<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511568084555310517</id><updated>2024-10-24T12:40:23.645-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Beyond the Border</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingbeyondtheborder.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511568084555310517/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingbeyondtheborder.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511568084555310517.post-2530724384719860991</id><published>2011-07-18T16:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T16:24:06.251-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness: A fairy tale?</title><content type='html'>I often sit and wonder if I will ever be happy... then I have to take a step back and wonder if I know what happiness is. When was the last time I was happy? Do I even know? If I don&#39;t know the definition of &quot;Happy&quot; then how do I know when the last time I was happy? &lt;strong&gt;Happy&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;span class=&quot;st&quot;&gt;Enjoying, showing, or marked by pleasure, satisfaction, or joy. Okay...that&#39;s one definition. To go by this one, I don&#39;t remember FEELING joy. I truly don&#39;t. &lt;strong&gt;Happy:&lt;/strong&gt; favored by luck or fortune. This definition means the same thing basically as &lt;strong&gt;fortunate&lt;/strong&gt; and I have been fortunate in a few areas, so in that respect, I have been &quot;happy&quot; I guess you could say. &lt;strong&gt;Happy:&lt;/strong&gt; Enjoying or characterized by well-being and contentment. Am I content? No. I always want better. I would say in this respect, no, I&#39;m not happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;st&quot;&gt;So, the overall consensus is, I don&#39;t believe I&#39;m happy. I don&#39;t know what I was last happy. If I had to pick a time, it would be when I was pregnant with my first child, 9 years ago. Which is odd, because my husband was laid off from his job at the time, I didn&#39;t have a job, and I was pregnant, but I didn&#39;t care. I was happy. I didn&#39;t have anxiety. No meds. No therapy. Just my husband, myself, and my unborn child. When did it all change? Where did it all go? When will I get it back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/script&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingbeyondtheborder.blogspot.com/feeds/2530724384719860991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goingbeyondtheborder.blogspot.com/2011/07/happiness-fairy-tale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511568084555310517/posts/default/2530724384719860991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511568084555310517/posts/default/2530724384719860991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingbeyondtheborder.blogspot.com/2011/07/happiness-fairy-tale.html' title='Happiness: A fairy tale?'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511568084555310517.post-8756785854925040324</id><published>2011-06-24T10:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T10:17:46.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Song....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen=&#39;allowfullscreen&#39; webkitallowfullscreen=&#39;webkitallowfullscreen&#39; mozallowfullscreen=&#39;mozallowfullscreen&#39; width=&#39;320&#39; height=&#39;266&#39; src=&#39;https://www.youtube.com/embed/ijQUkkFq-Hc?feature=player_embedded&#39; frameborder=&#39;0&#39;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Bad Day by Daniel Powter&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;
Where is the moment we needed the most&lt;br /&gt;
You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost&lt;br /&gt;
They tell me your blue skies fade to gray&lt;br /&gt;
They tell me your passion&#39;s gone away&lt;br /&gt;
And I don&#39;t need no carryin&#39; on&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You stand in the line just to hit a new low&lt;br /&gt;
You&#39;re faking a smile with the coffee you go&lt;br /&gt;
You tell me your life&#39;s been way off line&lt;br /&gt;
You&#39;re falling to pieces every time&lt;br /&gt;
And I don&#39;t need no carryin&#39; on&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Because you had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;
You&#39;re taking one down&lt;br /&gt;
You sing a sad song just to turn it around&lt;br /&gt;
You say you don&#39;t know&lt;br /&gt;
You tell me don&#39;t lie&lt;br /&gt;
You work at a smile and you go for a ride&lt;br /&gt;
You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;
The camera don&#39;t lie&lt;br /&gt;
You&#39;re coming back down and you really don&#39;t mind&lt;br /&gt;
You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;
You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Will you need a blue sky holiday?&lt;br /&gt;
The point is they laugh at what you say&lt;br /&gt;
