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How Amplifying Feelings Can Lead to Breakthroughs

There is a tenet in acting that everything is usable. What this means is that actors use all feelings that arise when performing. Anything and everything can be integrated into the performance. For instance, if a character is supposed to feel sad yet for some reason the actor giggles, that is okay. Even if it doesn’t seem “right” for the context of the scene. This is because people have different responses to sadness. While it’s true that we often cry, we might also laugh to deflect pain. Or, have an angry outburst. Whatever the impulse, all feelings provide fertile ground for an authentic performance.

The same principle applies to personal transformation. Every feeling that arises can be invaluable. Yet we often sanitize our emotional experiences. Pushing down difficult feelings and only welcoming the joyful ones. Even in psychotherapy, therapists may have clients by-pass the more distressful feelings. But typically, the only way out of pain is through it. And emotions serve us when we can decode their messages.

So, the next time you find yourself tip-toeing around a challenging feeling, consider the gift it might offer. Can you lean into the emotion to see what it is to trying communicate? Experiencing the feeling doesn’t mean that you have to react to it in a destructive manner. For instance, if feeling anger, you don’t need to punch the wall. Instead decisions can be made regarding how to work with the anger.

So, I encourage you in life and in art, to let yourself have your full experiences. This is where the deepest growth occurs. And where the most beautiful artistic expression emerges. Even when we think to the contrary.

Loneliness- The Un-Named Diagnosis

Did you know that if you tell Siri you want to kill yourself, she will connect you to the national suicide hotline? This is remarkable and potentially life saving, yet it makes me sad that in our darkest hour of need, we might reach out to our phones instead of another human being.

We are starting to name a growing mental health crisis in our nation, which marks progress, but we are only beginning to scratch the surface of its causes. While loneliness doesn’t get mention in the DSM 5, it can be a causal factor in anxiety disorders, depressive disorders, substance use disorders, and eating disorders. What is happening to our ability to connect with each other in a meaningful and substantive way?

Psychology Today, in March/April 2018, addressed loneliness as an epidemic in America. Feelings of alienation and rejection lie at the heart of the issue and impact all social groups, whether old or young, married or single. New research indicates that loneliness causes genuine hurt, impacting the same part of the brain that registers physical pain. Yet it is the quality of connection most at stake, for we can be in a room full of people and still feel alone. Conversely, we can spend time alone and still feel deeply connected, if we have relationships rich in quality.

Human beings are relational creatures. We learn and grow via inter-connectedness. While highly individual, we thrive when feeling supported and validated by core people in our lives. In the program I teach, Mental Health First Aid , we have a term called “ministry of presence,” which describes a quality of being with another person without pushing an agenda, judging, or giving unsolicited advice. This is vital because we all want to feel a sense of acceptance, respect, and love. Like a parent lovingly holding a child in his/her arms, ministry of presence requires nothing more than showing up with quiet focus on the moment shared. However, demands on our time and attention pull us away from these types of interactions. We’re also putting focus on external validation (i.e. how many likes did my post get on Instagram) vs. the sense of security that comes with genuine acceptance for simply being.

In order to connect more fully we others, we need to take a little time to connect with ourselves. Otherwise, we’re running on empty and don’t have much in terms of energy or internal resources to give to others. We can sit with ourselves in quiet meditation, or go for a walk, or journal write. Although these are solitary activities, they actually can decrease feelings of loneliness because they increase a sense of connectedness to self. From there, we can practice being more present with others in our lives.

Connection though requires a degree of reaching out. To that end, I highly encourage you to make a phone call a day to someone. Check in with someone and find out how he or she is doing. Share a bit how you’re doing. This builds connections that run deeper than sending an emoji via text. This is important because if someone is feeling down enough to consider suicide, a relationship built on very surface communication might not prompt him or her to reach out to you. The suicide rate in America has gone up 25% in the last two decades and loneliness most likely plays a role in this devastating statistic. If we want to cure loneliness and isolation, we need more than Siri to help us do that. We need to actively foster relationships that convey care.

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Source: Lise’s Letters
Loneliness- The Un-Named Diagnosis

Lise’s Letters Has Moved

Hello! It has been quite some time since I’ve blogged. You may have been wondering why. The main reason is that Lise’s Letters has moved. I’m now hosting a blog, also on WordPress, called “Selfish Bitch of a Daughter.” It can be found at Selfishbitchofadaughter.com.

