Tuesday, 14 August 2018

Anxiety

Anxiety especially too much of it, seems to be the scourge of the 21st century.

We are all anxious, well many of us are and some more than others.

Experts tell us that anxiety was an inbuilt strategy which came naturally to our forebears in times of danger, when wild beasts were attacking hunter gatherers. They call it the flight or fight response.

Experts tell us that this response or anxiety has no place in modern day society. Basically we don't need to fight off animals to survive so why should we be anxious?

We are given exercises/meditation techniques to stop the anxious thoughts, medication to calm our minds and help us sleep. To stop our anxious thoughts.

But my thinking is different and challenges these well worn assumptions and easy advice which is dished out to us in bucket loads in every daily newspaper, magazine and health programme.

What if anxiety were necessary for living in the 21st century? What if it was a valuable tool for coping with everything that the internet, social media, responsibilities, governments, national and local, wars, the terrorism threat, crowded motorways, global warming etc throws at us on a daily basis?

It's not us who should change and try to be less anxious!

It's people in authority, those who are in power, the 9% who own more wealth than the entire population, those who make decisions for us all who are responsible for our anxiety.

I am not saying as individuals we can't change society and make it a less anxious place to live in. We can! As long as we stop blaming ourselves for being anxious.

It's not us who needs to change but can we not look outside the box and forget about our anxieties and not exactly try to change the world but take small steps to effect a change?

Can you think of how this might be achieved? Or maybe you don't agree with me?

Jul xx
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Monday, 13 August 2018

What Gets You Energised?

What gets you energised?
What gets your atoms jumping?
What gets your molecules dancing?
What gets your juices flowing?
What gets your heart pumping?

I like people – occasionally. I like food. I like wine – a lot. I like stuff.

But I love ideas.

I love thoughts – new positive thoughts wrapped in endless possibilities.

And I love thoughtfulness. Thoughtfulness is the fruitfulness of good thoughts.

I love the thoughtfulness that goes into a bar of artisan Goats' Milk Soap. The small production run. The attention to detail. The recycled floral fabric that wraps each bar.

I value that. It energises me.

I love the outputs of a mind that has wrestled with the harsh realities of humanity and yet has come out positive, hopeful, pro-human, pro-future, pro-creation, pro-responsibility, pro-active.

I love a mind that whilst tormented by circumstances beyond control has managed to maintain the good humour that is within our control.

Hear some words of wit that energised me about that best of medicines for the soul: laughter.

"At the height of laughter, the universe is flung into a kaleidoscope of new possibilities." Jean Houston

"Laughter is the shortest distance between two people." Victor Borge

"Among those whom I like or admire, I can find no common denominator, but among those whom I love, I can: all of them make me laugh." W. H. Aulden

It's purely personal but...

Give me a good book.

Give me a great story.

But above all, give me a wonderful idea.

So, what shall we give you to energise you?

Lex
A Moodscope member

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Sunday, 12 August 2018

Thought For The Day

I said goodbye to my husband yesterday as he flew back to the Middle East to work. We had a month together and it was great - one of our best times and ten days in The New Forest and Dorset was relaxing. Just what we both needed.

Now I am looking to restart my routine; walking my Dachshund, getting back in touch with friends for a cuppa and a catch up. Also, starting a fitness regime - nothing too difficult - maybe a daily swim. I have a stint with my personal trainer on Thursday for 30 minutes and my stretch and balance class, although off for the summer holidays, is happening some mornings and some evenings until we get back together in September.

So I will be busy which is good. Then there is the daily challenge of Sudoku, Codeword and the daily crossword. This involves brain power and sitting down for a while which isn't so good.

So, I need to do more - except I think I'm doing enough - for now. I can build on my efforts and, if I feel up to it, do more.

One step at a time.

Ruth
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Saturday, 11 August 2018

Becoming Real

For a long time now, I've wanted to be 'me'. To know me, to be free, more confident and to be authentic – the 'REAL' me.

Over recent weeks, for a variety of reasons and experiences, I've been facing the reality of my life – without masks, no pretence, just learning to be open and honest with myself and other close, trusted friends.

Becoming authentically 'me' hasn't been pretty. I've been facing hidden, unfelt, unknown feelings, buried deep within. It's been a very painful, tender and tiring few weeks, if not months.

I wrote a poem about how dark my heart felt during this time – I then realised that it wasn't a dark, evil heart as I'd thought – it was actually a bruised, broken, lonely, hurting and betrayed heart that had laid dormant inside a dark, heavy cloak of shame for far too long.

Coming to a realisation within myself that I'm not, and never was, a bad person and that I'd done nothing 'wrong', is something that I am working through and beginning to slowly accept.

I wanted it to all be 'sorted', just like that. But, as my friend shared, to face all that pain, all at once, would be far too much to handle. It is indeed a process, and I need to wait and trust for the healing to settle in as the pain is gradually let out.

Learning to be patient, kind and loving to myself is part of that process. I'm reminded of the 'Becoming real' part of the 'Velveteen Rabbit' story by Margery Williams:

"Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you.  When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real."

"Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," the Rabbit asked, "or bit by bit?"

"It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time.  Generally by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real, you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand."

Over time, I'd thought that maybe if I did certain things, in the 'right ways' with the right people at the right time/place (counselling, friends, etc...), then I'd be healed, whole and able to be my true self.

However, the journey is not quick and it's not easy and I've not always liked it! It is and has been so very painful to really face, feel and process deep, unspoken emotions. It's floored me a few times and the pain is so real that it strongly affects my body, mind and emotions. Letting out 'old stuff' hurts.

However, in doing so, I'm starting to see that it allows me to become 'authentically' me.  It may take some time, and I may come out a bit shabby with most of my hair loved off, but that doesn't matter.  My heart will be real, alive, breathing and free.  And it doesn't matter what others think, because I'll finally be the 'REAL' me and be totally free.

Maggie Jane
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Friday, 10 August 2018

People who need people.


