A Sunday postcard…

Here are some of the posts I’m planning for this coming week:

An update on Angela who returned from her whirlwind trip to San Francisco on Friday night. It’s time to report on how she’s faring as she begins the last days of her electroconvulsive therapy treatment course. Will she need maintenance ECT treatments? How is her memory?

BTW, she had a great time away. Went to two concerts, toured Alcatraz, and did a little gallery hopping. She thoroughly enjoyed that glorious city. I spoke to her the minute she walked in the door and will speak to her again, today. She mentioned that her memory was still a little “troublesome,” but certainly no worse. Perhaps even a little better. Her short four-day holiday seems to have done her a world of good. She sounded energetic and buoyant.

We’ll see.

Psychiatric  polypharmacy ~ a subject close to my heart.

Continue with our ongoing exploration of Psychological Resilience.

Dr. Ron Pies has generously given me a paper to read and sent along this abstract, in addition several other sources and a book.

Plus he shared his wisdom, culled from years of experience.

“Psychological ‘resiliency’ or ‘learned optimism’  …  is  a hot topic these days,” he said. “I do think people can learn to be resilient, though I also think there are more or less resilient temperaments as a result of genetic and environmental constraints….Some of this literature overlaps with Albert Ellis’s REBT philosophy (Rational Emotive Behaviour Therapy, which is essentially teaching people to be resilient. His book (with Robert Harper) A Guide to Rational Living is a classic.”

Once again, thank you, Dr. Pies. You will be hearing from him often here.

He is a Professor of Psychiatry at SUNY Upstate Medical University in Syracuse, NY and also Clinical Professor of Psychiatry at Tufts University in Boston. He is also the author of several psychiatric textbooks, as well as Everything Has Two Handles – The Stoics Guide to the Art of Living, which I keep returning to and keep beside my bed. Also, a charming and insightful collection of poetry, Creeping Thyme; an evocative, haunting, yet humourous book of short stories, Zimmerman’s TefillinI savoured every page and regretted finishing it and many others.

He is also Editor-in-Chief of Psychiatric Times, a peer-reviewed professional journal.

Dr. Pies wears many hats and he is a true polymath, a prolific writer and a wise and brilliant man. He has become a treasured friend and mentor, and I consider him to be our resident expert.

Finally, I will post on anything you that interests or intrigues you. Just let me know. You can find out how to reach me on the Contact page of this site.

And consider subscribing, too. That way, you won’t miss a thing.

Stay tuned. Have a great Sunday. Today, I’m marking.

Wish you were here!

Cheers,

sln

“Blessed are the cracked, for they shall let in the light.” ~ Groucho Marx

Surprise me?

I’ve just changed a personal setting here and I have no idea what it will do to this blog.

We’ll find out. That’s what this feature is all about. But apparently, we have to wait.

And, if you want to know a truth about me? I like the unexpected. It revs up my adrenalin.

Handling surprise is all part of resilience training, as far as I’m concerned. Dealing with serendipity in your life ~ the things that hit you out of the blue. Changes that may throw you off your track a bit. Not chaos. Not severe stressors. Not calamity.

Just those little blips that come your way unexpectedly and throw you off your stride and cause you to lose your balance. They may demand a little correction. Who knows? Depends on the nature of the surprise.

Now, this new feature is guaranteed to do this and it’s such a surprise that the powers-that-be at WordPress are not revealing anything about what this surprise will look like. Honest. I haven’t a clue.

But I like adventure, some kinds of adventure. So, let us see. If I hate it, you’ll know.

And if you hate it, please let me know.

On the other hand if it tickles your fancy and makes you come back for more, terrific. I love lots of traffic here.

So, I’m waiting, WordPress.

Surprise me. Surprise us!

Cheers. Have a great weekend, what’s left of it.

Speak soon!

“Blessed are the cracked, for they shall let in the light.” ~ Groucho Marx

What a week…

Last week at this time, this place, right here, was just the seed of an idea in my imagination – for our own new blogging community. Untethered and unmoderated.

It was a vision, unformed, a mirage. Could we start again, I wondered. Is it possible to keep the continuity of our community going without a break? Seamlessly.

Is there time?

I didn’t think it could be done. I teach, too. I’m marking final papers like mad.

Nevertheless, I filed my doubts away and kept moving forward, one foot ahead of the other. Determined to make this transition cyclical and smooth.

And guess what? Anything is possible.

Today, seven days later, we’re here. Our newborn – or reborn – legs are wobbly, but we’re upright. In motion.

My back is aching, but I’m hopeful. And hope, in the last analysis, is all any of us can ever wish for.

Promise. Possibility. Potential. Evolution. New beginnings.

So, here we are. On our own.

