The module I just completed in DBT was interpersonal communication. Some of it was painful, but this idea of escaping the irrational ’emotion’ mind is the key to feeling good about yourself and being able to make friends and enjoy life just a little. Not be so ‘intense.’
I’m not asking for much. I just don’t want my mind to be some sort of Shawshank Redemption.
And right now, it is.
BTW, with DBT, at first I was skeptical. A fad, buzzword, trend, catchall.
Nope. DBT lives up to the Hype. People in my group are in their 2nd, 3rd, 4th year.
What’s going on?
I was responding to an email and it just slipped away. I have to ask the sender, (a high -level neurologist I don’t want to pester) to resend. It’s not in deleted, sent, drafts…
Then I went to Tumblr and when I hit ‘post’ it wouldn’t post. It just quivered up at the top. I don’t know what the issue is.
Then, some days, my ‘attachment’ function works simply and easily, while other days I have to drag and drop and then on the worst days, I can’t do either and I have to put my stories in the body of the email.
I lost my grant for Tardive Medicine which makes me angry because the manufacturers of the agent that caused it should chip in at my extra expenses. I’m working on the chapter of the book “Where to Turn.”
Good Question. At least Google still works!
You would never know this by my tags but packing for this trip to see my father on his farm was murder. First of all, my weight varies a great deal, largely due to my psych meds, namely clozaril. Other atypicals, like Seroquel and Zyprexa, among others, do this too. Thus, I have three sizes of clothes in my closet, and I had to FACE THE MONSTER when packing, and try them on, all while, trying not to get triggered when stuff didn’t fit. I made lists but I still spaced out and forgot to pack warm weather clothes for a heat wave in Kentucky. So we hat to hit a clothing store for some short sleeved shirts after the airport. Still, nothing I wear is ever good enough for my father, and I’m never thin enough. This is sort of why, in addition to bipolar, I have an eating disorder too. More from the farm later.