This week Julie Krupp of Enhanced Perspective, a blog that I find uplifting, inspiring, and positive for the heart, mind, and soul, shared with me a link to her Sunshine Blogger Award Nomination post. To my total surprise, Speak To The Brain is among the many other amazing blogs she has chosen as her list of nominees!
A HUGE Thank You to Julie Krupp- Enhanced Perspective , not only for this awesome nomination, but also for being one of the fantastic brains that reads my blog.
I am totally excited to receive a nomination; however, to be a bit honest, I had no idea what the Sunshine Blogger Award was all about until I did a little research (stuff I do best). It turns out, it’s pretty cool and sounds like a lot of fun:
The Sunshine Blogger award is given by bloggers to bloggers who inspire positivity and creativity in the blogging community.
The rules are:
1. What is the best present you ever received?
2. What are three small sources of joy for you?
3. Where is the last place you traveled and why?
4. Where is your dream vacation?
5. What did you want to be when you were little?
6. When did you feel that what you said or what you did really resonated with your soul?
7. What are you afraid of or what fear have you overcome?
8. What is one of your favorite books?
9. What is your favorite type of cuisine?
10. What is one of your favorite songs?
11. What is one of your favorite movies?
Okay, I don’t have exactly 11 nominees, but these are great reads. I enjoy following them. Each one of them has a spark of positivity and creativity. This list of bloggers often brighten my day, as it is a mix of everything I enjoy from creative photography and art to positive mental health and psychology.
What good is a blog about overcoming the suffering of OCD, if there is no straight-to-the-point information about overcoming the suffering of OCD?
Available now, in the menu to the right, is a new tab: Overcoming OCD: A Theory.
This page contains a personal theory of mine about Obsessive Compulsive Disorder and thoughts on how I believe one can overcome the suffering of OCD.
Please feel free to check it out. Comments always welcome.
This Memorial Day weekend, I took my girls to Sea World…all by myself. You would think my OCD brain would have been on fire with anxiety. Surprisingly, I was okay. It wasn’t as stressful as I thought it would be; plus, I wasn’t the only brave (insane) parent who decided to bring their kids to a crowded amusement park all by themselves. Sure, I was a bit anxious (who wouldn’t be), but having fun and making memories with my kids was way more important than getting stuck on a worrying-spree. I tell ya, my OCD brain didn’t know how to handle that, and thus, I got the weirdest, most ridiculous, silliest OCD episode EVER, about whale poo!
I rarely “suffer” from OCD anymore. I have OCD, so what I mean is that the intrusive thoughts and feelings from my OCD rarely ever cause me emotional “distress” anymore.
For me, my OCD is just there. OCD is just something my brain does and I have accepted the fact that there is nothing I can do about the wiring of my OCD brain; however, I do have full-control on how I respond to my OCD.
Being able to recognize when my brain is “OCD-ing,” gives me better control over how I respond to OCD and thus, reduces the emotional distress caused by my OCD. With lots (LOTS) of cognitive practice, I have learned how to let my OCD thoughts go, laugh at them even, and do my very best to move on with my life. Of course, there are some OCD thoughts and feelings that are more difficult to let go than others, but in the back of my mind, I understand all my OCD episodes are triggered by real sources of anxiety, in which my OCD brain misinterprets, and holds on to by strong emotions. In this particular case, I recognize the real source of my anxiety to be my kids. I was anxious about the crowds and worried about how my kids were going to do at the park. Understanding the real source of anxiety also gives me control over my OCD.
Allowing OCD thoughts and feelings to just flow, is an interesting experience. It is almost like watching a suspenseful action-adventure movie, where you are on the edge of your seat, with your heart-pumping with adrenaline, excited for the next scene, but you have no worries at all, because that is totally not you in the movie being chased by bad guys or something (simply not your problem-kind of feeling). When I am aware of an OCD episode, my OCD thoughts and feelings kind of just play in the background. It’s really quite an interesting experience.
