Unfixed Mind: Facing Tomorrow

Thank you. 🧡

Ah my heart - I love this series ❤

So raw, so real! Thank you for putting it all together and offering it to the public…

I have so much to say to you guys after watching this, but all I can do is cry because of this deep sense of sisterhood/brotherhood you transact to me. I love you all and feel such specific mysterious details in common with each one of - my ‘memento mori’ tattoo, the death of my mother which slaughtered my life into ‘before’ and ‘after’. I’m a writer, a rather successful novelist here in Israel. At the time I started writing, it was against all odds - I was a struggling young actress with a reputation of someone with a psychiatric condition and suicidal cloud floating above her crazy blond hairdo. The writing though didn’t come easy as I (still you) like things to come and go, Therefore I suspect that there were some serious star constellations involved. But what can I say about all this ‘recovery’ trend today, from which I can’t figure out the practical actions one should take to get things going. Each time there’s this slogan jumps like jack on the box - saying that recovery means different things to different people, and I thought we wanted to minimize or even completely get rid of them and be free to love, make art, record music, write novels,have careers and make money for the rent, but also for an occasional pair of funky shoes. I listen to you guys carefully and I totally trust the experience you share with us, as well as giving us tips and directions how to save ourselves. I want to share with you that I always reached out for help, I’ve used the cervices of many good and less good psych doctors and even more cervices of all kinds of therapists, in which I invested all my faith and hope, and at this point of summing up my path through mental condition, I came to the conclusion that talking about your emotions, your pain, your helplessness, your privet fiery inferno in which you abide, brings no interesting wisdom or insight but definitely brings up a lot of useless distress and unsolvable and overused memories . I know I’m perceiving my ability to see things the way they are, in a slightly arrogant manner, but let’s face it guys - when push come to shove - no one can make a serious enquiry of your psyche. And often enough I discover that I’m coming to detest all the recommended activities that are supposed to ‘manage’ your condition. what does it even mean? I’m going now trough a severe depressive episode, and I’m holding my self not to start screaming so hard they’ll hear me at the Antarctica - all this ‘coping skills’ one can find in any old lifestyle magazine at your dentist’s waiting room. Fitness? Yoga? Heathy eating? Spending time in nature? Meeting with friends? Helpppppp! However, if all this resonates on any level, and if any of you has some thoughts on this matter, I shall be more grateful and to hear your ideas ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

Is that Ava's song at the end?