Showing posts with label Anger. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Anger. Show all posts

Monday, April 8, 2013

Perhaps, Ugly

We checked into the hotel this evening, and was only in the room a brief time before heading out to meet Baby Brother at a local Thai restaurant in downtown Minneapolis (Ginger Hop). We only had time to run a brush through our hair to fix our ponytail, but in those brief seconds we saw more of us, on the outside, than we have in months.

We don't own a full length mirror. When we lived at The Mother's for the last year we didn't have a full length mirror. She doesn't own one. We have two very small mirrors in the house; and a dresser mirror still waiting from it's year and a half in storage to be rejoined with its lower half.

Thinking very little about the feeling in the mirrors we left the hotel, returning hours later.

Standing in front of one of the mirrors we began to disrobe, and dread grew with each layer, while sadness and disgust began to shroud us.

Things we haven't seen in many months. Our naked body.

Despite attempts at losing the weight we have put on over the last year; the 4 to 5 days on the elliptical for 75 minutes at a time, burning an average of 850 calories a session; the cutting out bread almost completely for over a month; the reduction of calories in general...

Ugly. Standing in front of the mirror, ugly. Naked, all of our naked, body and mind. The battleground of our brain, screaming, ugly, from the inside out.

Perhaps it's impossible standards of self, set by having loved the thinness of our body at the most recent sickest part of our life. Perhaps, having gone so long only exposed to the bareness of our thoughts, baring our brain, naked for the world to read.

Luckily hours from now we may awake, and pull the towels and coverings from the mirrors placed there by James in an attempt to calm us, and we shall be someone else, someone who doesn't feel like dying; and stepping outside into the world, we'll pretend we are normal, hide our body beneath clothes, and the horrors of our mind behind our sealed lips. And be beautiful.

Perhaps.

E, C, C, I, F

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Our Guest Blogger Writes About Anger


We are infinitely lucky that when we just don`t have the words in us for a decent blog entry (for days), we have a guest blogger who has had our back over the last year.

Most people who have been reading this blog awhile are familiar with the guest blogging of Kerry Stott, who works for the NHS in the field of mental health (England's National Health Service), and is a published author, friend, and so much more. (check out her website: http://kerrystott.com/)

We deal with a lot of anger in our day-to-day life (some days more than others), much of it is released on pages of empty Word documents, filtered into poetry and other literary genres, and released in the form of art (painting, drawing, graphic design), on days we can manage; like with many of our emotions.

We own our anger as much as we can, at least on the days we understand where it is coming from (not always the case)...we think; and, like Kerry, we understand it to be a healthy emotion if used constructively.

In any case, we'll let Kerry cover the rest... 
Anger


I am angry.  I am an angry woman.  I think I was born this way.  I feel my rage course through my veins like acid, and like acid it corrodes all good feelings and erodes all the kind words that I have inside me.  I try to keep a lid on it, I try to suppress this angry demon that rules my head, heart and thoughts but sometimes it is uncontrollable and it rips its way out of me through my words and actions, leaving me feeling shame faced afterwards.

I rediscovered that I was an angry person 5 years ago when I was diagnosed with breast cancer.  I had spent many years deliberately making my short fuse longer and longer until people, even those who knew me well, didn't know I had a foul temper.  Anyone who is placed under enough stress will revert back to type - be that angry, needy, shy; whatever type.  Since that time, I have been able to control my temper but not to the same extent that I was able to pre-cancer.  Is this a bad thing?  Is being angry so terrible?

Letting people know that I am angry certainly helps me get my point across at work.  When I am in big meetings I am able to channel it and focus it to a positive end.  Letting my family know that I am feeling angry (preferably before I explode) allows them to give me a wide birth.  Personally treating me with kid gloves when I have a stomp on is not a good idea because it then gives me the message that this type of behaviour is ok, which it is not.  We have come up with a system of me letting them know when I am angry and then going and working out, normally kick boxing, until the anger subsides, that is how I control it.  It may work for some but not for others.

Why do we get angry and what purpose does it serve?

