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"Drag your thoughts away from your troubles... by the ears, by the heels, or any other way you can manage it."
-- Mark Twain
We've decided to move to Wordpress, so you can find all new posts (as well as the archives) at the new site. Please update your bookmarks to: http://weworry.wordpress.com
I've decided to keep my eyes on something I want: peace. And how do I get it?
Maybe you've noticed that I'm a huge NPR fan. It's a constant companion on my morning and evening commutes. In fact, I find it to be one of the few things that keeps me from noticing that I'm sitting in mile after dehumanizing mile of traffic. My drive to work is almost exactly 32 miles, which, if driven at the average speed limit of 60, should take me no longer than 32 minutes. This morning, my commute took me just shy of 3 hours. How's that for rat race, eh?
Every day I choose not only how I will live, but if I will live. I have no particular religious mandate that forbids contemplating a shorter life, an action that would deny this disease its ultimate expression. But this is where my belief in choice truly finds its power. I can choose to see ALS as nothing more than a death sentence, or I can choose to see it as an invitation -- an opportunity to learn who I truly am.
This article from SciAm is an interesting read.
The team discovered that those who took SSRIs reported an increased sensitivity to sweet and bitter tastes, detecting them at concentrations of 27 percent and 53 percent lower, respectively, than before ingestion of the drug.
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The team, however, did find that a decreased sensitivity to salt correlated well with higher general anxiety levels among the 20 study participants--as did sensitivity to bitterness--although no one in the study suffered from either anxiety disorders or depression.
"What we're working towards, hopefully, is to try and use taste tests and taste reactions in people as a sort of marker for the levels of those neurotransmitters in people with depression, so that we can tell if they've got a serotonin problem or a noradrenaline problem or both," Donaldson says.
I heard this story yesterday on NPR. It chronicles the experiences of Iraq veterans who, upon their return from the war, suffer from depression and anxiety (in the form of PTSD). Rather than being treated for their emotional problems, they're ridiculed and made into pariahs. As a former soldier myself (U.S. Army), I can attest to the general attitude within the Army that any form of emotional pain is a sign of a weakness and is shunned in the same way that High School kids shun the outcasts for fear of being associated with them. Luckily for me, my problems with anxiety didn't start until years after I'd left the military, but not all soldiers are so fortunate.
Eric over at Panic! made a post a few months ago about the Buddhist perspective on anxiety. It's worth reading... even if you aren't a Buddhist. I can't claim to be unbiased as I myself am a Buddhist, but I personally believe that the Buddhist approach to everything is amazingly rational and incredibly effective. It's unfortunate that our society tends to view Buddhism as a "new age" religion or belief-system. While out on the town with my wife a few weeks ago we wandered into a witchcraft/wicca shop out of curiosity and there were many Buddhist statues and other paraphernalia. We left quickly, partially because it was dark and uninteresting, and partly because some woman kept following us around with a stick of incense. Weird.
Dave's great post on happiness reminded me that I'd been saving a few bookmarks for you. I've always been fascinated by the pursuit of happiness. My personal search for peace eventually led me in a complete circle (maybe I'll go into more detail on this at a later date) and I ultimately decided that the best route to happiness was to stop trying to change the outside world to fit my ideal vision of it and, instead, to change my vision of reality to be a more positive one.