Art Show Inspiration

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indigoloveMy critical writer voice gets louder and harsher as the dates pile up between my entries on Daisies and Bruises. The less I write, the more ideas I have, and the more I reprimand myself for not writing.

There are so many rules I’m learning about writing an effective blog, but sometimes I feel like the most important part of writing a blog is simply allowing yourself to be human. Make mistakes. Connect with people, not Google stats.

Here’s a human story for you:

I was so inspired to make art last week that I tried breaking into my apartment after I locked myself out.

I live on the second floor. After buzzing my neighbours in my building to no avail, marching to my sister’s empty apartment and back, my desperate eyes glimpsed a lifeless ladder at the side of my house. It was unsturdy as fuck (see me letting go of my writer rules here!) but I laughed out loud and then climbed up the side of my house. Well, I went up the ladder halfway and then went down. Then I went back up and stood, half-hanging from my window ledge.

Digby barked at me from below, indignant that I’d simply tied his leash to a pipe and dared to reach heights I’d never reached at before.

I seriously considered ripping my window screen apart with my fingernails, but then stopped myself. I knew that would only ensure a night full of mosquitoes feeding on my flesh as I collaged past my bedtime.

So I climbed down and interrupted my intensely busy work-at-home neighbours.

“Sorry!” I whispered. “I tried breaking into my apartment and it didn’t work!”

I showed off my blackened palms and arms. Who knew the side of a house could be so dirty?

They let me take their portable phone outside (so not to interrupt their clients) and I called my dad to come to my rescue.

Here’s the outcome of that night:

 

KnowHope by Erin Schulthies

These pieces are going to be in a gallery starting tomorrow and lasting until August 2nd.

Please come for the reception this Friday at 7:30, at the Westland Gallery’s Square Foot Show! I’ll be there, as well as a bunch of rad local artists. It’s going to be awesome!

What can you do to express yourself today instead of self-destructing? I never ever thought my art would hang in a gallery but I’ve lived to see the day come. What are you living for? Take a baby step in that direction today, right now. Life is waiting.

Love Erin

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PTSD and Canada Day Fireworks Don’t Mix

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PTSD and Canada Day Fireworks Don't Mix

Excuse the crappy art due to me trembling in fear.

Fireworks are being set off all around my apartment and I am freaking jumping out of my skin. They echo against buildings and I feel like my walls are exploding with the sound.

It’s Canada Day, aka Canada’s birthday, and so I knew fireworks were in order for tonight. I didn’t know someone would be setting them off in my parking lot.

My startle response varies in intensity depending on the day, but on bad days even the sound of a bird tweeting will make me jump. I think I had too much caffeine today, so my anxiety is through the roof. Post-traumatic stress disorder and caffeine do not mix well. PTSD and fireworks do not mix well. I had to take some Ativan tonight to keep from having a heart attack with every explosion tonight. It hasn’t helped much.

Call me a party pooper, but I don’t see how setting off explosions is celebratory in our culture. Playing with fire is danger every day of the year, no matter whose birthday it is. We’re scared of this shit for a reason. I’m scared of this shit for a reason!

I honestly don’t know how war veterans get through nights like these. I have the utmost respect for them.

Now the fireworks seem to have ceased, but there are sirens going off in every direction as police, the fire department, and ambulances all rush off to clean up the mess of stupid human beings.

Next year, I’m getting earplugs and taking cover in the basement.

 

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Change is Hard When You Have Depression

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It's normal to feel scared of change when you're recovering from depression.

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Monica from Australia emailed me a great question about change when recovering from depression.

Here’s a quote from her email (with permission) that sums it up:

“Even though I am in so much pain and that the world is so awful and heavy, a lot of the time I don’t have any desire to fight that, to make change or try, because the sadness and pain is just so familiar that it has almost become a friend or safety blanket. It’s almost relieving to wallow in it, to hurt myself, to carry on with all the destructive thoughts and behaviours because I know where I stand with depression yet happiness is so foreign it terrifies me. However I also hate it at the same time. Isn’t it curious that I can both love something and hate it with so much passion simultaneously?”

Change is scary for everyone, depressed or not. Whether it’s a haircut, a change of schools or beginning a new relationship, we all prefer to stick to what we know because it’s familiar and involves little risk. When we know what to expect, we feel safe.