And I don&#39;t need no carryin&#39; on&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;
You&#39;re taking one down&lt;br /&gt;
You sing a sad song just to turn it around&lt;br /&gt;
You say you don&#39;t know&lt;br /&gt;
You tell me don&#39;t lie&lt;br /&gt;
You work at a smile and you go for a ride&lt;br /&gt;
You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;
The camera don&#39;t lie&lt;br /&gt;
You&#39;re coming back down and you really don&#39;t mind&lt;br /&gt;
You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(Oooh.. a holiday..)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes the system goes on the blink&lt;br /&gt;
And the whole thing turns out wrong&lt;br /&gt;
You might not make it back and you know&lt;br /&gt;
That you could be well oh that strong&lt;br /&gt;
And I&#39;m not wrong&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(yeah...)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So where is the passion when you need it the most&lt;br /&gt;
Oh you and I&lt;br /&gt;
You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Cause you had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;
You&#39;re taking one down&lt;br /&gt;
You sing a sad song just to turn it around&lt;br /&gt;
You say you don&#39;t know&lt;br /&gt;
You tell me don&#39;t lie&lt;br /&gt;
You work at a smile and you go for a ride&lt;br /&gt;
You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;
You&#39;ve seen what you like&lt;br /&gt;
And how does it feel for one more time&lt;br /&gt;
You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;
You had a bad day</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingbeyondtheborder.blogspot.com/feeds/8756785854925040324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goingbeyondtheborder.blogspot.com/2011/06/song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511568084555310517/posts/default/8756785854925040324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511568084555310517/posts/default/8756785854925040324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingbeyondtheborder.blogspot.com/2011/06/song.html' title='Song....'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511568084555310517.post-8422172385943713130</id><published>2011-06-19T21:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T21:12:58.835-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Do You Do...</title><content type='html'>What do you do when you feel like you&#39;ve done everything you can think of and it&#39;s STILL not enough? I feel like I&#39;m a total failure. I feel like I&#39;ve done everything humanly possible and it&#39;s still not good enough and I just don&#39;t know what else to do. I don&#39;t have that much to write, but I just needed to vent a bit. I&#39;m frustrated. &lt;br /&gt;
This song particularly stands out in my head:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen=&#39;allowfullscreen&#39; webkitallowfullscreen=&#39;webkitallowfullscreen&#39; mozallowfullscreen=&#39;mozallowfullscreen&#39; width=&#39;320&#39; height=&#39;266&#39; src=&#39;https://www.youtube.com/embed/9kSFZYM6kLM?feature=player_embedded&#39; frameborder=&#39;0&#39;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;
What have I done &lt;br /&gt;
Wish I could run &lt;br /&gt;
Away from this ship going under &lt;br /&gt;
Just trying to help &lt;br /&gt;
Hurt everyone else &lt;br /&gt;
Now I feel the weight of the world &lt;br /&gt;
Is on my shoulders &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What can you do &lt;br /&gt;
When ur good isn&#39;t good enough &lt;br /&gt;
And all that u touch tumbles down &lt;br /&gt;
Cause my best intentions &lt;br /&gt;
Keep making a mess of things &lt;br /&gt;
I just wanna fix it somehow &lt;br /&gt;
But how many times will it take &lt;br /&gt;
Oh how many times will it take &lt;br /&gt;
For me to get it right &lt;br /&gt;
To get it right &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Can I start again &lt;br /&gt;
With my faith shaken &lt;br /&gt;
Cause I can&#39;t go back and undo this &lt;br /&gt;
I just have to stay and face my mistakes &lt;br /&gt;
But if I get stronger and wiser &lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ll get through this &lt;br /&gt;
What can you do &lt;br /&gt;
When ur good isn&#39;t good enough &lt;br /&gt;
And all that u touch tumbles down &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Cause my best intentions &lt;br /&gt;
Keep making a mess of things &lt;br /&gt;
I just wanna fix it somehow &lt;br /&gt;
But how many times will it take &lt;br /&gt;
Oh how many times will it take &lt;br /&gt;
For me to get it right &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So I throw up my fist &lt;br /&gt;
Throw a punch in the air and &lt;br /&gt;
Accept the truth that sometimes life isn&#39;t fair &lt;br /&gt;
Yea I&#39;ll send out a wish &lt;br /&gt;