'Are the luckiest people in the world' (Barbra Streisand and others).

The photograph is relevant, because it started my deep involvement with people. My father converted his boyhood passion for birds into a business after the war. The exotic specimens were kept in a warm bird-room in the converted loft of our bungalow. The garden was his 'shop window'.

I did a lot of the garden from age 10 or so, and in particular I did the gardens within the aviaries, usually with a bird on my shoulder to encourage me. He also made me, no argument, deal with the customers from an early age – a favourite being Gavin Maxwell ('Ring of Bright Water'). It was his sports car, really, starting another passion with me.

Another was a Captain Clarence – very rich, I think, and an artist – he gave me a pen and ink sketch as a wedding present – when he wrote to my father he always added a sketch for me at the top of the letter – how I wish I'd kept them.

I think they felt sorry for me, Daddy being a noted eccentric and hard task-master – they treated me like a grown up, whilst tipping me for catching birds for them (or showing off the ones I had tamed).

There were many times when I was scared stiff – especially when relationships were difficult. I've just had a 'down in the dumps' lunch party – real reviver, invited and uninvited crowding into my shop. One of the stallholders is 70 today, so he had an extra boost. His wife is part real gypsy, and, I think, illiterate, with a handicapped son – I get a huge lift when she is at home with the mixture 'chez moi'. At a big party a guest said 'You know how to receive'. Very puzzling, never trained, or 'finished', so I presume the hard school with my father paid dividends.

Reading Moodscope, and knowing so many lonely people, I think modern life has a lot to answer for (not Grumpy Old Woman, or wearing rose-coloured glasses). The village community, the local bus, social evenings, even 'borrowing a cup of sugar' brought you into contact with people. You CAN still find the French 'Quartier' even in Paris.

The last few days, as my situation worsened, if somebody asked me how I was, I let fly with a good moan. Really rather ashamed, people don't really want to know how you are. I'd had a lovely visit from son and grand-son, always a bit 'triste' because we all live so far from each other. But how we talked! They went into town and talked, down to the care home and talked – luckily we all have good French.

I am surrounded by disrupted families, ALL the teenagers are sulky (teens not easy for anybody) but they have ALL been uprooted, friends, schools, clubs. It's not a town for young people, will they spend their lives glued to a screen? Or will they find they need people?

The Gardener
A Moodscope member.

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Thursday, 9 August 2018

It's not always what it looks like!

I was away recently in the UK house and dog sitting.

It was a stunning day, we were staying in a gorgeous house with an amazing garden and I was there with my boyfriend (now ex). There was a running race that ended outside the house. We were watching the runners coming in after their 10-mile run in the sweltering heat.

At the time my mind was in turmoil knowing that my relationship was coming to an end but unsure how to raise the subject and end it. My previous blog mentions this relationship and although it has been wonderful and has made me realise I am lovable and can have a relationship, it wasn't to be this one and I had to let go it.

I have spent my life thinking more about others than myself and not being true to myself.

I've managed to change this over time and I am starting to put myself first (obviously trying to account for the other). It was incredibly painful and sad to say goodbye.

To the outsider we may have looked like a carefree couple, living in a stunning location with two gorgeous dogs and the status car on the drive.

None of this was mine. Would I want it? Probably not. I am happy with my very low-profile life and knowing that I don't have to run myself into the ground to be able to afford the lifestyle associated.

I think we all have moments of the "grass being greener" but I am learning to be thankful for what I have, my family and friends and how far I have come on my recovery.

We could all wish we had acted differently, made different decisions, taken different paths, but quite frankly I'm grateful for where I am and consider it a great achievement that I am still on this wonderful earth.

Lara
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Wednesday, 8 August 2018

How to Train Your Dra– Um – Moodscope Buddy.

"Will you be my Moodscope Buddy?" a friend asked. And then, "I had a Buddy before, but they didn't really 'get' it and – well - it didn't work out."

Yes, a buddy must be chosen wisely and trained with care.

So – what is a Moodscope Buddy?

A buddy is someone you nominate, who automatically receives your Moodscope test results. You can have up to five buddies with the Lite version of Moodscope, and an unlimited number on Essential and Plus.

The advantages of having at least one good buddy are obvious. If you are having a bad day, or week, then they can take action if necessary. If they don't see a score from you for a while, they can contact you to make sure you are okay. For me, having bipolar disorder, my buddies have been essential in letting me know when I was going into one of my manias (because I rarely recognise them myself) and in telling me firmly to get myself to the GP when my score was so low they knew I was incapable of making that decision for myself.

Who should be our buddies?

Many people nominate their domestic partner as a buddy. It has certainly helped my husband know what to expect from me on certain days. Parents, children and siblings can be buddies. Sometimes it is as much for their own peace of mind as yours. Our friends and family want to know if we're okay – especially if they do not live with us, or locally enough they can just drop round to see how we are.

For some, their psychiatrist or therapist is a buddy.

I would recommend nominating at least a couple of good friends you can trust. Preferably friends who know each other, so they can consult if necessary.

And – you must train your buddies.

Everyone's scores and range of scores are different. For one person a score of 25 might be perfectly satisfactory, for another, 80 might mean they were a bit down. It is up to you to know what your own scores mean and educate your buddies accordingly.

What do you want your buddies to do if your score goes above or below a certain number? Do you want them to email, to call you, or to knock on your door? I find it is useful to agree with my buddies that they will read my score every day and that I will do the test every day. Before I was on my medication, this was vital. It was also important that I did the test every day and the most organised of my buddies had an alarm on her computer to remind her to check that she had received my score that day. If not, I got a reminder text, and then a phone call.

This might not work for you, but maybe it's a good idea to agree with your buddy how many days they should let it go before reminding you. And not all buddies do the same job. Some may use your score just as information, as does my husband; some may be more active. You need to find the right balance and that is why you may need all five, or – if you are on the Essential or Plus plan, all one hundred and five!