I love the ocean! In high-school, I studied Marine Biology and I was set on becoming a Marine biologist; sadly, there just isn’t much marine life in a hot, dusty, and dry desert. I did have the opportunity to learn to scuba-dive in a swimming pool, but I never finished my certification due to having Asthma. My marine biology dream bubble was kind of busted by my physician who is a retired Navy physician. He kindly explained to me that divers with Asthma are at high risk of collapsing their lungs due to the high pressures underwater. Unfortunately, asthmatics often suffer from the “Bends” aka “decompression sickness,” more often than non-asthmatics. So, the closest I am going to get to deep-sea marine life is in an Aquarium.
How dare I bring my kids to Sea World, haven’t I ever seen Blackfish?
Yes, I have! “Blackfish” is a very heart-breaking, eye-opening, documentary about the Sea World Amusement Parks and their alleged mistreatment of their Killer Whales (Orcas). And, yes, I am very angry at Sea World!
Honestly, I find it extremely inhumane to keep not only one, but several massively large marine creatures in a large swimming pool. It is especially wrong, considering that each Sea-World park has a man-made lake for their water-skiing / boat shows that is 1000 times bigger than their Orca habitats. Seriously, I would expect the Orca and dolphin habitats to be as big or even bigger as their man-made lake. Basically, I just think captive Orca and dolphins deserve acreage in their tanks not square-feet.
So, why take my kids to Sea World? Well, for the experience and to also learn about ocean conservation. Sea World, I must give them that, has a decent ocean conservation program. Although they teach the public about how to protect marine life in the wild, their undesirable captivity program (animals in the park) kind of makes me want to protect marine life even more in the wild; especially, if it could result in keeping animals in the wild instead of having to end up in captivity for rehabilitation or even for entertainment purposes. Just a thought.
To be honest, I had no intention on dragging my kids to any Sea World shows. When I was a kid, the trainers swam with the Orcas, in which was super fun to watch; however, due to tragic incidents where Orcas have attacked and drown trainers, trainers no longer swim with the Orca (highly understandably). Unfortunately, the Orcas rarely do anything during the shows anymore. Spoiler Alert: The entire show is sitting in front of a large tank listening to trainers recite Orca facts. The Orca jump out of the water maybe once or twice during the entire show and at the end, they splash the audience.
My oldest was intent on seeing a whale, so, of course, I was going to make sure she saw a whale (mommy reflex). BTW, Orcas are not technically whales, so I should have taken her to see the Beluga Whale instead, but that is a debate for when she is much older. I have learned to never argue with a preschooler!
When we arrived in the Orca stadium, my youngest dragged us all the way to the bottom (Splash Zone) to watch the Orca circle the tank. They circled around the tank like sharks. Although sad, they were still magnificent creatures to look at. Anyway, as one swam by us, it pooped. It was super gross!
We watched the entire show and at the end, we got splashed by 3 large Orca’s! OMG, it was a lot of water! A lot of cold, super salty, and in the back of my mind, poopie water! My OCD brain was totally focused on the whale we saw poop in the water before the show. That was just one Orca…there were 3 Orca’s in that tank! That means, there were 3 large pooping Orca’s in that tank, splashing their toilet water all over us!
Before I saw the Orca poop in the water, my brain was content with the ignorant idea that Orca just don’t poop where they swim. It’s just something I never really thought about before. It didn’t ruin my day or anything, but the thought did linger in the back of my mind all the way home.
I thought about our drenched clothes, covered in Orca toilet water, have now contaminated the car seats. Then, when we got home, we all went to bed without showers, because it was late and we were all exhausted! I had a lingering thought that now our beds were contaminated with whale poo too!
I did have the compulsive need to wash everything as soon as possible, but, I didn’t, I was too tired to worry about whale poo. We had to just live with it and surprisingly to my OCD brain, we survived without having to scrub everything clean. Although we all took showers the next day, the clothes are still in the dirty laundry waiting for their turn to get washed. The car seats need to be washed too, but not because I fear they are contaminated with whale poo, but mostly because they smell extremely salty. 3.5% salinity, to be exact. Wow, I actually remember something from high-school. 🙂
So, that was my weirdest, most ridiculous, silliest OCD episode EVER! If anything, it has taught me to think twice before sitting in the Splash Zone ever again. 🙂
Do you have any weird OCD stories, please feel free to share with us!
