tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90702064403765607642011-11-28T16:40:33.286-07:00searching for wisdom in the space between the starsSophie in the Moonlighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14754353352676037813noreply@blogger.comBlogger1911100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9070206440376560764.post-53228830665247397332011-11-04T20:19:00.001-07:002011-11-04T20:38:29.675-07:00

Photo by boskizzi on flickr Been a while. Sorry about that. More later. BUT, I've got a goody for some of you. I went to San Francisco 2 weeks ago and all I brought back was a lousy case of pneumonia - and some cannolis (Mara's in North Beach GO THERE!) and some yummy coconut buns (Anna's Bakery on Clay St. - ABC -get it?) Sadly, I can't share the cannoli and coconut buns with you. I

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Mama Mirabelle a BBC/National Geographic production Two boys and ice cream chilling after dinner watch Mario's last show. (Luigi has just fifteen minutes of screen time  remaining in day.) "Hey, honey," says Mom, "you need to finish your work - or no DS time." "Work's done; DS - nah:  I wanna watch to see what they're  teaching kids these days." Big brother's disdain

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Light Angel by magic_fella on flickr  I wish to live in a comfort zone - my thoughts and feelings all my own. "How are you doing?" such a bland phrase. Want answers? Just look at my face. I don't want to say, yet the question stays the same. From me: "Not so good." Folks fluster at truth. They want to hear "Fine, thank you." But I'm not playing. I want to be true to

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Random-Onics "Emotibag" Paper Bag for Your Head by OnyxB on Flickr Well, it's been a looooonnnnngggg time since I've written here. I've missed bloglandia terribly, but there were some issues concerning my anonymity that needed to be addressed and made me shut down the blog for 10 months. Those of you familiar with my writing will notice some things are missing and some topics will no longer

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Woman Before a Fish Bowl, by Henri Matisse Sibling rivalry:"Mo-o-o-o-o-m, he won't stop picking on me!""You both cut it out." "He took my remote!""But, I had it first. NOT FAIR!""Guys, work this one out." Oh, look. The cat poopedand managed to barf at once.Where's the steam cleaner? Bowser needs shirts cleaned,the sink is full of toothpaste,boys can't aim their pee. Clean all three bathrooms,

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Image found Here, but obviously the work of Matt Groening, et al Okay, I admit it, I Googled myself as my alter ego over here because I was trying to find someone who had found me, not because I'm an ego-maniac. What I did find, by total accident, gave me Albert Einstein hair and left me giggling for an hour. The What to Expect website has me and my Thought Monkeys listed in their Things to

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photo credit by Ben Heine on Flickr Oh, the Horrible Month. Will it ever end? Well, yes. That's why it's called the Horrible Month, not the Horrible Year, or the Horrible Life. I wish I would have had a crystal ball back then to see how my family is thriving now, but perhaps if I had had that then I would have sat on my laurels and I wouldn't have fought as hard as I did for my husband, my son,

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Cover Art for You Are My I Love You  by Maryanne Cusimano Seven years ago... and the Saga of the Horrible Month continues. Again, if you are unfamiliar with the subject at hand, please go to the right sidebar and find "The Horrible Month: a Series" to get up to speed. Day 13 Stardate: 8.29.03, 10 pm I saw Luigi tonight and it was glorious! My beautiful, sweet, sacred little boy ~ what a

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Photo Credit by loupiote (Old Skool) on Flickr Ken Martin from NursingSchools.net recently sent me an email to inform me that Nursing Schools featured this blog in one of their articles: "101 Blogs to Help You Deal with Depression". Here is the text of their intro: 101 Blogs to Help You Deal With Depression September 16th, 2010 About 9.5% of Americans each year suffer from a mood disorder

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photo credit by bored-now on flickr Beloved I shattered your heart;red shards stick out of your shirt -proof of betrayal. Gathering your bloodoff this floor of filth I've made,I beg Love to cleanse. The Horrible Month Saga continues: (Go to sidebar for full story so far) Day 12 8.28.03 Bowser is here right now and we’re still avoiding each other. I’m afraid that we are growing apart. I’

