Friday, November 26, 2010

                                               ERIC BUGVILIONIS
                                             ERIC BUGVILIONIS

Thursday, November 11, 2010



The above link is an annual campaign to provide environmentalists and people who care with reviews of over 200 books written on sustainable paper that doesn't harm the environment.  Please do click and choose a few.  Pass it on to your friends.

Friday, November 5, 2010


Time to eat a meal in peace, sleep soundly till noon, not have a mountain of junk mail on your entrance way table, find the important e-mails among the ones for Viagra and health insurance, and let soliticitors in general know you won't stand for any more pestering.

Remember, if you signed up for the "Do Not Call Registry" you should be covered, but if someone violates the rules, you need to go to the site and file a complaint.

Here are some addresses and phone numbers to simplify your life and bring you some peace:

Do Not Call Registry:   or call 1-888-382-1221 TTY-1-866-290-4236

If you think you're on the list and you're still getting telemarketing calls, go here:

If you need more help against sales calls, contact the FTC at:

Check out the FTC's one-stop shopping Consumer Alert Website Board of Information, Resources and Links at

And if you want to know everything about defending yourself, getting money for college, credit and debt, fraud, id theft, and so much more, get the 192-page downloadable 2010 Consumer Action Handbook at the Consumer Action Website:  This book is a must have.  The website has other .pdf books that are also must-haves for consumers.  There is information on all government agencies, consumer organizations, how to write a complaint letter with a sample and much more.  Check it out.

Want to subscribe to the latest information on computer security threats, 

Stop Junk E-mail:         eMPS-

(Who knew it could be so simple to get rid of 50 Viagra e-mails a day?)

Would you like to subscribe to updates and the latest information on environmental changes, employment projections, Spanish language publications, educational funding opportunities, energy advancements, international women's issues, status of efforts to assist refugees with human rights, FDA approvals, product safety recalls and more?  Simple and all in one place:

Thursday, October 14, 2010


You may not like to talk about it, you don't even like thinking about it anymore, but you know something is wrong with your life.  Your relationships are suffering, you're not happy, it's hard to focus on work when you do go in, and sometimes you feel like feel like you might be losing your mind. 

The worst time for me were the long periods when I knew something was terribly wrong with my life but it didn't know what it was.  If it didn't have a diagnosis, it couldn't be treated.  So I went without help in a mysterious limbo where everyday brought new things that I could not explain, identify or account for to myself. 

Perhaps your wife, husband, partner, friend, parent or someone else close to you has made remarks or asked you questions about the changes they see in you and your behavior.  This may have irritated you and caused you more anxiety since you didn't have any answers for them.

One day you wake up and think it was going to be like one of the good old days and everything was going to be normal for a change, and then like a jack-in-the-box popping out, you'd have what you had come to think of as your "episodes" and everything was off kilter or off into a maze of craziness once again.  

Do you look in the mirror and ask, "What's wrong with me?"

So what do you do to get help?  Are you ready to get help?  You may not be ready yet. 

You continue to see your therapist, but you don't really talk about what's bothering you.

You go to church.

You pray.

You throw yourself into volunteer or service work.

You change these around in your lifestyle, routines and behaviors like buying a new day planner in an effort to stop being chronically late.   Or you cut up your credit cards,  and stop carrying around more than ten dollars at a time.  You go back to trying to just smoke marijuana.  You only drink every other day.  You sign up for a group that will help you get out of yourself.  You take up a new hobby. You take up a new sport or exercise regimen.  But nothing changes the thing, the big thing that is terribly wrong with your life and won't just go away on its own.

Why doesn't it get better?  Maybe you did talk about it in therapy, at least parts of it.  You wrote about it in your journal.  You confided in a friend or family member.  You went to confession and started going to church.  You got up earlier and picked up breakfast on the way to work.  You promised the boss you would have that presentation done by Wednesday and you really made an effort, even giving up your night out and your lunch hours, but you missed the deadline again. 

You forgot to pick up the kids.  You suddenly quit your job or were terminated.  You had your first panic attack.  You bought a new car you know you can't afford.  You stole money from your own mother.  You haven't been out of bed except to go to the bathroom in three weeks.  You thought you saw your dead grandfather in your bedroom.  You hit your wife.   You got to the grocery store and couldn't remember a single thing you had come to buy.  You received over one hundred dollars in overdraft notices from the bank. Your mind is constantly racing and you can't focus.   You told your boss to f**k off.  You promised your husband you would come straight home from work,  but you didn't make it home until three in the morning.  The dishes in the sink haven't been washed in a week.   You lost your house keys again.   You forgot your anniversary.  You made a huge spectacle of yourself in public.  You made a pass at your boss's wife.  You fell down and badly injured yourself.  You haven't slept in three days.  You promised your son you would help him with his homework,  but then you got distracted by something else.  You took an overdose of sleeping pills.  You slit your wrists.  You had a heart attack, a stroke or some other serious medical crisis.

These are the type of things that go on happening when It doesn't have a name. It is the mystery ailment that sets you apart from others and wreaks havoc in your life without leaving its calling card.

