lucy wightman

I don't believe that worry has any useful purpose, but I don't know what else to do with it. Meds help! inky, what are your thoughts??

I am an admitted worrier. It has no purpose...and if anything, the effects of it would shorten your life. It washes over you in a tidal wave, when the mind picks out all the worst case senarios of any given situation. It can be debilitating, and isolating. It can make you physically ill. It can drive the people around you nuts, too. As for what can be done with it? With alot of mind over matter, I try and do something constructive with all the "energy"...to help turn around an attack of the "worries". By doing something productive.....your focus of attention goes from worrying, to completing the task at hand. It helps me make a "positive" out of a "negative".....

Miss W!! I am so proud of you here....was this the gospel today? the "oh ye of little faith" one? I think it is Matthew....a certain someone from the BOOT would know better....but if you did not experience it from the pulpit, you have asked an age old question..... answered for you by old Matt himself--who, incidently, tells you there is no purpose to worry, and God will take care of everything if I remember correctly.

I worry that connection is no longer possible. I worry that now off of those poisonous pills, this skewed reality? is forever. I worry that I will never again see Lucy's face.... but mostly I worry that the voices are right, about everything

to not worry must mean to be numb or dead

I should not speak, for nothing here seems real words once written, slipping off the page. Sorry my friend, I am trying....

LTO, You sound as if you are suffering, and if the pills alleviated that, it makes sense to reconsider your choice to be off them. You don't deserve to suffer.

There are lots of medications out there, and maybe what you were on wasn't right for you. It is always a balance between alleviating a person's distress and minimizing side effects. Please speak to someone who can understand what you are going through, and see if together you can come up with a plan to stop the torment.

Harsh as it might sound, us peeps on the blog are not the right people to reach out to when you are having such a hard time. We are just regular human beans like you--and we care about what you are going through, and we want to help you feel and think more clearly, but we can't.

I can't stress this enough. YOU DESERVE TO FEEL BETTER THAN THIS...and if it gets to be too much, you MUST call 911 or go to a hospital. They can help you in a way that is more effective than anything we could say to you here. Although if there was something I could say to make things better for you, I would try.

Hakuna Matata! What a wonderful phrase

Hakuna Matata! Ain't no passing craze

It means no worries for the rest of your days

It's our problem-free philosophy

Hakuna Matata!

Pumbaa has two A's ???

It would be fun to be a cartoon singing animal, for sure. Then all I would have to worry about would be how to become UN-FLAT after the mean man stepped on me. And what sort of popping/squishing noise I would make as I re-formed.

Of course, I have often worried about Donald Duck, and why he has no pants. And none of his children ducks have pants either.

Weren't the children ducks his nephews, Huey, Dewey, and Louie (or something like that)? Did he ever marry Daisy?

No dude, he started hookin' up with Minnie. Daisy got peed off and left him for some unknown but then the mean man came and stepped on both of them! Squash, done.. once you go flat there's no coming back. Gotta go Goofy's callin'.. th-th-that's all folks...

And yes, Pumbaa has two 'A's.. it's a st-st-stutter.

Yeah, you're right, they were nephews. What is up with that? Who was their dad? That Scrooge Duck? The rich one? Now I'm really worried about that issue of no pants. What a quack-pot. ar ar ar I quack myself up.

Rise up this mornin',
Smiled with the risin' sun,
Three little birds
Sit by my doorstep
Singin' sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true,
Sayin', "This is my message to you-ou-ou:"

Singin': "Don't worry about a thing, oh!
Every little thing is gonna be all right. Don't worry!"
Singin': "Don't worry about a thing" - I won't worry!
"'Cause every little is thing gonna be all right."

Hey, LTO..hang in there. One moment at a time..later an hour..later a day...somedays all we need is just another day. A fresh one that we can start over again, all shiney and new. I have been a worrier all of my life. I think I am addicted to it. If I don't worry about myself, I worry about others so when it happens and lasts longer than a day, I pray instead. It is kind of like worry but feels more productive. LTO...Find a mantra to say tonight, perhaps..I am valuable and loved. Say it over and over and think about the words. This is your safety line. Catch it please.

Apart from providing solace, I'm not sure praying is a good idea here, especially if it is mostly the "help me help me help me" kind. (as opposed to the "Thank You Thank You Thank You" variety.