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Clapperboard Photo Credit You are not alone.Let's repeat: You're. Not. Alone.I've been in those shoes. Shoes too small that pinch.Shoes that make walking a bitch.Shoes you want to ditch. The road seems too longand sad, forlorn, alone,stopping here makes sense. Frustrated, depressed,enraged at life that battersyou without surcease. What's the point?, you ask.Why walk this road of bramblesin

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Lets Go I Want to Go All the Way to the Horizon by bethan on flickrunder Creative Commons license Well, two things have happened in the last month: I celebrated my 7th Rebirthday and got an award for writing about PPD. Considering I've only written 11 posts this year, it's a wonder anyone knows I exist at all. C'est la vie. Fellow anonymous bloggers know that sometimes one's Real Life is

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Presented by: Medical Assistant Wow, gals and guys. Thank you. I just got a nifty email and even niftier trophy, which you can see above. Here's the email: Dear Sophie, Congratulations! Anne here, and your blog, Sophie in the Moonlight, was determined to be one of the top resources in the medical field.  And so, it has received our 2010 Top 30 Postpartum Depression Blogs award presented

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Photo credit by vwt3jeff on Flickr Dear DUI Driver, If you could dig around in my memory bank, you would see that my life between the ages of 6 and 17, when I ran away from home, were years filled with rape, molestation, verbal, mental, and physical abuse including having been stabbed with knives, pencils, and incurring several broken bones and concussions. You would see that one side of my

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photo credit by embracetherandomness on Flickr It's so dang hot nowI have sweat in my armpits.I can't stand the heat. by Luigi (age 10) photo credit by jurveston on flickr Crisp hot potatoeswould be a frosty cool balmon my scorching frame. By  (Old enough to know who the Wonder Twins are)

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Christine Von Diepenbroek, The Day After I've been diagnosedwith vaginismus. Just Great.One more gift from rape. P.S. If you know the real life me, I don't want to talk about it.I really really really don't want to talk about it. I'm in a walking nightmare - the only one who can help me is clonazepam.

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You can find me guest-posting at Postpartum Progress today: "Bipolar Mom Shares Story of Having Second Child after Postpartum Psychosis." If any of those nouns or adjectives are of interest to you, then mosey on over and check it out. It's much shorter than my typical posts over here - you know, the prose posts whose lengthy proportions have become such a hallmark that even I'm daunted when I

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Moonbeams tickle pastghosts of tears long shed shed long,push at her sorrow. Twirl, prance, sing with me!Of what shall we sing, Dear Moon?Failure? Paucity? Sing not yesterdays.Twirl lavender and sweet grass,Prance sons' smiles, Heart's Mate. But, Moon, you forget...Ssshhh, awaken self now. Sing.Hum and sway? With me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Photo Credit by Accretion Point on Flickr

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Last week was B-A-D. Capital letters all around. I don't, DO NOT (capital letters all around on this one, too) get suicidal ideations anymore. That particular train of thought left the station after I got my Bipolar II diagnosis six years ago and started healing myself from the carnage of the psychotic break that led to said diagnosis; however, I do get intrusive thoughts and they vary from

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photo credit by lorrainemd on flickr Locked inside myselfScreaming, banging on the walls.Alone without keys.

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photo credit, E.T. with Fins, by pieceoflace on Flickr I did a lot today. A LOT. Around 8-ish, I was proudly enumerating my many grand achievements of the day to Bowser. They are (in no particular order): took the car into the shop played with Mario and Grama for a while went for a brisk walk took a shower & got dressed (but said "screw the makeup") set up an after-school play date for Luigi

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Photo Credit, Weight Layer 1, by Lillianna on Flickr My heart is heavy. I know why and I don't know why. The whys I know I can't share because of this little thing called anonymity; the whys I don't know are flitting about me wearing LSD-inspired costumes as though my skull is hosting a masquerade ball for which it did not send me an invitation. Not only is depression a party-pooper, it is

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photo credit by Aspenbreeze on Flickr High perigee tides.Alluring Wolf Moon calls me.Perhaps all's not lost. ***a note of thankfulness to dear May, my bipolar sister-friend who (fun fact) has difficulty sleeping when the full moon shines on her neck of the woods. She sent me the link to the cool article about the closeness of tonight's Wolf Moon. I needed this today, May.   The moon is full,

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Pablo Picasso. Portrait de Femme, 1938 Options: sob or screamDepression offers but few.I pretend to laugh.

