This is a phrase that is commonly used. Like many of these phrases it’s got a lot of wisdom in it.
But it sounds a little bit like yourvself is a bog that you can start sinking into. And then it’s hard to get out of it
So we can get too deep ruminating and thinking about ourselves and not look at the world around us.
I suppose a good book might do that but it might be also better to go outside if possible
Meeting someone friendly and having a conversation about something other than yourself could be good
Of course sometimes we have to think about problems and ideas and things that we have in our heads to sort them out but if we get overwhelmed then obviously it’s not going to be very good for us
Lots of the time we’re doing things we have to do like our job or looking after family members cooking meals etc. so our minds are distracted.
When I was young I remember distraction was regarded as a bad thing but it’s now regarded as good if you are suffering from chronic pain for example and no doubt for mental health problem is although I don’t really like the term mental health
I’d rather say we’re all struggling with difficulties in our human life in this world some of us are more than others somehow than worse than others but basically it’s just a question of degree. So
When I was in hospital and I was delirious I was convinced that one of the nurses was going to kill me. I thought it might not be true but it seemed very convincing
I didn’t know then that paranoia is very common in hospital patients but it’s horrible nevertheless it’s not so far removed from everyday life
You must remember going to the cinema seeing the film lasting for two or three hours and then coming outside and feeling very weird as if you weren’t related to the environment there anymore but fortunately you would return to normal after a little while.
Everything is a question of degree I think. But when things get to a certain point we might need external help or we might need to do something to get us out of ourselves and into the world.
I’m not sure why but gossip becomes into my mind because that’s what a lot of people do perhaps women more than men sharing information about the neighbors possibly with the idea of being helpful but also it’s a distraction and it’s natural to want to know about other people and what they might be doing or what they have done why they are now imprisoned etc etc
Even having a hot bath could get you out of yourself.
It was raining at Annie went round to Mary’s house next door. How quickly we forget the hot summer she thought to herself privately without telling anybody at all.
Mary was making some tea
Go and sit down Annie I’m just putting the washing machine on before I bring the tea through
The two women sat down in Mary’s drawing room next to her sketch pads paper and her drawing board
So any gossip to share she queried
No I went to the clinic and at my ear syringes and now my hearing is much better but it’s hard to find anywhere that will do it now.
They have referred me to ENT Mary told her mellifluously. They said I need hearing aids but it will be a year before I can
get them because there’s a long waiting list adult suppose the government wants us all to go deaf. I told the audiologist that I can hear music all the time and at first I thought it was coming from somewhere outside but then I realized it’s actually self-generated
Yes you have mentioned it before said Annie.
Does it really bother you?
Not always but my tinnitus is really bad this morning I can hear a very strange noise now.
It’s the washing machine said Annie humorously I can hear this as well.
What a relief that is because sometimes I hear a sound like thunder and lightning.
Lightning ia not a sound!
UB surprised what happened when you’ve got tinnitus and the senses may get confused sometimes
Oh maybe this thunder sounds louder actually is louder when there’s lightning as well.
I don’t know how we can check that without some scientific instruments and there to expensive for ordinary People to buy but it’s possible if we look on Google or duck duck go that there may be reports of experiments carried out in universities or other places I’m sure there’s a lot of research on storms. Why when I was teaching I met someone who had been the first person in Britain to do flood research.
I wonder what sort of noise you would hear if you actually in a flood in your area like your street or your town?
I think we were too worried about safety to worry about the noise.
Emil was so fed up with the conversation that he scratched there is ankle with one of his claws
Whether you are learning something new or trying to switch on a computer that you’ve not used for a long time when should you stop if you don’t succeed immediately?
Well when the adrenaline starts to run through your body you should stop what you’re doing and put it away if possible.
If you must continue wait till you don’t mind stopping and then you can start again but you should repeat this if you get the same problem.