I was taught that anger is a secondary emotion.  We are always angry because of something.  This might be fear, shame (a very powerful emotion), worry, humiliation, someone having a different moral stance to your own.  All of these, and other reasons perpetuate and propel an angry emotional response.  I spent the first 2 years of my nursing career working in prison and there were a lot of angry men there.  The type of anger that they displayed was destructive and would eat them up, consume them without them realising that they were throwing away family, friends, and opportunities because of the anger.  We ran an anger management course and there was a thinking skills program within the prison but I found that none of this worked.  Both programs used a cognitive behavioural approach.  Some of the mental health team felt that the anger management did not work because the prisoners' personality was already set and that by that stage there was nothing that could be done. I felt that this was a rather doom and gloom perspective.  I do not think that anything is hopeless or beyond help but perhaps I am just an optimist.  On the other hand, what was the motivation to join and participate in the group?  Generally they would go on these courses so that they could tick off a box for their probation officer, so I guess that their motivation to change was not as strong as it could be.

So if a cognitive behavioural therapy apparently has limited success, what does work?  Well, the first thing that has to happen and this is a given no matter what approach you try, is that you would have to want to change.  You have to want to change, to not want life to carry on how it is.  Once you get to this stage, then, and only then are you open to ideas.

"When we are upset, it's easy to blame others. However, the true cause of our feelings is within us. For example, imagine yourself as a glass of water. Now imagine past negative experiences as sediment at the bottom of your glass. Next, think of others as spoons. When one stirs, the sediment clouds your water. It may appear that the spoon caused the water to cloud - but if there were no sediment, the water would remain clear no matter what. The key, then, is to identify our sediment and actively work to remove it." - Josei Toda

Since starting to write this piece I have asked my twitter followers on whether they think that it is acceptable to be 'that' angry.  I have been very interested in their responses.  Some people have described the type of anger that I have written about above.  The all consuming rage that destroys people.  Others have described anger that motivates and pulls people out of a situation.  One person described about having the best rugby games when they were angry as it propelled him to play a greater game.  Another described that greats act of heroism on the battle field are a mixture of fear and anger.  I know that when a family member was not receiving the level of care in A and E I thought that they should be getting, I (very politely) went off at the deep end and then they got the care that they needed. So anger can be a useful tool.

This leads me to wonder when it is appropriate to be angry and how that can be shown in public?  It is socially acceptable for a mother to be angry and aggressive when her children are in danger.  Father's are allowed to be angry if their family or home is threatened.  Violence is often tolerated or at least not frowned upon in these circumstances.  Where the line is between being angry when it is acceptable and when it is not is very situational and differs greatly from person to person. 

As a group we make judgements based on ‘gut’ reactions, on what feels right; generally without exploring it further.  Mostly these ‘gut’ reactions are layers of morals and norms that we have been taught as being ‘right’ over the course of our lifetimes.  Whether these are right or not is subject to introspection and reflection.  I suspect that a country’s laws are a good guide for what is acceptable. However, this blog is, by its nature, too brief to fully explore societal norms for ager as they differ from culture to culture and from one country to another. 

If, as an individual, you suddenly find that friends avoid you, that people don't want to hang out with you or point out that you are a foul tempered grumpy old bastard, I would think that this is a rule of thumb that you may need to do something about your anger. Having supportive family and friends is great but when it comes to anger...sometimes I think honesty is the best policy as most angry people that I have met don't know how their anger affects others around them. There are anger management programs out there, plenty, but like I said before, you have to want to stop being that angry person.

Kerry x (@kerrystott)

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Other guest entries by Kerry...

Saturday, April 21, 2012

A Saturday Running Post

11:24am GMT (UK time)
Running low on funds and nowhere to go for the night. Would have been great to have this information an hour before we're checking out of the hotel with a late checkout...but you know...who needs details. Too bad he didn't get the last two contract offers. Today is going to be fucking great. Did we mention a fucking raging headache. Great times. Panic attacks are fun, yes? Stop moaning up there.


2:50pm
After a long walk and some fresh air, keel is a little more balanced. Forgot our favorite pair of earings,the tiny elephants grandma gave us long before most of us can remember, at the hotel. Hopefully they find them and hold them for us. Still not sure what is going on, but it was nice to have the last few days of relative stability. There's been a Brooke appearance. This is not going to make the day any better, but hopefully not any worse.


