- mix 2-3 drops into a tablespoon of aloe vera gel for a calming, soothing sunburn soother
- mix 1-2 drops into a teaspoon of foot cream for extra anti-fungal and deodorizing action
- add 2-3 drops to a bentonite clay for a DIY Face mask
- add 2 drops to a tablespoon of almond oil for a soothing massage oil that will also help relieve headaches if gently rubbed on the temples
- Try a few drops on a cold wash cloth for a cold lavender compress on the forehead
- add 2 drops to a teaspoon of ground rolled oats mixed with a teaspoon of clay, wet the mixture and use the resulting ‘paste’ as a gentle, exfoliating face cleanser
- mix 4 drops with a tablespoon of almond oil and add to your bath for a wonderful, relaxing scent (They actually bottle this for babies!)
- Add a few drops of lavender to 1 Cup of baking soda and spray your mattress to refresh it, leave it for a few hours and then vacuum off.
- Spray some Lavender water on your pillow for a good night’ sleep!
“Learn to enjoy every minute of your life. Be happy now. Don’t wait for something outside of yourself to make you happy in the future. Think how really precious is the time you have to spend, whether it’s at work or with your family. Every minute should be enjoyed and savored.” — Earl Nightingale
I’m Happy! Are you???
This is just another post that I came across today, that relates to everything I mentioned today and yesterday. Each day is a fresh start and another chance to make today beautiful!
Write it on your heart that every day is the best day in the year.
He is rich who owns the day, and no one owns the day
who allows it to be invaded with fret and anxiety.
Finish every day and be done with it.
You have done what you could.
Some blunders and absurdities, no doubt crept in.
Forget them as soon as you can, tomorrow is a new day;
begin it well and serenely with too high a spirit
to be cumbered with your old nonsense.
This new day is too dear, with its hopes and invitations,
to waste a moment on the yesterdays.
by Ralph Waldo Emerson
I reblogged this little sign,I totally wish that I could post this on my forehead…. I just had an entire conversation with Mr Man. “Stop trying and just do it,” he says. “Get out of the house, do something with yourself, I am sick of seeing you like this, you are a winner! You are not this person who sits in bed all day blogging!” Doesn’t he know that the blogging is helping? Why can’t he understand that I am doing things. Two weeks ago, all I wanted to do was put a bullet in my head, now I am trying to eat healthy, exercise, write, clean my house…. these are ALL THINGS THAT I AM DOING!!!!
He thinks that yelling at me like a drill sergeant is being supportive. (He is active duty, and I am retired military) I understand, he thinks he is helping. He thinks yelling at me to do something is motivating me. He doesn’t understand the guilt it brings on. I appreciate you getting my kids off their asses to pick up the house, when I have been in bed all day, but yelling at me because I didn’t yell at them…. oh the guilt…. then you lift my chin to make me look you in the eyes while you tell me I am a winner…. that is the stuff that fairytales can be made of, the highly charged, emotional moment, where you wipe the tears from my cheek and tell me to look at you and you kiss my nose…… hmmmmm… in a different time and place, I might actually be motivated by that, It might actually make me feel good. …. I wish you understood that it just makes me feel guilty which makes me want to crawl in bed and pull the covers over my head and cry and stay there until my eyes are raw and my head hurts and I fall asleep from the sheer exhaustion of crying… Then when I wake up, I feel guilty because I went to bed crying instead of cleaning or whatever the conversation was about that time and I stay in bed because I feel like I can’t possible make up for all the bad decisions. AND, how can I look at you and feel like we will ever be equals? I am a strong woman after all, I really am, when depression isn’t in the way… or is that just the facade I put on for everyone else? I am not even certain anymore. I just know that Today, I want you to take care of me, today, I need you to take care of me, tomorrow…. I can’t look you in the eyes because how can you respect me when I have been in bed crying and my house is a mess and my kids are out of control. How can we have an “Equal” relationship? How can we move forward when you have seen me like this? How can you love me like I need to be loved today and then be respected tomorrow?????