Around 4am this morning, I had an epiphany. Apparently, a large glass of caffeinated ice-tea will certainly wake up the brain cells and get the hamster wheel going in my brain…
Anyway, with a lot of thought, A LOT of thought, I decided it was best for my blog (and for me, to become a better blogger) that I try to focus on just 1 simple mental health topic for my blog. With much consideration, I have ultimately decided to focus more on OCD (Obsessive Compulsive Disorder); instead of trying to write about every mental health experience I personally encounter everyday.
Although I plan to provide more content about OCD, I will still continue to sprinkle my blog (every so often) with content about my husband’s fascinating Asperger’s brain, the mental health challenges of being a busy mom, a parent of a micro-preemie, and a step-parent, as well as, discussing other fascinating mental-health experiences; however, just not quite as often as I would like nor perhaps how often my amazing readers expected…sorry.
BUT, I shall certainly continue to do my very best to provide positive encouragement to all of those who have embarked on their own mental-health journey, regardless what mental health journey they are on. Everyone’s mental health matters!
An enormous THANK YOU to all the amazing brains who have read, commented, and shared my blog! An even greater THANK YOU to all those following my blog!
I hope everyone has an amazing weekend!
As a former biology student with no accomplished doctoral degree, I understand I am not a doctor. I am just a nerd whose “Miss-Know-It-All” opinions should be kept to herself; but there have been some moments, in a doctors office, when one of my unkempt bushy eyebrows slowly rise above the other, transforming my facial expression into a questioning look, thinking to myself, “I bet this person averaged a C+ in med-school.”
I do trust doctors. I, just like so many other people on this planet, have to have faith that doctors knows what they are doing. After all, our health is totally in their hands; well, some of it at least, for that we do carry a good portion of self-responsibility when it comes to keeping our own bodies healthy.
However, when our bodies do fall ill, we have to trust that our doctor will accurately diagnose our health problem(s) by looking at an array of crazy different symptoms, which often mimic a zillion-and-one other health problems. We have to trust that they will perform the appropriate tests to come to a single accurate diagnosis. We also have to trust that they will provide us with an effective treatment plan. Quality healthcare isn’t just about accuracy, but also about communication, positive attitudes, and compassion.
Although I have high-standards (I admit) for healthcare, I am not expecting perfection. Seriously, I understand the job can be extremely stressful. I volunteered once at a hospital; a bag of pee (urine) exploded on me and I now have a whole new appreciation for those working in the medical field, especially nurses. Healthcare providers endure long hours, in a fast-pace, better-know-your-stuff, demanding, type of work environment with angry, ill, not always the most pleasant kind of patients. It totally makes it difficult to provide astounding quality care when you are having to work under those types of conditions.
In my opinion, I believe it’s the dedicated healthcare providers, who aren’t just there for a paycheck, that provide the best quality of care to patients. Even the sour apples (moody healthcare providers) who are just, understandably, burnt out, can often times still provide quality healthcare to their patients.
Unfortunately, there are some healthcare providers (hopefully not a lot them) who seem to treat patients as if they are just an inconvenient problem sliding through a ticket queue, expressing little to no compassion, with the intent to just collect a paycheck. Have you ever encountered a healthcare provider like that? Not quite the comforting experience you want when you feel like crap, right?
Then again, there are healthcare providers who absolutely try to do their very best to provide quality healthcare, yet unfortunately, mistakes still do happen, because lets be honest, nobody is perfect…
As I mentioned in a previous post, I am worried about my mom. I am worried about her health and I am also worry that she is not receiving the best quality of healthcare.
As a short recap, my mom has been really sick. She felt as if her health had been declining; feeling weaker and weaker everyday. Everyone is afraid of the ugly “C” word; however, according to my mom, doctors now think it might just be her Diabetes causing all the issues.
Well, I guess after being told it might be her Diabetes on the fritz, she made an executive decision on her own (not doctor approved) to stop her insulin injections (a potentially dangerous decision that should never be made without doctor approval). However, my mom is now telling us that she feels so much better since nixing the insulin.
