going off my medication. I regret divorcing my husband in search of a better life/mate. I have lost so much, mostly time with my children. There are years of their youth that remain fuzzy to me. I don't miss the pretentiousness of my old neighborhood though.
At first I thought that living up La Costa was much crappier than the neighborhood we left behind. The house we are renting now is shabby and ancient. Our neighbors all have pitbulls and other huge dogs. I wondered, at first, if they needed these dogs for protection, from the mean streets of La Costa. We have never been that friendly with our neighbors, so living here, with little to no contact with our neighbors, is nothing new. On top of that, some slob keeps having sex in his car or something, and leaving his used condoms in the middle of the street. I have no idea which slob is doing this. It remains a mystery.
Anywho. I was thinking about what the shuttle driver said to me and wondering about my path in life. It reminded me of the song, Once In A Lifetime by the Talking Heads. "How did I get here?"
I am just lucky to be back living with my family, with a roof over my head. I am blessed to have family, friends, food, and shelter, for sure.
At first I thought that living up La Costa was much crappier than the neighborhood we left behind. The house we are renting now is shabby and ancient. Our neighbors all have pitbulls and other huge dogs. I wondered, at first, if they needed these dogs for protection, from the mean streets of La Costa. We have never been that friendly with our neighbors, so living here, with little to no contact with our neighbors, is nothing new. On top of that, some slob keeps having sex in his car or something, and leaving his used condoms in the middle of the street. I have no idea which slob is doing this. It remains a mystery.
Anywho. I was thinking about what the shuttle driver said to me and wondering about my path in life. It reminded me of the song, Once In A Lifetime by the Talking Heads. "How did I get here?"
I am just lucky to be back living with my family, with a roof over my head. I am blessed to have family, friends, food, and shelter, for sure.
Friday, January 25, 2019
Thursday, January 24, 2019
So, last year, I submitted my book, The Voices, into a Writers Digest competition to see what people thought of it. I got some helpful feedback. It wasn't the best or the worst there. I think I lost points writing what the voices were telling me verbatim. I did not embellish so that it would make more sense or make the story more cohesive. She called the dialogue forced and wooden, meaning dull? My voices made my life hell. That is where all the action is at. How can I convey that better? The voices in my head are telling the story. The voices say many strange and repetetive things to me. I will just shrug off that criticism. Who knows? Maybe I will write another book. My book, The Voices, is available on Amazon!
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Entry Title: The Voices
Author: Danielle Flore
Writing as (if applicable):
Entry Category: Mystery/Thriller
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Structure, Organization, and Pacing: 4
Spelling, Punctuation, and Grammar: 4
Production Quality and Cover Design: 4
Plot and Story Appeal: 3
Character Appeal and Development: 3
Voice and Writing Style: 3
Judge’s Commentary*:
In The Voices, a mystery / thriller novel written by Danielle Flore, we are presented with a moody and haunting tale of black magic, the even blacker depths of a human soul, and the subtle manipulations we allow ourselves in the name of love. The title for the novel seems to this reader to be haunting and captivating, providing a suggestive entry point to the work that establishes keen alignment with the genre and strong expectations. The dialogue here is sometimes problematic and clunky, sounding a little off in a way that causes the reader to stumble and question the characterizations. It’s hard to nail dialogue, especially when juggling characters, but it’s crucial to maintain a sense of realism and, to my ear, this element often seemed a little forced and wooden. The overall design of the book is professional. It features an interior layout that is crisp and clean with text design on each page that is readable and presented soundly. It may seem minor, but getting the interior in order is an important step in getting the reader hooked and able to enter into the flow of the work! Also, the cover image for the book is moody and emotional, capturing the reader’s interest right from the get go.
The other day, on Twitter, a hashtag was trending, #exposeachristianschool, where people were sharing their horror stories. Fortunately, for me, the extent of it was dealing with snotty prep school kids and being snubbed by them. After moving to San Diego 20 years ago, I still am see many of them about. I saw one of them at Target last weekend and was greeted with a Resting Bitch Face. Alison Dalley still would never condescend to speak to me, because my family was neither popular, nor rich.