But, don’t stop, because today, I need this, I need you to help me, to drag me out of bed today and force me to live my own life. But, can’t you be a little gentler about it? Why can’t you understand that it is progress to get up and write today? It is progress to cook today and, pick my clothes up off the floor. Yes, I understand that to you, these are everyday things, but would you yell at someone with cancer like this? Would you say..”I know the chemo makes you tired but you need to get up and live your life today!!” “Stop saying you are trying to get better and just do IT!” Would you say that if I had a tumor? Would you say that if I had a heart attack? Would you say that if I broke my leg? Because you see… I do have a tumor, I did have a heart attack and I do have a broken leg, all rolled into one………… I HAVE DEPRESSION AND I CANNOT JUST GET OVER IT!!!!! I wish you could just live inside my fucking head one day……. I promise you, I would have to hide all the bullets!
WOW! I was just talking about this yesterday in my comments on the blog… It really makes me wonder if I should go talk to someone about my “Depression” maybe being bipolar II disorder, it would certainly explain a few things and explain why I cannot get better on the meds I am on! I guess, ultimately though, it does not matter, i am still going to work on changing my diet, my exercise and more holistic things that can make a difference in my life. I have already seen some thing helping, like the supplements, I am still determined to KICK DEPRESSIONS ASS!
This is a decent article about bi polar triggers. I have always cast aside the idea of being bipolar because I never, ever have the highs, or mania, associated with bipolar. As I mature however, since my depression, (which I once thought was unipolar and now I am not so certain) is so very low, I wonder if its possible to have lower periods of manic episodes, for example, is it possible that my mania, is actually more like an average person’s “normal” ? I have always thought I was on a cycle of deep depression and less depression, never really feeling level and certainly never high on life, like I have associated with mania.
However, sometimes, I think about some of my bad habits. I have a history of some pretty reckless sexual behavior and I have been known to go on some pretty extreme shopping sprees. Does this constitute my mania? Also, I have some pretty OCD behavior, but only at times. For example, if I start cleaning, then I am not happy until it is all clean. (Keeping in mind that I do not clean very often) But, I am talking, I will stay up 48 hours to ensure every last piece of everything is in its proper place. Surface cleaning is only acceptable when someone is enroute to the house, but deep cleaning is the only kind of cleaning I know how to do. If I am going to spend time cleaning in the kitchen, then I clean out every cabinet and nook and cranny before I go to sleep. Same with moving, I cannot sleep until every box is opened and every item finds a home. (Now I might lay down and actually close my eyes to sleep, but it is not a restful sleep and I do not sleep for long, until it is all done….
Another, but very different example, is when I find a new hobby. I completely immerse myself in it. I have to have every piece of equipment, and lots and lots of books to read about the topic. It doesn’t matter what the hobby… when I took up photography, I had to read and read and read and buy the best camera. When I was crocheting, actually, I have been crocheting since I was 16, but everytime I get back into it, I have to have new books, new recipes for projects and new yarn. I have an entire Scrapbook room in my house and a craps table in my living room….
I will save you the details of my sexual exploits, but suffice it to say that I am glad to be healthy. But seriously, some of these exploits were as recent as a year ago. I liked to think of my self as the sexually enlightened woman, but really some of what have done is downright unsafe! Honestly, when I look at these times I can say that I felt good, like I was in the upswing of my depression… so, is this a possible sign that I am bi-polar? Could it be that I am on the wrong meds?
Does impulsive and obsessive behavior swing my diagnosis the other way? I do not know, I sure am hoping that my journey to heal my depression will take care of the problem, whatever the text book says…
But, just to emphasize my point, I have a ton of books on health and depression crowding the other side of my bed right now….. is this idea to get healthy just my latest fad? Will it end up another unfinished project stuffed in a corner some where? I sure hope I can stick with this, make it a life change and not my latest interest, because my life my very well depend on it.
Living with bipolar disorder can feel like a rollercoaster ride. The extreme ups and downs of the disease can disrupt the lives of the patient and those around them. To make the disease more manageable, it’s important for the patient and caregivers to know what may trigger episodes of mania and depression.
When one family member has bipolar disorder, it’s as if the whole family has the illness. Primary caregivers may need to help with medications, talk to doctors, and keep a predictable, low-stress household routine. It’s also essential for caregivers to pick up on the sometimes subtle signs that their loved one is slipping into mania or depression.
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