There’s no point killing yourself because your computer won’t start so it’s better to ask for help then if possible
If you’re short of money, I hope you’ve got friends because getting help from people you know is really nice
Paying someone if you can afford it is also good because people have to make a living so don’t be too keen to do everything yourself especially it’s making you a nervous wreck
After the unusual November sunshine, Mary was happy to discover her underwear was dry. She took it into the sitting room to fold up, ready to go into the drawer. Although, by nature, she was very untidy, she did try to keep a bit of order in her drawers. As she sat musing, with the pile of knickers and bras nearby, the door bell rang .Quickly she pushed the heap of lingerie under a large cushion and opened the door optimistically with a brave laugh and a rude cough There stood the Vicar with a beaming yet sultry smile, like a sun ray on Helvellyn in midwinter Do come in. I’ll make some fresh Ceylon tea, she murmured politely She carried in a tray of tea and cake and sat on the sofa, after placing the tray on a small table nearby. Why are you here, Father? she said anxiously as she sucked her thumb and bit her nails That was what God said to Elijah on the mountain, he anwered shyly.Or mayhe it was Jeremiah Well,I am not God but we all wonder now and then why we are here and think we should be somewhere else , like in bed with Leonard Cohen. That never worries me, said the Vicar.I can’t marry a Jew, Leonard Cohen or whoever. So if Jesus was here you would not let him marry your daughter? Even though he was the Son of the Most High? Definitely not.He wasn’t a Christian. And imagine what it would be like when he was never at home helping with the chores, but was fishing in the Sea of Galilee all day.And feeding hungry people.Not to mention getting killed….. But he must have been very loving, Mary muttered nervously God loves those who love themselves, cried the Vicar evangelically. Er, that’s a bit narcissistic,Mary told him .I’ve never heard anyone say it before. Well we ought to love ourselves or why should anyone else love us? For our love of them, our beauty, our minds, our kindness, our humour, our cooking or our money. Yet some a people are sadists and some are masochists. Well, that is unfortunate but, if they are willing, it seems acceptable to me.I won’t criticise them if they enjoy it Suddenly Annie, Mary’s neighbour,ran into the room in her dark purple velvet trenchcoat and shiny green vinyl boots;they matched her eye shadow and contrasted well with her terracotta lipstick and matching earrings, like small saucers from which Emile might drink milk Hi, she shouted.I’m here. Where is that lipstick from, Mary quizzed her pensively It’s by Lambscombe of Wigan and Ilkley. Annie revealed furtively I didn’t know they made lipstick,Mary answered.It’s an unusual colour Is it made from old bricks? I don’t know, Annie cried petulantly.She started to snivel and felt under the cushion in case Mary had left a hanky or tissue there. Her hand reappeared clutching a pair of bright blue lace knickers It was hard to decide who looked more embarrassed ,Mary or the Vicar What’s going on in here, Annie demanded though why should she have the right to know? I’ve never seen them before, the Vicar told her manfully Surely your wife must wear them, Annie said knowingly My wife wears underpants. Well, it takes all sorts,Mary mused.Is your wife a man ? I don’t know.We live a life of utter chastity.We have therefore had no children.We could have adopted I guess. What a waste, Annie whispered. You are a very charming and delightful person.~ I can’t believe you are innocent.You persuaded Mary to take off her knickers so you could play Mummies and Daddies but I came in at the wrong moment. Mary fainted silently onto the rug Emile mewed loudly and rang 999 on his Nokia1
In ran Dave, the fluid gendered, transsexual and well dressed paramedic.
What’s wrong ? Why has Mary fainted and why are there knickers on the floor? Is this an orgy? Why have you called me?
The Vicar went bright red with embarrassment and shock.
No, it seems Mary keeps a pair of knickers near her in case she runs out of tissuesDave made some Ceylon tea in the bijou violet and emerald green kitchen .He used Mary’s art deco mugs to serve it along with some chocolate biscuits he found under the sink.
Mary rose up from the carpet and asked where she was.
Still here,in the EU….until Scotland goes independent and Ireland gets more Troubles and how about Wales getting big idea?
Oh, for goodness sake, shut up.I am sick of Brexit cried Emile.
Where is my tea? Where are my sardines in olive oil?Where is my pudding?