You may ponder the title. “Do you have a selfish daughter who you think is a bitch?” you may be asking, thinking that this is an Internet tell-all about my entitled teenage daughter. No. That is not the case. I do not have any children despite always having wanted to have been a mother. Nor was I a selfish bitch of a daughter. I was actually a very good daughter.

The reason I say “was a good daughter” is because both of my parents are deceased.  Both had serious mental health and addiction issues. My mom was incarcerated for 5 felony DUIs and died by suicide and my father, who was once a prominent attorney, was later disbarred. He died bankrupt at the age of 58 from pancreatic cancer. I always wanted to help them and when I couldn’t, I felt like a bad daughter. When I placed focus on myself, I felt selfish.

Specifically, the title of the blog comes from a one woman show I wrote, produced, and starred in that explored my relationship with my mother and how her struggles impacted my own. What I discovered when I performed the show was how many people actually related to the narrative. It turns out my story isn’t so unique. As people came up to hug me afterward to congratulate me, I ended up hugging and consoling a few of them. The show struck a nerve.

One in five Americans will have a mental illness in any given year and some of those individuals will wind up in jail instead of in psychiatric care for as I say in the show, “Orange is the new black and jails have replaced psychiatric hospitals.”

Because I want to continue exploring themes from the show through writing and dialogue, I decided to launch the new blog, as it has a more specific focus on mental health issues.

Come on over and check it out!

Source: Lise’s Letters
Lise’s Letters Has Moved

The Art Of Doing Less

If truth be told, I take yoga because it knocks me out like a drug. No matter how much I have on my plate, I still take class. Afterward, I sit on my couch and watch the light patterns on my carpet. I may even curl up on the couch and sleep.

This zoned out state used to frustrate me. Now I see the resulting fatigue and inactivity as a gift. It means that a fair amount of stress was bound within me. When the stress releases I realize just how tired I am when not masking my energy levels with adrenaline, caffeine, and will power.

For a responsible person like me, consciously slowing down feels like a cardinal sin. But it’s a sin I must commit.

In a world that demands more and more of us, it takes discipline to do less. Yet we must do less, if we want more quality moments in our lives.

In his book, Dying For A Paycheck Jeffrey Pfeffer contends that modern management practices are killing us. Whether we work for a company, for ourselves, or run a business, the current climate impacts everyone. Long hours, work-family conflict, and economic insecurity are driving people to sacrifice health and relationships. Couple this with the fact that technology keeps us connected 24/7 unless we consciously disengage, and it’s no wonder we’re all frazzled, popping pills, or pooped. Who has time for family, or dating, or hobbies, or health? We’re expected to do more for less and technological developments move faster than we can keep pace with. No matter the specifics of your situation, the current climate is exhausting.

So what can you do to maintain your health and sanity in a world that spins faster and faster off its axis? Here are some suggestions:

  • Develop a yoga practice or mindfulness based meditation routine
  • Exercise regularly
  • Turn the phone and computer off at least a few hours before bed
  • Get outside every day for a walk
  • Pet an animal
  • Spend time with a young person
  • Stare at your navel
  • Take a break from the social media noise
  • Accept that you are enough and that your efforts are enough
  • Trust God, the universe, or some kind stranger to catch you, if the sky caves in
  • Know that you will catch yourself, if the sky caves in
  • Know that the world somehow always goes on
  • Look up at the sky; it’s beautiful
  • Bake cookies and share them with the neighbors
  • Breathe

You will be surprised at how much better you feel. Not only that, you might find yourself more productive after not doing much of anything at all. You and your health are worth it!

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Source: Lise’s Letters
The Art Of Doing Less

Money Matters in Mental Health

My mom died penniless, middle-aged, and alone. She was found dead on the streets from an overdose of amitriptyline- meds prescribed to calm her nerves not kill her. She should never have wound up in this condition. 

She never should have died poor, let alone- alone. She was raised in a middle-class family and worked for over twenty years at a university where she should have been receiving a pension. She owned her home, worked very hard, was frugal, and also inherited some money from an uncle. How then did this happen? 

What steered her off course from a modest but secure retirement? And what left her thinking she had no way out and no one in the world to whom she could turn? 

My mom had a dependence on alcohol that led to years of isolation and eventual incarceration for felony DUIs. She lost her job, her assets, and poured money down the drain in restitution fees. She also failed to learn about investing, so even though she had a money manager, she didn’t know how to manage her accounts or to adequately leverage them. 

With or without an addiction problem and depression and anxiety, my mom wasn’t so different from a large number of Americans. Many of us are only a few paychecks away from homelessness. While money isn’t everything and you can certainly struggle emotionally even when you have it, poverty has always been a risk factor for mental illness. And as more and more Americans struggle to make a basic living, we are seeing increases in anxiety, depression, and suicide. We are also seeing a rise in loneliness and feelings of futility.

