Today a conversation about psychiatrists and psychologists came up. While both are there to help with mental problems, their approach are different. Psychiatrists work more on the chemistry side while psychologists handle the emotional.

Psychiatrists have not changed my prescriptions for fifteen years because we discovered that my chemistry is very sensitive and although it may not be perfect it’s what works best for me. The old adage “just because you can, doesn’t mean you should” says a lot.

I see psychologists more as a “life coach” to help us navigate a path to better us. I know that the road will be long and winding and there will be times when I may need to look back at the map we have planned out or plan a reroute but I don’t need a backseat driver. I also don’t feel the need to check in at every gas station and complain/boast about where I have been. Now if I’m ever in an accident that I can’t continue I’ll head back in and reassess my trip.

Please keep in mind that this was not a spur of the moment thing, it took a lot of planning and many trial and errors before I learned to drive my mental highway. In fact I remember I was crawling along the side at first. lol

Till death do “us” part

My husband asked me tonight what I wanted to do with my life – long term goals and hopes, other than publish a book and own a Suffolk Punch stud. My sudden burst of creativity has given him a new woman to live with.

Me: I never know what kind of mood will strike me. Surviving is the best I can do right now.

Dirk: I like getting a different woman.

Me: Not exactly what we signed up for in a monogamy marriage.

Hot mess

Because it’s Fair time I’ve been in a crafty mood. Which has also put me in pain. I didn’t know you could be out of shape for arts and crafts but my body is screaming in pain from just sitting on the floor and glueing. Didn’t help that I keep getting the hot glue on my fingers and at one point I dropped the glue gun on my bare foot. I need a safer hobby.