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Top Five Worst Comments Christians Make to Depressed Friends


I must confess something to you. It may come as a shock in light of my 172 posts over the past 14 months of blogging. My husband would deny it, but it’s the truth: Sometimes I am at a loss for words.

I’ll grant you, it’s not often, but I came across a list on line a year that left me speechless for some time. It was a compilation of actual quotes from loved ones and well meaning folks toward their depressed friend or family member. One quote literally referred to finding a prostitute as a solution! I just sat there thinking….


So after a year of not having anything to say, I now feel compelled to speak on behalf of thousands of wonderful people who battle depression. I see them in my office and I watch them try so hard to figure out why, oh why can’t they…

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Top Five Worst Comments Christians Make to Depressed Friends

Top Five Worst Comments Christians Make to Depressed Friends.

You Might See Tattoos In A New Light After You See Them On This Woman

You Might See Tattoos In A New Light After You See Them On This Woman. CANNOT wait to get my tats over MY cancer scars!!!

Dying…it’s not what you expect.

On February 5th, 2013, I died. I had just come out of surgery for endometrial cancer and was (I believe) in a hallway or elevator surrounded by people calling my name and telling me the surgery was over. My face was turned painfully to the left as I was lying on my back. I have kyphosis of the spine, a spinal birth defect, and it is extremely painful for my neck to be turned to the left. There was some sort of monitor laying on the bed right beside my face. It was a blue box with a black face plate and the readings on it were red digital numbers. I don’t know if they took me off the respirator too soon or what the reason was but, I lay there not responding to the medical staff because, I was finding it even hard to breathe. Then, I saw the red digits on the monitor in front of my face start to fall rapidly, I heard a male voice say loudly and commanding, “BAG HER!” and then, it felt like I slipped out of my body through the soles of my feet. I was in a place where I felt as if I were traveling at great speeds through what looked like small, tiny, broken pieces of gold gilt. When I came to the end of this “traveling” part, I felt an indescribable peace, security, I had no memory at that time of anything from this life or this Earth. I was inside of or being held by this Presence, (as I have come to describe it) of something that is far greater than you but, is a part of you. The greatest part was the love that came from this Presence to me while I was there with It. It was a place where you didn’t need any other love because, this love was complete. I remember feeling that I was safe. The pains of my body were not there. The pains of my heart were not there. They had all passed away for the time I was there. When I get down now, I try to remember what it felt like being there and I try to meditate on it with hopes of returning forever one day.

Because Butch wanted to know more….

Because Butch wanted to know more…..

Because Butch wanted to know more….

My first cousin, Roy “Butch” Utley slowly gained a curious interest in the workings of my brain when he discovered 1) I have Bipolar Disorder I 2) I have experienced out of body experiences and 3) I died in surgery a little over a year ago and he was keen on knowing what the experience had left with me. I will not in any way, shape or form be able to cram all this information into one blog post so, I suppose the best place to start is at the start.

I was born on a 17 degree winter morning on December 13th, 1960, in Bessemer, Jefferson County, Alabama. The nurses at the hospital were seriously concerned about my behavior, even at birth, and asked my Mother over and over again if she had experienced anything traumatic during her pregnancy because, as the nurse told my Mother, “This is the most nervous and frightened baby I have ever seen in my whole life!”

My own earliest memory that I can recall at 53 years old now, was sitting in a wooden stroller on a gravel road that ran by our house and I could see my older brother and sister playing down the road a few paces. I was not of walking age and I had no shoes on my feet. One of my first words was “shoes” but, I pronounced them as “hee’s.” I must have been around 6 or 7 months old but, I knew I didn’t want to be in that stroller alone and that I did want to be down the road with my brother and sister. So, I began constructing plans in my mind on how to get out of the stroller and down the road. I did manage to get out of the stroller but, it came with a hard tumble onto lima bean sized gravel rocks. Of course, I started screaming my head off because, my plans had failed and now I was a scraped up, cut up, scratched up baby girl. Marilyn, as usual, came to my rescue.To this very day, Marilyn is always running to my rescue. Well, it’s her own damn fault. She had little faith that God could answer her 8-9 year old prayer with a little brown eyed sister. Thunderbust on her….she got a little brown eyed sister, when it was genetically impossible. And, I’ve managed to make life hell for everyone since the day I arrived. Just before Christmas, the year John knocked down the Christmas tree and Mom threw a shoe at him and hit him in the head. He deserved that, too.

Onto toddling, I was not a child that required sleep and when I did try and I did fall asleep, I would fall out of the bed and hurt myself because, apparently while toddling I believed I was the sleeping acrobat. There were nights when I had long been put to bed and the adults had settled down for the evening movie or television show and then, they would hear a small voice coming down the hallway quoting whatever was being said on the television. One night I was the mighty shepherd boy David from the Bible calling out to King Saul, “Saul! Saul! Saul!”, another night I was Lawrence Welk and Orchestra singing “Good Night, Sleep Tight.” 