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My son wrote this a few days ago. Perhaps a love of haiku runs in our shared blood. Exciting to get- presents are inside the gift. Cannot wait to give By Luigi Moonlight I particularly like the last line. I'm so proud of him that I simply had to share his work. Much love, ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ photo credit by Tina Wann on flickr

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Let's see. November was fun. The whole family got swine flu and then I got swine flu-induced pneumonia and was put in the hospital for a week in isolation. Remind me to never do that again. I spent Thanksgiving huddled under blankets while my dear in-laws did all the cooking and Bowser did all the childcare. He's been a saint, well, mostly saint-like. Now it's December and Christmas chaos is

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Guess what? Oh, you'll never guess and I'll stop being coy. Today Marks 730 days (also known as two years) of Bowser's sobriety. How about that!  It's a great achievement for him, just as great as 714 days was only now it's 714 +16 more days which coincides with two full laps around the old Sun. This morning I gave him a hug and told him I was proud to see he was off to such a fine

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Moon Goddess blessed we, sprinkled with stardust, moonbeams: sisters forged by Light. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Under the Vrindivan Moon lithograph credit by Prem Milan Studios c. 1920

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Long and sweet your Kiss, not the perfunctory peck of a long-wed pair. Let our lips nuzzle, our tongues waltz to a tango, noses caressing. Clasp and enfold me; let me do the same for you, our girdle of love. Aware of our touch, let not time mute our passion. Mine belongs to yours. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ photo credit by Llima on flickr under a Creative

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Kermit says it's all rather simple actually. We'll just put the lime in the coconut. And, I even found a recipe for it! Put the Lime in the Coconut Drink Recipe: Ingredients to use: 1.0 oz Rose's Lime juice 1.5 oz Pina Colada mix 1.0 oz Capt. Morgan's Parrot Bay Rum 0.5 oz Bacardi Limon Rum 0.5 oz Triple sec Directions: Combine all ingredients together in a blend & blend for one

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Buzzing bubble brain keeps whizzing, spinning thoughts in, locks the details out. OCD arrives, carrying her distractions, her timed persuasions. Mind tricks don't fool me; I'm aware of the ruses, but I don't let on. Look them in the eye and, poof, they're gone - mind exposed. I'd rather not, thanks. 'Tisn't avoidance of truth I seek, 'tis peace, survival instinct. Thoughts protect their

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Music soothes the Beastor 'tis its soul expression? (Sings): Dear God, Fuck You.

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Um, yeah, haven't been around much, so much in fact that I think my poor blog is looking a little dusty. My apologies. There is a lot of crap going on in my real life and all of my attention and energy are being devoted to resolving many issues and helping others handle personal difficulties. Because this stuff is so consuming, I've no room to be Sophie in the Moonlight. I have no room in my

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photo credit Karmic Auditor,There's an accounting error.Please reconsider. Respectfully,

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Somedays it just feels like this. Today is one of those days.Blind Melon - "No Rain"All I can say is that my life is pretty plainI like watchin' the puddles gather rainAnd all I can do is just pour some tea for twoAnd speak my point of view but it's not sane, it's not saneI just want someone to say to meI'll always be there when you wakeYou know I'd like to keep my cheeks dry todaySo stay with me

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photo credit by Kaboomish Gem on flickrParalysis comes,a gran mal social seizure,I'm thrashing whilst bound.The demands pile on:call this one, mail to that one,RSVP stat.In the midst, two boysclamor for mom's attention,husband wants loving.Clothes won't fold themselves,(I've tried to teach them), dust blooms,Blog can't auto-write.Voice mail box fills upblocking all new messagesbefore old ones