Please accept my profound gratitude for having faith and seeing this new community come into being with me. For swallowing your shock and staying the course. Together, who knows what we can accomplish or where we can go or even where we’ll end up?

Here, perhaps we can be even stronger, certainly more responsive without imposed constraints. Free.

So, goodnight. Have a restful sleep.

Speak soon!

“Blessed are the cracked, for they shall let in the light.” ~ Groucho Marx

Musings on resilience ~ a continuing story

I think I’m living resiliently right now. Does that make sense?

Certainly, this last week tested my “resilience” quotient and I think I passed muster.

Consider this.

EXACTLY ONE WEEK AGO TODAY…

I was sitting right here in front of my trusty iMAC, blithely writing my  second anniversary post for my blog Coming Out Crazy at The Toronto Star‘s Healthzone.ca. Within hours of filing it and waiting for my editor, Brandie Weikle to publish it, she called me with what she described as “devastating news” ~ the powers-that-be, her superiors, had decided to discontinue my blog.

She wanted to know if I wanted her to publish what I had written before learning of this news.

“Yes,” I remember saying instantly. “Why not end on a high!

“But I want to say good-bye in a separate post, next week,” I added.

I WAS STRANGELY CALM ~ STRANGE FOR ME

I was strangely calm. Very unlike me. I quickly made a few calls. Sent a few emails. Started thinking about that last post, which I titled, Epilogue. Then, I threw myself into revising my life. Marking my students major essays. And looking to the future.

I knew, then, I simply had to launch this new blog from my old one. That meant I had four days. I had no idea how that could happen or if it could happen, but I didn’t think about that. I just barreled on. Now, looking back, it was a real “trip” going through the process.

In four days, we were up and running. I did it with four hours of help  from Tony Koch, a patient and resourceful website support provider. He stressed that my having worked on TypePad for two years helped. I was comfortable. Willing to try things on my own. I’ve never been afraid of pushing buttons.

I did not want to break the continuity of communication, the centrepiece of any community. And that’s what we are or what I see us as being. A team. With a mission. (I’ll post more about that at a later date, but soon.)

I’m not sure, but wouldn’t you say, that’s resilience? You tell me.

“RESILIENCE” CAN BE VIEWED THROUGH MANY LENSES

In the meantime, I have found a definition that fits with my philosophy of “resilience” ~ and it’s humanistic.

I’m just at the beginning my search for a deeper understanding of this concept. I believe there are both psychological, philosophical and emotional lenses through which you can view “resilience” ~ and perhaps, even genetic. And more. I don’t yet know. I’m researching.

I suspect “resilience” is going to be an ongoing theme, here. Life tests your resilience every moment. Whether you’re driving in heavy traffic or coping with this time of year… tax time!

I found a description of resilience that seems to suit me for the moment. I know I’ll find others.

ONE DEFINITION FOR RESILIENCE

It’s by a psychologist and researcher James T. Neill. He lectures full-time  (while completing his doctorate) at the Centre for Applied Psychology at the University of Canberra, Australia. He cites another definition for “psychological resilience” that is certainly connected, but I view “resilience” as being able to turn your adversities to your advantage.

Here’s what he says on his website:

In humanistic psychology, resilience refers to an individual’s capacity to thrive and fulfill potential despite or perhaps even because of  (psychological) stressors.

(According to Neill, these stressors or “risk factors” are often experiences of major acute or chronic stress – death of someone else, chronic illness, sexual, physical or emotional abuse, fear, unemployment and community violence. Essentially any situation that has the potential to throw your life into chaos.)

Resilient individuals and communities are more inclined to see problems as opportunities for growth.  In other words, resilient individuals seem not only to cope well with unusual strains and stressors but actually to experience such challenges as learning and development opportunities.

Whilst some individuals may seem to prove themselves to be more resilient than others, it should be recognized that resilience is a dynamic quality, not a permanent capacity.  In other words, resilient individuals demonstrate dynamic self-renewal, whereas less resilient individuals find themselves worn down and negatively impacted by life stressors.

A DAZZLING EXAMPLE OF “RESILIENCE”

When I think of “resilience” the first person who pops into my mind is athlete, model, actress, author, inspirational speaker, Aimee Mullins.

In 1976, she was born with fibular hemimelia (missing fibula or calf bones) and she had to have both her legs amputated below the knee at the age of one. Her story is stunning and what a dazzling example of  ”dynamic self-renewal” ~ have a look at one of her most compelling, recent TED.com talks.

Titled The Opportunity in Adversity, trust me, it’s well worth 21 minutes and 58 seconds of your time.

And in the spirit of brevity, I’m going to stop, here, for now. Don’t worry, I’ll be returning to this subject, often. It’s going to be a theme because you can learn to be more resilient, according to what I’m learning.