Mary had been reading a new book called,” The Path” by Michael Puett and Christine Gross-Loh.To her surprise, she saw it reviewed on her phone where she read the guardian news
.She had decided to get out of bed on the other side
When she awoke the next day, she remembered her vow.Unfortunately, she forgot she was inside a fleece sleeping bag with a zip on one side only.Should she get some scissors and cut her way out on the other side?Or was that a foolish idea since nobody but she would know she had failed her to keep her first new promise.
She heard a noise and them her friend Annie came in wearing a long satin nightgown and a green velvet trench coat.
How do you like this, she asked Mary?
Mary was very red yet silent
What is wrong, with you Mary?
I need to pee but I can’t get out of bed on the wrong side.
You have no choice, said Annie.You must not wet the bed or die from a burst bladder. Get out on the right side
But I feel a failure on my first day.
Maybe that is your lesson.Accept you can’t do it and get on with your day.
Mary ran to the bathroom.What a relief passing water can be to poor ladies who suffer afflictions in these regions.
Annie went down to the bijou yet complex kitchen and began to make some toast and boil some eggs.She gazed at the peach walls and melon cupboard doors unable to decide if she liked them.Maybe kingfisher blue might have been better.Too late now.Mary could not afford a new kitchen even if this one was really old.At least it was not orange as was common in the 70’s.
Mary came in with her golden hair standing up on end like candlesticks from the Synagogue.
I just got a shock, she said
I can see your hair is standing on end.Was it the electric socket?
No, there was a man looking into the window and I was naked in the bath.
Perhaps it was King David, Annie joked.Why don’t you have frosted glass?
Stan said it would frost itself in the winter.He was the least practical man in the world.
Maybe we could glue artificial frost onto it?
Who was the man, asked Annie her cheeks pinker than her perky pink lipstick by Licumb ; those lips which were so thick and sensual with a lovely curve.
Mary tore her eyes away from these lips.I didn’t have my glasses on, she said.Maybe it was a man from a hot air balloon?
Maybe someone fancies you at last,saidAnnie.
Do you think I’d go out with a man who does things like that?
No, you could stay in with him, Annie joked, as tears of mirth made her green eyeshadow and red mascara stream down her cheeks like rain after a nuclear explosion.No wonder men ran after her in the street.
You could succumb to his charms,Annie whispered.
I think I’d like a man more sensitive than that, Mary screeched.
Well, Mary, you are so lacking in knowledge the art of flirting you only notice men when they do something really wild or unusual
Like what, asked Emile who had just munched up a bowl of dried cat food and was full of energy.
Well, Stan kept pretending he loved reading Newton’s original writings which he bought from some unusual website thinking it would impress Mary. However as he failed O leve; maths 5 times he could not understand it.He sobbed and cried in the public library and Mary was moved by his grief.Later on, though, he became angry at her intellectual talent and took me as his mistress to get back at her.She never even noticed!
I don’t see how having a mistress is a revenge on poor woman who was given her genes by God, said Emile.
Don’t be daft, she buys her jeans from TK Maxx, Annie answered.
And so do all of us.
When doubts and drawbacks struggle in the mind
And certainty seems but a demon dream,
When the faith to love is what no-one can find
For even when asleep, the mind still schemes
When darkness and defeat seem close at hand
And lights dim even as we pray for peace
when wrecks and ruins rile the native sands
When in this life we feel we've lost our place...
Then at the saddest depth we see the light
Surrounding with such warmth,with love adorned.
The path that seemed so wrong now leads us right
And in our hearts, warm feelings are new born
Within each storm there is a calm still eye
From there we see the fiercest clouds blown by
Sacred the love the rose dwells in;
Thorns protect what lies within.
Precious flower designed for bliss
Consummated with a kiss.
Eternity is one moment
When chattering minds are each silent.
The warp and weft of life itself
Has value more than human wealth.
So passive be, with patience blessed
Focus wide and all relaxed
We wait like this with music ‘joyed
So quietly played, all hurt’s destroyed.
The rose by nature of design
Gives peace to both the heart and mind.
And so it is with this green world
Of blossom, bush, and petals curled.
In a storm small butterflies
Dance in spaces small yet blithe.
Between the hailstones., they will live
And of themselves entirely give.
We too find our sacred space
When with nature we embrace.
We like flowers must grow and die.
We fall to dust and thus shall fly.