And – if it doesn't work out with one buddy, then it doesn't. Not everyone is cut out to be a buddy. Being a buddy is a commitment. It can be a lot of work. Many people will have neither the time or the discipline/organisation to be your buddy. It doesn't mean they are not your friend or that they don't love you; just that they are not the right person to be your buddy. Look around and see if there is someone else you feel able to trust with your scores.

You might know another Moodscope user who could be your buddy.

After all – you can be sure we do absolutely "get it".

Mary
A Moodscope member

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Tuesday, 7 August 2018

Passing on kindness

In a recent blog about the impact on children of a kind Granny, I was musing about how we pass on kindness from one generation to another. The kind words of a Primary School teacher will stay with me forever. A friend's praise for an accomplishment means such a lot. A smile in the street, reciprocated, warms my day.

Kindness costs nothing, but is of tremendous value. I was speaking to a friend who'd worked in a difficult environment for many years. On retirement, she avowed she just couldn't get over how kind people actually were. She'd been used to the dog-eats-dog situation and it had eroded her natural instinct to be kind and take this as the norm. Composite kindness, the words of this person, the deeds of another, make up the sum of my life experiences.

Another friend had paid for a train ticket for a complete stranger she'd found crying her eyes out at Euston station! "Because I had a choice, "she said: "leave her to her misery, or help her out ".

Yes, there is the reverse of the coin too. I have sometimes experienced unkindness, even cruelty, as I'm sure we all have. But I am inclined to put thoughts of the seamier part to one side today. Is this because I'm feeling positive and enthusiastic about going forward with faith and hope? Probably.

But I sincerely believe that we never get what we want by antagonising people, or by throwing our weight around in an attempt to score the point.

I see life as an opportunity to enhance in a very small way another person's day, and I do hope that doesn't sound bombastic! No Saint am I, I hasten to add! (Saint Sally doesn't sound right anyway!!). And it's not "payment by results" either : no expectation of return, but surprise and joy when it does bear fruit.

Sally
A Moodscope member.

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Monday, 6 August 2018

Tell me something...

One thing I like about moodscope is learning about different people who write the blogs and comment here. Sometimes people reveal very interesting and often moving experiences from their lives. There is so much variety from the members of Moodscope and I am always fascinated by the incredible range of life stories.

I was thinking as I always want to learn more about Moodscopers, I would like to know more about you. So can you tell me one thing  Moodscopers don't know about you. It does not have to be anything major - can be something very small or quirky or funny or unusual. Also  as we really don't know a lot about each other it should be fairly easy to find something that other Moodscopers do not know about you.

I will start.

When I was 17 I was an extra in the opera Simon Boccanegra by Verdi at the Sydney Opera House. I was one of the crying ladies.

If you have never posted before this would be a great opportunity to join in.

So anything you share will be appreciated by me and others. It could be as simple as a food you have never tasted, a place you want to visit, something you are afraid of, or something funny or embracing you did once.

I think we often focus here on our weaknesses, on serious topics so this is a chance to get to know each other better.

So let me know something about yourself that Moodscopers don't already know about you.

Leah 
A Moodscope member.

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Friday, 3 August 2018

The Blindspot...

Defined as "something that obscures vision and awareness" a blindspot can have devastating consequences. Just think of the driving blindspots that lead to so many road accidents.

But perhaps there is an even bigger blindspot right under our noses living in plain sight, but hidden. What is it that the majority of humans spend most time on in life after breathing and sleeping? Talking. Communicating is probably the most important and most common activity. And as such we often do it without thinking. But like any skill we pick up in life we tend to go on automatic pilot and try to get away with the least effort. Yet talking and listening, conversations and communicating effectively has the most profound impact on relationships and our quality of life.

Communicating is a skill and like other skills it can be improved. It sounds simple but how many of us are taught to actively listen? How many of us learn how to really understand and be understood. Being understood is a critical human need. It is a big part of our self validation and our self esteem.

The skills are not complex but make a profound difference if applied. Skills like 'listening to understand' can be the priority in a conversation, putting all else out of your mind and feeding back what you are getting. 'Checking for understanding' with the speaker by paraphrasing what you have understood. Simple steps like these can lead to empathy and co-operation.

The opportunity here is 'to improve life one conversation at a time'. Have you noticed which conversations tend to go better? Can you identify the skills which help? Do you agree that these skills can be learnt?

Best

Adrian x
The Moodscope Team

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Thursday, 2 August 2018

The Mad Half Hour

My granny used to say we had our mad half hour after dinner. She had a great sounding laugh. Whooping and chuckling, I can hear her now! After food had hit our tummies my big brother and I would often flip into daft mode and cavort around doing impressions. We would pretend to read the news in different accents and make up the daftest stories. My granny adored it. We fed off her pleasure and it drove us to do more and more and more! Fun days indeed. Sadly, no recording equipment of the time was affordable enough to us to have kept these moments as more than a memory.

Perhaps the Mad Half Hour can teach us all something in our adult life. Typically, this thing we suffer together can eat at us from the inside, drain us and bleed us dry of enthusiasm and energy. We know we're living in a technicolour time and yet we have the frustration of knowing we only have black and white monitors.

We need tools. We need tricks. We need time management. (Or we might be sucked into the abyss of avoidance.) Resting whilst ill is really important. Not over stretching ourselves is a must. Allowing ourselves to be ill can be the nib of recovery. But we must be careful that inactivity doesn't drive another demon. Procrastination and laziness. Knowing the difference is important.

Do you think you have a Mad Half Hour in you today? It's yours! If you are currently not at work, you might use it to make the bed, wash the dishes, parcel up that return, find the stamp, load the washing machine and do it against the clock so you can finish up making a cup of tea and return to where you are now. Or, if you are working and under pressure most of the day, perhaps you will use the Mad Half Hour to nourish yourself. Take 30 minutes at lunchtime to go outside, walk 10 minutes in one direction, on a timer, and ten minutes back again. You now have ten minutes left to eat something, don't share the time. I'll bet you'll be glad you took a little time out. Just. For. You.

