Depression is it something we all have? Is this what is common in everybody? Why do we get depressed? Problems with the heart, mind, or finances? What causes depression and how can we fix it? Is it a simple fix like taking a magical pill? Who do we turn to when we are depressed? God is the answer?
No, matter what religion you believe in, when you are depressed, you seek help. Do you therefore go to church, temple or whatever place you need to get help? I been told that vitamin D helps too. So, do I try to get as much sun as I can? Surround myself with people who are happy (happy go lucky guys)? Hug and Kiss whatever or whoever makes you smile? Grab a great book? Take a hot bubble bath? Do Yuga or any kind of meditation? Watch romance, comedies or whatever floats your boat? Call for mommy or daddy?
It seems there is no easy answer out there and definitely no simply fixes either. What we can do is start to change ourselves right now. Make a little baby step toward the right path. Even if you’re not happy, smile and laugh. What’s there to loose? Maybe your sanity? But if your depress anyway, most people would tell you that you are already insane. So, smile, laugh, giggle, gab, type, whatever it takes to get you started on the right path. Slowly, you will become a better person. I personally love to hug and kiss my little ones. I smile and they make me laugh. I laugh and they make me happy. Now, you see the domino effect. I pray that God will bless us all.
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Beauty (As Deep As Your Skin)
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Today my family and I did something that we all need to do more of. We got up early and went for a walk around the neighborhood (did some exercise). I just walked in my tennis shoes while my husband pushed our two little daughters around in a difficult-to-push double-stroller. I also cooked something light for lunch and dinner. Lately, I've been trying to cook more fish instead of red meat or any kind of meat for that matter. No more of that fast food junk (trying our best but sometimes we can't help ourselves). We have determined to be foremost healthy, believing that everything then will fall into place. It would certainly be nice to a diet of just bird seeds and rabbit food. What is worse is that when I go out with my sisters, people would say that I must be their mother. My two beautiful sisters are in their early twenties and I am only in my thirties. It hurts me hear mere strangers say that. It just feels as though they are out to get me (Satan is that you?!!). I mean did I do something to someone during my past life so that it is now pay back time?! Just kidding I don't believe in reincarnation or that Satan can get me. He can't. Nothing can hurt me unless God allows it.
Why is it that people who are overweight are automatically considered second class citizens? I pay my dues to Uncle Sam. I bleed when you cut me, I cry when you hurt me verbally or physically--just like those skinny people. To add insult to injury I am so tall (NOT!!), I am height-challenged as well as weight-challenged, hahaha. Don't get me wrong now, I am not as big as whale. But, I do need to lose some weight. I would like to shed those extra pounds the fast way instead of the hard way. I know of a neighbor who shelled out the big bucks for a full-body plastic surgery body treatment. My gosh it was like night and day! One day she was as big as Rosie O'Donnell, then in a few months time she became a living, breathing, walking, talking Barbie doll. NO kidding, she looked damn fine!! It just seems like her fairy godmother transmogrified her from Rosie into Barbie. She dyed her hair blonde, pumped up her breasts to resemble like Dolly Parton (well maybe not as big 36 is more like it), straightened her nose, widened her eyes and permanently attached full lashes, raised her cheek bones, etc etc. Man I could go on and on. Bottom line, she had a complete full-service job done on her body from head to toe! When she greeted me I was like huh? Oh, yeah did I mention who was holding her hand? He was a babe (like Ken), very handsome and built. I looked around me and I was like huh? Are you talking to me? She said yes you silly goose. Not recognizing her for the changes, I was like what who are you. Then, she said Jenny duh. Talking like a true Californian, I was like dude I don't think I know a Jenny like you. Like would you care to explain. Then, later on that night she called me. She told me that after about $100k or so she is a product of what she paid for with her divorce settlement. I was like huh? Donald Trump married you too? Just kidding.
But, there is a sad ending to this story. After about a year's time she lost most of it. She lost her skinny body, she lost the beautiful blonde hair (she can dye it again though), and what hurt her the most she lost that cute, oh-so-shallow Ken of hers. Therefore, through this she and I have learned that physical beauty is only skin deep. What matters is not what is on the outside, for what is essential is invisible to the eye. It is one's inner character that has any objective value. This statement, though a much often-heard cliche, is very true. Yet, in this materialistic world people often step on those who are considered the least of us. Then when the shoe is on the other foot, those same people will kiss the floor walked on by those people who possess characteristics that the world values in high regard.
A friend of mine once suggested to me why not smile all the time. She said, "You smile the world smiles with you, and when you cry you cry only alone." Jesting, I stated that if I should ever cry I will take prisoners with me, drawing the analogy that misery loves company. I was joking, but I know it is great if you can go through life wearing rose-colored glasses. I know, I had a few pair of those broken though. I had a pair broken off from work, when I learned that kissing butt was not my thing. It was difficult playing office politics, you don't know who your real friends are. I had another pair broken after this so-called fiance of mine tore my heart out and did the stomping dance on top of it. Dude, he did not just rip out my heart--he took along some souvenirs--about $10,000 to be exact. But, I trusted that God had better things in store for me. And indeed He did. I met the most wonderful man in the world. We are now happily married for six going on seven with two beautiful girls. The most important thing in this world is family. Love them and treasure them. They are there when you need them the most. They don't treat you like your second class citizens, and they love you regardless of your appearance, or how much you got in your pocket book. They love you for YOU.
That is why being healthy is important too. When you die, the ones that hurt the most are the ones that loved you the most. You don't just live for yourself but for them as well. Once you start eating healthy food and exercising, the pounds will shed off (I am working on this part-crossing my fingers).