True, we all know,  denial is not just a river in Egypt.  Denial can be a major or the largest factor in going without help for long periods.  Shame, feelings of self-hatred, low-self esteem, feelings of failure, dishonest thinking hiding out and covering up as a way of life can be factors.  Not being willing to even look into what it might be for fear you'll get an answer that will require a major lifestyle change is another.

What typically forces a person in this predicament to go looking for the answer?  Sometimes a separation or divorce will jar someone into taking action.  A death of a family member or friend can motivate a person to find out what exactly is wrong with their life.  A child expressing fear, disappointment or disrespect can get through the fog and trigger a reaction in a parent.  A major medical crisis or a suicide attempt is sometimes enough to send someone looking for real help.

Where Do You Go First?  What Do You Do?'

You begin with self-honesty.  You face the man the man or woman in the mirror and get as honest as you still know how to be.   It may be that you really don't know and you aren't in denial. Then if you go to a doctor, a psychiatrist or therapist, look up your symptoms on the Internet, call a crisis phone line, or just talk to somebody and be open about what has been going on with you. 

My Undiagnosed Years:  Sometimes we're the last to know.

I had know idea that my inability to get out of bed and take an interest in life was clinical depression.  I was waiting for it to go away on its own.  As if  I really was just in one long bad mood or having an attack of self-pity,  as the people around me seemed to suggest with their "snap out of it" themed remarks.

And I love the title of the self-help book You Mean I'm Not Lazy, Crazy or Stupid? because that was sure how I felt when I learned I had adult attention deficit disorder (A.D.D.).   I also learned I had not lived up to my potential since childhood because of A.D.D.

I really thought I had to be losing my mind when I had bipolar disorder and didn't know it.  (I wasn't though, thank God.  It's not a psychosis.)   I called that thing that was out off center in my life in a big way "severe, chronic and terminal PMS" to my friends and husband, and I sought help from gynecologists. 

When my drinking progressed to daily binges,  I got creative.  I knew I couldn't be an alcoholic.  My parents were alcoholics,  and I knew what they were like:  a couple of out of it drunks who staggered around and slurred when they spoke.   No, I was special.  I had a rare mental illness which might look for all the world  like alcoholism,  but was really a neurological illness of some kind that caused a person to have to drink every day.   They emotionally and mentally had to drink because  they were entirely too sensitive for the crassness of this world.  I was an artiste--a writer--and I was unique. Yeah, and then I got better and told people how "terminal uniquitis" almost killed me.  Because if no one has a diagnosis for you, that means help isn't forthcoming.  

Drugs?  I rationalized to any "straight" person that would listen that I "mostly" just smoked marijuana and everybody knew that should be legal because it was harmless.

The problem with my thinking, my denial,  was that I didn't include psychedelics, which everyone knew were a sacred consciousness-raising drug.  Nor did I feel like including all the bottles of codeine cough syrup I drank, the many, many bottles of barbiturates, amphetamines and  pain killers;  cocaine, hash, and many more,  including the odd pills I found on the ground and then later looked up in the Physician's Desk Reference to see if they were worth taking or not.

So that covers my mysterious thing that took control of my life at various ages and caused it to become something I didn't recognize as my own.

 How About You?  Are You Ready To Call It By Name?

How about you?  Are you ready to cut through the denial and admit what earthquake is causing the aftershocks that have altered your life for the worse?

Things You Can Do:

 Write out all the symptoms your experiencing and see how many are branches of a common tree.  Go talk to your minister, priest or rabbi; employee assistance program person, counselor, doctor, or spouse/significant other.  Listen to their feedback and let it in before you discount it.  Are a number of people close to you all telling you the same things?   You could try an open meeting of a self-help group where you don't have to be a member to attend.  You also don't have to participate, but you will be able to listen and see if you belong there.

To get you started I'm going to include links to some simple quizzes to check yourself for signs and symptoms of these conditions.   The rest is up to you.  How long do you want to stay miserable?  Isn't it time to make a break a break for wellness? 

Remember, you only need to make the change in your life for one day.  You can do anything for one day.  You can build a house all by yourself.  You just have to do it brick by brick.

I hope this is your first brick.

1.  Are You Bipolar?

2.  Are you an addict?

3. Are you an alcoholic?

4.  Do I have adult attention deficit disorder (A.D.D.)?

5.  Do you have depression?

Sunday, October 10, 2010


It has been an extraordinary day.  I had a major epiphany about how I need to get really authentic in thought, word, writing and all interactions if I am to fulfill my life's purpose.  I took a risk and came out of the closet on all my blogs about the fact that I am recovering from bipolar disorder, A.D.D., alcoholism, addiction, depression and am a former non-custodial mother.  It felt good, but I didn't feel like getting into my whole complex web of stories about each.  Soon though.

I made a wonderful, life-altering new friend, Deanna.  She sent me a link for her blog after I listed mine with network blogs under the category spiritual on FB. It blew me away.  I am linking to her post on synchronicities now.  She is a healing survivor out to help others who are incest victims.  She shares the most amazingly honest spiritual and personal insights.  Many of her views are the same or similiar to my own. 