When I see some of the most vicious people from grammar school, on Facebook, they are usually touting their Catholicism, as they have children in the same Catholic grammar school. I was not that impressed by my Catholic grammar school. Long gone are the days of being taught by nuns, many of our teachers were not even Catholic, and therefore, could not reinforce or nurture our young Catholic minds. Fortunately, I made a handful of friends there though.
My Catholic high school was brutal, on the whole. I thought that by moving out of the Brentwood area, I would find nicer, more down-to-earth classmates. Sherman Oaks was not much better. I was snubbed in high school too. I think that just goes along with the high school experience. It was cut-throat. I was surrounded by "Mean Girls," as well as being a "Mean Girl" myself. Much of what was said in high school and many things that I said, echo in my brain permanently. I have high school horror stories, on repeat, in my brain.
I was more than snubbed. By the end of my four high school years, I was a social outcast. It was heartbreaking. I would rather not think about it. I believe that my social experiences and the hurtful words spoken to me though out my Catholic schooling helped shape my mental illness.
I went into college, looking for love, and I did not find it there. What a let-down! Bring on the depression! My old-fashioned mother would have loved me to find my husband, in college. But I never acquired the social skills or social cunningness rather, to acquire that cool, good-looking, most coveted boyfriend, in college. I wasn't up for the competition, like some people. I just wasn't ready for love either. I do think it takes a competetive, "type A personality" to land that super good-looking, rich husband. It is a calculated journey.
On a positive note, I am convinced that my husband and I are at a stage in our lives, where no one wants to steal my husband from me and vice-versa. Other women, may not be able to sleep that easy, where that is concerned. You know who you are.
When I see some of the most vicious people from grammar school, on Facebook, they are usually touting their Catholicism, as they have children in the same Catholic grammar school. I was not that impressed by my Catholic grammar school. Long gone are the days of being taught by nuns, many of our teachers were not even Catholic, and therefore, could not reinforce or nurture our young Catholic minds. Fortunately, I made a handful of friends there though.
My Catholic high school was brutal, on the whole. I thought that by moving out of the Brentwood area, I would find nicer, more down-to-earth classmates. Sherman Oaks was not much better. I was snubbed in high school too. I think that just goes along with the high school experience. It was cut-throat. I was surrounded by "Mean Girls," as well as being a "Mean Girl" myself. Much of what was said in high school and many things that I said, echo in my brain permanently. I have high school horror stories, on repeat, in my brain.
I was more than snubbed. By the end of my four high school years, I was a social outcast. It was heartbreaking. I would rather not think about it. I believe that my social experiences and the hurtful words spoken to me though out my Catholic schooling helped shape my mental illness.
I went into college, looking for love, and I did not find it there. What a let-down! Bring on the depression! My old-fashioned mother would have loved me to find my husband, in college. But I never acquired the social skills or social cunningness rather, to acquire that cool, good-looking, most coveted boyfriend, in college. I wasn't up for the competition, like some people. I just wasn't ready for love either. I do think it takes a competetive, "type A personality" to land that super good-looking, rich husband. It is a calculated journey.
On a positive note, I am convinced that my husband and I are at a stage in our lives, where no one wants to steal my husband from me and vice-versa. Other women, may not be able to sleep that easy, where that is concerned. You know who you are.
Monday, January 21, 2019
"Auditory hallucinations (voices) are cognition (thoughts), thoughts that have been shaped by both historical genocide and zeitgeist."
"Metacognition is the antidote to societal poison."
Just quoted from schizophrenia.com. So many schizophrenics are super smart. I just googled metacognition & zeitgeist for the definitions. I can honestly say I never have used these words in a sentence before. I have so much to learn about my illness!
met·a·cog·ni·tion
/ˌmedəˌkäɡˈniSH(ə)n/
noun
PSYCHOLOGY
- awareness and understanding of one's own thought processes.
zeit·geist
/ˈtsītˌɡīst,ˈzītˌɡīst/
noun
- the defining spirit or mood of a particular period of history as shown by the ideas and beliefs of the time."the story captured the zeitgeist of the late 1960s"
/ˈtsītˌɡīst,ˈzītˌɡīst/
noun
I love this photo that my daughter took, while I was driving. She captured both the sun and the moon at the same time.
"Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that." - Martin Luther King Jr.
I woke up this morning and my 8 year old Autistic son (who just learned to speak) told me that it was Martin Luther King Jr. Day. I am so proud of my sweet son!
...and the voices returned.
Leigh: (snickering) So say something stupid about Martin Luther King Jr. Wait until I get my hands on you! Be forewarned! ...Ha ha ha! Stupid bitch!
I keep reporting what the voices are saying to me because I start to believe this is real. The people hexing me should be held accountable for their actions and hopefully one day they will.
Saturday, January 19, 2019
Was Nietzsche mentally ill? I am interested in Nietzsche because of his quotes, that I interpret, as being about mental illness. I just scanned his Wikipedia page, which says nothing about him suffering from mental illness. (I know that I should pick up an actual book about him. LOL) It sounds like he was unlucky in love though. From what I know, there is a link between many people's mental illness and feeling unlucky in love/life.
"Nietzsche never married. He proposed to Lou Salomé three times, but his proposal was rejected each time.[118][ There is a theory that blamed Salomé's view on sexuality as one of the reasons for her alienation from Nietzsche. As articulated in the 1898 novella Fenitschka, she viewed the idea of sexual intercourse as prohibitive and marriage as a violation, with some suggesting that they indicated sexual repression and neurosis.[119]
Nietzsche scholar Joachim Köhler [de] has attempted to explain Nietzsche's life history and philosophy by claiming that Nietzsche was homosexual. Köhler argues that Nietzsche's syphilis, which is "...usually considered to be the product of his encounter with a prostitute in a brothel in Cologne or Leipzig, is equally likely, it is now held, to have been contracted in a male brothel in Genoa."[120] The acquisition of the infection from a homosexual brothel was confirmed by Sigmund Freud, who cited Otto Binswanger as his source.[121] Köhler also suggests Nietzsche may have had a romantic relationship as well as a friendship with Paul Rée.[122] There is the claim that Nietzsche's homosexuality is widely known in the Vienna Psychoanalytic Society, with Nietzsche's friend Paul Deussen claiming that the philosopher never "touched a woman".[123][124]
Köhler's views have not found wide acceptance among Nietzsche scholars and commentators. Allan Megill argues that, while Köhler's claim that Nietzsche was in a confrontation with his homosexual desire cannot simply be dismissed, "the evidence is very weak," and Köhler may be projecting twentieth-century understandings of sexuality on nineteenth-century notions of friendship.[122] It is also known that Nietzsche frequented heterosexual brothels.[121] Some like Nigel Rodgers and Mel Thompson have argued that continuous sickness and headaches hindered Nietzsche from engaging much with women. Yet, they bring other examples in which Nietzsche expressed his affections to other women, including Wagner's wife Cosima Wagner.[125]
Other scholars have argued that Köhler's sexuality-based interpretation is not helpful in understanding Nietzsche's philosophy.[126][127] However, there are also those who stressed that, if Nietzsche preferred men—with this preference constituting his psycho-sexual make-up—but could not admit his desires to himself, it meant he acted in conflict with his philosophy.[128]"
Monday, January 14, 2019
Watch out for that Irish weed! You do not want psychosis!
https://www.irishtimes.com/news/crime-and-law/cannabis-more-people-seeking-treatment-as-strength-doubles-1.3755334
I know I sound old and lame now! I can't help it!
https://www.irishtimes.com/news/crime-and-law/cannabis-more-people-seeking-treatment-as-strength-doubles-1.3755334
I know I sound old and lame now! I can't help it!