It will be increasingly important to look at the intersection between mental wellness and financial stability for there is a direct correlation. I grew up with parents who did well financially but who lost everything due to emotional instability. My father, who was a successful lawyer, was disbarred due to drug addiction. And I’ve described my mother’s trajectory from security to helplessness and despair.  

But what of Americans who are mentally well but not financially stable? What of Americans who despite working harder and harder find themselves spinning their wheels in financial mud? This constant sense of disempowerment threatens self-esteem, one’s sense of control, and one’s place in the world.  

All of us are vulnerable to financial instability, if we do not make financial literacy a priority. We are even more at risk if we are alone, don’t make a great salary, or don’t come from privilege. The old ways of working for a pension and being able to retire simply by working hard and being loyal to a company are gone. If we as a nation don’t address this issue, we will see more and more people aging with a sense of hopelessness and despair. If we as individuals don’t realize we have to find a new game plan, we will fall short of how we want to live. 

In addition, we need to work on our mental health because regardless of our financial status, it is vital to financial solvency. Mental wellness is its own form of wealth. We must be well emotionally to function, problem solve, learn, grow, work, and to develop community with others. 

 To that end, let’s look out for ourselves and for each other. Let’s have empathy. Let’s understand all the factors at play. Let’s educate and empower each other, particularly those in need and those less fortunate. Let’s connect and support, for no one should have to die on the streets ashamed, lost, and alone. I want no one to have the tragic ending that my mother did. 

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Money Matters in Mental Health

A Cat At The Hair Dresser’s

Finding love in the everyday….

I had an early morning haircut today. My hairdresser, Audrey, opened the shop before anyone else was there. When I arrived, the salon door was slightly cracked open and a kitty cat was poking its nose inside. I opened the door wider and naughtily encouraged him to enter. He strutted in like he owned the place.

This cat had no shyness. It was obvious he wanted to check out the different stations but more than that, this cat wanted contact. He had a shiny, soft coat reflecting good health and care. His engraved identification tag proved my suspicions that he had an owner and simply liked to roam the hood. In fact, the ID tag instructed me to check out his FB page. (His name is Admirable Mittens, btw). At this point, I was scheming how I could take him home with me. I thought I’d call the owner, tell him that the cat was here at the hair salon, but that if he needed to get rid of Mr. Mittens for any reason, here was my phone number. I should be called immediately.

Admirable Mittens jumped in my lap while I was getting my hair shampooed.

The owner texted me back: Figures. He also loves eat pie, the yoga studio, and the health food store.

I have been felineless for a while now. I was the proud mother of two beautiful boys for seven years. When they were alive, people feared I was becoming THAT woman – the eccentric and very single, cat-woman. Now that I don’t have animals, I imagine those same folks are concerned I’m becoming inhuman. After all, I don’t have pets or kids.

I’m just fine.

But once I meet a cool cat like this who needs a home, I’m in. Sign me up. I’m ready to adopt.

In the meantime, we find love in the everyday. That’s all there is folks. We find love while smiling at the driver next to us instead of flipping him or her off. We find love while talking to the grocery store clerk or while resolving a bill dispute with someone working for customer service instead of being prompted by a machine to press #1,2, or 3. And sometimes, when we’re really lucky, we find love while we’re getting our hair done.

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A Cat At The Hair Dresser’s

The Burden of Trauma

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I have spent my entire life seeped in the landscape of trauma. After first-hand experience with it in my childhood and teenage years, I chose a career involving the study of it. I then spent two decades trying to help others get through similar experiences. And I now teach on the subject. Yet trauma still perplexes me. Every time I think I understand it, I’m struck by its tenacity and complexity. I’m surprised by how simultaneously fragile and resilient we are as humans.

I have learned that unless you’ve been through trauma yourself, people typically do not understand the experience. A person can say, “Don’t think about it,” or “be grateful,” or “don’t be so negative,” in an attempt to be helpful but when grappling with flashbacks, or emotional seizures that leave you in a state where you can’t stop crying, you can’t mind over matter the situation. Instead, you have to fasten your seatbelt and get ready to go on a ride. A ride that feels like death but that eventually comes to a stop- until you get thrust on the ride again.