4:48pm
Unexpected vehicle expense. (two front tires replaced that had worn to the meshing on the inside walls) Makes us happy we didn't drink that cheap bottle of wine last night. It will make a delicious dinner.


5:42pm
Checking into The Shinning hotel from last weekend. Too late in the day to go visit the alpacas and baby goats. We'll keep an eye out for little boys on Bigwheels and creepy twins in the hallway. RedRum.

Monday, January 23, 2012

An Angry Angry Rant

*Please note, a separate entry was made on our travelogue today: Worth The Weight In Pounds?


An unexamined life is not worth living for a human being. ~ Socrates.

Right off. I cussed a lot in this entry. I, me, Cassandra usually don't like to cuss much. But..well...this is just a filthy angry entry.
I had a great post about anger running through my head this morning, mostly because the pain in my neck, back and hips was making me see red and I could not sleep after a few hours of laying in bed, so all I had was time to lay and think, words running through my head, rolling and repeating in waves, trying to stick so that later, when I could get to a laptop and type without freezing my fingers, they could travel onto the page smoothly. Didn't happen. We wandered around the city this morning with James, our third day here, before heading to the library to write, and I just ended up getting pissed off at the lack of spatial awareness people have, and lost most of our entry into the cloudy English sky. And the rest dissipated with increasing anger trying to suppress our rage at loud and rude people in the library.
I'm feeling quite angry today. It shows on our face, according to James. We hope he realizes it doesn't have much to do with him. I adore him a lot, and don't like when he thinks I am upset at him when I am not.

Anger is viewed as a negative, generally...especially when people don't really understand it. (American Psychological Association: Anger http://www.apa.org/topics/anger/control.aspxThe Other Girl spent almost her entire life trying to control as much of our anger as possible, keeping it in, absorbing it...not surprisingly, since she is now gone, it's managed to seep out, the damn broke a little over a year ago, and now it's ours...to roll in and learn about. We are not thrilled, as a whole. It's spreading across our personalities, for some of us it is an uncomfortable feeling, a foreign emotion, and it makes us uneasy.
Anger. It can bubble up to the surface, it can come from physical and mental ailments, from displeasure with ones situation in life, from 
atrocities done to, and by others, whether they be in close relationships, in ones own country, or the world in general...or it can come from dealing with just plain ignorant fucking people.
It's not uncommon for people to cause anger in others just by being themselves 
(you only need to read Twitter to get a glimpse of that reality). In our opinion, the people who get angered by others view the public, those people they are angry at, at best, as sheep...and the very best...lemmings. Why lemmings at the very best? Mostly because lemmings will follow all the rest over a cliff, and sheep, well, sheep will stand there and let you herd them, no questions asked. And who wouldn't love to watch a cascade of lemmings over the edge of a cliff.
The irony, of course...
In both of these examples, sheep, lemmings, are living beings, lets call them humans, who walk around in a state of bliss, not paying attention to anything, doing as they are told, or whatever the status quo of normal is, believing everything they are told; and while they may be self absorbed, they do not have any inquiry into life, or themselves....they are only concerned with their superficial well being as it pertains to a very immediate surface, they do not try to search for reason. For example, they do not encounter an angry person and think "Gee, they must have something bad going on in their life to be so angry. I wonder if they are okay."...rather they think "Why is he angry at me?!" Like it's all about them. People usually don't give a fuck unless they think it has something to do with them, or will affect them negatively, and why should they? Really. But they shouldn't be surprised about the anger of people who do give a fuck about a lot of things, or have a lot of personal reasons to feel anger. It's a natural emotion of a healthy human being.

Some people, of course, go about life being angry for no reason. They are not in pain, physically or mentally (
other than the anger itself), they have had a relatively normal, easy life, are not angered about the happenings of the world (because they don't even know what is going on) are economically comfortable as far as most people in the world would conclude and are probably just a self-entitled brat. 
Sorry.
I are not here to rage on the spoiled. Some would definitely consider us spoiled, and we would be a boob to disagree 100%, we can afford travel...mostly because we try not to spend money on things we do not need (excess clothing, drugs, alcohol, restaurants, entertainment) - it doesn't always work, this time it did, but the mere fact that we had a choice on what to spend our money on, that makes us a bit spoiled.


