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brightbluegirlWell, things are a little rocky right now, and I'm just trying to keep my bhunny happy as possible, cuz I love him, and shit stinks.
Last night was ok. I called my brother, who spent an hour boasting about how smart he is, and complaining about his hypochondria and his anxiety. When I suggested he go to a doctor (which is a big deal, because I believe in self-diagnosing and self-treating), he said he wouldn't go because they're all stupid and don't know more than he does. And as much as I agree that a doctor does not immediately have authority, it really pissed me off to hear that, because there ARE good doctors out there, and you CAN get information from them, because they DID, after all, go through several years of school and they do have reference materials available.
*sigh*
And then I suggested he see a counsellor, about his anxiety, and he said the same sorts of things, along with "I should be able to figure this out myself!" and so I asked him if he thinks I'm intelligent (yes), and introspective (yes), and the sort of person to figure things out on my own (yes), and then I reminded him that I went to a counsellor when I was in University, and I went for 6 months, and I found it very helpful, because my counsellor had knowledge I didn't have, and was able to teach me new ways to look at things, and new paths to tread, so that I could delve even deeper on my own, and get even farther with it on my own.
I firmly believe that counselling is a very useful tool - if you can find a counsellor that you mesh well with.
Anyway, surprisingly enough, given his propensity to be egotistical and yet eager to complain but not FIX any problems, right now, he actually said he'd check it out and see about the campus counsellors at school, and thanked me for the suggestion and the information.
We'll see how that goes. I really hope he goes forward with it, because he's having crazy anxiety about the end of the world, and I really think he could get a lot out of this experience.
I had a bath, and felt really bad about myself for a while, and then started feeling my strengths, and actually Andrew taped me talking about my natural power and what it is and how to access it - a very interesting explosion that came out of me.
And then we went to bed.
I had some sucky dreams. I dreamed I had an abusive boyfriend who put his cigarettes out on my hip, and pulled my hair, and threatened me because I was talking to my friend. (The dream did go on to me getting some friends together to get some revenge on him)
I had another dream that I found out I had two children, one 4 1/2, one 2 1/2, and that the 2 1/2 year old existed because someone raped me while I was in a coma, and I bore the child in the coma as well, and the rapist took the child away. Once I found out about the child, I set up a meeting with the child, and it was very unsatisfactory - the child had already been taught so much negativity by it's father.
So yeah. Not pleasant.
Andrew dreamed of eating mouse innards.
We're meeting after work today, and we're going to go to the library and then somewhere for dinner. We have a ton of food (including 12 mangos, yummy!) at home, but I just want to do something nice for the bhun-meister.
Last night was ok. I called my brother, who spent an hour boasting about how smart he is, and complaining about his hypochondria and his anxiety. When I suggested he go to a doctor (which is a big deal, because I believe in self-diagnosing and self-treating), he said he wouldn't go because they're all stupid and don't know more than he does. And as much as I agree that a doctor does not immediately have authority, it really pissed me off to hear that, because there ARE good doctors out there, and you CAN get information from them, because they DID, after all, go through several years of school and they do have reference materials available.
*sigh*
And then I suggested he see a counsellor, about his anxiety, and he said the same sorts of things, along with "I should be able to figure this out myself!" and so I asked him if he thinks I'm intelligent (yes), and introspective (yes), and the sort of person to figure things out on my own (yes), and then I reminded him that I went to a counsellor when I was in University, and I went for 6 months, and I found it very helpful, because my counsellor had knowledge I didn't have, and was able to teach me new ways to look at things, and new paths to tread, so that I could delve even deeper on my own, and get even farther with it on my own.
I firmly believe that counselling is a very useful tool - if you can find a counsellor that you mesh well with.
Anyway, surprisingly enough, given his propensity to be egotistical and yet eager to complain but not FIX any problems, right now, he actually said he'd check it out and see about the campus counsellors at school, and thanked me for the suggestion and the information.
We'll see how that goes. I really hope he goes forward with it, because he's having crazy anxiety about the end of the world, and I really think he could get a lot out of this experience.
I had a bath, and felt really bad about myself for a while, and then started feeling my strengths, and actually Andrew taped me talking about my natural power and what it is and how to access it - a very interesting explosion that came out of me.
And then we went to bed.
I had some sucky dreams. I dreamed I had an abusive boyfriend who put his cigarettes out on my hip, and pulled my hair, and threatened me because I was talking to my friend. (The dream did go on to me getting some friends together to get some revenge on him)
I had another dream that I found out I had two children, one 4 1/2, one 2 1/2, and that the 2 1/2 year old existed because someone raped me while I was in a coma, and I bore the child in the coma as well, and the rapist took the child away. Once I found out about the child, I set up a meeting with the child, and it was very unsatisfactory - the child had already been taught so much negativity by it's father.
So yeah. Not pleasant.
Andrew dreamed of eating mouse innards.
We're meeting after work today, and we're going to go to the library and then somewhere for dinner. We have a ton of food (including 12 mangos, yummy!) at home, but I just want to do something nice for the bhun-meister.
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Date: 2004-03-19 10:56 am (UTC)and these books are fantastic:
Feeling Good : The New Mood Therapy
by David D. Burns
This one focuses on depression, but everything is directly transferable to anxiety.
Mind Over Mood: Change How You Feel by Changing the Way You Think
by Dennis Greenberger, Christine Padesky
This is a workbook that changed my life.
I resisted medication for years, but after my dad passed away i was a mess and started taking paxil. people have very mixed reviews about it but, for me, it literally changed my life. i have not had an anxiety attack since taking paxil.
there is no reason to suffer the debilitating effects of anxiety...seriously, i truly suffered for a good portion of my life and wasted so much energy. hope this helps your brother out. good luck.
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Date: 2004-03-19 11:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-03-19 11:35 am (UTC)Therapy helps, enormously. The thing is, he doesn't have to do anything he doesn't want to, just because he sees someone doesn't mean he has to take their advice, he can see what people have to offer in the way of therapy and then make his own decisions.
I hope he takes your advice.