The reason trauma is so damaging to the system is because the body registers it as the real or perceived threat of death. Whether violence, or an accident, or death, or a natural disaster, something heinous and uncontrollable occurs that warps our sense of stability and agency. Suddenly, we don’t have control. Terrible shit can and does happen and suddenly, all our thoughts of being in charge of our lives goes out the window. So much for “carpe diem” or “I’m the King of the world!”

I lost my mother to incarceration and suicide and my father to drug addiction. In the process of both situations, there was profound confusion, fear, abandonment, betrayal, shock, and abuse. Developmentally, I was young when these events occurred but when comparing these situations to children being torn from their parents at young ages or extreme poverty, I feel like my experiences reflect first world problems. Yet it’s all part of the same soup. It doesn’t matter whether it’s a school shooting or rape or incest or the Holocaust or poverty. Trauma leaves a scar that effects you whether rich or poor, privileged or not.

We all want to be connected; we all want to feel safe; we all want to experience love. Trauma threatens to wipe out these fundamental elements of human experience.

Humans crave stability, power, relationships, and control. Trauma obliterates all of that. And when you have few of those elements cemented regardless of trauma, a sudden tragedy threatens one’s sense of place in the world even more. Thankfully, we are incredibly resilient as humans. We can and do move on. We can and do thrive. We don’t stay stuck forever. Flowers can grow through a crack in the cement.

But even when doing well, the burden of trauma can rip one right back into the pain and the loss and the confusion. All it takes are a few elements that correspond with the original wound and ka-bang. Like ripping a bandaid off, we can find ourselves bleeding. Uncontrollably.

The only way through trauma is to keep tending to it. To respect it. And to connect with those who understand it. And when the moment passes, we have a personal responsibility to help someone else through the same tunnel because everyone has a story. Over and over, as I teach around the nation, I am shocked by how much pain and suffering there is in the world.

Recently, I had a philosophical cab driver from Nigeria remark to me, “The soul is meant to experience joy. When we cry, it is a moment of reflection.” Perhaps that is the essence of healing. May we use our tears as a period of reflection that brings us back to joy.

Source: Lise’s Letters
The Burden of Trauma

The Burden of Trauma

8808866-withered-yellow-tulip-flower-on-wooden-board

I have spent my entire life seeped in the landscape of trauma. After first-hand experience with it in my childhood and teenage years, I chose a career involving the study of it. I then spent two decades trying to help others get through similar experiences. And I now teach on the subject. Yet trauma still perplexes me. Every time I think I understand it, I’m struck by its tenacity and complexity. I’m surprised by how simultaneously fragile and resilient we are as humans.

I have learned that unless you’ve been through trauma yourself, people typically do not understand the experience. A person can say, “Don’t think about it,” or “be grateful,” or “don’t be so negative,” in an attempt to be helpful but when grappling with flashbacks, or emotional seizures that leave you in a state where you can’t stop crying, you can’t mind over matter the situation. Instead, you have to fasten your seatbelt and get ready to go on a ride. A ride that feels like death but that eventually comes to a stop- until you get thrust on the ride again.

The reason trauma is so damaging to the system is because the body registers it as the real or perceived threat of death. Whether violence, or an accident, or death, or a natural disaster, something heinous and uncontrollable occurs that warps our sense of stability and agency. Suddenly, we don’t have control. Terrible shit can and does happen and suddenly, all our thoughts of being in charge of our lives goes out the window. So much for “carpe diem” or “I’m the King of the world!”

I lost my mother to incarceration and suicide and my father to drug addiction. In the process of both situations, there was profound confusion, fear, abandonment, betrayal, shock, and abuse. Developmentally, I was young when these events occurred but when comparing these situations to children being torn from their parents at young ages or extreme poverty, I feel like my experiences reflect first world problems. Yet it’s all part of the same soup. It doesn’t matter whether it’s a school shooting or rape or incest or the Holocaust or poverty. Trauma leaves a scar that effects you whether rich or poor, privileged or not.

We all want to be connected; we all want to feel safe; we all want to experience love. Trauma threatens to wipe out these fundamental elements of human experience.

Humans crave stability, power, relationships, and control. Trauma obliterates all of that. And when you have few of those elements cemented regardless of trauma, a sudden tragedy threatens one’s sense of place in the world even more. Thankfully, we are incredibly resilient as humans. We can and do move on. We can and do thrive. We don’t stay stuck forever. Flowers can grow through a crack in the cement.

But even when doing well, the burden of trauma can rip one right back into the pain and the loss and the confusion. All it takes are a few elements that correspond with the original wound and ka-bang. Like ripping a bandaid off, we can find ourselves bleeding. Uncontrollably.