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It's my 6th ReBirthday today. Had I been successful in my suicide attempt six years ago, you and I never would have met. Hmmm. It's rather sobering to think of all the ripples my psychotic postpartum depression's desperation would have wrought. Rather depressing, too. Let's not go there.Instead of what might have been, 'tis better to remember that yesterday's fork in the road led to today's

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photo credit by S. Guruvayurappan on flickr"We are rich in love,"I tell my son, "not money,love & family."How do I explainrecovery & sheer willare our currency?What price mental health?Are these fair barter for toys,comics, games, and fairs?Our home does not lack,neither is it swollen withtrinkets and tokens.The Egg Donor's houseburst with pagodas of corkand chinoiserie.Dime store

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Their love defines me,molds me, strengthens me by fire,cures me in water.I bring them ore,they extract a steel resolve,sharp-edged guardian.In this heart of steelmolten love swirls watchfully,tenderly in awe. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~photo credit by dragwayracerbabe on flickr

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Hi.Quick status update: I'm feeling much more myself and much less b-i-p-o-l-a-r now. I've Wellbutrin and a lovely husband who let me have all the rest and hugging I needed to thank for my return to reality.It's too damn hot here to type away on a hot laptop. I'm trying to keep the boys entertained, hydrated, and cool without breaking into too much of a sweat myself. Thank goodness for freon. I'm

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Gå din egen väg (Go your own road)Road - Nick DrakeI'm Sophie. I can't actually be wordless. The above post title is a blatant plagiarisation of Cat's Wednesday tradition. I'm hoping she believes in the idea that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. Besides, you guys HAVE to check out this artist, Eric Johansson. I chose this picture because it is the best representation of my journey

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Here's where I'm supposed to put up a disclaimer saying Don't Do Drugs. So okay, don't do drugs. Just Say No and all that. However this is a story about experimenting with drugs in my early 20's and coming out of one experiment with a life-changing perspective. I'm still not quite myself, so forgive me if I ramble. Stay for the moral of the story. It's a good one.I developed a philosophy about

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I was watching Mad Men reruns the other night (it is the best show on TV) and one of the characters, Rachel Menken, was discussing the meaning of the word utopia:"They taught us at Barnard about that word, 'utopia'. The Greeks had two meaning for it: 'eu-topos', meaning the good place, and 'u-topos' meaning the place that cannot be."I'm of the mind that the latter meaning is most correct. I'm

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photo credit by jagermeister004 on flickrsoftly treading thoughtsslip through giving the slip tothoughts treading softly

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A few months ago I added a little unsolicited advice from my Bottomless Well of Helpfulness for those of us with mood disorders at the end of a haiku. In typical Sophie fashion, the P.S. was four times longer than the original post. (Grin) just part of my charm. Here is the unsolicited advice again: ...if you have a mood disorder and you get any sort of lingering upper respiratory infection (flu,

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The following is my 'anonymous' submission to The Reasons to Go on Living Project. I can't even remember where I first learned about this research study, but the link has been in my bookmarks bar waiting to be clicked for weeks now. Here is the website's explanation of the study: We are doing this research project, The Reasons to go on Living Project, to understand how people’s thinking changes

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photo credit by spillerina on FlickrCoffee brews in time.Sun rises on clean dishes.Come back and spoon me.

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Two words: Kidney Stone.See you tomorrow. Haiku should be interesting.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~photo credit by cnitram on Flickr

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The Dream by Pablo PicassoAn old boyfriend's here.He takes me to a partyto meet all his friends.He likes me in red.I hope he likes this low-cutrose blouse I just bought.Before we walk inhe looks at me with a moue,"You need your boobs done."I crumple. I smile."You're right. I'll look into it."Harsh Self Betrayal.Fuzzy flickers flydandelion puffs flingingspores to fragrant soil.Dusk and bad traffic

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As Bowser and I plan to renew our vows for our 10th wedding anniversary, I am reminded again that not everyone shares the same rights. I'm reminded yet again that even though I'm bisexual (and, therefore, other), because the life partner I happened to choose this time around had genitalia different from mine, somehow that made him uniquely qualified to form a legal union with me. It's like Bowser