At 3 years old, my then 12 year old, sister, Marilyn, left a copy of 16 magazine laying on one of the double beds. I liked looking at pictures in magazines and newspapers. On the front of this 16 magazine were four faces of four young men. I studied each face as I usually do and then, my eyes fell on the most beautiful brown eyes I had ever seen! Who was that man? His eyes are so beautiful and pretty. I wanted to know. No, I had to know! I didn’t want to ask Marilyn because she was very picky about me playing with or getting into her belongings. So, I started quietly turning the pages of the magazine until I found another picture of the man with the pretty eyes. There were what looked like millions of letters all scrambled up on each page but, it had to mean something or why would Marilyn be interested? Then, I looked at all the letters on the page again and started putting their sounds together. I knew my alphabet by 3 years old. By making the sounds of the letters whispering, I found that the letters strung together made sense into a word. So, I slowly started making out the words, then the sentence parts, then running the whole sentence together and within weeks I was fully reading and even requested parts of the newspaper on Sunday’s. And, the man with the pretty brown eyes? I learned his name. Paul McCartney.


Melting Chalkboard

One of my first experiences/episodes of Bipolar Disorder happened in 2nd grade when, I looked up at the chalkboard and it seemed to be melting off the wall. I found it odd but, nothing to make a big deal over. I had seen things earlier in life that were much more eery than a melting chalkboard.

Well, I never felt more like singing the blues….

I’m in a depression again. It was great seeing Geoff…all 3 minutes I saw of him but, we hugged and he sweated on me so, I suppose I should be satisfied. The weather is simply not cooperating with anyone this year; it is overly wet and cold everywhere. By this time in Florida we wouldn’t even consider blue jeans and tennis shoes but, it’s just not warming up and the skies are constantly cloudy with no sun whatsoever. I am attempting to do two fundraisers; one for Suncoast Animal League and another for Moffitt Cancer Center but, I keep running into problems in even getting the printer to work for me so, feeling tears welling up inside of me, I just gave up. And, I am having a hard time understanding why people either hate me or they simply want to use me. I really do have some suicidal ideations going on right now but, God forbid I mention them to anyone. I’d end up in Adler again and that place is almost worse than jail. No, it is a jail…all your human rights are stripped away and your life is not within your own control when they put you there. I like to be able to have a cigarette when I want one and I like to be able to fucking burn myself with a cigarette when I want to. Most people like cutting. I am not much of cutter, as I am a burner or a stabber. I like to stab myself with things but, not cut. When the pain gets too much inside, the physical pain of the burn or stab substitutes for a while the inner pain that takes over and overwhelms me inside. So many describe it as drowning and, it is a lot like drowning. I guess that’s why I have such a fear of drowning. I have, basically, been drowning all my life. Drowning in the very air that I breathe into my lungs. Drowning in the impossibility of gaining and receiving the things I want most but have been totally neglected of having. Drowning in need of a love that confounds my mind and soul to the point that I don’t understand myself, let alone anyone else’s ideas or opinions on it. How can a person love you at one point and then, suddenly, stop? I don’t understand that at all. Once I love someone, I will always love them. It doesn’t just stop. If it just stops, it never really was then, was it? So, you…you, the person that tells me that you love me….you better damn well mean it. Because, once I start, I do not stop. I will not stop. I couldn’t make myself stop if I wanted to because….I have tried…God knows, I have tried. I would give anything to be free from the pain it causes me, too. I still love you….I do….

So, I’m going Direct Sales, I think I’m going Direct Sales, I really think so….

I started with JewelScent on March 9th, 2014 and by Friday I will be in direct sales with the Dove Chocolate Company. My next investment will be with a company called The Traveling Vineyard that does wine sales and wine tasting parties which, I think will go over very well in the cigar bars and with the cigar bar owners. I am, also, looking into a company that sells a WIDE variety of gift baskets, as well. Not having many issues with the Bipolar Disorder or anything mentally disturbing. I made my little Sorta, Cameron, a Easter bucket filled with all sorts of ducks because, his Mommy and I love ducks so, I found a bunch of things with ducks for a newborn because well, he is a newborn! I got him some University of Alabama Crimson Tide things; a little black Onesy that says “Start Them Young And Raise Them Right!” with an Alabama emblem on it, a crimson diaper cover with an Alabama “A” stitched on the bottom and a pair of red and white Alabama booties. I meant to get him a little football and forgot all about it!! Anyway, “he” sent me a thank you note and a photo of himself so I can show him off now when everyone starts pulling their grand babies pictures out!! Half of my JewelScent profits are going to a man named Marty that has been diagnosed with terminal cancer and his family is in dire straits financially so, if you’re in the mood to give to a needy family then, go and register at my JewelScent Florida web sight and buy you something cool and half of my profits go to Marty and his family!