I’m also discovering that resilience is a complex and rich area of investigation and one of the most powerful tools of mental health recovery and empowerment. So, stay tuned.

WHAT ARE YOUR STORIES OF RESILIENCE? SHARE THEM…

And most important, let me know your thoughts and experience with resilience. Or where you would like to focus in learning more about resilience. In other words, share your stories. In the comments. You know, I live for your comments. We all do, I believe, in this community of ours.

We can all learn from each other.

Speak soon.

“Blessed are the cracked, for they shall let in the light.” ~ Groucho Marx


“My baby”…

My friend and fellow blogger, Susan, of If You’re Going Through Hell Keep Going, calls her blog “my baby” and when I first heard this, I couldn’t quite fathom what she meant.

Now, I’m beginning to understand.

I came in a few minutes ago, simply to shut down all my applications, but before I did, I just wanted to check here to see if there was any “action” and by that I mean “comments.”

ABOUT PSYCHOLOGICAL RESILIENCE

Then, one thing led to another, and here I am again. I am thinking about my next serious post. All the stuff up now is window dressing and introductory stuff. Necessary, but not very important in the scheme of things.

I’m going to do some research on psychological resilience. Is it a buzz word or does it have meaning for us. Is there psychiatric resilience? I’m curious.

I never thought I was very good at handling change, but I’m beginning to believe we can change that, too. Though it takes practice and mindfulness and determination. Serious work and a certain ability to willingly suspend disbelief as English Romantic poet and philosopher William Taylor Coleridge wrote back in the 18th and early 19th Centuries.

Essentially, what he was talking about, I think, was “poetic faith.” That’s a real oversimplification, but the gist – and this is a stretch – is to envision where you want to be and then work like crazy to reach that destination. Even if you don’t arrive at the exact spot, invariably you’ll be closer than you were before and certainly farther ahead than when you started. You would be much better off, for sure, if you had taken another course and said, “I can’t do that, so I’m not even going to bother trying.”

LIVING LIFE BY “WILLING SUSPENSION OF DISBELIEF”

The point is, you have to believe in what is essentially imagined if you want to change. That’s the dynamic behind all change-making. Especially social change. To believe things can be better and then set your sights there and work like hell to that end. I’ve always lived my life that way. I’ve never considered myself to have a dis-ability with my mental illness. That’s never stopped me. I just blindly carry on.

Mind you, I’ve always imagined what it would be like to be six inches taller. I’ve “willingly suspended disbelief” and imagined that real hard. But nothing ever seems to budge me upward in that direction by a single centimetre. In fact, I suspect I’m growing in the other direction as I grow older. Either way, I seem to have reached my height in that department – 5-ft, 1-in – and no amount of willing suspension of disbelief is going to change that.

Now, Coleridge would be rolling in his grave if he had internet access and could see how I’m mangling the much more lofty meaning of his phrase and its literary intent.

So, on that pathetic little note, I’m now going to sleep, my head swimming with ideas about resiliency – there are about five million posts to explore on Google – and how I fared this last few days.

What we can learn about developing more resiliency as a coping tool? Can we change our resiliency quotient? I wonder.

It’s a good thing, too, that I’m seeing Dr. Bob on Monday. But I’ll be back here before then. You can be sure.

After all, I have a new “baby” to take care of.

Now, I’m off.

Speak soon.

“Blessed are the cracked, for they shall let in the light.” ~ Groucho Marx

Learning as we go…

I’m getting to know this blog. There’s so much I don’t know.

It’s not like the other one, which was on Typepad. Here, you only see my two most recent posts. I hope you forgive a few glitches I’m trying to work out.

In the meantime, this business just gobbles up time.

So, I’m going to pack it in for now and have a look at the world and catch up on what I’ve missed today.

Here’s to sweet dreams.

And let me know what you like here and what you don’t like. I’ll see if I can make some adjustments that will make you feel more comfortable during our transition.

In other words, talk to me. Tell me your thoughts. Comments and criticisms. It’s so important to keep the dialogue going.

Hugs,

sln

About “Heretofore”…

You’ll notice a new section called “Heretofore” and I’m so thrilled it’s there.

The Toronto Star is not killing Coming Out Crazy. It will remain as a resource. A library. Including the entire archive of our first two years. Plus all your comments and mine. You can click on that link and access them from here.

I don’t know how long it will remain, but as long as it does, I’m grateful.

I love continuity. I feel a responsibility to you, too. That’s why I didn’t want any break in our communication. Change can be very disruptive and disorienting.

So, enjoy.

Speak soon and enjoy your evening.

Though, who knows? I may be back!