Emotions and the thyroid gland

How my heart sings

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People with thyroid disorders often have emotional or mental health symptoms as well as physical symptoms. This is especially the case for people with hyperthyroidism (an over-active thyroid), hypothyroidism (an under-active thyroid), thyroid related eye disease, or thyroid cancer.

What kind of emotional problems might I experience?

Whatever your type of thyroid disorder, it can make you feel more emotional than you felt before and you may find that your mood changes, sometimes rapidly and unpredictably. Common emotional problems are:


  • Anxiety – a feeling of nervousness, with butterflies, heart racing, trembling, irritability, sleep difficulties


  • Depression – low mood and difficulty enjoying things, tearfulness, loss of appetite and disturbed sleep
  • Either over-activity or under-activity
  • Mood swings – snappiness or short-temper which people often call ‘moodiness’
  • Sleeping difficulties

What about mental health problems?

Mental health, or cognitive, problems that can occur, most often with thyroid under-activity, include:

  • Difficulties…

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Undervaluing sleep,darkness and reverie

How my heart sings

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At issue here is our inner life. In a chapter called “The Social Divide,” Duff describes the widening gap between sleep and waking consciousness. She briefly traces the history of the marginalization of not only our own subjective experience, but also the mythologies that once provided its context.

“I was most familiar with Greek mythology,” she explained. “[The Greeks] paid a lot of attention to sleep and dreams and how that material is worked in us. I was surprised to find out how my Eastern philosophical traditions had studied sleep. Three or four thousand years [later], we think we’ve just discovered it. But there’s so much folklore and cultural life passed down from generation to generation. Everything that mothers learn from their mothers to promote sleep [like] lullabies.

“With the Enlightenment we sort of erased our awareness. Darkness became aligned with [what] we were tying to…

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Lyra has a bath and Stan entertains his mistress

How my heart sings


Stan was in the conservatory re-watering the cacti and sweeping the ceiling with a new broom.Mary his wife,[or so she claimed],was in the kitchen making cheese scones and bread for their afternoon tea.Their daughter Laura was taking a bath to wash all the blue raindrops from her hair.A peaceful Saturday scene in the Midland town of Knittingham.

Just out of the blue,the doorbell rang.It was Annie their widowed next door neighbour.She was wearing a long blue satin dress with a built in train.”I’m off to London now” she simpered.”Can I give Lyra a lift in my train?”
I believe unless I have strong disconfirmatory evidence, that my daughter is still in the bath.”Stan said defiantly.
Anne entered the house and ran upstairs.There she saw Lyra wrapped in a large blue towel like object.

“Is this a towel?” Lyra asked pertly

.”I have no…

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Cold dogs

Why you should never take a bath ,….,handbags

are enough for most of us

Don’t steal your own bike.Is it even possible ?

Self deception is common as a defence but don’t pretend you are not on a cliff unless you are keen to pay no more tax ever.

Do not eat your neighbours dogs.Export them to China.

Who owns the fence ?

Touch me again

How my heart sings

Hand in colorize

Art by Katherine

When he went away

He went away


I didn’t know where


he had gone

where had he gone?

The call came.:

call came….

Man,white,good health

Has died.

Has died alone

Died alone in an hotel room.

So a stranger would find him.

Man alone;

man alone in hotel room.

there was a man


in his hotel room.

Not wanting to be any trouble.

trouble,no trouble alone

in his hotel room

not his room,you see.

not a shared room…

An hotel room.

Tall man with light brown hair

alone in a small hotel room

with no TV.

We had no smartphones



No,don’t tell , not me ,not yet.

Not me.

He was all alone.

He was behind glass

glass walls


a window of glass.

I could never touch him.

I could not touch him.

not touch,no,never,

Man alone.

Solitary man.

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