I remember hearing a long time ago that it’s the unhappiest people who most fear change. And on the surface, that doesn’t seem to make much sense because no one wants to be unhappy. My understanding of this is that if you’re unhappy, it’s very likely that you’re aware of the potential for bad things to happen in this world.

My depression really took hold after some deaths in my extended family (read my full story). Death is the biggest change of all. The losses in my family felt so ominous and overbearing that everything felt out of my control. I became so aware of how impermanent everything is, how everything ends, and it made me want to give up on life. That way, I would be in control of the good-byes.

For years and years I resisted getting better from my depression because it felt like it was the only real truth that wouldn’t let me down. Negative thinking patterns felt comforting because I thought they’d keep me from being hurt again. I’d been hurt enough and I was afraid that I simply couldn’t take any more hurt.

After over a decade of hanging on to my negative thinking patterns, isolating myself, and generally saying FUCK IT to everything, I finally realized it wasn’t getting me anywhere. I wasn’t feeling better, I was feeling worse. Plus I wasn’t able to protect myself from further harm or bad things happening.

To be one hundred perfect honest, I feel ambivalent about getting better every day, probably a hundred times a day. So if you feel like you’re the only person who is confused or scared about getting better from depression, you certainly aren’t! It’s completely normal to be scared or unsure. It’s normal to take one step forward and two steps back, to try something new and then go, “Okay, that’s enough!” and go back to what’s familiar.

Something that comforts me is knowing that change doesn’t happen over night. Getting better from depression is like having the sun rise. It happens gradually so that our eyes get used to the change in light. If the sun just popped on and off like the world’s biggest lightbulb we’d all get in car crashes and walk into lamp poles when the light suddenly went out.

It’s normal to go slow, try things out, and change your mind. It’s normal to both hate being depressed and also feel some comfort in it because it’s what you know. The best thing about getting better is that we never forget the lessons we learned from our pain and years of strife. We grow and change but we don’t forget.

Honour your feelings, no matter what you’re feeling. Write them down, express them, and when you feel sad or scared about getting better, look at your old art and say, “Yes, this is how I felt, but it’s okay to feel better now. I will never forget what I’ve been through.”

Monica, thank you so much for reaching out and sharing your questions and concerns with us! I hope this post helped to answer some of your questions. You are most definitely not alone! Please don’t hesitate to write me and ask me more questions about recovery or depression or whatever crosses your mind. Change is such a huge part of recovering from depression that you can expect to read more about it in future posts on Daisiesandbruises.com.

I also recommend checking out this awesome post on LifeHacker:  Why You’re So Afraid of Change (and What You can Do About it).

Do you have a mental health question you’d like me to answer on the blog? Send me an email at daisiesnbruises@gmail.com.

♥ Erin

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Macaroni: Spotted in Real Life

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It happened. Just like a dream, except real. The Universe delivered me a pearl of hope in my favourite sports car.

No one has approached me since my recent post where I asked you to say hello if you saw me in public. The incentive for you to say hello was an offer of a free Daisies and Bruises button from my Etsy shop. I figured the likelihood of someone both reading my blog and then recognizing me in little London Ontario was pretty small. I thought at least someone might buy a button to support the blog, even if they didn’t ever run into me.

Neither thing happened. Sometimes I wanted to take down that post of mine, where I went out on a limb and offered my hand to the world. Instead, I pressed on, redesigning our layout and holding my chin up anyway. It hasn’t been easy.

Today after therapy I thought, “Who really would care if I self-harmed again? What difference does it make? What difference do I make?”

Then, about half an hour ago, I walked Digby despite the cool cloudy weather. I’d changed up our walking route lately, venturing North instead so I could dream about living in one of those pretty houses one day.

As I finished crossing Oxford Street at the light, a car pulled up beside me. An Audi TT, the exact car I would buy in a heartbeat had I the money.

I thought maybe the driver was about to reverse his car to turn around, but instead he rolled down his passenger-side window and yelled, “Hey!”

I crouched at bit to see inside the car, ready to give directions to this man who seemed lost. Then I heard, “MACARONI!!”

I stood there dumbfounded and then my jaw slowly dropped. I looked into this stranger’s face; he smiled confidently. I smiled back and said, “YOU JUST MADE MY LIFE!”

“I know you from your blog!”