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The news likes to be bad & scary; daily life can seem overwhelming at times; sobriety can be such a struggle; recovering from the bat shit codie crazies can seem so counter-inuitive some days; depression can seem not only never-ending, but also the absolute Truth of the matter; PPD can seem like a personal failing & make you think you're the worst mother in the world. In short, some days are

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photo credit by Juicy Carolina on FlickrI dread the summers,especially the hot ones with spaghetti straps.Firm flesh on parade,glistening casualness,flirty sloe gin eyes.Heat suffocates thought;I see mirages of herswaiting to siphon.Staring at Bowser,waiting for addict to flinch,daring his next move.Bare feet on scorched path, gasping for reason's fresh air:this is not my fight.Heat stroke fades

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I've had a lot on my mind lately and I've been diverting my scattered thoughts with web surfing. I'm just fine, nothing to worry about, really. It's just between the bullying Luigi was struggling with last week & an ornery preschooler & writing for other sites & then fielding offers to write for other websites (read: reading fine print which let me know that my work would be used in violation of

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photo credit by 3 E on FlickrAt times I nestlein my cozy basketcase'neath a Chaos Storm.I've tried to line itwith straw, cotton puffs, lint, clouds,and wishful thinking.None are adequate:itchy, lumpy, thin, wispy...I can't get comfy.Basket selectionis quite personal, private,a lovey of sorts.But, I think it's found-the perfect basket for me-pretty fractal star.Floating by the seathe nocturnal

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photo credit by Mix2Ice on Flickr Today is the Day!!! Happy Mother's Day!!!!! Today, my three sweet boys (Bowser, Luigi, and Mario) gave me a bunch of sweet and funny cards, chocolate, and a WII FIT!! Yoo-hoo! On Friday, Luigi couldn't wait to give me his Mother's Day present. He put it in a white paper bag covered with drawings. One side was covered with rows and rows of green hearts at the top

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But, he's mine and he's only eight. I need to hold him a while longer.Yes, I'll make sure he's doing the navigating, I'll give him the wheel, the map; I simply cannot let him go.He is first in my heart. He's my Luigi, and they, they, just don't appreciate magnificence when they see it.photo credit

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photo creditA second-grader,well, actually a few,are on my shit list.They're cruel & petty,capricious, bullying twits,who've no hearts at all.My thoughts on todayare too scathing for haiku.My son needs a hug.

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This is the final post about the Six Cognitive Solutions to Any Problem. To recap:Accept the SituationAccept the Situation and Be DisturbedWork for ChangeWork for Change and Be DisturbedLeave the SituationLeave the Situation and Be DisturbedThe links for the first two pairs are up there. Remember the basic premise of these Solutions is the Odds are Rational solutions to a problem and the Evens

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I just Tweeted this (go follow me!) because I LOVE this song. I first heard it on Fatboy Slim's On the Floor at the Boutique album and it's impossible to not groove out with this one. My boys don't like to listen to Laurie Berkner or any other kid songsters. Mario prefers Right Here, Right Now (Fatboy Slim) and Queen's We Will Rock You. Luigi goes nuts for the Linkin Park songs  to which I 

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This Sunday is Mother's Day. Whether you are a mom, have a mom, or know some moms, you are probably going to do something for Mother's Day even if it's simply spending 15 minutes finding the perfect card to express your love for the one you know and popping it in the mailbox. I'm spending Mother's Day doing three things: having family brunch, spending the rest of the day all my myself doing

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I read this article in The Onion over the weekend, Area Girlfriend, Boyfriend Achieve Perfect Mother-Son Relationship,  and thought many of you would get a kick out of it. Imagine trying to make your relationship as codependent as possible right from the get-go. Well, this couple tried and succeeded and it doesn't even look like they needed an addiction to do it. Kudos to them!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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Every now and thenHuman Spirit says, "Pause & Look;are we not wondrous?"