In the sunlight dust motes dance
As if by brightness full entranced.
We, like them, do not compete
For that love which us completes
For as we’re nothing, we are free
For God made you and God made me.
As we have no pride or will
We trust in One who will fulfil.
Note : self-abandonment, which is a practice of the mystics .is abandonment to God.This desire for self-abandonment can be used by totalitarian regimes to make the crowd do their will.Like other of our desires, it has to be directed rightly.So we move between this passivity and active thought and will which guides us rightly.We must not abandon ourselves to governments or politicians and leaders, especially Popes or other religious leaders.
I took my temperature yesterday morning and it was rather low that is it was about 35.4 centigrade so I thought I’d better take it again in the evening
I looked at the thermometer and it was 41.1 so I talked to myself oh my god I’ve got sepsis!
I was too tired bother ringing anybody like 111.
I took it earlier today and it seemed to give the same reading but when I examined it closely I realized that somehow I had converted the scale into Fahrenheit.
The reading was 97.1 Fahrenheit so beware. I do find it difficult to read certain types of instrument or on various sorts of surface
Mary and Annie had invited a new neighbour for tea.They got out the big teapot and some blue cups and saucers made of china Is there enough milk,Annie enquired? Yes,I’ve got six pints, my finger must have trembled when I was ticking the box for the order Milk keeps much longer now than it used to Annie cried plaintively Maybe the cows are given preservatives .Mary mused You mean the cows eat them,Annie asked? Well, it’s just one possibility,Mary thought out loud Now, where shall Edna sit? You sit on the sofa with her and I’ll sit in this swivelling chair OK,Annie muttered as she shook the door mat and brushed Emile the cat The doorbell rang.There stood Edna in a purple wool coat and red hat Come in,Mary whispered.Let me take your coat Edna went and sat down by Annie while Mary carried in the tea tray Have you had your vaccination yet, she asked Edna gently Oh, don’t talk about it,I can’t bear injections Edna said in an argumentative manner So don’t you have blood tests,is that wise? For God’s sake, don’t mention blood ever or I’ll scream Are you afraid of it? I don’t want to discuss it, nor urine, Edna said as she swigged the tea and filled her cup again I’ll be glad when Donalld Trump leaves,Annie said in an effort to change the subject Why don’t people like him,Edna asked furtively. He is a rich man with a beautiful wife I don’t like people merely because they are rich.Mary informed the ladies I don’t mind them, said Annie, unless they are vulgar, greedy, liars, and sons of the devil That is a very prejudiced view,Edna told her.Everyone is entitled to behave exactly how they want Well,Annie said,I’d like to lie down on the grass over there by the river and have sex with that psychotherapist who lives across the road But it would cause scandal unless lots of people did the same Has your imagined lover got no bed,Mary teased her? I think that’s disgusting , in a an older woman said Edna.I suppose that’s why you have that teal eyeshadow and mascara on not to mention your rose lipstick.I’ve seen it in Harrods I got them in Channel supplies in Birkenhead.They are near the Mersey Tunnel It’s a long way to go,said Edna.How do you get there and why is it nor called Tunnel Supplies I follow a man on Facebook and he often drives up there so I get my car out and keep behind him all the way on the M1 etc Does he know about this? No, he’s not following me on FB any more I wonder why that is, Edna mused with a strange sneer He is paranoid,I suspect No wonder,Mary said.He thinks he is imagining you. I hope his imagination is as pure as the driven snow,Annie answered Well, we’ll never know.Look at Princess Diana….she had many lovers.. I hate her, said Edna viciously Oh,dear. said Mary.Did she hurt you? No, she was cruel to Prince Charles.Her mind was innocent then and she had no repertoire of the sexual arts Many women were virgins when they were single.How would they know such mysteries? They could look at porn,Edna said rudely.. Do you look at porn, Annie asked her kindly? Well,I would if I had a lover,Edna murmured shyly Maybe they should teach it instead of algebra,Mary suggested, though once it was an instinct The parents might be angry,Edna said sadly if their children knew more than them But intimacy is not merely sex,Annie told them politely It’s being able to to reveal yourself to the other person without fear and I don’t mean wearing see through nighties Emile mewed loudly Mother, don’t you wear one.The milkman might see your body I find them too cold anyway,Mary giggled sensibly If I get another man he will have to like wincyette or fleece Well,good luck, said Edna.No English man would want either of you Edna you are very rude,What is wrong with you? I’ve got pre-traumatic stress disorder and there is no cure Well,use your common sense or just keep quiet and sulk silently And so say all of us.