Let me know what you do. Keep the mad half hour alive. My granny and I are waiting to hear!

Love from

The room above the garage
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Tuesday, 31 July 2018

Feeling the Pain

"He'll be coming and going," Mr Beaver says, in The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe. "One day you'll see him and another you won't. He doesn't like being tied down… Only you mustn't press him. He's wild, you know. Not like a tame lion."

My friend Raz, short for Raziel – which is not his real name but should be (look up that archangel and his powers) - is not in the least the godlike figure of Aslan. He's brilliant, touchy, focussed on his work to the exclusion of all else, unapologetically selfish with his time and a self-confessed "bastard". When he's with me, he's the most delightful company in the world – even if my poor intellect stumbles, halt and lame, several miles behind his leaping and curvetting brain. When he's somewhere else, then he will not waste his time even on common courtesies. He comes and he goes. But this time he's been gone for months, and today he cut himself off from all communication.

It hurts. It hurts a lot.

On Thursday there was a disappointment. The scales did not move when I stepped on them at the Slimming Group. I had faithfully followed the eating plan and was confident of seeing a loss. I had hoped for my 2-stone award and my sticker (how motivating is the thought of that shiny sticker). But the numbers sat exactly where they had been the week before and smirked into my fallen face.

Another worry. The head of my daughter's year at school phoned. No – she wasn't in trouble – exactly – but they were concerned...

Deep breath...

A couple of weeks ago I wrote about giving up alcohol. This struck a chord with many of you. The situations above have something in common: they all made me want to reach for the wine. The wine and the easy carbohydrates of toast and chocolate. But mostly, the wine.

The wine blocks out the pain for a while. The wine is a hug in a glass. Unlike the giver of a hug, the wine does not ask you to tell it what's wrong and then give you solutions or try to make you feel better or point out that some friends are just not worth having. The wine just numbs the pain.

For a while.

Fortunately, I now have another option. A couple of you were kind enough to form a support group with me. Instead of reaching for the wine, I sent an email. I sent an email to someone who understands. "Stay strong," they emailed back. An emailed hug. No questions, no solutions – just support.

And I realised that allowing ourselves to feel the pain, is okay.

I am still hurt by Raz's behaviour. I'm still bitterly disappointed by the scales. I am still worried and concerned for my daughter.

But trying to escape the pain is counterproductive, and causes more pain in the end.

I'll take the emailed hug. And give one back when it's needed in turn.

Mary
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Do I know you?

I have been thinking about deception recently. It started with an American documentary "The Staircase", about a domestic murder. Can you ever really know another person, do we see what we choose to see? Are there predators out there who are so convincing they deserve an Oscar?

Two people have recently said to me "I can't believe this has happened"

One woman and her siblings rallied round their father, giving him every support when his second wife died. He left when they were very young, but they forgave him, and adored his new wife. After a year of grieving he suddenly announced he was starting a new life in Africa, never having visited the place.

Within a few years numerous girlfriends, all much younger, came on the scene.

The latest one is expecting his baby, due soon. He is 83, she 25. Unable to comprehend why his children are not celebrating the news, he has changed his will, everything goes to his partner. Furthermore, he says they no longer exist, he never wants to hear from them again. He is fully compos mentis.

Another woman, married to a respected local tradesman, is reeling with shock. After 25 years of marriage, the discovery of his 3 year affair was bad enough. The other woman just happens to be her best friend from childhood, a midwife who delivered and was godmother to her babies. Both families holidayed together every year. Neither of the lovers has expressed any remorse, nor have they stayed together. All that hurt and damage, and they don't even love each other.

The husband has done work for me. I would see him, an open-faced friendly chap, collecting his kids, now teenagers, from school, giving piggybacks. We walked past him yesterday "Don't look at him" I hissed to my other half. "Oh, the sisterhood's closing ranks!" he laughed. Yes, true, but I also felt a bit cheated personally. Mr. Nice Guy Family Man who I recommended to many friends, turns out to be a love rat.

Do we project what we want to see onto people, unconsciously editing out anything that jars with our creation? Take Grieving Dad - is he simply the same selfish man who dumped his wife and kids in the past? Thinking back to times when I have been well and truly betrayed, I can see loads of clues. You invest something of yourself, whether it's money, love, loyalty, hard work. Are you really prepared to see that fall apart, or is it just easier to stifle those thoughts, cling onto the shared make-believe?

I suppose it also begs the question, do we also choose to dislike and distrust some people, never allowing positive impressions to register with us,scared we might find out something good about them?

I used to think I was a good judge of character, not any more. How about you?

Val
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Monday, 30 July 2018

3 2 1 Change

Are you content with your life at the moment? Given that we are all part of the Moodscope community, I'm hoping not! "Hoping not, Lex?" Yes, I hope we are not content. I hope we are hungry and thirsty for something better. That's what drives humans to excellence.

Of course, we know that depression usually acts as a brake on the journey to transformation, not an accelerator. Perhaps, it tries to protect us? Whatever the reasons, I want change, I'm hungry for change, I'm thirsty for change, I have an appetite for change.

But where to start?

I'm using a business technique taught to me by Paul Avins. It's so simple. You draw a triangle and you put the area you want to focus on in the middle. This needs to be a time-based action or event such as 'shopping'.

Let's suppose you've got yourself to the place where you dread going out to do the shopping. Put 'shopping' in the middle and write these three words on the three sides of the triangle: before, during, afterwards.

Your mission is to come up with ideas and ways to improve your shopping experience by changing or adjusting some of what you do before, during, and afterwards.

'Afterwards' comes easy to me, I might have a treat like having a cup of tea somewhere in town. Or, if funds are too tight for that, a sit by the pond to enjoy the ducks. 'During' - if 'people' are too much for me, I might wear my headphones and listen to some calming or uplifting music – creating a world-within-a-world, a safe-sanctuary, a Lex-bubble. 'Before' - I might go a little crazy and think about getting dressed-up to go shopping!  This would make it a special event! Changing clothes changes everything!