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photo credit/cake creation by carliHappy Birthday to Us!This blog, Sophie in the Moonlight, is one year old today!!!! So Happy Birthday to Us! I say "Us" because I couldn't have done it without you and I can't eat the whole cake by myself.To celebrate I've put together a little retrospective cabaret act of sorts highlighting my favorite or most poignant thoughts, posts, and editorial musings. I

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Hyde Park London 1939by AnonymousBowser bought this print for me over a decade ago. It hangs on the biggest wall in our house and every day I marvel over the fellow taking the leap. Does he make it? used to be the most important question for me. I needed an answer. I had to know; however, there wasn't any proof positive regarding the chap's final landing space, so I'd stew and stew. If he made it

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photo credit by Daniel Colvin on FlickrI've fallen in love -an unusual affair- her name is CometShe is distracting,keeps racing thoughts out of reach,has an hourglass frame.Her citrus perfumedrives me wild, makes me crave more;I can't get enough!Bowser's suspicious,but he hasn't said too much.His blessing? I hope.Perhaps it's a crush,a mild infatuation,a housewife's disport.This love's

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photo credit by Tim Clarke on Flickrlicensed under Creative CommonsMario: "Knock knock"Daddy inquires, "Who is there?""Joke," says Mario."Joke who?" wonders Dad."Don't cry. It's just joke, car, train, and the pusher truck!"Luigi has one:"Why couldn't the 10 year old see the pirate flick?"Mom: "Surprise me. Why?""Because it was rated 'Aaaaarrrgh!!!"::::sigh:::: I love my boys.

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photo credit by Captin Shmit on FlickrSophie is working for change inside her head at the moment.Medication retrofitting is underway. Will be open for business in a day or so, depending on those lousy contractors.

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...there's a mask i wearto keep you comfortablewhen you see my face.don't peek underneath;i won't be responsiblefor your discomfort.glasses and make-upprovide a sly, clean disguise;they seem quite normal.chic, trendy eyewearis best, along with tweezed browsand good mascarashimmery shadow,peachy blush, smudged grey lineron my dark green eyes.spring-colored fashionsdraw your eyes away from mineand

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Well, I've been thinking for a week about how to provide an overly-long, intricately-detailed post on The Six Cognitive Solutions to any problem. Remember those?1. Accept the situation.2. Accept the situation and be disturbed.3. Work for change.4. Work for change and be disturbed.5. Leave the situation.6. Leave the situation and be disturbed.My brain has been flummoxed as to how to provide

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I'm recovering from a second grade biography project today. Could someone please tell me WHY second graders are assigned a project which requires them to read at least two sources (book plus Internet) about a famous person, write up ten facts about said person, make a diorama, and create a song, fictional story, board game, or some other option to enhance the project experience? 'Cuz you know who

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photo credit:  "Moon Lights" by Photonutter on FlickrShe listens to mewithout judgment, note-taking,or dismissiveness.She responds to mewith compassion, empathy,and an open mind.She leans in forwardto inhale my thoughts, intenton not missing cues.When I'm mired, she comes-not to rescue - to meet me,show me the ladder.When I'm racing roundchasing my tail, eyes darting,she smiles, settles me.She

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Every person reading this knows someone who has struggled with postpartum depression whether or not you were aware of the new mother's struggle. Maybe you were the one weeping in the middle of the night next to your 6 week old's bassinette, not understanding why this wasn't the happiest moment of your life like it was supposed to be, adding your lack of joy to the long list of "failures" you were

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Edgy cold bleaknesssnarls through the shuttered windows;Bully keeps slammed door shut.I peer through the pane;there's leonine Daffodildaring emergence.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*photo credit: taken this afternoon by Me. It is the first fully-bloomed daffodil in my garden. *Today's Advice from the Bottomless Well of Helpfulness:  if you have a mood disorder and you

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Ah, look at all the lonely peopleAh, look at all the lonely peopleEleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has beenLives in a dreamWaits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the doorWho is it for? ~ The BeatlesBowser and I watched a movie last night. It was filmed in the town in which I lived before I met him. The movie was extraordinary, the acting

