My life in Quotes

Joshua: "How's work?" Erin: "Can't complain. Running my team today. I get nervous. Learning curve" Joshua: "Oh... Hun, you got this!" “Inevitably we find ourselves tackling too many things at the same time, spreading our focus so thin that nothing gets the attention it deserves. This is commonly referred to as "being busy." Being busy, however, is not the same thing as being productive.” ― Ryder Carroll, The Bullet Journal Method: Track the Past, Order the Present, Design the Future   Joshua: "I'm looking up quotes about multitasking but everyone seems to have issues with it. So my advice is to just focus on the task at hand and move on to the next." "If they need something and you need something as far as learning, just ask questions." Erin: On her iPhone, loves the quote. In my head slacker... hahaha! Just kidding. Erin: "I love your advice. Now that's legit boss guidance, thanks."

There are 28k members in this group, somethings go passed over. A lot of us are struggling in life. I tend to hide my struggle but if you need some help there are many of us out there willing to listen and give advice. For me I know that this group has to be taken with a grain of salt because we all have so many issues just seeping out. Some really need help and some just need attention, which neither are bad things. I can even relate to a lady in the group who was saying she wanted to leave the group. 28k people with individual problems and similar diseases is overwhelming. Just be patient and don't rely on the group for everything, see your therapist and your doctor regularly if you can. Also I've said it before on deaf ears I feel like, do the next step, "don't feel like getting up, rub your eyes, stretch, get up in your own time, if you don't have plans. Take a shower, something I see we struggle with." Then start your day. Depression is real, anxiety i

OMGRRRD! I never would have thought to make a blog in a million years, so to say. I was diagnosed with bipolar, PTSD, ADHD and schizoaffective disorders. I believe because I was drinking and having an erratic sleep schedule on bipolar meds caused my Dr at the time to diagnose me with schizoaffective disorder. In the last week or so I was declassified as being schizoaffective!! Can I tell you how huge this is, I feel like I wasn't and that it was a misdiagnosis. I have been on such a great path for conquering stigma and living my best life possible. I love quotes, they help spark my creativity and this one is from a favorite book: “When you come out of the grips of a depression there is an incredible relief, but not one you feel allowed to celebrate. Instead, the feeling of victory is replaced with anxiety that it will happen again, and with shame and vulnerability when you see how your illness affected your family, your work, everything left untouched while you struggled to sur

The Rock A man walked down a winding road, Clutched in his hand a smooth rock. He thought about his day and said nothing. He was covered in ashes and so was his rock. His rock was from the room in his daughter’s room. It was her pet rock. He was alone in Pompeii or so he thought. The volcano it spewed and he ran to the sea. He ran to escape his life. The volcano took it all away. His friends and family all a memory. He sat down on the pier and slid into the water. Wading a path to the nearest boat. Still clutching that smooth rock. What man runs from history. No man can escape history, Unless they chose to never be remembered. He left a world behind that was remembered. He will not. We only know from the great historians. We only know from the excavations. You know, Time will tell if we run or we fall. Will we be remembered at all. I wrote this for myself. It was an ode to my love of history and how I have overcome so much in my life.

Bipolar robs you of that which is you. It can take from you the very core of your being and replace it with something that is completely opposite of who and what you truly are. Because my bipolar went untreated for so long, I spent many years looking in the mirror and seeing a person I did not recognize or understand. Not only did bipolar rob me of my sanity, but it robbed me of my ability to see beyond the space it dictated me to look. I no longer could tell reality from fa ntasy, and I walked in a world no longer my own.” ― Alyssa Reyans, Letters from a Bipolar Mother I feel for me this is partially true, I lost my identity which in reality didn't matter. Being diagnosed at 19 years old with bipolar, teens and young adults, many don't know who they are any more or are searching for themselves. I didn't start realizing who I was still about 23 years old and started going back to school. I feel like sometimes we are a bit dramatic which is the gift and curse from having