Concerns on Acute Depression

Strange how life unfolds

Social media posts paint glorious pictures

People’s days, months, and years happiness

Wow – how fortunate their lives be drama free

And then . . .

There are others who speak the truth – reality

Sadness, daily struggles even need for assistance

Illnesses, losses, days void of socialization, sheer loneliness

Either/or . . .

A reader’s choice to bypass or read, like and comment

Some choose to scroll past, others lament a response

Leaves a contributor food for thought exact share and write

Blogging hiatus

Springtime journey May through August appears

Count blog posts low several whys happens each year

Not lack of topics rather hand of cards life dealt try ignore

A good start . . .

Restart weight-loss program and walking regimen

Occasional stops picture taking architecture ‘n flowers

Back home pics be slideshow edited for Aesthetic videos

And then it happened . . .

The heat, the rain, the high humidity

Unknown reason return pain previous back injury

Life’s positive improvement shutdown in a few minutes

Sinking feeling . . .

When is enough, enough – when does person’s strength wane

Question self if finally coming unglued decade words fix nothing

Alone again face ‘n combat depression and certain not complain

Why?

Found through the years folks on scene when all is well

Same ones flee when person’s life takes a road becomes tough

Minimal show of compassion – lack of empathy – narcissists’ world now.








National French Fries Day – July 13th

Oh dear, I missed the celebration!

I have to admit that it’s difficult to keep up with the times.

Why?

Most calendar days are ‘special’ for something only all are not

considered federal or state holidays.

Today I learned a bunch of fun facts about one of my favorite

fast food items, ‘French fries’.

Although by the nationality name before the ‘fries’ one might

assume their origination was French, their existence was traced

back to the 17th century in Belgium.

They actually were substitutes in the Belgium diet during winter

months for fried fish which was unavailable.

From Europe their popularity spread worldwide.

I wonder why this special day doesn’t claim title ‘International

French Fries Day’.

Today’s most popular fast food item was introduced to the

United States by President Thomas Jefferson.

Americans consume 30 pounds of potatoes per person per year.

(twenty-five percent ‘25%’ made into French fries).

They are served with burgers, hot dogs, chicken sandwiches, subs, etc.

Usually fried although sometimes baked different countries refer to

them via distinct names.

US = French fries

French call them ‘pomme frites’.

Belgium = Belgium fries

UK one should ask for an order of ‘Chips’.

Spain refers to them as ‘patatas fritas’.

Some countries call fries ‘finger chips’.

Served with the usual ketchup, salt and vinegar is how I prefer

to enjoy my French fries.

Although the designated day to celebrate French fries has

passed, it’s never too late to indulge in one’s favorite fast food.

Three Day Streak

A new notification ‘never’ seen before . . . . .

Alerted me to the fact I’d posted ‘three’ days in a row.

It’s interesting how all branches of social media keep tabs on you.

We leave a lengthy path of what we do and where we go now fully aware thereof.

I see memories on Facebook of pictures and quotes posted ten plus years ago.

The messenger app when reinstalled surprised me with archived personal and group chats.

History has taken on a brand-new meaning with regard to personal privacy (non-exist).

Google oneself and you’d be quite surprised at the results as all hyperlinks

don’t actually contain truth results.

Who knew the internet would become such a huge filing cabinet when

officially introduced on January 1, 1983.

Word of the Day: Telephone

Time changes.

Either we adapt or we fall behind.

Technology is constantly changing which requires learning the new stuff.

Today cell phones are everywhere – rings and dings for older folk a nightmare.

I sure wish I could turn back time and carry on a conversation without interruptions.

What happened to actual human interaction? Why is everyday life now complicated?

Questions. questions and more questions.

Gone are the days we could sit quietly with our princess phone or prepare our meals

while chatting with a friend thanks to an extra-long phone cord attached to our

wall phone.

Today we carry around our phones. They are onboard everywhere we choose to visit.

Unless we shut them off, there is little peace from them and all those unwanted

incoming texts, calls and voicemails not to mention the monthly bill.

Besides the annoyances described above is the actual panic when one can’t locate

their phone.

It’s near impossible if turned off and of course there’s the issue with battery drain.

I realize many folk from younger generations don’t share these views with regard

to telephones.

Would they change their minds? Doubtful.

One wish I can never has is to turn back time. I can remember though the days

when life was simple and we didn’t live in fear of answering our telephone(s).

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2021/07/13/telephone/







A New Way of Thinking

If the mountain seems too big today
then climb a hill instead

If the morning brings you sadness
it’s okay to stay in bed

If the day ahead weighs heavy
and your plans feel like a curse

There’s no shame in rearranging
don’t make yourself feel worse

If a shower stings like needles
and a bath feels like you’ll drown

If you haven’t washed your hair for days
don’t throw away your crown

A day is not a lifetime
a rest is not defeat

Don’t think of it as failure
just a quiet, kind retreat

It’s okay to take a moment
from an anxious, fractured mind

The world will not stop turning
while you get realigned

The mountain will still be there
when you want to try again

You can climb it in your own time
just LOVE yourself until then.

~ Author Unknown

How to Handle Stress in Healthy Ways

When you’re feeling anxious (my case when not) a good idea is to take a time-out.

