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Se eu sou muito louco&lt;br&gt;
Por eu ser feliz&lt;br&gt;
Mais louco é quem me diz&lt;br&gt;
E não é feliz... Eu sou feliz!"&lt;/i&gt;
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Mistura de vida, ficção, música e loucura.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://maisloucoequemmediz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://maisloucoequemmediz.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199009730427567921/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Dannie Machado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06257542354940706865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l51iRFVzi1c/Tn-O9R0iK7I/AAAAAAAAAlc/BdWj-ZtMat8/s220/pessach.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>201</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/dizemQueSouLouco" /><feedburner:info uri="dizemquesoulouco" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYNQHYzeyp7ImA9WhRUFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199009730427567921.post-1682339864523646785</id><published>2012-01-27T10:43:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T10:43:11.883-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-27T10:43:11.883-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="2012" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="maníaco-depressivo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="transtorno bipolar" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="depoimento" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bipolar" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="saúde" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sanidade" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="desabafo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="comportamento" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="filhos" /><title>"A felicidade só é real quando compartilhada" II</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://maisloucoequemmediz.blogspot.com/feeds/1682339864523646785/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5199009730427567921&amp;postID=1682339864523646785&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199009730427567921/posts/default/1682339864523646785?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199009730427567921/posts/default/1682339864523646785?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/dizemQueSouLouco/~3/UNvt7pyI2Qc/felicidade-so-e-real-quando_27.html" title="&quot;A felicidade só é real quando compartilhada&quot; II" /><author><name>Dannie Machado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06257542354940706865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l51iRFVzi1c/Tn-O9R0iK7I/AAAAAAAAAlc/BdWj-ZtMat8/s220/pessach.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
Sabe, aqui é meu cantinho de tentar transformar minha vivência em algo lúdico. Escrever é realmente uma coisa q me faz me sentir realizada. E qndo posto conquistas por aqui, não é prá provar nada prá ninguém - é simplesmente por querer gritar ao mundo qndo pqnas coisas q acontecem me deixam feliz. O bom é q tenho recebido comentários de pessoas relatando q estavam desesperançadas por causa do 
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Pessoas solitárias encontram pessoas solitárias. É assim nos sites q pretendem unir casais. E no afã de encontrar alguém bacana, vc acaba se deparando com todo tipo de gente - principalmente os de mau caráter.

Casados, nossa, qntos eu já encontrei doidos prá manter relações íntimas comigo!! Eu já andava de saco cheio, sabe? Mas meu sentimento de solidão me fazia visitar os mesmos sites de 
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Às vzs eu queria ser essa calmaria q tanto evito... As vzs a calmaria parece chata... Mas qndo a gente revive o vendaval, se pergunta pq buscar isso??

Andei meio desesperançada. Não sei, sozinha. Já são 12 meses sem ninguém, e mesmo com obrigações, Sisu e Prouni ocupando minha mente, dá uma vontade de ter alguém prá ligar as vzs, saber q vai ter uma mão ali prá segurar a minha e dizer "estou 
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Cansei de tudo até agora. Eu já não usava branco no Reveillon havia anos, pq meus anos iniciados de branco sempre decorriam terríveis. Passei a usar cores como o azul, o verde... Mas esse ano não, decidi radicalizar, quero virar tudo de cabeça prá baixo: virei de vermelho!!

Foi mto bom, passei com gente querida, me diverti, ri à beça... O vermelho parece ter me deixado liberta - sair da rotina 
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Agora entendo os q as pessoas sempre diziam. Os aniversários vão passando e começam a pesar.

A ideia de fazer 30 anos foi mais assustadora do q fazê-los, realmente. Vivi esse ano, dentro do possível, curtindo a idade redonda, fazendo até graça pq a maioria das pessoas me dá idade bem menor. Já pediram minha identidade e perguntaram por meus pais. Lisonjeiro, não? Não tenho realmente do q 
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Agora, diante de tanta intimidade com a espiritualidade, tomei a liberdade de me abrir pras minhas curiosidade mundanas e egoístas. Sim, acabei perguntando de você. Pai-Velho repetiu por um longo tempo: "é mto amor... É mto amor... Mto amor...". Depois fui especificando as perguntas, ele foi explicando - "mas não é prá agora".

