Question of the Day | 10/13/2008 12:00 am
Happy Columbus Day! In life, what uncharted waters have you traversed and what ones have you yet to traverse?

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If this is meant to keep us focused on the affairs of Christopher it’s just as well, because he didn’t do what we were told he did. Interesting isn’t it? How many “hes” do?
I never could comprehend why a holiday was created for a mass murderer. This place wasn’t even named after HIM…
I guess, in terms of unwanted uncharted waters, it was breast cancer. I hate typing those two words. I don’t want to give them any power. When people ask me “how are you?” I always answer I am well. Survival and surviving seem like uncharted waters because you don’t know what will happen next. Have to let it go and go with the flow which is easier said than done.
The tempest in that storm seems to swirl around right on the edges of my mind. The suggestion of “disaster is coming” sits there trying to find a way in the door, constantly knocking to see if I will answer. When it comes, the recognition that it is not a power usually dismisses it. But, if I let the fear in, it digs deep to find a home in me and like termites causes hidden damage.
Of course, there are endless unchartered waters we have all taken. For me motherhood would be at the top of the list. There is no way to know what you don’t know until you have delivered that baby. Then, all of a sudden you are awestruck by the immense beauty of the responsibility, and how little you really know.
Frannie,
I too have heard those words. And have traveled these waters. I LOve your comment on Motherhood! It still blows my mind, how in just a split instance, you are awe struck in an immense LOve, what a privilege it is to be a Mother. And how amazing it is that we learn so very much from our children. I have to say what was even harder to go through then any of my medical , having my14 year old Son with Cancer. It was and still is the toughest waters of all.
Jennifer
I appreciate your reply. I read about your medical challenges on the your other post to me, and you have really had many challenges. I have an older sister with Lupus and she has gone through much of the same since she was 12, she is 60 now. I am sorry about your son, I think you have talked about him before. I wish him the best. You are both privileged to have each other. I know he is in good hands.
I’d say that the uncharted waters we are all facing right now are as foreboding as any I’ve ever faced in the past.
You are not kidding! This is a tragedy for the U.S., all of us, and it’s just beginning. With troops now ready to control us when we realize the $’s worthless and so is the “insurance” - why we didn’t act earlier to impeach Bush, and oust Paulson, is beyond me. Eternal optimism. In that respect, there’s far too much “femaleness” in our society. The Brits learned decades ago, “Outs them all, and bring in new ones.” I will never vote for an incumbent again, if we get the chance.
You are not kidding! This is a tragedy for the U.S., all of us, and it’s just beginning. With troops now ready to control us when we realize the $’s worthless and so is the “insurance” - why we didn’t act earlier to impeach Bush, and oust Paulson, is beyond me. Eternal optimism. In that respect, there’s far too much “femaleness” in our society. The Brits learned decades ago, “Oust them all, and bring in new ones.” I will never vote for an incumbent again, if we get the chance.
The closest I’ve come to uncharted waters in my young life is my battle with ANXIETY. I have been dealing with general anxiety and panic attacks since Spring of ‘04. To this day I’m not sure if it’s been hell or some twisted blessing in disguise. But as far as uncharted goes, how about this: I am slowly weaning myself off of psych medication - hopefully permanently - because I’ve been on antidepressants since the day I could think for myself (age 13-ish) and I’m DYING to know what kind of person I would be without them. I even believe they are the CAUSE of my anxiety (that plus all the societal/political chaos in recent years).
Not to mention, I miss my CREATIVE side, which has been suppressed for TOO MANY YEARS.
Can you believe there was a time when I could draw and write?! It feels like an ancient dream…
Good Morning Kryssi,
To answer your question, yes, I could believe there was a time when you could draw and write; I don’t think it ever left. From your adorable picture to your funny, clever, compassionate and thoughtful observations, anyone would know that you are not only extremely well-informed for a person of your age, but a creative soul as well.
I don’t know why you have been on antidepressants for all these years, but my hope for you is that, if weaning yourself off of your medication is the right step for you, that you do it slowly and safely, which you already said. I’m sorry you’ve had to go through so much pain in your short life, honey, but I’m betting on you.
P.S. Don’t take offense to the “honey” endearment, I’m just feeling extra maternal this morning. It’s my daughter’s 25th birthday, and I’m waiting to give her a kiss at 7:12 am (birth moment!) Oh, God, I just saw an episode like that on “Everybody Loves Raymond”. But no, I’m not as nutty as his mother. I mean, my kid’s in the other room; it’s not like I would drive to her place and swoop down on her unannouced, would I?
Have a lovely Monday, Kryssi.
Aww, thank you for the compliments! (I am in love with your avatar pic.)
Honestly? I don’t know why I’ve been on antidepressants for all these years either. All I remember was having issues with severe insomnia in 8th grade, next thing I know I’m in a “doctor’s” office being asked if I think about suicide. Of course I think about suicide; who doesn’t?! That doesn’t mean it’s on my To Do list. Then of course, once the bastard learned that my father had died a couple years before, THAT WAS ALL THEY NEEDED. Before I knew it, I was given pills that would “help me sleep”.
Those sleeping pills turned out to be a very strong antidepressant called Remeron that I have been so physically dependent on over the years, that once I realized what was going on, it was too late to quit.
Every three years or so, I try weaning off it (SLOWLY, AS DIRECTED), and end up making myself ill. This time, I am tapering over a TWO-YEAR span. If that doesn’t work….I f**king quit, man.
All I can say is that this has been, at the very least, a learning experience. I have strongly advocated against the use of psych meds on children (in general as well, but ESPECIALLY on children). Unless your child is straight-up having conversations with people who are not there, there is no need to give them dangerous, mind-altering drugs while their brains are STILL IN DEVELOPMENT. The side affects tend to be worse than the so-called symptoms. And before you know it, you’re medicating their medications. Take your children to behavioral counselors/psychologists. Psychiatrists, on the other hand, KEEP AWAY. Those people are not doctors; they are pill-pushers.
GET YOUR KIDS OFF PROZAC

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