I told him that I didn’t have my purse with me or else I’d be giving him a free button. He brushed it off and said he just wanted to say hello and that he’d recognized me. After he drove away, I looked down at Digby and said, “That just happened, right?”

I started to laugh and just kept smiling my face off. I wondered how often people actually see me smile anymore.

And then I ran. Sprinting down the sidewalk, Digby kicked his four little legs off the ground at my pace, finally thrilled that I let him move as fast as he wants to when he’s really happy.

I didn’t feel dumb running down the sidewalk in my skate shoes. I didn’t feel too weighed down to move beyond a walking pace. I had the energy to run toward life, instead of away from it. And I could breathe for the first time in ages.

When I got back home, I cried. I cried in the way a person crawling through the desert cries when he discovers not a mirage, but real oasis. I let the tears fall, splashing onto my cheekbones.

When I was done crying, I opened up my laptop and got back to work, securing my place in this incredible world.

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Our New Blog Layout is Live

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The new Daisies and Bruises layout is live! If you aren’t reading via the homepage, come check it out.

I forgot how much I love web design; I poured far more time into this new design than I ever anticipated. The homepage is pretty much complete but I still plan on tinkering with it, and then updating the various pages from our menu so they look at great as they can.

Like me and my mental health, Daisies and Bruises will remain a work in progress. Are any of us ever completely happy with our design as we are, in this moment? Of course not. That’s the fun in living.

Wow, I just used “fun” and “living” in the same sentence. There’s a first time for everything!

Keep reading, supporting, and sharing. Daisies and Bruises 2.0 is going to be bring more concise content, more frequent posts, alternate formats, and lots of art. Plus there’s going to be a new email list and zines for you to purchase from my Etsy shop!

I’m back. :)

Love Erin

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Exciting Blog Changes

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Exciting Blog Changes

Hi lovely readers!
I just wanted to put a quick post up to let you know that you’re going to find some layout changes on the blog for the next little while. I’ve recently moved Daisies and Bruises from WordPress.com to WordPress.org, allowing me to really get my hands into the structure of the website.

Hosting my own site is completely new to me, with new challenges popping up with every move I make. So if you haven’t heard from me for a bit or are concerned that parts of Daisiesandbruises.com are being glitchy, don’t worry! We will be back up and running shortly, with a really cool new appearance to the blog you love.

I will post when the layout change is complete and then you can come and take a full look around. It will be bigger and better than ever before.

Itching to read a new post? Check out my latest posts on HealthyPlace.com for both some writing and video content.

Share Your Depression Story to Heal

Doing What You Love Beats Depression

In upcoming posts here on Daisies and Bruises, you can look forward to me responding to a question from a friend about how scary it can be to think about getting better, let alone get better.

But first, I have to work on our layout. Stay tuned!

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Daisies and Bruises Named a Top Depression Blog of 2014

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Daisies and Bruises wins a spot in the top depression blogs of 2014 chosen by HealthlineHealthline has chosen Daisies and Bruises as one of the Best Depression Blogs of 2014!

They’ve also chosen my other blog, HealthyPlace’s Coping With Depression blog as a contender in the top 11. Win win!

Check out their rotation of the other winners here. If you can’t see it (I couldn’t at first), turn off your ad blocker temporarily.

Healthline is a great site full of health information, covering everything from cancer to addiction and beyond. Go check it out!

Thanks for the double recognition, Healthline!

After you’re done checking out the other winners, zip on over to HealthyPlace to read my two latest posts since I haven’t linked you in a while:

Dogs Help Depression (complete with a video of Digby!)

You Can’t Hate Your Way Out of Depression

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Can it be Healthy to Hate Your Life Sometimes?

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Can it be Healthy to Hate Your Life Sometimes?On Monday I wrote about changing your negative self-talk so that instead of hating your life you can focus on the things you like about your life. And rephrasing your thinking is important, but since writing that post I’ve started to wonder if maybe sometimes it’s actually healthy to hate your life.

After writing that post I sat on my couch, unsure of whether to scream or cry. I picked up my journal and decided to write down what I want from life. Instead I filled six pages full of sentences all starting with, “I’m sick of _____.”