É, não é a primeira vez que recebo esse tipo de mensagem, mas é 
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Às vezes basta encontrar um único anjo,
e outra legião deles aparece pra você.


















"Eu sento e espero - 

Há um anjo contemplando meu destino?

E eles sabem

dos lugares onde nós vamos

Quando estamos grisalhos e velhos?

Pois me foi dito

Que a salvação deixa as asas deles estendidas

Então, quando eu estiver deitado na minha cama,

Pensamentos correndo pela minha cabeça,

E eu 
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Semana estranha... Depois de quase 9 meses sem fumar e sem nem sentir falta, comecei a sentir forte desejo por cigarros. E por vinho licoroso, q acho doce demais. Apesar disso, ao chegar perto de um fumante e do tal vinho, o desejo sumia. Algo estava acontecendo... Esse desejo por coisas q nem gosto não era meu. Não tive dúvidas de q era um chamado.

Fazia tempo q eu não pisava num templo 
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No entanto, a imagem "de azuis e lilases" sonhada em "Sonhos Traiçoeiros", chegou até mim...







... mas não veio de seus Olhos Mediterrâneos.





O que isso quer dizer?? Não sei... Ao contrário do q vc pensava, não sei de tudo, infelizmente.


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Sinceramente, não me ofendem as piadas e termos jocosos com as quais as pessoas se divertem em relação ao Transtorno Bipolar. Seu nome, inclusive, virou moda, e as vzs até xingamento. Não me incomodam mesmo, às vzs até entro na brincadeira tbm, mas o q me incomoda é q as pessoas q comentam realmente não sabem NADA sobre o Transtorno Bipolar. É o q as pessoas chamam de "pré-conceito".

Então, 
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"Pra que mentir, fingir que perdoou?

Tentar ficar amigos sem rancor?A emoção acabou,Que coincidência é o amor:A nossa música nunca mais tocou...

Pra que usar de tanta educaçãoPra destilar terceiras intenções?Desperdiçando o meu melDevagarzinho, flor em flor,Entre os meus inimigos, beija-flor

Eu protegi o teu nome por amorEm um codinome, Beija-florNão responda nunca, meu 
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Eu queria chegar aqui e expressar simplesmente como ando feliz com as oportunidades aparecendo, com a minha espiritualidade, com a boa perspectiva do Enem e de iniciar a faculdade ano q vem... Até mesmo a satisfação com minha própria solidão. Pq é realmente verdade q ando feliz por essas coisas. Mas como "o pão do pobre sempre cai com a manteiga virada pro chão", tbm vivo o revés, em outro canto
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E tudo o que eu queria era descansar prá estar preparada para o final de semana de provas...

Segunda acabaram meus remédios, mas com as crianças em casa, decidi aproveitar o tempo com elas. Afinal, o q seria 1 diazinho ou 2 sem remédio, né?

Pois é, nada. A não ser pela insônia maldita q começou a tomar conta. Não conseguia descansar direito nem qndo conseguia cair no sono. Mas "vai passar",  
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Eu entrava na tal rede social e me surpreendia com um belo desenho q não sei identificar ao certo, de azuis e lilases. Tinha pouco tempo em q havíamos voltado a nos encontrar e vc compartilhava na minha página aquela figura q trazia uma mensagem sobre a força do olhar e do seu afeto. Nem deu tempo de responder nada. Acordei do sonho achando-o bobo. Afinal, nem eu mais queria aquilo a essa altura
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Pois é. Depois de dar uma olhada rápida no Twitter, eu lembrei...
Hj é o DIA MUNDIAL DA SAÚDE MENTAL.
Será q nossa sociedade pode comemorar isso????

Infelizmente o preconceito mora mto mais perto do q imaginamos (mtas vzs dentro de nós mesmos), o q nos impede de enxergar q quem tem transtorno mental pode ter uma vida bacana e feliz, contanto q haja o tratamento adequado. 

