What’s Your Value

Real success requires respect for and faithfulness to the highest human values-honesty, integrity, self-discipline, dignity, compassion, humility, courage, personal responsibility, courtesy, and human service. Michael E. DeBakey

Definition Human values are the virtues that guide us to take into account the human element when we interact with other human beingsHuman values are, for example, respect, acceptance, consideration, appreciation, listening, openness, affection, empathy and love towards other human beings.

Let me start with this statement: If you are breathing, you have value!

I have tried to recall if when growing up did I ever hear or read about self-esteem, knowing your value, sadly I cannot think of any one time that I did.

For most of my life I consider myself as a failure. All my heroes were comic super heroes. I did have one person that I looked up to, that made me feel great, that was my maternal grandfather. He wasn’t one to give hugs, or say ‘I love you’, but when you were with him you felt that he would protect you, that you were worth saving. I do have one picture of him holding his granddaughters, he had a huge smile sitting there in a pink wicker rocker.

I knew my mother loved me, that she supported me, but I cannot for the life of me ever verbally feelings like I was valued.

Before President Lyndon B Johnson signed the “Civil Rights Act’ in 1964 black people were considered less than a human being. Other words they did not have the same value attached to them like those who were white in skin color.

All people have value, they deserve to be treated as such, not like something we stepped on while walking. It makes no difference about skin color, culture, ethnicity.

When people are stripped of their value they loose respect for themselves, some begin to spiral into addiction. I said that remembering how I learned what was happening in Canada among our First Nation Community. Inadequate education, unsafe drinking water, uninhabitable housing, place on reservations. Oh yes, there has been some progress, but from my observation, it is almost moving in reverse.

When people fill they have value you can start to see their life gradually change. Their self-esteem starts to go up, they begin to take pride in their housing, and all other aspects of living.

People with value their interactions with others are what is stated above; “respect, acceptance, consideration, appreciation, listening, openness, affection, empathy and love towards other human beings.”

So dear reader every living human being has value and should be treated as such!

We Have A Lot of Heroes!


Just be yourself and be upfront about your expectations and desires. Don’t be ambiguous and play hard to get. It doesn’t work. You’ll end up in the friend zone. Mike Posner
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I have not always been open in sharing my life, I mean I kept people at a distance.  I didn’t let many people in, I wanted to have a mystique about myself.

Since I started to write about my journey called the “bi-polar life” I have found it becomes easier to share more deeper issues.  Before this I had not ever spoken about my attempted suicide.  Except for my best friend no one else really saw me at my lowest when I first entered the Mental Health Ward.  That first time I know I probably kept my distance from others also admitted there.  The group therapy sessions were for others to talk, I didn’t enter into the conversation.

I came home after that trying my damndest to keep the same routine.  Yes, it worked for maybe a couple of weeks only to find myself falling back into my old ways.  Eventually I would find myself back in treatment, I started to become more involved in the groups, participating in the conversations, sharing my personal thoughts.

Writing posts on my blog has worked it’s wonder allowing me to feel freer in sharing more of my life.

Reading all of the posts of others has let me know that I am not the only one with feelings, going through the exact things like myself.

While I am reading your posts I say to myself, “that takes guts”.  I can feel the despair, the pain, the agony, that comes through your words.

So fellow blogger believe it or not, you are all heroes! Never stop writing your story!

Looking For A Reason

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I don’t know anything about inspiration because I don’t know what inspiration is; I’ve heard about it, but I never saw it. (William Faulkner)

Every morning, every day I think about what the subject would be to write a post about.  Sometimes I wake up with a thought in mind, the rest of the time I brainstorm my thoughts.

I am looking for the elusive “inspiration”, which for the most part seems to be an exercise of futility.

I am not an author, I will probably never have a book published.  Writing was my weak point in English in high school.  For exams I would freeze up, my mind would go blank. Oh, I knew the subject, made notes, studied the required reading for the next day, but, I would just draw a blank on the exams.

I read how some here in the WordPress community work on posts for days.  Some start writing only to delete it, I am of the latter on that style of writing.

I consider myself a successful if I manage to actually sit down to write a post on my blog.  My writing go in spurts,  sometimes I find myself able to write for days consecutively.  Then it seems like someone turned off the spout to where there is not as much as a trickle.

I know it would be useless to try to copy someone else method to finding inspiration because I must be myself, honest, and with transparency.

Then there are days where my mind is cluttered with useless thoughts, a jumble mess of words that do not seem to have any logical pattern.

However, I do find energy when you as a reader leave your thoughts in the comment section.

So, this is my day of how I look for a reason to write!

Talking To Myself?

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“Accept everything about yourself–I mean everything, You are you and that is the beginning and the end–no apologies, no regrets.” -Clark Moustakas

Being Honest With Yourself

Today I have been musing over this, what if I could step outside of myself and had a conversation with myself, how would it go?

Would I look at myself and point fingers of regret, mistakes, relationships that soured.  Would I defend myself against the pointing of fingers?  Would excuses trip off the tip of my tongue?  Would I lecture myself about my appearance, the weight gain, for not taking better care of myself?  Yes, what would I see looking at myself?

Or would I give myself a pep talk, telling myself I can do better, that all of those other things are water under the bridge.  Maybe, tell myself the lessons I can take from my past, apply those lessons so I can move forward.

I am not sure how long this conversation would be, would I be stubborn, refusing to listen to myself, or would I accept all of those things that I speak to myself?

I can almost place a date on when I finally started to move forward, seeing progress, light at the end of the tunnel.  Yes, I can put my finger to the point in time.  It was the day I began to accept everything about myself!

May I make a suggestion, take some time and have a talk with yourself, you will be amazed at what may come of it!

Tainted Outlook


Most people miss the great part mental outlook plays in this game. Billy Martin
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Several years ago there was a country song that said this:

But these rose colored glasses
That I’m looking through
Show only the beauty
‘Cause they hide all the truth

When in depression I have a habit of looking at things through the eyes of depression. Experts call this, “Tunnel Vision”.

I have heard and read that abused become the abuser.  To be totally honest with myself and to you the reader, I was the abused, but I am not the abuser.  My stomach turns over when I hear about a victim of abuse, child or spousal.

I chose the word “tainted” because that is what my vision became when I suffered with a break in my mental health.  It is difficult to see the “trees for the forest”.  My skills in making judgments about issues in our personal life are greatly hindered by our tainted vision .

Even when I am manic I must guard myself against having tainted vision.  I have been known before I was diagnosed to stay awake for more than thirty-six hours.  I would make terrible snap judgment decisions.

Then there is a tainted vision that I deny that anything is wrong, that all is right with the world while suffering silently with pain from my past.

So, as I write this post I write by looking past my tainted vision!