I think God is really busy watching out for orphans in Dafur, for example- or preventing airplanes from crashing mid-air due to human error, or stopping floods and hurricanes from devastating whole populations. Asking for his help when there are ways and means (and people and treatment) out there to help you might distract him from protecting those orphans.

If you're going to pray, try a "You GO, GOD...good work....keep it up!!" now and then. And then help yourself LTO, or call someone and ask them to bring you to help that relieves your suffering. Please.

And who is this goofball Mista Marley? I'm-a gonna git GOD on your butt if you don't quit with this silliness.

Mista Marley would be me, Joanne. I was trying to lighten things a little. I like Marley too. If you'd prefer I'd be serious I can do that, just trying to follow the Hakuna Mitata philosophy. Yeah, that was me too. Who's the observer? Is that you Lucy?

As much as I have enjoyed my light feeling I'd like to add that I would also like for LTO to reach out. I worry about you. Yes, I too am a worrier. Can't say that I enjoy it but I do. I think part of why I may worry so much is because I always want everything to be right, whatever that is...

Hi Joanne, you silly. I was only kidding with that comment....lightening things up after addressing LTO since it sounds like LTO is having a hard time. No, I'm not LFJW--but rather an anonymous onlooker whose name rhymes with MARIE-ANTOINETTE-ROSALEE-MAGEDELAINE-DeLINKEY.

I don't have a clue what LFJW prays about, but I am guessing it isn't the "You go God...keep it up!" variety. Personally, I am selfish and usually just pray for things to turn out well for myself when I am worried about them. Like finding parking spaces when I need them. I often thank God silently for those. As if God really gives a hoot that I found a parking space.

As for LFJW, I would guess she worries about people she cares about like LTO and wishes she didn't have to go through that. But that is only a guess.

There is no right or wrong way to pray just as there is no one God to pray to. Pray to mother earth if that is your thing. It does not really matter. It is a way of connecting. You don't have to be on your knees. I think it helps silence your mind and make you quiet so you can have a deeper understanding of yourself and your needs. It is worth experimenting with at least. There is a great book called Learn to Pray. It has helped me. My favorite quote in the book is a quote from Teresa of Avila who was a Spanish nun in the 1500s.It says,"Settle yourself in solitude and you will come upon God in yourself." Amen!

LTO, I agree with SPaNPN; clinicians, meds, and other people. We're OK, but reach out to those closest to you. I ain't the prayin' kind because I don't have a God. My sister BH is the closest I get to that. I also used to have a great therapist, but [stupid] people took her away. I can't complain though because she had a beautiful daughter and [???] people took her away.

And mine is only a guess too, but I don't think LFWJ posts as anyone other than herself. If she does at times, it's probably for fun or mystery, but she wouldn't strike under an anonymous name.

I wouldn't say that anyone striked, not myself or the observer.. it was all in fun, all is good in the hood. Peace and love everyone.. Hakuna Matata!

Daisy doesn't wear panties either! I think those ducks just like the convenience of not having to deal with the extra clothes. Perhaps that's why there are so many children ducks with unknown parents. I'm not fearful that we'll be overpopulated with ducks, but it's those quazy wabbits that I worry about. Been seeing a lot of them in my neighborhood lately. I wonder if Bugs has any children bunnies? Probably not; he's been squished flat so many times, his parts probably don't work.

Dumbo, Horton, Babar. I liked those guys better than the BUGS or Donald.
I wonder if they knew each other?

Or maybe they were all the same elephant.....with different stories depending on who told it. Like Jesus, or Mohammed or Alla.
Maybe I will pray to Horton tonight.

Maybe Allah rode on Horton...An elephant for everyone!

I don't know Sue, does that mean Jesus was on Dumbo? Sounds sacrilegious to me. Maybe he rode Babar into Jerusalem on palm sunday... BEFORE Babar ate those wacky mushrooms.

Babar had more of a sense of decorum than Dumbo or Horton really...Horton showed good faith and character, but he lost all self-respect by sitting way up in that tree as they toted him around to the circus.

I worry about Horton. He was really committed to the cause...in a way that made him lose touch with reality, I think. I hope it was all worth it for him in the end. I hope the little bird remembers him on Father's Day at least.

No I think Jesus would have chosen Babar. He wore pants:)