Personally, I can’t help but wonder if perhaps she was experiencing an overdose of insulin; in which is also SUPER dangerous! So, yeah, my hair is a bit frizzled in anger, because let me share with you the events that lead up to my mom’s (reckless, yet probably life-saving) decision to stop insulin injections…
Earlier this year, my mom’s doctor started her on insulin. However, the physician assistant (P.A.) poorly demonstrated how to properly administer the injections, insisting that the protective cap, covering the needle on the injector pen, is not to be removed. My mom says she was a bit confused, because she couldn’t understand how the injection was going to work without removing the cap from the needle; however, the physician assistant continued to insist the cap is not to be removed, otherwise she would not get the needed dose amount, because it will leak without the cap. So, my mom did as instructed (despite the massive bruising it was causing- horrible, I saw it). Anyway, turns out, the first 2-3 months of starting insulin injections, my mom was not getting any insulin at all!
I wonder if the physician assistant, perhaps (giving them the benefit of the doubt), thought the protective cap was more like a protective “guard” in which the injection needle protrudes through the guard once the injector is pressed into the body (some do that). Unfortunately, the physician assistant’s mistake may have possibly done some damage, for that the doctor later increased the dosage of insulin due to the fact there was little to no change in blood sugars. Nobody ever questioned whether or not the injections were being administered properly.
At this point, not realizing she is not getting insulin from the insulin injector, my mom decided to work harder to try to maintain her blood sugars on her own by changing up her diet. In her mind, perhaps the insulin was actually working, but her diet was making it difficult for the insulin to do its job. So, she gained control of her blood sugars, but she was under the impression it was the insulin injections (not her diet).
Then, one day, the local pharmacist recognized there was a problem with the way my mom was administering her insulin injections. The pharmacist informed my mom that the brand of insulin injectors she was using does require the protective cap to be removed to properly administer insulin into the body. My mom was shocked, embarrassed, and furious (who wouldn’t be)!
Ever since my mom started taking insulin (actually getting insulin from her injector pen), she has been getting sicker and sicker. Instead of investigating the root problem, her doctors were only treating the symptoms. It was only about a week ago, my mom had this realization that her health problems had started shortly after learning how to properly administer insulin with the insulin injector. Therefore, she wondered if maybe her health problems have something to do with the insulin. The only way to find out, she figured, is to stop the insulin injections all together and see what happens (Again, not something you should do without doctor approval-ever).
Because my mom is not a doctor, she didn’t know that injecting insulin into her body when she had her blood sugars under control could be potentially dangerous. If the blood sugars are under control without the need for additional insulin, adding more insulin into the body could cause severe health issues. This could be (I am not a doctor, either) the reason she has been so sick, especially, if the earlier increased insulin dose was not lowered after realizing the injector was not administering insulin at all. Furthermore, it is also equally dangerous to stop insulin all together without the approval and oversight of a doctor; for that, insulin, at a lower dosage, may still be needed.
Had the physician assistant properly demonstrated how to appropriately administer insulin with that specific type of insulin injector, months of feeling ill could have been prevented. How many other patients are going without insulin due to this one tiny misinformed mistake? Also, the fault doesn’t entirely rest on the shoulders of the PA, but also the doctor who authorized an increase in insulin without questioning whether or not the patient was properly administering their insulin in the first place. Furthermore, in the grand scheme of all things going on with my mom’s health, I can understand why it took so long to figure this out. Unfortunately, I still fear the extra insulin could have caused further damage to her health.
All we can do now, is to move forward. According to my mom, her blood sugars are still a bit “wonky,” but I think that is a expected, especially, after months of chaos with different doses of insulin. Fortunately, my mom has finally agreed to change doctors! (YAY!!) She has only been off insulin for a week and has an appointment soon with her new doctor, so it’s not like she is going to go months without insulin leaving her Diabetes unchecked or anything. She just wanted to give it a try, to see if she feels better without it and fortunately for her, she does feel better! Again, it was a reckless, yet probably life-saving decision to make without a doctor’s approval.
