Alright, AOL, get it together!! I can't upload pictures and I am having a hard time leaving a comment in other's journals. What is up?!?! Get it together! And what is this, "Too many gateway sessions"??? Ugh. Too many problems for too long. Please fix it, okay, thank you. End of rant.
Several of you asked how I put a background in my entry yesterday. I am putting together a simple-to-follow email that I will be sending out in a day or two. It will even contain a website or two where you can dowload backgrounds for free! If you are interested in receiving this please let me know in the comment's section.
It's funny how, when I go about my day, I have moments where I think, "I should journal about that. That would be very interesting to put in my blog." But when I sit down in front of my computer it seems a lot of times those ideas are gone. Perhaps I should write them down.
So, I struggle a lot with how much I want to share with everyone. What I should share and what I should keep to myself. I am sure everyone else is like that. It is particularly sensitive when it comes to my illnesses. I wonder what people would think about me. Illness has been a big part of my life. Too big of a part, unfortunately. When I got a hold of mental illness, physical illness struck. Illness robbed me of being able to go to college. It robbed me of being able to take care of my children. It robbed me of being able to have a career. It robbed me of being able to own a home. I have had quite a few friends and still do, who are in the same situation that I am in. People who are alike hang around each other. I can not work. I will tell you that I have NEVER met one person on disability who liked their sitatuation and was happy to just sit there and receive a check. Nope, all of them wished they were well and could work! So, I think it is a myth that people who are disabled sit on their bums and receive checks. I am not saying that some don't, just that the majority don't. A lot volunteer. A lot find purposes in other things. You have to or you go crazy. I have found purpose in helping others and trying to stay well and trying to have a spiritual life. I try to look at each day as a gift and try to see what it brings. I try to live for the day - for the present. So, I think that the past forms how you behave in the present. And I don't write much about the past. I don't go there too often. It is a bit of a scary place. Actually, it is behind a closed, black door a lot of the time. Wow, I shared a lot just telling everyone this! Well, I think that I will leave it at that and see if my dear, lovely readers will accept me no matter what I write, because this whole paragraph was actually pretty scary! :-) !!