Yea I&#39;ll send up a prayer &lt;br /&gt;
And finally someone will see &lt;br /&gt;
How much I care &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What can you do &lt;br /&gt;
When ur good isn&#39;t good enough &lt;br /&gt;
And all that u touch tumbles down &lt;br /&gt;
Oh my best intentions &lt;br /&gt;
Keep making a mess of things &lt;br /&gt;
Just wanna fix it somehow &lt;br /&gt;
But how many times will it take &lt;br /&gt;
Oh how many times will it take</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingbeyondtheborder.blogspot.com/feeds/8422172385943713130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goingbeyondtheborder.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-do-you-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511568084555310517/posts/default/8422172385943713130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511568084555310517/posts/default/8422172385943713130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingbeyondtheborder.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-do-you-do.html' title='What Do You Do...'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511568084555310517.post-1805939724970821941</id><published>2011-06-18T09:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T09:01:42.988-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So Much To Do....</title><content type='html'>I am so frustrated! The stuff I have to do just keeps piling up and piling up! I know it needs to be done. I WANT to do it. I need to do it. I just....can&#39;t do it. The more things pile up, the more anxious I feel and the less I feel I can do it. I kind of &quot;freeze&quot; when I get overwhelmed and then it piles up and I get more anxious about all of the work. I feel like my house is a pit. That&#39;s the biggest problem. I&#39;ve gotten all the cleaning supplies together, but now I JUST CAN&#39;T DO IT! What frustrates me even more, I that my husband sits here and doesn&#39;t help out, but complains of the state of the house. Well, HELP CLEAN IT! Then maybe it wouldn&#39;t pile up so! UGH!!!&amp;nbsp; The laundry is the same! I get it washed and brought upstairs, but we don&#39;t get it folded in a timely manner, so it piles up and we have 5 or 6 loads of CLEAN laundry sitting there. Classy, right? Okay, now that you all know that I&#39;m a slob..... I feel like I have SO MUCH TO DO!!!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingbeyondtheborder.blogspot.com/feeds/1805939724970821941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goingbeyondtheborder.blogspot.com/2011/06/so-much-to-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511568084555310517/posts/default/1805939724970821941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511568084555310517/posts/default/1805939724970821941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingbeyondtheborder.blogspot.com/2011/06/so-much-to-do.html' title='So Much To Do....'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511568084555310517.post-7963617191630618402</id><published>2011-06-08T20:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T20:28:04.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What&#39;s My Diagnosis?</title><content type='html'>When the going gets tough.......the BPD rears it&#39;s ugly head! It has been one hell of a month! I don&#39;t know if I&#39;m coming or going, what day of the week it is, if it&#39;s day or night, or what in the heck is going on! First, I have to deal with the whole med change, which I am happy to say, today was my first day completely off the Valium, which is 3 days earlier than the doctor&#39;s predicted. I am fully on the new anxiety med, but I don&#39;t think I am fond of it. Second, the most interesting thing that has happened during this past month, is that I HAVE BEEN MANIC! That has not happened in&amp;nbsp;a long, long, long time. I haven&#39;t slept very well in about a week. I finally fall asleep around 5am, just to get up usually around 8am, if not earlier. I probably have the cleanest house around at the moment, but the emptiest bank account. :(&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Last night, however, despite not being able to sleep, I was in a bad, bad place. My mood is very different this past month than it has been. I&#39;ve talked to my therapist and my med doctor. They are now thinking of adding Bipolar to my diagnosis as well as BPD. So, if I had to write down my ever on a page what I was diagnosed with (total/whole body), I would need an extra sheet of paper! JUST SAYIN&#39; !&amp;nbsp;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingbeyondtheborder.blogspot.com/feeds/7963617191630618402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goingbeyondtheborder.blogspot.com/2011/06/whats-my-diagnosis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511568084555310517/posts/default/7963617191630618402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511568084555310517/posts/default/7963617191630618402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingbeyondtheborder.blogspot.com/2011/06/whats-my-diagnosis.html' title='What&#39;s My Diagnosis?'