Anyway, people who are angry for absolutely no reason are generally assholes (
and yes, sometimes we are an asshole) and should probably do some work on trying to figure out why they are a miserable sod. That was the eventual point to all of what was rolling around in the hurricane of a brain system this morning. Every day can't be coherent.

Yeah. This entry did not go exactly where I wanted it to. Fuck. Perhaps I am just agitated because it feels like someone had a punching war with our back, the pain radiating into our knees, up into our neck. I don't deal well with pain, and it's always worse in the cold. 
Perhaps I am just ranting spoiled angry girl rants - I am not usually the angry one, I don't like being angry - because I miss our bed, our beautiful pillow top king sized bed we were luckily enough to purchase a few years ago, a splurge by The Other Girl, because people spend a third of their life in bed (some more than others, of course), and a good bed is paramount to good health, and because our chronic pain already sucks the life out of us some days, a good bed does wonders for our mental health. I'm not meaning to sound ungrateful for the bed James has provided us at his flat (a ten year old queen sized, no box spring...I swear at least one spring is broken on my side), we are grateful we are with him here in the UK in the first place. These are just matters of fact. 
I'm whiny. I'm more whiny than the rest of us. There's another fact. Sorry. Probably. For being me.
My head feels all fucked up.

We'll have internet soon at the flat...a great rate too. That's what we wrote about in the entry we mentioned at the top of this one...
Worth The Weight In Pounds? 

~A very disgruntled Cassandra (& et al)

Thursday, December 15, 2011

Some Days...

Some day's it's a revolving door...if life didn't suck so much on a inner-interpersonal level we'd probably try to figure out our patterns...but we can't even keep thoughs straight sometimes. (and that means some days, when the mood moves us, you get more than one blog post to read, like today)

At least one of us is growing weary of Twitter, we love the real people...it's the fake ones, and the ones who are fucking bitches and assholes, who have no scruples, like the horrid people around every corner of real life who spread evil because they are full of hate (or like that horrid cunt who attacked us at the begining of the week) that make us want to fry some bitch in a car fire.
You don't talk to us, or ANYBODY, like that.

*deep breath*

We know that makes us hypocritical, an eye for an eye would make the entire world blind, but in a world where evil goes unpunished, and victims are blamed...fuck that. It makes us want to be a vigilante.

Anyway, so if we seem a little brash these days, it's because Fuck.You. fake people - you trying to say Twitter isn't this, Twitter isn't that...Twitter is whatever you make it, so if you want to be a miserable cunt, and make it a miserable place, then you go ahead, but keep the amazing people, and us, out of it, because YOU.DON'T.KNOW...and you don't care...about anything but yourselves. You self-ritesous fucks. I'm so tired of people.

~Sam & et als

Yeah...now there's the insane rambling.

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

We Ramble...Haven't We Done This Before?



We're in an terrible bad mood...bordering on evil. Some days we like it, some days we don't. Today it's mixed with anxiety, and anger... frustration...and a feeling of impending doom. We woke up with, and spent most of the day with, some wicked headaches.

We didn't write yesterday, we know. Instead we played a ToD (That's Tweet of the Day - it's a Favstar thing <-that link takes you to Favstar) on Twitter with our friends & followers, and played a couple of races on Mario Kart (we bought a Wii last weekend!) - meanwhile...there is info over to the right, we're going to add all of our user ID's (for each game, that is) so our online friends (almost the only friends we have) can play some Wi-Fi enabled games with us - the list of what we have so far is over there on the right, below the Bloggers Choice voting spot.