There is no clear diagnosis of an anger disorder, but the psychiatric diagnostic manual does include “intermittent explosive disorder”, which is characterised by recurrent behavioural outbursts representing a failure to control aggressive impulses. This affects 7.3% of the population at some point in their life and 3.9% in the past 12 months.
Anger, however, is a common clinical presentation that features across an array of different mental health problems, such as depression, anxiety, post-traumatic stress disorder, substance use disorders and many more.
If you begin to notice that you are on edge quite a lot, do things that you later regret, are quick to react instead of respond, and that you have people in your life who have told you that you tend to get angry, it might be helpful to do something about it.
Annie went onto Mary’s patio at 10 am and began to water her many tubs.The watering can was filled with rain water though the weather was now a little drier.
Emile ran behind her admiring her tight black jeans from Calvin Klein and her red blouse from Bowlands of Wrath.
Suddenly the bedroom window opened and Mary leaned out. Hi Annie,I have not gone away after all. Why not? asked her caring and dear neighbour Well,I completely forgot because I was out last night meeting a man from Soul-mates and got home so late I slept right through the alarm. A pity you didn’t bring him back,said Annie licking her lips. I can’t bring any man here so soon,Mary informed her.I rang the hotel and cancelled my booking.With the weather so odd even Blackpool Illuminations would not cheer anyone up.I didn’t know which clothes to take either. Isn’t it interesting that as we get better off we get problems like that,remarked Annie. When we were young we had so few clothes we had no trouble packing. Mary laughed.My first year after University I bought two cotton dresses in Woolworth’s.I thought they were ok but later discovered they were almost transparent.Anyway I wore themn But now few women wear dresses.
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Look at you in those jeans and you a pensioner! Annie gazed up to Mary, revealing her thick Revlon skin polish and L’Oreal cream rich foundation in golden grey-beige.Her parted lips were coated in moisture rich coral lipstick by Mussolini and Co. of Argentina and Vienna. Mary was wearing a long nightgown made of pure nylon decorated with photos of cats of all breeds.Emile had given it her for her birthday.He had managed to type it into the google box on his laptop paying with Stan’s credit card from the Bank of Vichy and Nice,France. I want some tea,Mary said.
Soon she appeared in a polyester house dress from Daxon of Paris and the Ruhr. lt was covered in pictures of snakes. Why,those snakes are rather horrible, Annie said. I know snakes are in fashion but I shall avoid them.I saw some trousers in Marks but they might give a man the wrong impression. That is sexist ,Mary told her shyly.They might give a lesbian the wrong impression too. Oh,dear. Isn’t life hard now when we have to be so careful what we say.I wonder if it is because of social alienation and the rapid changes in demographics that we need rules when before we knew all our neighbours and they knew us.With strangers we need more rules. I agree, said Mary defiantly.And I just saw a book called “Compassionate Assertiveness Training”She laughed. Shall we send one to Donald Trump.Can you believe what America is like if a man like that can be President? Well,it’s a democracy so if Satan lived there he could stand if he had the money.. The two women suddenly fell silent.Emile was puzzled as they rarely paused like this once they got going Is he the anti-Christ, purred the little cat. Satan or Donald Trump? asked Annie. Well …. we’ve never seen Satan as yet…But we must watch out in case he comes here to punish the weak and the sick. Well that gave them all a moment of wonder before Mary grilled some bacon and cut some bread from a loaf she got in the Victoria Bakery. Here you are,she said to Annie,handing her a sandwich.Better eat anyway,whatever happens.Give me some hot tea,quick And so pray all of us. For he’s a Bally Woodfiller, He’s a Wooly Sad Triller And all day so are us.