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I've been surfing the web today for stuff recommended by my readers. See, I do pay attention to what you have to say.If asked for the good news first, or the bad, I always ask for the bad first. I like to get it over with and move on to a happier note. When I was a kid, scared to death to go home and face whatever godawful thing was going to happen to me when I got there, I would walk backwards

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I've been feeling rather alone lately, not lonely, but isolated with grave concerns and worries about my health. I'm taking a pretty big preemptive strike against my body next month to avoid getting a deadly family curse.  I will be fine; I know I am lucky to be in a place of advance warning, a place of proaction, rather than reaction. I've had some warning signs and some unsettling test results,

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Ben Gibbard captures my thoughts of the last few days perfectly. Not depressed, just stressed. I Will Follow You into the Dark - Death Cab for CutieLove of mine, some day you will dieBut I'll be close behindI'll follow you into the darkNo blinding light or tunnels to gates of whiteJust our hands clasped so tightWaiting for the hint of a sparkIf Heaven and Hell decideThat they both are

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All of my regular readers know of my dear friend Dave, he of Id Eco Super Eco, PsychoNotArt, and, my 15 minutes of fame anthem, The Song of the Schwa, for Sophie. Among his many other talents, he is a kick-ass artist.Two of his designs have been put up for vote at threadless.com:MARY ToDD LiNcolN: dirty girl on the playground andi am bacon, hear me roarIn Dave's words "Threadless.com is an online

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Labels are for cans not people. Love is friendship set on fire. Who one loves is up to them; The heart knows its own desires. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~For some reason, I was only coming up with the heart of each haiku stanza - the seven syllable line. The five syllables at the head and foot seemed forced and unnatural.  So, I went with it. I'm claiming author's prerogative.

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I love games, board games, card games, personal best sort of games. My favorite games are Scrabble, chess, Rummy 500, and Monopoly. However, I'm not your typical game lover. I don't have a competitive atom in my body. Sure, I like to do my best and I'm tickled pink when I conquer an aspect of a game that has eluded me before, but I honest to Goddess don't care if I win or lose. I truly just enjoy

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A few months ago I put up a little post in the Junkies' Wives Club's questioning whether or not Barney or similar children's TV programs encouraged rescuing and enabling in the preschool set, thereby setting our kids up for a lifetime of caring more about other people's comfort zones than their own.  Here's what I wrote:Q. As a mom with two little dudes and a lot of Noggin and PBS Sprout shows on

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Electra hates me;Why? Don't know. Perhaps shethinks I'm Static Foe.Erratic page loads,dead links, SQL errors, oddInstall Now commands.My Compose bar lacksany options besides Font.Italics - hand done.I'm confused, shocked, madUncertain of my technopossibilities.I think of KindleWireless Reading Device-with a cold shudder."Dead tree books" are shunnedby eco-Kindle readers.What of permanence?What if

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Dear Electra, Goddess of Electricity, I fear that I have displeased you somehow in some grave way of which I am completely unaware. Perhaps you feel that my aggressive campaign to reduce the amount of electricity my family consumes is disrespectful to your name. Perhaps you do not think I worship your awesome power with appropriate devotions. In any case, I am begging you to forgive my

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Someone wrote a song FOR ME!!!!! The musical composition is to be found in the philosophical lyrical prose, not in some GarageBand tune. It was carefully crafted by my darling friend Dave who is pathologically obsessed with The Schwa and Psycho Bunnies. He's an artist, an environmental activist, and an all-around interesting fellow. I adore him. Now I adore him even more because he wrote a song

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photo credit by Open Your Heart (who is artist Lisa Chun)on FlickrTo thine own self be true.Happy Valentine's Day.I Love You.