What you change will make a difference, but the most important factor is the act of changing something - anything. As soon as we change just one element, everything else is affected. When we change three elements – one from before, one from during, and one from after – surprisingly big positive shifts can occur.

1, 2, 3, change!

Lex
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Sunday, 29 July 2018

Do you have a story to tell?

Moodscope is currently looking for members who would like to write a blog for the Moodscope web site.

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Saturday, 28 July 2018

Cherry Picking

I love the summer.

This will be one of those summers like 1976 that will be reminisced about for decades to come.

Long warm days, reliable and relaxing. Motivating and mood lifting.

The warm heat gently resting on my arms healing and life giving.

I literally blossom in the summer. Some plants flower in the spring. Some in midsummer.
Fruit are in season in this month or that. Me? Perfect June to July!

I saw crates of beautifully ripe cherries for sale last month, they must have been in season. A feeling of the beautiful abundance of their being just right.

Right here and now, as I sit in the warm sun, sharing some rare bliss with you, I feel just right. I can smell fresh mint. Hear flip flops and snipping. Little pairs of white butterflies dancing on the summer breeze. A fluffy white dandelion seed drifting peacefully along. Tips of branches softly bobbing, a bee sipping silently from a sunflower, water trickling in the distance. The tiniest fly I have ever seen settles on my finger...

My skin is glowing, nails healthy and strong, the recent spell of real summertime, offering the perfect conditions for early morning walks, picking back up on a little gentle daily yoga, stretching out those aches. Eating better, hydrating, resting, mindful.
Everything coming together perfectly in a beautiful abundance of gratitude for what is, right now.

So if it's beautifully natural for cherries and sunflowers to flourish when they do, why can't I? No guilt about it. No doubt about it. Just revel in it. Some of us must need these conditions, just as others need others, that's it. Nature.

There isn't always this abundance for sure, but that's when I start cherry picking! ;)

Lillipet
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Friday, 27 July 2018

Are you afflicted with endoftermitis? Not heard of it before?

It's afflicting parents and children across the UK who have a few more days of school to go. Its symptoms include fatigue, shortness of temper and a general desire for the craziness to be over. It's similar to Christmas... too many sports days, school fayres and school discos. No-one wants to work anymore so lessons are interspersed with extra curricular activities. Lots of school trips out... karate and yoga have all been included this week.

We have established already that BrumMum should be nicknamed Grumpy Mum. Actually sports day was an hour from a very stressful working week. The very hot and sticky fayre last week was an excuse to eat very sticky but yummy rocky road.

These are challenges that we all face in different ways... recent blogs have covered when to stop (see Ready, Steady, STOP) and when to say no (Just, no).

So although my take is quite specific in context, the message is the same. Many of us have incredibly busy lives which lead or have led to exhaustion. We all need to find ways to stop, take pleasure and relax. The Gardener and I love to prune roses. My third David Austin rose was given as a birthday gift. Dog walking has enabled me to calm down when siblings fight or clients irritate.

We can also indulge in relaxation techniques that are not so helpful... Mary's blog on drinking made me go 'ouch'. Not having real coffee yesterday led to a blinding headache and realization my taste for Lavazza was more an addiction (albeit not that bad).

What is your way of relaxing? What are the good and positive habits you have developed to counter the stresses and strains of everyday life? And privately what are the habits that are not so helpful? The coping mechanisms that don't actually help you cope.....liking reaching for the third packet of crisps!!

Wishing you a good morning.

BrumMum
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Thursday, 26 July 2018

Lots of 'D's' and too many 'buts'


Crossword clue? No. Today's (19th July) blog was a message of hope, and moving on with the help of Moodscope after hitting rock-bottom. The letter 'D' seems to start a lot of negative words – and I am always using 'but' as a rider. Listening to a programme on Radio 4 today one of the 'panel' used as many 'buts' as I do, but she used a synonym 'however'. This means that you agree with the other speaker then refute everything they say. To my shame, I do it too much nowadays.

The last few months I have been becoming convinced that I was heading for a serious clinical depression. All the elements as described by many on Moodscope, and my own memory, were present. I did not want to get up in the morning – I had plans, but it mattered to nobody whether I carried them out or not. I DID get up, coffee would revive me. I'd embark on something, no enthusiasm or energy, and give up – deluded, disappointed, and disgusted with myself. I'd got dreadfully tired, battling with an overload, extreme heat and lots of worries.

The Tour de France today was in an area my husband and I know well. I went to the care home, took him to the TV in his wheel chair, and tried to interest him, slowly and carefully, in what was going on. He called me a 'b****y awful person', and, totally distraught, I fled.

His state is distressing in the extreme (he has dementia), and I try to carry on, with kindness, and making a life for myself. A son who has had lots of emotional problems was here last week-end – one treads very warily with him, his state is 'delicate' but he is hyper-critical of me, especially if I try to talk to him of the future. We actually had a super week-end, mainly, I think, because it was so socially busy we did not spend much time together. (He no longer does Moodscope, so I'm safe).

So, via shopping which I loathe, but my cupboards would make Mother Hubbard look like Fortnum and Mason, I endeavoured to be 'positive'.

It turned cool, so I mowed the weed heads on what used to be a lawn. I watered everything, and, although it's tough, August and September are to come, if I give up now no flowers for the 'busy' time in our town. Then the 'but' came in because I was planning on what to do when (and if) it rains. Therefore, I might fear depression, BUT I'm planning ahead, which one does not do when depressed, getting up and cleaning teeth major achievements.

Then, the picture is 'meaningful' as a message of hope – I intend to buy bulbs to fill all containers for next spring. Life's tough now, I hate winter, BUT, if I have plans for next spring I have to get through next winter, another 'D', decisions and determination.