I’m not exactly certain to what extent this thought will affect me in coming days;

however, I feel the need to try something different.

In with the new – out with the old.

This week I spoke at length long-distance with my oldest granddaughter.

She hasn’t had an easy life since her Mother (my daughter) departed from Earth.

The month of June is tough for us as we experience an array of emotions unknown

and foreign to those who’ve never lost a parent or a child.

An interesting comment she made to me was in regard to ‘positivity toxicity’.

Here for years I’ve been reading self-help books and trying to understand people’s

actions and in the end feeling a bit numb.

Could it be possible that too much of a good thing isn’t exactly the most healthiest

ingredient?

I thought about her words.

Too much sodium isn’t good for high blood pressure patients; too much sugar isn’t

wise for a diabetic.

And I’m beginning to reflect on the possibility that trying to hard, caring too much,

reading and listening to comforting words does little to curb what I’ve been

experiencing on the inside these past years.

Words – words – words!!

Then I Googled ‘Toxic Positivity’ and found that ‘yes’ there is such a belief.

Defined as: an obsession with positive thinking, people should place a positive

spin on all experiences — even those profoundly tragic.

Wow – what an absurd thought pattern.

Can You Hear Me Now??

I don’t think I’ve been so frustrated as I am with today’s technology!!!!

You take a few days or weeks hiatus and you come back faced with quite

the challenge.

Wait a moment add an ‘s’ and make challenge plural CHALLENGES!!

All set to write I took a picture on my cell phone of a Sony Digital Voice

Recorder.

Yeah, today I don’t have to search for a picture. WRONG!!

Fine next idea try and find one by utilizing the search – HA, HA, HA!!

Exact four words ‘Sony Digital Voice Recorder’ and up pops captures of

every item possible ‘other‘ than a recorder.

Wow, look at those cell phones, selfie rings, keyboards, digital tapes,

microphones, etc.

Somehow I managed to brave this disappointing journey and ‘NOT‘ scream

out loud.

Who needs this stress??

Frustrated as a word I refrain from typing, I’ll finish up and leave this place.

I need to go for a walk before I open up the box containing said recorder.

Quick view – conclusion likelihood of more frustration ahead a ‘nine out

of tenfor the afternoon.

Do manufacturers of tech do this on purpose? I wonder if they’re in

cahoots with optometrists.

The wording is so small one needs a powerful magnifying glass.

Imagine I typed a ‘vent’ post without uttering a single word.

Somehow I practiced self-control therefore ‘NO‘ you didn’t hear me scream.

Two of Everything – Wonderful NOT

Dare I scream out loud

Let my inner feelings be heard

Imagine today’s built-up frustration

PC files numerical count doubled

Weekly virus scan stated no threats

Another problem – one didn’t create

Certainly wish could both sides dollars add

Similar way PC totaled pictures and documents

Chuckled memory day youngest daughter stated

Disclosed savings amount to me, a full-time bookkeeper

Funny nostalgic moment – doubled stash reveal her dual sides addition

Past Tired of Negatives

A few weeks ago I made a promise to myself to write ‘positive’ posts as people

either enjoy drama, disagree or flee from the follower count community.

I even gave my new project a title ‘Tapestry of My Life’ and then as usual

since walking from a relationship that drained my savings account ‘problems.

Perhaps in 2010 I wasn’t thinking thru the impulsive move that would soon

find me face-to-face with unbelievable dire effects void of actual solutions and

assistance.

Eleven years together and now we were arguing on a daily basis.

I wanted to escape.

I wanted to secure a residence.

The downfall in the economic situation led to my long term partner’s

sudden unemployment.

Our home was headed for foreclosure.

He frowned on working more local for one half his salary.

Although I understood the principle behind his thinking pattern, I had

no clue he was suffering from depression.

Rather I attributed his actions or inaction to lack of common sense as

to me some income was better than none.

I moved alright – from the frying pan into the fire!

Sadly, I regret the only impulsive decision I ever made (if correct) in

my entire life.

There’s a lesson here: “Give plenty of thought to what’s happening around

you, the future down the road and those who claim they’ll be there for you.”

I accessed my blog earlier to 1. participate in a prompt challenge and 2. to

share about when, how, with whom I started my ‘creative’ journey only my

thoughts took a 360 degree turn when noises arose from my kitchen sink.

No forewarning, no notifications of scheduled maintenance – basically no

clues unless one contacts the office with questions.

The downside of tenancy in an apartment complex from which the

likelihood of securing future residence appears to be next to nil at this time..

Tapestry of My Life

“When one door closes, another opens.” ~ Alexander Graham Bell

Too often we focus on the sordid trodden path and sadly fail to


seek other opportunities at which we may per chance
become

successful.

Over the weekend a fellow blogger shared a post on the reasons

some blogs fail while others flourish.

I printed his post out and reflected on it.

The realization hit me. I needed to take a brand new

route, devise a plan with a fresh outlook and content.

What in life makes you happy? What puts a smile on your face?

And so with time ‘The Tapestry of My Life’ will evolve reminiscing

years of textile art, several crafts woven, referenced by the world

as ‘tapestry’.

I shall try to refrain from those warped threads hidden in the work.