It is not alright

 “IS THE GLASS HALF EMPTY OR HALF FULL?”                                      It sounded both confusing and simple at the same time. It’s all about whether we see things as a positive thing ( half full ), or negatively ( half empty ). My psychologist asked me this question the other day. I knew it had to be the full one.  I was wrong....and also right at the same time. We don’t have to settle on one perspective, good or bad.  Things are allowed to be both of them at the same time. I showed this picture of the cups to my son (9yr old) to see what he would say. His answer blew me away.  “ Both ”  What? How did he manage to come up with something I have been questioning for over 30 years???  Sigh... To have the mind of a child again.  It sounds so simple, doesn’t it? If only we could put it into practice more. One thing I read a while ago that I try and think of every night.  “If you woke up tomorrow morning, with only the things you thanked God for, what would

Can existing just..be..?  What do I mean by this? It’s hard to explain properly but I will try! I remember someone asking me who I thought I was. My thinking went like this.... ‘I’m a mum?...no, that’s what I do... I’m an Australian?.. no, that’s where I live... I’m a Christian? ...no, that’s what I believe...I’m ’scarlet’?... no, that’s just my name. They are all things about me, but are they actually me?  Is there really even a ‘me’ at all?  Talk about   Identity crisis!!  How on earth do I figure this one out? Its something most people struggle with at at least one point in their life. When we suffer from a mental illness, our mind becomes our worst enemy. We tell ourselves that we are not worth it, or that who we truly are is gone. It can be distression and confusing. It’s easy for me to say to you don’t worry. You are someone special (because you are!), but that isn’t going to shush the brain talk. One thing I have talked to my psychologist about is this.  I get s

WHAT IS THE MEANING....?? What is life, without the fear of death? What is peace, without the pain of fear, What is relief, without the sadness of pain? What is happiness, without the regret of sadness? What is hope, without the exhaustion of regret?  What is refreshment, without the question of exhaustion?  What is an answer, without a question???   Ok. So what is the question?  It’s not an easy one to answer because we all have questions. They are all different but with the same valid intent.  Understanding. If we never asked questions, we wouldn’t learn anything. But, do we over analyze things?  Yes . I know I do. Far too much!!! I ask God, ‘Why?’ Why do I suffer?  Why did this happen?  Why did that person die? Why do people cry?  On and on. The answer is always the same.  ‘Because, it has to be that way.’  God knows an awful lot more than I do. Than I ever will. Than anybody ever will.  And I prefer it that way.  It