Usually I don’t let myself complain for long in my journal, because I’m worried I’m digging myself into a deeper hole. But letting the floodgates open and just spilling about everything that was bugging me really helped. And if it helped, how can it be bad? Sure, I sounded like a grouch for all of those pages, but who fucking cares? No one reads my journal anyway, and in all fairness it probably kept me from blowing up at some innocent person in my life about the tiniest thing because I just had so much negativity in me that I had to get out.

Today a friend told me that I need to focus on what I love. Which is a pretty obvious statement if you ask me, but I thought, “No, no I don’t because I am not happy.”

What if someone was in a house that’s on fire and they said, “Help me, I hate this place!” and you said, “Oh, but don’t you like the colour you painted your bedroom?”

What if someone was in an abusive relationship and you said, “Sure, you hate living with this person but you do like their table manners?”

In either of those situations, it would be totally appropriate for that person in distress to reply, “Oh, fuck off!” to your suggestions. Right?

Yeah, I can sit here and focus on what I like and pretend that I don’t hate my life, but there’s only so much denying you can do before you are in serious denial and denial means you’re stuck.

So maybe hating your life means you need to change what you hate into something that you like better. Depression may still be clutching me and making me feel dead and sad all the time, but if I have to live with those feelings, maybe there’s some better way to do it. Some way to make things easier.

So how about changing things until I love them?

If you have depression like I do, it means that we have to try harder than the average person to be happy. It’s a shitty situation but just because it’s hard doesn’t mean we shouldn’t try. We can’t just give up. If we have to try harder, let’s try harder. Let’s aim to change the things we can change.

Life can be awful but we have to keep going. Amanda Palmer’s “Bigger on the Inside” song is really giving me courage these days, especially these lines:

You took my hand when you woke upI had been crying in the darknessWe all die alone but I am so, so gladThat you are hereYou whispered “We are so much bigger on the inside,You, me, everybodySome day when you’re lying where I amYou’ll finally get it truly”We are so much biggerThan another one can ever seeTrying is the point of lifeSo don’t stop tryingPromise me.

Watch the video if you want. Trigger warning for mentions of death, sexual abuse, and everything else that makes life really hard. It’s as real as you can get. (Thanks, Amanda!)

So in addition to trying to rephrase my negative self-talk, I’m also going to get real about what I hate about my life. Is there anything I can do to make my life something I enjoy more? If so, I’m going to find it.

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“I Hate My Life” – The Things We Tell Ourselves

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"I Hate Life" - The Things We Tell OurselvesI am so miserable today! And I was yesterday too, and the day before that. I am in a serious rut.

If this blog is brought to you by Erin (me), any period of silence on here is brought to you by anxiety and negative self talk. Listen to the messages I’ve told myself lately:

“I hate my life.”

“My life is over.”

“Life is a terrible thing.”

“No one cares, Erin.”

I mean, who could even like their life, even if they had everything, if that’s all they told themselves day after day after day?

I may not have entire control over my depression or my life, but I can control the messages I give myself. Unless I give myself more positive messages I’m going to feel extra horrible forever. So what can I do to change things?

The messages we give ourselves in our heads come to us in a familiar language so that the words sound like the only truth there is.

I can’t change the message, “I hate my life” into “Life is a miracle full of rainbows and sunshine!” and actually expect to believe it and feel better. So if I want to rewrite my negative messages with positive ones, I have to do it in a believable way. The trick in beating negative self talk is to build counteracting messages in our everyday language.

Watch me break apart my negative messages and then try it on a few of your own self-talk traps.

“I hate my life.” – Okay, I don’t hate every single thing in my life. Next time I catch myself thinking, “I hate my life” I’m going to say, “I hate how I’m feeling, but I like ice cream and books and I sure as hell love my dog.”

“My life is over.” – My life obviously isn’t over since I’m still alive. Twenty-eight years of my life are over, and most of those sucked, so that’s a good thing! Next time I tell myself my life is over I’m going to remind myself: “My first twenty-eight years are over, thank goodness! Now I have years to fill with good things in between the bad things.”

“Life is a terrible thing.” – Um, no. But I don’t really believe life is a good thing or even an okay thing. I just don’t. But it isn’t always one thing or another. Can I capture the pain of life with its mystery and potential for better things? This sounds like a better message: “Life is a tremendous thing.” There’s room in there to be surprised or at least accept that some things are a mystery.

“No one cares, Erin.” – This one is easy to replace. As of today my blog has had 85,862 views total. “My blog has been viewed 85,862 times! Clearly people care enough to read my writing.”