The only way through trauma is to keep tending to it. To respect it. And to connect with those who understand it. And when the moment passes, we have a personal responsibility to help someone else through the same tunnel because everyone has a story. Over and over, as I teach around the nation, I am shocked by how much pain and suffering there is in the world.

Recently, I had a philosophical cab driver from Nigeria remark to me, “The soul is meant to experience joy. When we cry, it is a moment of reflection.” Perhaps that is the essence of healing. May we use our tears as a period of reflection that brings us back to joy.

Source: Lise’s Letters
The Burden of Trauma

The Burden of Trauma

8808866-withered-yellow-tulip-flower-on-wooden-board

I have spent my entire life seeped in the landscape of trauma. After first-hand experience with it in my childhood and teenage years, I chose a career involving the study of it. I then spent two decades trying to help others get through similar experiences. And I now teach on the subject. Yet trauma still perplexes me. Every time I think I understand it, I’m struck by its tenacity and complexity. I’m surprised by how simultaneously fragile and resilient we are as humans.

I have learned that unless you’ve been through trauma yourself, people typically do not understand the experience. A person can say, “Don’t think about it,” or “be grateful,” or “don’t be so negative,” in an attempt to be helpful but when grappling with flashbacks, or emotional seizures that leave you in a state where you can’t stop crying, you can’t mind over matter the situation. Instead, you have to fasten your seatbelt and get ready to go on a ride. A ride that feels like death but that eventually comes to a stop- until you get thrust on the ride again.

The reason trauma is so damaging to the system is because the body registers it as the real or perceived threat of death. Whether violence, or an accident, or death, or a natural disaster, something heinous and uncontrollable occurs that warps our sense of stability and agency. Suddenly, we don’t have control. Terrible shit can and does happen and suddenly, all our thoughts of being in charge of our lives goes out the window. So much for “carpe diem” or “I’m the King of the world!”

I lost my mother to incarceration and suicide and my father to drug addiction. In the process of both situations, there was profound confusion, fear, abandonment, betrayal, shock, and abuse. Developmentally, I was young when these events occurred but when comparing these situations to children being torn from their parents at young ages or extreme poverty, I feel like my experiences reflect first world problems. Yet it’s all part of the same soup. It doesn’t matter whether it’s a school shooting or rape or incest or the Holocaust or poverty. Trauma leaves a scar that effects you whether rich or poor, privileged or not.

We all want to be connected; we all want to feel safe; we all want to experience love. Trauma threatens to wipe out these fundamental elements of human experience.

Humans crave stability, power, relationships, and control. Trauma obliterates all of that. And when you have few of those elements cemented regardless of trauma, a sudden tragedy threatens one’s sense of place in the world even more. Thankfully, we are incredibly resilient as humans. We can and do move on. We can and do thrive. We don’t stay stuck forever. Flowers can grow through a crack in the cement.

But even when doing well, the burden of trauma can rip one right back into the pain and the loss and the confusion. All it takes are a few elements that correspond with the original wound and ka-bang. Like ripping a bandaid off, we can find ourselves bleeding. Uncontrollably.

The only way through trauma is to keep tending to it. To respect it. And to connect with those who understand it. And when the moment passes, we have a personal responsibility to help someone else through the same tunnel because everyone has a story. Over and over, as I teach around the nation, I am shocked by how much pain and suffering there is in the world.

Recently, I had a philosophical cab driver from Nigeria remark to me, “The soul is meant to experience joy. When we cry, it is a moment of reflection.” Perhaps that is the essence of healing. May we use our tears as a period of reflection that brings us back to joy.

Source: Lise’s Letters
The Burden of Trauma

The Importance Of Getting Off The Grid

I don’t know about you but there are many days when I’m on complete overload. Modern life has created a cocktail of stimuli that is maxing out our nervous systems. We are bombarded by noise, demands, choices, and activities. Unless we take specific actions to decompress on a daily and even hourly basis, most of us are headed for burnout.

 

Sometimes we have to get off the grid. For that purpose, I’ve created a wellness retreat that will take place in beautiful Ojai, California on October 5th, 6th, and 7th. I hope you’ll join me!

During the retreat, we’ll reflect on what brings meaning and value to our lives- separate from the unwanted influences of our day-to-day schedules. Learn to better manage stress, improve your wellbeing, and feel revitalized! For details on the itinerary and accommodations, visit my website.

Take some time to care for yourself and to get away! I hope to see you in October in Ojai!

Source: Lise’s Letters
The Importance Of Getting Off The Grid