The Gardener
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Wednesday, 25 July 2018

Poetry as Therapy

Yes, yes, I know! Poetry is a complete drag and bore, isn't it? All that, "Shall I compare thee to a host of dancing daffodils" and all that? Oh, Yawn...

But – bear with me for a moment?

(And – full disclosure – yes, I do have a degree in English Literature and I am myself a poet.)

Reading can be a great comfort. But I find, when depressed, I cannot cope with great literature. I cannot read more than a page or so of anything. Most books are more than that.

But a poem is small (usually – we'll ignore the epic poems for now), and they can speak on a deep level. A good poem will pack a heavy emotional punch for all its brevity.

I forget the number of times I have quoted the poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins. His desolation sonnets, describing so exactly how I feel in the dark times, give an odd kind of comfort. After all – the best friends do not always bring light into your darkness, for sometimes you cannot bear the light. The best friends come and sit with you in that darkness.

I do not feel it is a coincidence that many poets have themselves written about depression.

My dear Kafka,
When you have had five years of it, not five months,
Five years of an irresistible force meeting an
immovable object right in your belly,
Then you'll know about depression.
Philip Larkin

Many have written of the horrors that are the harbingers of depression. I am reading now, the poems of the first world war. So many fine poets wrote of that agony and futility. The poems are hard to read, yet cathartic.

Then there are the beautiful, uplifting Haikus,

'Ah!' I said, 'Ah!'
It was all that I could say -
the cherry flowers of Mt Yoshino!
Teishitsu

And do not forget the poems you yourself can write – even if you do not consider yourself a poet. Here's one my friend Mykael wrote: a gesture of defiance we probably all recognise and wish we could emulate.

The big black dog
Is scratching at my door.
I really don't want to let him in
But the door is getting paper-thin.
The bastard's claws need a trim,
This time, I must win.
A rolled up newspaper waits for him
A whack to the nose and boot to the chin
And there's more of that if he gets in!
The big black dog
Is sitting at my door
With watering eyes, and whimpering.

And another one about a dog. One to make you smile.

She invents angles at full tilt.
She is Einstein to my Euclid
with ears that say 'Eureka'.
Today, again, we look at the world
for the first time.
Nigel Ford

I do not expect to have converted you to poetry in these five hundred words, but maybe to have shown you a little of why poetry means so much to many of us.

Try it again, and see if you like it.

Mary
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Tuesday, 24 July 2018

Why volunteer?

A few weeks ago I was talking to a friend who had retired and I asked did she do any volunteering as most retired people I know enjoy volunteering.

My friend explained how she was busy with her hobbies and her grandchildren and had not time or desire to volunteer and had never volunteered in her life and so wanted to know why she should start now.

I know there has been research that volunteering can help people feel better about themselves. As well as helping others research shows that volunteering can help others  and also can help you reduce stress, combat depression, keep you mentally stimulated, and provide a sense of purpose.

Some people find volunteering to be stressful and not helpful. I volunteered for one organisation years ago and while I liked  what I was doing, the way I was treated by the organisation upset me. As I was unpaid I was not treated with respect and I was never shown any appreciation for what I did.

I was surprised when my friend said she was not volunteering because in my family I was encouraged to volunteer and give and raise money for charity from when I was a very young age. So volunteering has always been part of my life but it has not always been a pleasant experience.

I want to know what moodscopers think about volunteering?

Is it part of your life if so does it help you or has it been difficult?

I would like to hear from people who do not volunteer and have they felt pressure to volunteer.

Leah
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Monday, 23 July 2018

I Am

I listen to a lot of motivational recordings – watch 'em too. They energise me.

Walking or standing in my local vineyard – when I'm there alone at dawn or dusk – energises me too.

Then there's the shower – my hotspot for inspiration and renewal. The joy of living water revitalises my soul.

Where you do you go, and what do you do to get revitalised, re-energised, recreated?

One of my motivational presenters suggested that the life we are living today is the life we spoke about yesterday. He wasn't being nice. He was having a go. But it was a good go. It was tough love. He drew my attention to language like, "I'm afraid."

His examples resonated with me. A simple question like, "Can you come to the meeting on Thursday?" would formerly produce a response from me such as, "I'm afraid not." What's there to be afraid of? Let's break that one down into its components: "I Am Afraid Not."

Not making it to a meeting is not an appropriate cause for fear. A hungry tiger about to pounce on us is.

He mentioned other strange phrases we accept without challenge, for example:

"Killer" – as in, "That was a killer message you shared."

"Scared me to death" – or, if you're lucky, "Half scared me to death!"

"Wicked" – used to mean "Good"!

"Tired" and "Knackered" and "Exhausted"...

Hey, I can feel my energy dropping just writing those sapping words.

His point? Speak words full of life, not words of fear and death, and the lively words will give you energy AND a better future. It's what he believes, and I like it.

So, I'm positively watching what comes out of my mouth, ESPECIALLY after the words, "I am..."

Here's a dare.

Write 17 positive "I Am..." statements and share three of them in the comments.

3 examples from me:

I am becoming wiser with every new lesson learned.

I am increasingly open to new opportunities.

I am deeply committed to encouraging everyone I meet.

I made the number 17 up, or at least that was the number that came into my head.

But who knows, perhaps the Universe is trying to help us here? I am confident that is the case!

Can't wait to read three of yours!

Go on... I dare you!

Lex
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Saturday, 21 July 2018

What trips off your tongue?

Ask bawheid. Ben the room. It's a sair fecht. You've a right sair hand. Whit a numpty.  He's rab ha'.  Have ye a drooth?  Aye right.

All colloquialisms. And all loved by me. I'm proud of my Scottish roots, I love my homeland with my whole heart, I was born here and I have no intention of dying anywhere else. Our Aberdonians can tell a tale a million miles away from the same tale you'd hear in other parts. Our East tongue is to the West tongue what waltz is to samba. We're all Scottish and we can understand each other but we don't always use the same words.