She travels the world and I read a post tonight about an amazing adventure in Israel.  Everyone must see that is unique and special.  People intuit that she is a sensitive, compassionate and probably psychic person who is healing and wants to help heal others.

She is my new FB friends for the little that that has come to mean.  More important, I plan to make her friendship and keep her and her remarkable blog in my life for some time. 

Read this post on synchronicities and see if she isn't a very amazing, unusual and extremely honest and spiritually awakened woman.

Saturday, October 9, 2010



I had a huge epiphany today.  It was the result of reading a chapter titled "Learning to Follow" in my current favorite book:  Life's Companion:  Journal Writing As A Spiritual Quest by Christina Baldwin.   This chapter begins, "Our primary task in life is to discover and define our life purpose and then to accomplish it to the best of our ability." (p 257)

I finally figured out my purpose in life this year.  It is to use my God-given talent of writing to touch minds and hearts and serve others. Today the how-to's appeared in my journal writing and reflections.

Please ignore my crazy talk, once again, about becoming an expert in your niche and building a strong platform.  It grows like dandelions just from contact with the Internet.  Yesterday, before I had my inner awakening, I was planning to write an e-book on becoming an expert in your niche writing area.  I Googled it and discovered there are hundreds of such e-books, pamphlets and articles, many costing over $50 by the way.  The world does not need another.

That's neither here nor there.  The wake-up call I had today was the result of a journaling exercise from the book that helped me look at the conditions I set on my willingness to be led.  And remember,  I have written about this in my blogs--I set out each and every day praying to do God's will.   That is what I mean to follow.

The exercise then asks what are your conditions for being led to fulfill your life's purpose?  Okay, I want to reach out and touch people and help them.  I want to learn compassion.  I want to evolve and become enlightened.  Here are a few conditions I place on doing God's will and fulfilling my purpose in life though: 

       1.  It must result in fame and abundance. 
       2.  It must involve publication of my writing and money.      
       3.  It must make me an authority figure and important ("expert" "go-to
       4. It must make me respected and looked up to by others.     
       5. It must make me wealthy.  (What happened to the Law of
           Abundance?  I must have been afraid it wouldn't be generous enough with            me in the manifestation department.)          
       6. It must involve my being a prolific writer with many publications including
           national print magazine articles, e-books and books.     
       7. It should involve spiritual beliefs--for show or for real?      
       8. It should give me a sense of accomplishment, achievement, and  fulfillment            (Not "Look what I was able to do by God's grace, but look  what the great
            I did--me--Maryellen Grady.
     9. It should not involve any one-to-one meetings with individuals.   
   10. It should keep me in the limelight--teaching, speaking, publishing, writing,
         and consulting.

How's that for hubris to start chopping through to get to the authentic person and work on getting some humility?  Because I know one thing:  No one, no matter how bad they're hurting, wants to be helped by a know-it-all pompous ass.  You can only reach others with humility and honesty.   I am not going to complete my mission in life if I don't put my gigantic ego aside and allow myself to be led by God's will for me.  It's that simple.

Here's the closet I am stepping out of in order to begin to live authentically:  I am recovering from and living with treated bipolar disorder, adult attention deficit (A.D.D.), alcoholism, addiction, depression and being a non-custodial parent for most of my children's lives.   And wham bang out come the labels:  Insane, a drunk, a druggie, crazy, fruitcake, flaky, spacey, not all there, a downer, an unfit mother... I'm sure I've been called them all and worse.   I am happy to say that I have gotten and am getting help.  I see a psychiatrist regularly, take medication for A.D.D., depression,  and bipolar disorder;  go to A.A. meetings and try to work the program;  and have some kind of relationships with my grown children today.

That wasn't so hard to confess.  Of course it will be when people start commenting that as an addict and alcoholic alone I deserved to lose my children.   I don't feel like sharing the whole long story right now.  It might sound like I was just making excuses.  So I can come out now and be who I really am.  I am not an ugly duckling but a swan that was in hiding and not owning up to its true self.  Now I can re-join my people who speak my language and understand without being told.  This insight has motivated me to look again for local A.D.D. and bipolar support groups.

I know many, many people struggle with the illnesses and disorders I have survived by the grace of God.  If I am allowed to share my experience, strength, and hope,  and it helps even one person, I can say I fulfilled my life's purpose.   I will share more about these illnesses from a personal viewpoint in future blog posts unless people let me know they don't want to hear it.  The heartbreak to all of them is that you're sometimes the last person to find out that you have them.   No one wants to be an alcoholic, addict or say they are chronically depressed in this society which urges us all to put on a happy face and fake it until we make it.  We don't want to label ourselves with something like adult attention deficit even when we live in chaos, clutter, and can't focus or get organized to save our lives.  We blank it out as working too hard or stress.  The non-custodial mother rarely discloses her status if it can be helped.  She knows the criticisms she will feel as well as hear.

This is another step in building my self-esteem and accepting myself.  I know if I don't love myself I can't love others.  I must stop the self-blame and shame game and love myself unconditionally whether others accept me as I am or not.   "One thing you can't hide is when you're crippled inside."  --John Lennon, Crippled Inside