Well, that is one hurdle we barely managed to leap over; however, we are still waiting back on a lot more tests before determining my mom’s overall health status. One day at a time, right? But for right now, I am just so glad that my mom is feeling much better. You can hear it in her voice again! ❤
I used to think mindful walking meant “watching” your step. Like, the delicate art of dodging sneaky fixed-light poles, jumping over Grand Canyon size pot holes, avoiding embarrassing trips over large cracks in the sidewalk, and trying not to invade personal space bubbles of others walking around you, including getting tangled up with animal friends on long leashes. Makes sense, right? Walking in general, kind of requires some level of mindfulness. How much more mindful should we be?
Well…walking mindfully, is so much more than just watching your step and being aware of your surroundings (calm down secret Ninja). Mindful walking is enjoying your surroundings, feeling the moment, and engaging in all your senses. Although it sounds complicated, like rubbing your tummy and patting your head at the same time, I assure you, it’s actually very easy.
We don’t have to actively think about moving our feet to walk, (left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot), we kind of just do it automatically. Sometimes to the point, we can end up at the refrigerator without even realizing it, browsing mindlessly into an open refrigerator not even sure if we have a hungry tummy. Our feet take us on all sorts of trips, but rarely do we remember any part of the trip. Seriously, walking in the parking lot from your car to the grocery store; do you ever remember specifics to your surroundings?
When our bodies are in this normal automatic (zombie) mode, our Fight or Flight Response System is directing our senses, not us, mostly because we are too busy thinking about other things. I know while I am walking to the grocery store from my car, the only thing on my mind is a shopping list. This is why we rarely remember any specifics from point A to point B, such as how many people were in the parking lot, particular smells, the color of parked cars, a penny on the ground, or any trees or flowers in the parking lot; well, unless you parked next to a tree, then of course, you have to remember that tree.
My point is, we do see all of these things, but we rarely pay attention to any of it, unless it sparks an interest, like a unique rainbow colored car with unicorn horns or things that pose a danger to us, like a vehicle backing out of a parking space in front of us or the smell of gasoline. We are semi-aware of our surroundings; but our Fight or Flight Response System is doing majority of the work when we don’t walk mindfully, because its mission is to keep us safe while our mind focuses on other things (like a shopping list).
The next time you go for a walk, even a short trip to the refrigerator, try to practice mindful walking.
To start, you have to get your feet moving in a desired direction, then once you are on your way, bring full-attention to your body then extend your senses outward to the world. Taking in each moment of every step as you walk from point A to point B. Bringing your full attention to one simple task, such as walking, is extremely calming and sometimes enlightening.
On longer walks, like a good exercise around the block, always start with your breath. Focus on your breath by paying close attention to its sound; notice your chest moving in and out as your breathe. Can you feel your muscles working? Once you get a good, calm, breathing rhythm, move your attention to your feet.
As you walk, you want to take notice to how your feet feel against the ground. Are you a light stepper or a heavy stepper? Are you walking fast or slow? Try to notice the heel -toe movement in walking. Can you feel any muscles working?
After your feet, pay full-attention to each body area, working your way up to your head. Move upward from your feet to your thighs, then to your hips (do they sway side to side as you walk, mine do). Then focus on your back, how is your posture as you walk? Wiggle your arms and fingers, focus on the sensations there. Finally, move up to your head where you will begin to extend your senses outward.
When you engage in all your senses while walking, the world around you becomes more vivid, clearer, and sometimes even more beautiful. That is because you begin to notice things you never noticed before.
Try to bring your full attention to each of your senses.
The point is to activate all your senses while still being mindful of your surroundings to remain safe from danger. You can enjoy your walk so much more, by taking in every moment of your journey. This is truly the art of being mindful.
Focusing on your breath and doing a toe to head body scan brings your body to a state of relaxation. However, engaging all your senses can bring a sense of gratitude. As you focus on your senses, you begin to appreciate all the new discoveries. Gratitude often leads to happiness and happiness is always a good thing. 🙂
What are your thoughts on mindful walking?