Is playing cribbage the key to longevity? My ex-mother-in-law swore that crossword puzzles kept her mentally agile in her senior years. I need to exercise my brain! Click below to read a cute article.
https://www.kare11.com/article/news/local/land-of-10000-stories/at-108-and-105-cribbage-players-battle-for-title/89-7b949709-71b5-4d2e-a84f-1400045ecc26
https://www.kare11.com/article/news/local/land-of-10000-stories/at-108-and-105-cribbage-players-battle-for-title/89-7b949709-71b5-4d2e-a84f-1400045ecc26
Saturday, January 5, 2019
Delusions of Reference
I suffer from delusions of reference. (See link below to the Wikipedia page about this.)
Let me explain. I have put effort into promoting my blog and book on the internet. At this point, I think that people around town notice me daily. They will either comment about me or laugh at me. Basically, I feel that I have become a small town celebrity in Carlsbad. I also have earned my fair share of haters, because of this. I think I see my stalkers driving around town laughing at me or just leering at me.
I have delusions of reference pertaining to Facebook. Now that all the profile pictures are public, I think that my stalkers are peeping my photos. Certain people who live locally, that I know are Facebook friends with my stalker/obsession, follow me around too.
As soon as I realized that two of Keith's friends live in my neighborhood, my delusions and voice hallucinations got kickstarted. This situation has always been too close for comfort. Living in north county coastal San Diego, everyone and their mother comes here on vacation. I do not blame them. San Diego is beautiful. It is just that, in living here, my delusions will be never-ending.
I tried flying elsewhere, to escape the voices in my head and delusions around town. It never worked. The stress of traveling only compounded my problems. The voices actually kicked up a few notches while traveling. I still have no desire to drive too far or fly.
Then there is the whole flattery of it all. If I were in a foreign place, where my stalkers were not, would I begin to miss them? I would go back to my ordinary life. I can't imagine a life without my imaginary friends, love interests, and haters. That is out of the cards for me anyway. I will always retain my imaginary life (delusions and hallucinations) to some degree, as my medication does not work 100% well.
Maybe I have it all wrong. No one I know probably ever reads my blog anyway. LOL
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ideas_of_reference_and_delusions_of_reference
I suffer from delusions of reference. (See link below to the Wikipedia page about this.)
Let me explain. I have put effort into promoting my blog and book on the internet. At this point, I think that people around town notice me daily. They will either comment about me or laugh at me. Basically, I feel that I have become a small town celebrity in Carlsbad. I also have earned my fair share of haters, because of this. I think I see my stalkers driving around town laughing at me or just leering at me.
I have delusions of reference pertaining to Facebook. Now that all the profile pictures are public, I think that my stalkers are peeping my photos. Certain people who live locally, that I know are Facebook friends with my stalker/obsession, follow me around too.
As soon as I realized that two of Keith's friends live in my neighborhood, my delusions and voice hallucinations got kickstarted. This situation has always been too close for comfort. Living in north county coastal San Diego, everyone and their mother comes here on vacation. I do not blame them. San Diego is beautiful. It is just that, in living here, my delusions will be never-ending.
I tried flying elsewhere, to escape the voices in my head and delusions around town. It never worked. The stress of traveling only compounded my problems. The voices actually kicked up a few notches while traveling. I still have no desire to drive too far or fly.
Then there is the whole flattery of it all. If I were in a foreign place, where my stalkers were not, would I begin to miss them? I would go back to my ordinary life. I can't imagine a life without my imaginary friends, love interests, and haters. That is out of the cards for me anyway. I will always retain my imaginary life (delusions and hallucinations) to some degree, as my medication does not work 100% well.
Maybe I have it all wrong. No one I know probably ever reads my blog anyway. LOL
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ideas_of_reference_and_delusions_of_reference
Thursday, January 3, 2019
When your only therapy site makes you miserable
I try to keep it light on my blog, because I am basically happy. Life isn't perfect. It could be better, but I am happy. Today on the schizophrenia.com forums, I got into it with a moderator. I understand that the people running the site are also schizophrenic. I should empathize with them. I just get off that site, many times feeling worse, than when I went on. I try to crack jokes and no one is in the mood. For the most part, I feel that the people who frequent that site are down on their luck and miserable. I am afraid to post pictures of me with my kiddos smiling, and I do not dare share my good times, because I doubt it would help others. It would probably make them feel worse.