Well now ain't that a thing! We may use different words but if you are reading this then its most likely that you sometimes feel similar things to the things I feel. Torment. Panic. Anxiousness. Disaster. Failure. Sorrow. Loneliness. Confusion. Perhaps there is more to unite us than separate us.

We may describe our pains in different ways. We may wear them in different ways. But pain is pain. And today, I wish that you have a little break, however tiny, from your pain. A little break to breathe in and remember I'm here and you're here, and breathe out and remember we share this thing. We are not alone.

If you have a colloquialism of your own you'd like to share then I would truly enjoy hearing it. Go on. Tell me on the blogspot and give us all something to distract us this day.

Love from

The room above the garage
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The Harvest Is In.

Autumn has come early in my world. I see bright colours everywhere, the air I breathe feels refreshing, and I'm finding what I need in abundance.  It has been ten years since my mental health took a sudden and devastating blow but I finally feel like I'm there. I'm in A Good Place. That's not to say that things are perfect: every day has its challenges and frustrations, and my coping mechanisms are still more destructive than constructive. But life right now does feel good.

Of course I'm still thinking... How did I get here? How do I stay here? How can I store the harvest from this time of plenty so when winter comes I'm prepared and more resilient?

Part of my journey here has been to find something that inspires me. My whole life I have dabbled in different hobbies, trying to find one which really gets me going. And I finally have. It's a wonderful distraction from day-to-day mundanity. But right now it's new and exciting. At some point the initial gloss and enthusiasm will give way to routine and frustration from the perfectionist in me. How to keep the positivity then?

There's a virtuous cycle here too. It's easier to get up in the morning when I'm excited about the day ahead. It's easier to look after myself when I know I need to have energy. It's easier to socialise when I feel like I have something interesting to talk about, even when it doesn't actually come up in conversion.

But... how to bottle this feeling so I can drink from it when my stores are running low?

Knowing that the season of plenty will come round again is helpful. Being kind of myself on a daily basis and trying to keep a good balance so I'm not depleted. Continuing with the techniques and coping mechanisms that I've learned along my journey so far. But is there more?

I'd love to hear others ideas for how to keep bathing in the sunny periods and fighting off the rains.

Wishing you all inspiration and love.

Shizzle
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Friday, 20 July 2018

Why do things always happen to you?

We go on holidays. A week away in the sun with my kids. Great excitement. There will be lots to visit, much to do and fun to be had. We are meeting friends over there. The cases get packed. The dog gets minded. We get to the airport. Travel sickness tablets taken. We are off!

When we arrive, I pay the exorbitant price for the taxi and out we get at our apartment. It's 10 o'clock at night but there is no one on reception, there is no one at all in fact except a phone number and a safe for residents' keys. But there is none for us. The phone number goes to answering machine. We have nowhere to stay.

A lovely couple invite us into their apartment. I think they are the kindest strangers I have ever met. Worst case scenario they say my children and I can sleep on their couch. The kids are hungry and thirsty and the couple feed and water them and we all manage to have a laugh.

I secure us a night in a hotel at 1am. Another taxi and dragging bags and keeping the kids upbeat despite the upset. The hotel is grim, gloomy and smelling of body odour. The only photo we take there is the view from our window the next morning - a corrugated shed in a car park. The kids climb into the double bed (no one is chancing the dodgy looking camp bed). We three will sleep together. While protesting they are not tired, they fall asleep. I go into the grimy bathroom and have a little cry.

At 6am the next morning, I book us a bright, cheerful apartment that turns out to be a gem. We can't move in until that evening though. We go for breakfast. Sitting in the sun with the most delicious croissants and juice and coffee, I take a breath. Everything is going to be alright. Our holiday can begin.

Not for the first time, a friend asked me 'Why do things always happen to you?' It is true that life rarely seems straight forward. However, it does mean I meet some fascinating people along the way. There is always a story to tell. When we meet up with our holiday friends, it is the imagined adventures in the seedy hotel that amuse all the kids most!

For me, the anxiety can kick in after the event. I am in complete control in an emergency. But many days after, it can hit me. Something small, an item carelessly broken, a dinner not eaten or a sarcastic comment and I feel it deeply and overreact hugely - appearing like a crazy woman! Is that delayed anxiety? Hyper-sensitivity? Motherhood?! All of the above? Perhaps it's also a touch of the holiday blues - because despite the dramatic beginning, we had a super time...

Salt Water Mum
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Thursday, 19 July 2018

A message of hope

I first started recording my scores on Moodscope at the beginning of 2015 and when I look back at the early comments I can't quite believe I'm the same person. This morning I read this:

"Don't see the point of anything anymore, just don't care. Can't see how, after four years of this anything is going to make a difference. If I could go I would."

It's taken a long time and progress has been gradual, but my life is unrecognisable from where it was in early 2015. I still have occasional dips (mostly menopausal I think!) but mainly things are on an even keel. I love my life, I love my little boy in a way I didn't think possible, and boy have I learnt some big lessons about life.

This blog is very short because all I really want to say is hang in there. Whatever you are facing, whatever you are feeling, whatever space you're in, it will get better. I never thought, when I was lying face-down on the bathroom floor crying and begging not to be here anymore, that things would get better and I would love life again and want to live it. But they did and I do, and I don't just want to live it but I want to live it for a long time.

Never ever give up because you just don't know what's coming next. It might not feel like that right now but trust me, it will change.

Love to you all and much love and gratitude to Moodscope for being with me in the darkest moments of life, you helped carry me through.

Debs xxxx
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Wednesday, 18 July 2018

Are Your Friends Normal?

"Oh, one of your weird friends, again!" said my daughter, dismissively.

She was speaking of someone I wished to invite to visit us over the summer. And her words made me think.

I suppose, by some standards, many of my friends are a bit weird. Some of them dress as Goths, even into their fifties. In fact, one of my Goth friends is an Anglican vicar - just to buck convention! Many of the men have long hair and often obscurely technical jobs. The women tend to be creative souls who have forgotten that fashion has moved on since the tie-die era of the seventies. A couple of my friends are autistic (albeit high-functioning). They are spiritual but not necessarily religious (even the vicar), intellectual but not always academic. Their ranks include an actor, an ex-Para, a Diocesan Spiritual Director and a professor of Chemical and Theoretical Physics.