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What is an haiku?What article do I use?Is it a or an? Must it be arty?Or can it be prose with rules?It doesn't rhyme, right? Any subject? Huh.What about rhinoceros?Rhino poetry. The Rhinoceros:Three tons of pig-eyed, odd-toed, kissy-faced grey love. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~photo credit by Californie on Flickr

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Hope Hope is the thing with feathersThat perches in the soul,And sings the tune--without the words,And never stops at all,And sweetest in the gale is heard;And sore must be the stormThat could abash the little birdThat kept so many warm. I've heard it in the chillest land,And on the strangest sea;Yet, never, in extremity,It asked a crumb of me.~Emily Dickinson I’ve been thinking about this poem

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We last left our heroine (me, five years ago) trying to tell her husband that she had talked to the on-call doctor about Depo-Provera and there is a strong link between Depo and depression and suicide. He did not want to hear about it, but instead kept pushing The Committee’s conclusion that she had Borderline Personality Disorder. The Committee consisted of his parents and sister and his mother’

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If you’re still with me, either you are personally involved in this Horrible Month story in some way, or you, my dear reader, are a masochist. I love you either way and I’m grateful for your witness to the beginning and the end – the beginning of my family’s new lease on life and the end of years of undiagnosed bipolar chaos. I’ve been blogging for nine months now, so most of you know how great

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Returning to the Horrible Month... (go to the right if you need to catch up, links are provided in order).I hadn't seen Luigi, who was 2 1/2 at the time of this story, in the eight days since I dropped my basket in a psychotic break and tried to kill myself. Understandably, my husband had reservations about my sanity status since we were still unaware of what was really wrong with me. I had been

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For the first eight days of the Horrible Month I was mostly alone with my thoughts, trying to make sense of why I had tried to commit suicide and formulating a game plan to Fix Myself. My depression issues were obviously out of control, but all of the regular courses of treatment had not been effective; in fact, the anti-depressants seemed to only make things worse. I had seen several therapists

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Now, where was I? Ah, yes, Day 6 of the Horrible Month. When we last left our heroine (me, five and a half years ago), she had left the psych ward after a 4-day stay following a devastating suicide attempt. The attempt was a direct result of a nasty combination of Depo-provera, (an injected long-lasting birth control that has mood destabilizing properties), an anti-depressant which reduces

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We had a lovely holiday this year.  The grown-ups in our family decided that instead of spending a ton of money on each and every other grown-up we would do a Secret Santa. Each grown-up was responsible for only one other adult and had a $75 spending limit. In addition, we did a White Elephant - we could spend $10 on a silly present and then the ferocious stealing/trading began. I love White

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Happy Hannukah!!!!Merry Christmas!!!!Happy Kwanzaa!!!!(this kid's voice is sooooo cute!)A Joyous Boxing Day!!!!A Delightful (Belated) Winter Solstice!!!!And, last, bit not least.  Oh, no, far from least.  Happy Festivus!!!!Wishing each and every one of you a wonderful holiday.Much love,

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When last we left our heroine (me, 5 years ago) she was trying to get into a Partial Hospitalization program offered by her hospital. Her efforts to get into the program on Day Four of the Horrible Month were unfruitful, but she was not easily discouraged from the path she knew was best for her and her estranged husband and darling 2 year old son: the path to wellness - a destination she used to

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photo credit by Blushing Bella on FlickrStormy, windy dayHot tea, warm socks, blanket, fireluscious vampire book.

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I've been double-tagged for the Honest Scrap award by my dear friends Cat over at Wait. What?and Kristen at Progress, Not Perfection. I have to tell you 10 true things about me and then tag 7 folks to do the same thing. Since we all know I'm a nutjob with major trust issues, a sordid past, and a sex addict husband, I won't bore you with that sort of shit. I'll try to be interesting. Try.Here goes

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The story continues.  After the psychotic break, my mind went into adrenaline overdrive trying to hold the shattered pieces of my life together. The overdrive became mania, helped in part by the abrupt discontinuation of my anti-depressants. Bipolar disorder is like starting a long chain of dominoes but with chemical stimuli. Once one of my monoamines is flicked over by a physical or emotional

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This is the continuation of the story of my crisis event, my rock bottom, the spectacular suicide attempt during my psychotic break which finally made a light bulb go on in the doctors' heads & they realized that I was not suffering from the typical form of postpartum depression, nor did I have Major Depressive Disorder. There was something really wrong with me and we needed to figure out what it

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On the hardest daysI look for the brightest lightsHere's my Bright Louis.

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