Speaking of The Bloggers Choice Awards, if you have a minute, could you vote for our blog? In as many categories as you see fit (there are four that fit our blog)? It would be pretty cool...though the competition is stiff...and we have no idea how to generate votes yet. Maybe next year...or in a couple of weeks, when we move; yeah, we're moving, we've written all over the blog about it the last couple of weeks...check out some of our recent writing and find out about from where, why; and to where...or generally to where [we're not ready to admit/reveal our location(s)]...and we're going to go on an adventure next year...lots of changes, lots of changes...

Speaking of, our doomed feeling is being facilitated by The Boyfriend...who is totally freaking/stressing out about us moving him to the states with us in a few weeks...it looks like it's going to be a lot of work...or work around...a headache really. He's worried they won't even let him in the first time, for three months, let alone ever and for any real length of time.

We're trying to keep him calm, but it's hard, you know? We have a lot of stress, we have to evict our tenants, who we wrote about on Sunday...sometime in the next couple of days. We were told we are only required to give them 24 hour notice, due to a month-to-month lease and them not paying their entire rent for the past two months; but likely we'll give them a week. We also hope to be able to get a police escort to the house to serve the papers...if you've read about Sunday you know why.

Good news though, the police recovered our video camera that the last tenant stole and tried to pawn, unfortunately none of the other things that were stolen, like our paintings and power tools... Sadly we found out the backdoor of the house that's been broken since the previous tenant took off was broken by the cops in a search warrant raid...something about drugs. In any case that means the city should be responsible for fixing that, hopefully...but also means we're going to have to go talk to some city official. This is stressful. This is all stressful.

Friday is our last day of work, holy shit are we excited about that, but then we have loads and loads of stuff to do, utilities to cancel on two properties, a real estate agent to hire, the house to clean...and fix...because the low lifes who have lived there in the last year have turned the place to a shit hole; plus packing up our apartment...getting the medical papers for the cats in order...we have a huge list (that we've been working on while we work).

So...we don't know. We're like an anxiety attack waiting to happen...no side of panic. Panic isn't our thing...at least I don't think so; it's not mine anyway.

Our system mix today/onight is erratic...we're going to go do some shopping (printer ink)...and maybe order pizza...not particularly hungry, but we haven't eaten much today...

~Catherine & Sam (and we're "et al" like crazy tonight...we feel bad for James/The Boyfriend)

Monday, September 26, 2011

We're Just A Bitchy Bitch


We've just been a bitch all weekend.

We're not sure what The Boyfriend/James is writing about tonight for his second post of the day on his blog, but he did mention that it's brutal.

As we explained to him we'd rather it be the brutal painful truth than a comfortable painless lie.

Anybody who knows us knows we are not fond of liars, we've had WAY too many of them trample through our life...all lying does it hurt people more, when the truth finally comes out.

Sure, sparing feelings is different, but our goal of cutting ourselves open and showing the world as much of "our insides", and educating, or ...what's the word for it...showing them what mental illness, specifically this one, looks like; and now with The Boyfriends assistance, the ugly outside; would be a lie if he acted like life with us was easy.

He must have a wish to live a life of torture, because most of us cannot believe that as good, and fun, and loving and hilarious as some of us may be, that the others of us who are far less so, are worth a lifetime (theoretically) of putting up with our bullshit.

We are under a lot of stress, and in a lot of pain, and The Boyfriend/James knows this; we can only hope that when the stress of selling the house (our house, and he's helping us) and packing up our belongings and trekking back to live in The Mothers basement will ease some of our anger, frustration, & childish outbursts.

We know us, and yes, we know are no picnic, but we also know we are better than this.

There is just so much to do in so little time, all we want to roll into a ball, hide under the covers and just get to the part where it's all over, where we have time to re-plan our life, yet again.

Not the greatest post today, we know. We're exhausted. We're frustrated. We didn't want to write a damn thing today, collectively, none of us wanted to write...but those are the rules, our rules, and we try to stick with them...someone here knows why...

Want to read something more interesting?

Some of our writing on this blog we like to promote (consider them highlights), these are those entries since mid-January 2011. There are bits of writing in this blog that we do not actually promote but here are highlights of what we have written so far this year that we want to share. There are some repeated under different subjects because some blog entries deal with more than one subject matter.



The Mental Health Entries:
Dissociative Identity Disorder/Multiple Personality Disorder