Even the site moderators are miserable. This one mod, TreeBeard, called me passive-aggressive and ignorant today. I don't need that in my life. He should be fired for that. People on that site try to take the wind out of my sails a lot. I may not go back. I like sharing some things that are posted on that site here. But as far as socializing goes, I would rather not. Those people are such downers and I actually get along better with non-mentally ill people. I feel blessed that I can have healthy friendships and relationships. I am curious about other schizophrenics, but I can't seem to get along with other schizophrenics. I find that so odd!
As flawed as schizophrenia.com is, that is the only website that I know of, where I can learn more about my illness and also meet other schizophrenics. I feel so alone sometimes, in terms of that. I am high-functioning, but still suffer from schizoffective disorder, and no one that I know can relate to that.
https://www.psychologytoday.com/us/blog/the-superhuman-mind/201611/5-signs-youre-dealing-passive-aggressive-person
OK I googled passive aggressive to try and see where Treebeard was coming from. I am actually not that offended by this definition. It beats being aggressive and defensive, like Treebeard. I found his post about China to be off-topic and unsupportive. He is such a hypocrite. There was a post about the dark side of the moon, which intrigued me, and I saw that a mod (Treebeard) posted some demeaning comments about the Chinese government on it. I didn't see what that had to do with the dark side of the moon or schizophrenia for that matter. When I called him on it, he flagged me. He couldn't take my dissent. That was just odd. Those power-flaunting mods! Hypocrites, all of them!
I try to keep it light on my blog, because I am basically happy. Life isn't perfect. It could be better, but I am happy. Today on the schizophrenia.com forums, I got into it with a moderator. I understand that the people running the site are also schizophrenic. I should empathize with them. I just get off that site, many times feeling worse, than when I went on. I try to crack jokes and no one is in the mood. For the most part, I feel that the people who frequent that site are down on their luck and miserable. I am afraid to post pictures of me with my kiddos smiling, and I do not dare share my good times, because I doubt it would help others. It would probably make them feel worse.
Even the site moderators are miserable. This one mod, TreeBeard, called me passive-aggressive and ignorant today. I don't need that in my life. He should be fired for that. People on that site try to take the wind out of my sails a lot. I may not go back. I like sharing some things that are posted on that site here. But as far as socializing goes, I would rather not. Those people are such downers and I actually get along better with non-mentally ill people. I feel blessed that I can have healthy friendships and relationships. I am curious about other schizophrenics, but I can't seem to get along with other schizophrenics. I find that so odd!
As flawed as schizophrenia.com is, that is the only website that I know of, where I can learn more about my illness and also meet other schizophrenics. I feel so alone sometimes, in terms of that. I am high-functioning, but still suffer from schizoffective disorder, and no one that I know can relate to that.
https://www.psychologytoday.com/us/blog/the-superhuman-mind/201611/5-signs-youre-dealing-passive-aggressive-person
OK I googled passive aggressive to try and see where Treebeard was coming from. I am actually not that offended by this definition. It beats being aggressive and defensive, like Treebeard. I found his post about China to be off-topic and unsupportive. He is such a hypocrite. There was a post about the dark side of the moon, which intrigued me, and I saw that a mod (Treebeard) posted some demeaning comments about the Chinese government on it. I didn't see what that had to do with the dark side of the moon or schizophrenia for that matter. When I called him on it, he flagged me. He couldn't take my dissent. That was just odd. Those power-flaunting mods! Hypocrites, all of them!
Wednesday, January 2, 2019
Here is an interview with the son of gifted mathematician, John Nash. John Nash Jr. inherited schizophrenia from his father. I have three children who are all on the Autism spectrum. I fear that I may also have passed on the schizophrenia gene to them. My ten year old daughter is very bright but having behavioral problems. I pray that none of my children inherit my schizophrenia. I am watching them closely for it. My daughters already discuss having families of their own, when they grow up. At this point in time, they both want to adopt, rather than have their own children. I think that is for the best.
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