I’ve done a few videos on mental health care and written a blog about my 2017 bullet journal. I’m a believer in the power of the bujo. I’m a convert, but a bujo isn’t for everyone. If it isn’t for you, but you need to up your mental health care game, try making the two trackers I’mma show you in this blog. They’ve been freaking amazeballs goodness when it comes to improving the quality of my life, friends.
Tara and I met five years ago, but we knew one another long before that. We knew one another on a soul level. You know what I mean? People exist in the world who are your soul friends. Eventually, you’ll meet them face to face. The whole time, you’re souls are already connected. Right after I met Tara, I moved about three and a half hours away. Didn’t matter. Not one little bit. Tara was in my life and that was that. Soul friends don’t drift apart.
The first time I heard the words Bipolar Disorder was back in 1996 when I sought treatment from a therapist in Mobile, Alabama. I was convinced I was legit wackadoodle (not an official mental health term, but one I find endearing) on account of some character flaw or maybe I was cursed or maybe it was my lousy, no good childhood. I didn’t know why. I only knew I needed help. Everything bad and terrible about my past was firmly planted in my present which made for a decidedly messy future. Continue reading
It’s now or never, friends. I wanted to share this after the last Presidential debate, but honestly, I was too scared to do it. What will they think? What will they say? Some of them will run away and never read another word I write. I don’t talk politics on my blog! I’m ashamed I was scared because of those reasons, but that’s the truth. Well, y’all. I have to write this before it’s too late.
The past couple of weeks have left many of us wondering why we even use Facebook. We question why some people are on our friends’ list. We’re looking to give and receive love and support, but damn. It’s rough in Facebook Land. Here’s my rule about my personal Facebook page: I don’t want anything going on in that space that I wouldn’t have going on in my own living room. I wouldn’t let anyone invade my real life space in the way people try to invade my personal Facebook page.
Stephanie asked a question during the live chat we did over on the Book of Face last week. I try t o answer it here. I’m sorry, y’all. I let the F word fly a few times. It just comes out every now and again. Don’t tell my mister. Love, B.
Hi, friends! This is the first in a series of videos about mental health care management. Who better to explore it with you than the lady with the Crazies down South Georgia way, right? I truly believe there is a power in sharing, so I encourage you to contact me with strategies you may use or want to explore in future videos. I chose journaling first on accounta it’s my number one go-to for managing my own mental health. I hope this helps you, sisters and brothers. We’re stronger when we’re together. We’re stronger when we speak out, reach out, and help one another. Big love from Lil’ Nashvegas, B.
I know I can…
…live in loving kindness.
…love others. And that doesn’t mean I have to have them over for supper.
…do no harm, but take no shit.
…be generous with my love, my energy, my time.
…protect myself from negative influences.
This isn’t what I planned on writing today. I was gonna finally sit down and explain that whole “shoo fly” positivism, finally articulate the moment it all clicked. I’m still gonna do that, but there’s more here. Something relevant. Something worthy of note. First, lemme tell y’all about what happened last week when I was just going to the utility room, just going to get a Diet Coke out of the refrigerator we keep stocked with drinks. Look, we don’t keep our drink fridge on the carport anymore. We’re gettin’ a little uppity like that.