Oh yeah, btw, Jenny's husband came back. I don't live in that neighborhood anymore. But, for a recent trip to visit family members that still live there, I saw her holding hands with her husband. They both waved hello to me with smiles from ear to ear.
Being thankful for all of God's Blessings
I will be the first to agree that most of the joy in my life is free, a blessing from God. I am thankful to be blessed with two smart and beautiful girls--PBJ who is five years old, and Bree Bree who is eight months old. Like most mothers, I love my daughters more than life itself. They are my world. And yes, like many mothers, I too have given up my career to be a stay-at-home mom. I love it but at times it does become frustrating being that my husband is the sole person bringing home the bacon.
We all know that with the real estate market going down the toilet, the price of oil sky rocketing, food and all other things going up in price doesn't help at all(by the way these are some of the elements or ingredients that help developed my depression). Although things might get stressful and pull me down many a time, I have faith that something wonderful is about to come. Like what my husband said," It is not how you begin but how you finish". I know in my heart that we will finish by beating our own expectations. Someone quipped that God never told us that life was going to be easy, but He did say that it is worth living. My husband told me that God will never give you more than what you can handle (apparently we can handle a lot!! :P). If I have to go through hard obstacles, why not face it positively. This Saturday, for example, we were laboriously driving for about an hour trying to find a parking spot at busy Clement street in SF. When we finally found one, guess what, someone cut us off and pulled in that very spot. Well, I'm sure the old me would have rolled down the window and showed him a birdie or two, yelling out a few choice four-letter words. But, as a mother with kids looking at me, I just drove another half hour to find another suitable place to park. I said to myself, "hmm maybe that gentleman (he was no gentleman) had to really go to the bathroom badly or he probably crapped in his pants already--ha ha." I asked myself, what if I did show him the birdie and add a few four-letter words to my kids' vocabulary? What difference would that have made? It would only elevate my stress, the guy reciprocating in kind with a few four-letter words of his own to my kids' vocab list, and my day would be filled with anger. It was better for me and him to just let it go. Did I forget about it? No! If I did I wouldn't be writing about it now. But, I learned to forgive and move on.
Forgiveness is another way to live a happy life. That too, my dear, is very very difficult to do. I don't know about you, but my husband and I both had experienced trauma, drama, and torture from our so-called family members. They belittled us, beat us, cheated us, frightened us, and yes at times tortured us to the point where we felt death would be preferable. I am more willing to forgive than my husband would be. I guess that is why he seems to be more stressed than I am. It could be that my nagging is what is giving him the stress though.
The other night, I asked my loving husband to take out the trash. I being a mother (I use this as my defense a lot, hey if it works why not use it right? ha ha), I have little patience and am forgetful (only things I need to remember). I reminded him to take out the trash every second (from his point of view), but to me it felt like days. In truth it was minutes--heh heh. Before I used to ask my husband to come see something (while he is busy doing his stuff) and he would say give me a minute, but he learned fast--ha ha. Now, when I asked my sweetie hubby to do something, majority of the time he does it instantly. He has patience, I have very little. Patience, that is another trait or we need in order to be happy in life.
My husband said that we act like children when it comes to wanting things. We pray and ask God for something and we want it done yesterday. But, He is not our genie, He is our God and Father. When our daughter would want something, she has to have it now
. "Mommy I want to go to Disneyland", she would say. (BTW would you like to help donate to this fund?). I tell her (like how God tells us),"Be patient. Mommy and Daddy have to save money for it." And did not someone say that all good things comes to those who are patient? To be honest, I really lack patience. But, I am learning. I have to have patience to home school my five year old. She tests it every second of the day, it seems.
This reminds me of the time I saw the episode about the movie/book called Secret featured on Oprah. There was a group of people conversing on the topic of the law of attraction and how the world is your oyster--actually a genie waiting to grant your every command/wish. Like I said earlier, I don't believe that there is a genie out there granting wishes, but rather there is our Father God who blesses as He wills. I believe for personal development and self-help purposes that positive thinking will draw positive results. What I mean by this is that, if we have self-limiting/ self-destroying beliefs we will make a reality of it ourselves (and vice versa). I know if I tell myself I will be a millionaire in one years, then I will be. Not because I said it and it is going to just happen for me because I made the wish. Rather, because I said it, made plans for it, and will work towards it. There are steps involved, and you need to follow through. If you have a great desire why not make a plan to achieve it? Have your mind set to go for the goal! What is there to lose? No pain no gain. Not to mention, think about the gains, and keep your eyes on the prize. Life is short and unpredictable, so why not make it worth your while. Then again, life is the longest thing you will ever do, so therefore, work hard yet play just as hard. Besides, if you are doing what you love then it is all play, baby. For some of you, it may not be financial wealth as a goal, but the riches of knowledge and wisdom, or whatever it may be.
Someone told me that if you are rich you will be happy. Well, that is totally not true. Look at all those washed out, has-been, burned out celebrities and major personalities. Britney, oh my gosh where do I begin and Owen Wilson. They are more filthy rich than most people who admire them, yet they are not happy. Then again, my husband said to me we are rich(of course when he said this I choked and laughed so hard I fell off the chair). He then continued (after helping me up) to say that we are rich with God's blessings. A lot of people have riches (cold hard cash) and others have the true riches (the favor of the Lord, love and the necessities/needs). I joked, and asked, "May I choose which category to fall into?" He countered with a mean face and said "NO" and continued on saying how we have all that we need, and some stuff we want as well.
In closing, I highly believe that life is worth living. If not for me for my sweet little precious babies, my ever so caring and faithful husband, my mingling parents oops I mean loving parents heh heh, my two beautiful and charming sisters, and my little sweetie niece, and last but not least for God.
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