So STFU, negative self talk!

Sometimes the messages we give ourselves are so ingrained that it’s hard to decipher them out of the kazillion thoughts we have every day. If you can’t think of some of your negative messages, try keeping a journal of your thoughts. Pick out a few of the sentences where you sounded mean or used extreme all-or-nothing thinking like “Everyone hates me.”

Try picking apart those messages until you can come up with a counter message that makes sense in your mind. Then repeat that better message three times for every one time you catch yourself thinking the negative thing.

If you get stuck, post some of your negative self-talk messages in the comments below and other readers and I can help you rephrase them into something that makes you feel awesome.

Also, check out You Are a Badass: How to Stop Doubting Your Greatness and Start Living an Awesome Life by Jen Sincero. It’s the best self-help book I’ve read in ages. She doesn’t preach and she is living proof that this stuff works!

Let’s start living our best lives!

Erin“I Hate My Life” – The Things We Tell Ourselves

Our 200th Post and an Invitation From Me

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daisiesandbruisespinWelcome to post 200!

Yay! If I could do cartwheels I’d totally do one right now. This blog means the world to me and it’s so exciting to reach our 200th post! This post is a celebration and a request, because this blog helps both you and me simultaneously.

As with any blogging milestone we reach, I have a million ideas and plans to share with you. I just renewed our domain name for another year and paid the annual fee to remove lame ads from popping up. I wanted to introduce a new layout today but many of the layouts I’m interested in converting to cost more money than I have to spend.

But I do have one thing to offer you, and it comes with a request for your help in my mental health recovery. I’ve designed a new button that’s available in my Etsy shop, advertising this blog. When you buy this pin, your money goes towards maintaining and improving Daisies and Bruises. If you want to support Daisies and Bruises directly, you can donate directly to my PayPal:

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Want the Daisies and Bruises button for free? Keep reading!

Since I revisited rock bottom around this time last year, ending up in the Psychiatric Intensive Care Unit,  I’ve been isolating a lot. The trigger during that time in crisis was the police investigation into my childhood abuse. After that fell apart I gave up on the human race. I decided it was okay if I spent every one of my remaining days simply reading and writing, never interacting with the “real world.” People in books are so much safer than people face-to-face.

Now, after almost a year of hiding, I have to make an effort to get back out there. Isolation is a terrible thing when recovering from depression. It increases anxiety, feelings of alienation, and keeps you in a prison of self-loathing. I recognize all these things in myself and I have to do something about it. Here’s my plan:

Since I started this blog roughly three years ago, about five different people have emailed me telling me that they saw me here in London, Ontario, recognizing me from my blog, but didn’t say anything.

My invitation to you now is to PLEASE SAY HELLO if you see me in public. And if you do, I’ll give you a Daisies and Bruises button for free!

If you’re anxious like I am, try saying the following:

“Hi, I recognize you from your blog and I wanted to say hello!”

Or:

“I want a free Daisies and Bruises button, please!”

Or simply:

“MACARONI.”

This will make my day, I promise! And I’m going to carry around Daisies and Bruises buttons for this very encounter, and doing so will be pointless unless you talk to me.

When I’m out I’m usually alone. It might be hard to grab my attention because I don’t make a lot of eye contact out of anxiety, but I really do want to talk to you!

There a small chance that you might see my sister and think she’s me because we’re always mistaken as twins. To help you out, look for my baby blue backpack, flowered Doc Martens, and straight across baby bangs. If you talk to my sister accidentally, that’s okay too because I’m going to give her Daisies and Bruises buttons to carry around and she’s super friendly and will pass on the message.

Does that sound feasible? I hope so! Just knowing that people out there could be reacting to me positively will help me feel safer.

So help the blog by buying a pin and help me by saying hello in public and get a pin for free. If you’ve already bought a pin and see me in public, you can get a second pin or a pin to give to a friend. Sound good?

Check out my latest post and video on HealthyPlace: Stopping Depression Stigma Starts With You

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I love you!! Here’s to another 200 posts and more! :)

*EDIT: Also, check out this lovely review of my zine, Letter to My Younger self by my friend Dani! I feel honoured to be mentioned on her awesome blog, Transferring Energy in Cleveland.

ErinOur 200th Post and an Invitation From Me