Tenho vários casos 
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"Sigo escrevendo doces versos em falsete,
O tom perfeito pra quem quase quer morrer.
É tão estranho teu silêncio no meu peito
que eu escrevo para não enlouquecer.

Ondas revoltas no seu lar de esquecimento,
Desperto mágoas por lembranças sem razão.
Busco em segredo teus porquês em meus lamentos,
sigo escrevendo pra livrar-me da emoção.

Que antes da morte haja arrependimento,
Dentro do orgulho 
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Esse ano está me ensinando mto! Desapegar de pessoas, situações, e até coisas... Mas tbm me ensinando a abrir os olhos com as pessoas.

O fato é q as pessoas q são verdadeiras acham q todo mundo é tbm. Digo verdades escancaradas às pessoas, e o mínimo q espero é q aquilo q elas digam seja verdade tbm. Não quero q ninguém me diga q me acha incrível e q me ama se não é verdade. Não sou tão carente
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"E então é isso 
como você disse que seria 
A vida corre fácil pra mim 
na maioria das vezes 
E então é isso 
A história mais curta 
Sem amor, sem glória, 
Sem herói no céu dela 

Não consigo tirar meus olhos de você... 
Não consigo tirar meus olhos... 

E então é isso 
Como você falou que deveria ser 
Nós dois esqueceremos a brisa 
na maioria das vezes 
E então é isso 
A água mais
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‎"Pareço tê-lo amado de formas inúmeras, incontáveis vezes...
Vida após vida, idade após idade, para sempre.
Meu coração fascinado fez e refez o colar de canções,
Que você toma como presente, usa em volta do pescoço de suas várias formas,
Vida após vida, idade após idade, para sempre.
 Sempre que ouço antigas crônicas de amor, é a velha dor da idade
É o antigo conto sobre estar separados
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"- Mas sabe, quando estou com você eu sinto uma presença de uma parceira... Tipo braço direito ou da família... E eu tenho certeza mais que absoluta: estamos juntos desde muito tempo. Agora, o que aconteceu em vidas passadas eu morro de medo de descobrir...




- Também tenho essa certeza. Eu já te conhecia desde o princípio, só não sabia ao certo como... Eu só acho que você tem que ser feliz..
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Era uma vez uma moça simples e alegre, q vivia para trabalhar com a família nas suas terras, e tbm trabalhava voluntariamente na igreja do povoado. Sua família era mto amiga da de Eustáquio, q se ordenara padre e fora para Braga, estudar para se tornar bispo. Ambos, Eustáquio e Dália, tbm eram mto amigos, tinham longas conversas, Eustáquio sempre lhe dava valiosos conselhos baseados na tradição 
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1 de Tishrei de 5772. 
Hj é oficialmente o primeiro dia do ano de 5772 do calendário judaico.

É o primeiro dia do tempo q pedi prá D'us prá me Ensinar o Caminho Certo.
É o dia em q as respostas virão através de você.
E no qual as provas passarão a ser mais difíceis, independente dessas respostas.
É o dia em q eu vou ter q provar até onde caminho no escuro prá receber Luz.

Sempre estou pronta 
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Às vzs mantemos as coisas mornas, empurrando com a barriga, com medo do q as pessoas vão pensar da gente se tomarmos uma atitude. Ego, este perigoso inimigo, simplesmente pq se veste de nós mesmos e diz como somos bonzinhos assistindo tudo calados. BALELA!

Precisei de tantos anos prá aprender o pq de ser "boazinha" nunca dar certo. Pq não era eu, era o Ego. E no fim, sempre quem se machucava 
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To aprendendo a usar... Mas chego lá, rsss...
Sintam-se à vontade!

http://pessach.tumblr.com/

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"Tem dia que vc vai dormir se sentindo uma pedrinha no sapato...
...Daí vc acorda mulher demais para o mundo."

Nunca acreditei q deveria rever a imagem q eu tinha de vc. De certo q as pessoas mudam todos os dias, mas nunca pensei q fosse tanto. Sua última decepção talvez o tenha levado a isso, mas não importa. Não quero nada q justifique. Só irá piorar...

Nem dói mais. Tão pouco me traz 
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