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511568084555310517.post-2221964846661745988</id><published>2011-05-19T16:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T16:48:44.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Prescriptions, Prescriptions, WHAT? Another Prescription?</title><content type='html'>Ahhhh....the joys of BPD! This med, that med, no, this med...oh, yay, we finally found the right combination of meds...well, meds that work for your symptoms, because, in reality, there is NO medicine for BPD, just for the symptoms, but let&#39;s face it, the symptoms are a big trigger! Depression and anxiety, to name a couple! OMG! Here I am, 2 years after they have finally found the right combination that works, 2 years out of DBT, still going to therapy like a good girl ;) and all of a sudden, the anxiety gets worse, and I feel I just can&#39;t cope anymore. &quot;Let&#39;s try to change things up a bit!&quot; WONDERFUL! I know it&#39;s the right thing to do, because I know my body is used to the meds, but I am so scared of change, it is unbelievable. So, here I am, facing a new med change, weaning off my anxiety meds, when my anxiety is at it&#39;s fullest, and having to start a new one, which we don&#39;t know if it will work. And did I mention that going off meds NEVER goes well for me? Even my doctor commented how conservative the weaning process will be because my body reacts so poorly to going off meds! So, This is a big step for me. I just need to take a big breath and jump in and do it! Ready, set..........</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingbeyondtheborder.blogspot.com/feeds/2221964846661745988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goingbeyondtheborder.blogspot.com/2011/05/prescriptions-prescriptions-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511568084555310517/posts/default/2221964846661745988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511568084555310517/posts/default/2221964846661745988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingbeyondtheborder.blogspot.com/2011/05/prescriptions-prescriptions-what.html' title='Prescriptions, Prescriptions, WHAT? Another Prescription?'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511568084555310517.post-8782954994522163009</id><published>2011-05-15T09:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T14:14:38.802-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So WHAT!</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;I know I wrote this as a document, but I liked it and wanted to put it as my first entry in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So WHAT!&lt;/strong&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I have BPD! SO WHAT!! BIG DEAL! WHO CARES! That is what makes me unique. I like to be different..to stand out! That&#39;s why God gave me this challenge. He BELIEVES that I am strong enough to ENDURE everything that comes with BPD. And you know what? I AM!&lt;br /&gt;
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You see...WE ALL ARE! Being diagnosed with BPD isn&#39;t the end of the world. It means that you are unique and unique is GOOD! Who wants to be the same as everyone else? I sure don&#39;t. Being the same is BORING! This is a GIFT, not a PUNISHMENT. A chance to look deep inside ourselves to see what&#39;s really in there...to see how strong we are...what we are really made of. He doesn&#39;t give us more than what we can handle. This is true. BPD isn&#39;t easy, I&#39;ll give you that. But we handle it, we deal with it, we survive it! Why? Because we ARE STRONG! We find a strength within ourselves that we didn&#39;t know we even had. And the best part...we have the strongest sense of empathy for other people than anyone else. We are able to provide support like nobody else and that, my friends, is the BEST GIFT EVER, because support is possibly the #1 factor that can help anybody who is suffering from ANY mental illness. So take this time to EMBRACE yourself and your BPD, not frown upon it, because....SO WHAT? ~Freedom~</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingbeyondtheborder.blogspot.com/feeds/8782954994522163009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goingbeyondtheborder.blogspot.com/2011/05/so-what.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511568084555310517/posts/default/8782954994522163009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511568084555310517/posts/default/8782954994522163009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingbeyondtheborder.blogspot.com/2011/05/so-what.html' title='So WHAT!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>