God voluntarily turned himself in at one the governments vans asking illegal immigrants if they want to go home.Lawyers are assessing the cost of shooting God up to heaven from the top of Snowdon or Great Gable. God declined to say how he arrived in Britain though his burkha gave us a clue . She signed in for benefits as Jessy Christ and said she had two husbands.At the time she was labelled as border-line schizophrenic but the Father and the Spirit were found in her council house. helping some beggars to cook a nice dinner.To have a council house in Walthamstow is a miracle in itself God will be getting a reduction in her housing benefit He can sleep in one bedroom if the bed is bigger.The judge says he does not accept that each person in the Trinity needs their own room. Why God came here is not known as yet.Why he stayed is even more puzzling given the native dislike of foreigners and illegal immigrants where ever they come from, However God has been a great burden on the Economy as he has so many children that the Social Services can’t count them.Though many do seem to be employed gainfully or helping the sick and elderly His English is ok grammatically but we were told he has a “foreign accent” and had no papers or identity cards though he did have with him an archangel who spoke English with a Lancashire accent. God has asked that all the Mediaeval Cathedrals be returned to the Catholic Church as his son does not like Anne Boleyn very much and thought Henry V111th was a narcissistic ego maniac with delusions… he We’ll let you know more about the drain on the Economy and whether God caused the Recession in the next day or two.He certainly does move in mysterious ways…..that’s why no-one saw him arrive. Watch out and keep your doors barred in case he tries to move into your house or garden shed with a few companions.You can recognise them by the golden glow around them and possibly their wings.Photos accepted. Britain for the British.Have no mercy.Have no love of your neighbour.Everyone for himself or herself.He has to realise it’s a market society and that he needs PR and an advertising agent and a nationality and passport. Keep Britain free from foreign invasions.
write down and look up the meaning of unfamiliar words, which makes me tortuously slow at reading. I also like to reread certain phrases or sentences and think about them for a while. I enjoy books that are not mainstream too, although one of my favourites has been Orbital,.
Are you a bad enough parent? We’ve heard of good enough mothers through the work of Dr DW Winnicott, but surely mothers need to be bad as well and fathers do but how bad do they need to be?
Murdering their children will be too bad, but never disagreeing with them will be too good
Be bad enough to others to make sure you are respecting your own boundaries you know it makes sense and you read it here first in a similar manner you need your baby to be bad enough because if the baby is too good she will be ignored and made use of by unkind parents
Everybody needs to be a little bit bad enough to preserve their own self while living in this curious unequal society
My husband was in the hospital and he tested positive for TV
That’s all right you can turn him on whenever you like
The surgeon drained my knee with a lozenge. Or was it a Syrian? I wish I’d learnt to read when I was blunder
Did they put a primula in the back of your hand first?
She said your knee is twice the normal size, are you in any discomfort?
I knew my stockings were too tight, so I said, no.
She said, you don’t seem to realize the toll this is taking on me.
So I suggested she should change her job.
I was having a problem distinguishing between myself and other people.
She said, all this pain is bad for you. Would you like a morphine patch on your shoulder?
I said, what about putting it on my bladder I would really like that better
She said I’ve never been so consulted in my satired life. You have to put the patch on your skin on top of some blood vessels
So I said, what about putting it over my heart?
Maybe you could inject it right into my heart directly.
That will be assisted dying and it’s not even legal yet so I will be committing murder.
I didn’t realise morphine was so dangerous. And it can make you feel depressed as well as killing you
Have you noticed now that nearly all the doctors are women and they work part-time and they tell you at 8:00 p.m. in A&E,
stop talking because I’ve got children working for me at home.
Is it my fault if they employ foreigners as underage slaves?
Anyway I think I might be going deaf when I recover from all my ailments I have to go to the doctor and say
I can’t hear you
And she will shout
What?
Modern slavery in Britain a serious things l
By the way there are people here we brought from Africa tempted by the offer of money and they are working as carers being paid the minimum wage and their own money to the company that brought them over claiming their needed it for their visas.
It’s a form of modern slavery in my opinion and it’s disgusting I have met some of them and they are lovely people some are qualified teachers and other professionals
The poverty in their home country is great and the life expectation is not very long but this is no reason to exploit them.
How my heart speaks 