Is that weird? My children seem to think so.

Equally, I have friends who are accountants and solicitors and successful businessmen and women. They wear professional clothes and lead conventional lives of work during the week, with gardening and sport at the weekend.

Is this more normal? And why?

If you look at my family from the outside, you would think that we are "normal". Certainly, my husband and second daughter feel, like Mr and Mrs Dursley, "Proud to be perfectly normal, thank you very much." They are more comfortable with people they feel are also "normal".

My elder daughter however, though not an outcast herself, has found friends in a set of congenial outcasts: her local Explorer Scout group. Apparently, it's deeply uncool to stay in the Scout movement beyond, well, Scouts. In this group are the geeks and the nerds; the people not quite sure of their sexuality, but assured of a safe place to be while they work it out; the people who don't quite fit into "normal" life. They are happy to accept being "Weirdos". At the same time, they rival Bear Grylls in woodcraft and survival techniques. They walk and kayak and build rafts and dens. It all sounds like the best fun to me – but at 55, I don't think I could keep up. And, does that makes me a weirdo too?

But – going back to friends – it is the first group of friends I go to when I need a deeper connection. Many of that first group have experienced depression. They are happy to talk about emotions, or just to sit in silence with me. They don't try to jolly me along or cheer me up; they understand. They are my tribe. I feel comfortable and totally accepted by them.

In the end, people are individuals. Each of us is unique and no-one is ever totally "normal". But it's an interesting exercise to look at your closest and most trusted friends and to see the connection between them.

(And – it's alright – I don't think you lot are weird at all!)

Mary
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Tuesday, 17 July 2018

Why do I feel this way?

Sometimes when I am upset over what someone has said to me, people quote the following:

"No one can make you feel inferior without your consent." That is a quotation attributed the Eleanor Roosevelt.

What does it mean? Does it mean that if we feel bad about ourselves that is the only time someone's thoughtless heartless mean comment can have an effect. I do not know. It never seemed to make sense to me.

When people say critical things to me I often fall to pieces. Maybe I am giving them power, maybe I am giving them consent to upset me. It is so hard, especially when I am trying so hard to do something when everyone is criticising me.

I think one of the hardest things is when I have felt criticised in my role as a mother. Whether it is by a loved one or a stranger, I find I am very sensitive to negative feedback. Does that mean I have given consent to these people to make feel inferior?

I was not one of those mothers that made amazing birthday cakes out of a book or someone who had an immaculate house, no that was not me, that is not how I judge a mother. I loved my children dearly, I had a house full of books and we did many creative activities and went on long walks in the bush. So why if I know this do I let others' words and judgment affect me.

It is not just as my role as a mother that I am sensitive to feedback, I just find it hard not to take it personally where other people tell me the words were not meant in a negative way. So, what is wrong with me?

I have been told I am too sensitive and even if someone comes in to my shop and tells me I have a lot of stuff, which I do, I used to get upset.

Why can't I accept what people say without getting teary?

How do I stop giving people the power to make me feel awful?

I don't know how to do it.

Do you know how to stop giving people consent to make your feel inferior or the power to make you feel awful or to put you down.

Maybe you can help me with some tips?

Leah
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Monday, 16 July 2018

An unintended gift from my Dad...

I grew up on a farm in the west of Ireland with four brothers and one sister. I am number 5 out of 6! It was a happy childhood, but fair to say my relationship with my Dad was never close. He was a fine upstanding Victorian farmer and sure we had conversations about issues of the day or about the farm or football or cricket. But we never talked about how we felt about each other. Feelings were hidden and their were no hugs or physical contact.

I seemed to pick up on this and went through my teenage years and young adulthood trying to hide my feelings and be a young alpha male focused on other things.

So when he died it hit me as a shock that I really never knew him. We never said we loved each other. I never heard him say he was proud of me. I would never hear some of the things I most wanted to hear from him. By then I was becoming more sensitive to better human communication and had developed the skills to have those conversations. But it was too late and I was struck by regret and disappointment.

But slowly I began to see this differently. Perhaps this was his unintended gift to me to use my time to communicate more openly and more effectively. I started to make up for lost time in my relationships especially with my Mum and family. His gift led to greater happiness and more fulfillment. And it keeps on giving.

Is there some unintended gift that you benefit from? Could there be if you re-framed something that gets to you?

Best

Adrian x
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Sunday, 15 July 2018

Working on the chain gang

I pound pavements, woodland, beaches or parks as one of my weapons in this battle to stay well.  I rarely (never) want to go but I do it because I know I need to or perhaps because I know I have to. I always, without exception, end up having enjoyed it.

Today I walked with my eldest daughter. She is on the final leg of exams and we've had a little more time together. The air was warm even early. It was laden with life. Bees, butterflies, flies, all manner of tiny bodies with wings floating around. The pavement carried dogs and walkers, elderly folks and there were nursery children out for a walk, like little prisoners on the chain gang, harnessed together, some happy, some unhappy, some wearing the runny nose 'number 11' with their sun cream and hat.

Life was abundant. And I was aware of my mood going the same way. I think more of us may be more seasonally driven than we give credit to. I don't just mean that on sunny days we dose up on Vitamin D and the brightness should lift us – I have frequently felt worse on sunny days – I mean that coming out of and into a different time of year can take time and adjustment.

As always, go small. Try open windows. Try drinking that tea outside. Just listen. Creep slowly back into the world if you have to but do it. Even if you only stretch your neck out the window for one wee peek, stay there until you have some thoughts, you may find a new perspective out there. And remind yourself that, as nature teaches us, we have our times to hibernate and we have our times to unfurl. Both serve us, deny neither.

Love from

The room above the garage
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