Thanksgiving is celebrated every year in the United States in November to mark the harvest and other blessings of the past year. It can be traced back to 1621 when a harvest feast was shared by the English colonists ( later known as the Pilgrims) of Plymouth and the Wampanoag people.
The later feast was hosted to honor the help of the Pilgrims from the Native Americans in developing crops and surviving their first severe winter. The original celebrations lasted for three days instead of one.
One thing you can be sure of is we are all thankful for you every day of the year, your comments, your story, and your loyalty. You make this blog and us better people and we couldn’t do it without your support.
I want to say a special thank you to all the contributors of Survivors Blog Here Mental Health Collaborative. You are strong, your stories are changing lives and most importantly you have changed mine for the better. I’m so proud to know and write with you.
It doesn’t matter if you live in America or not, we all have something to be thankful for. Why not take a minute to reflect on your blessings.
I can’t think of a better year to celebrate International’s Friendship Day! No doubt our friends have helped us keep our heads above water in these difficult COVID times. Be sure to let your friends know how much you appreciate them today. Melinda
Happy Friday! I am so glad you stopped by today. Covid-19 is increasing in numbers in many countries, we are depending on the actions of each other to survive this pandemic. Please wear a mask. Have a great weekend! Re-energize, Re-generate and Seek Wellness Melinda
Survivors Blog Here is thrilled to turn five years old!
“We believe our longevity is the commitment to our mission.“
From all of us to all of you
We support men and women Survivors from every walk of life. Struggles with Trauma, Violence, Mental Illness, Adoption, Child Abuse, Chronic Illness and more. We’re here for you.
Providing support as you work towards healing, taking steps forward, moving beyond the pain and struggle. We’re a collaborative of like-minded writers and photographers with a mission: to offer a creative, honest and safe place to gather. We offer support from a team of Survivors with diverse backgrounds, we believe everyone has a story to tell.
I want to share a couple of quotes from our contributors. These quotes show another side of Survivors Blog Here and what being a contributor means to each.
We are humbled you follow us, appreciate you stopping by and leaving your comments. Survivors Blog Here could not celebrate without you, you are the lifeblood of our community.
“Happy Birthday Survivors!
It has been a privilege; to be part of the; Survivors blog. It is comforting to be with a group of people who understand and care. I also think this blog is a good resource for family and friends of survivors of trauma and abuse because it helps with understanding and information. one of ‘the’ most difficult things for many survivors, is to learn to decentralize from self; This is one of the keys to recovery…but can be tricky if you are not feeling well…but this blog does help with that issue by listening to other survivors.”
From Army of Angels Co-Founder
“I have loved being part of Survivors for the last 5 years, and never dreamed it would mean as much to me as it does! Survivors feels like a community. Everyone has something unique and different to contribute to the group, and each is a survivor! Being survivors is the common thread- choosing to move forward through the storm, and then reaching back to help others.
Through community blogging, I feel I have grown as a person. I started blogging initially, when I was regrouping through therapy at our domestic violence center, after escaping years of psychological beating. Journaling was recommended, and I thought I would try using a blog for the purpose of releasing my thoughts. I never thought anyone would read my blog or care. What I found was that there are people everywhere, in some sort of battle, just looking for someone to bounce thoughts around with…to feel that we are not alone…
When I first met Melinda through blogging, I was overwhelmed with her care and empathy. Never underestimate the value of kind and supportive words to others…and always pay it forward!”❤️
From Robert Goldstein
“I am honored to be a contributor to Survivors Here and to be a part of Melinda’s advocacy for the rights of survivors and people with disabilities.”
From Hyperion Co-Founder
“Sharing creative arts with fellow survivors showed me that I was okay and it was a good thing to explore the sources of trauma because each visit made the memories less painful and less important to the path my life had taken. I was free, not oblivious, just free.”
No matter what I do my candles always end in a tunnel. you know the one, wax inches above where the wick is. I found this great article in the December’s Real Simple magazine. I’m anxious to see if my luck with the tunnel issue.
Abigail Cook Stone the founder of Otherland Candle Company says trim the wick to 1/8 inch every time you light the candle. It helps the wax burn slower at a more even pace and avoid soot build up around glass. “A good rule of thumb is to burn your candle an hour for every inch the candle is wide.” says Kristen Pumpfrey, Creative Director of PF Candle Company. So if the candle is two inches wide, two hours should do it. “Blow out candle gently ( to prevent wax splatter” or use a sniffer to extinguish.
Another change has happened within the last few weeks… I post a positive message (image) to my Instagram account every day! It’s typically a message that I will take with me through my day and I hope that seeing it helps others during their day. Check it out here!
Sometimes I don’t really even know how it happens, but I pretty often have amazing conversations with my passengers (I drive for a rideshare app). Those conversations make it all worthwhile, work and, truthfully, life itself (shows humanity in a kind light). No matter how I’m feeling, I know that any day I go out driving, I will still have one of these awesome conversations. Those conversations sometimes help me make sense of the world, or they let me see joy in small things, or they teach me new ways of thinking and seeing. It’s nothing I’ve experienced in any other job.
So, a couple of weeks ago, I had a passenger for about 40 minutes (traffic). He started off by asking me if I like Black Sabbath because I had their playlist going, to which I replied that I love them. Then it branched off into how I only really listen to oldies classic rock and how that originated and how it’s been 90% of what I’ve listened to for the past 5 years, yadda yadda yadda. Well, it turns out a lot of our music “origin story” was the same. I’ve never met another person that had such similar experiences! It was wild!
We both were raised listening to oldies classic rock. My dad would always have it on and so would his dad. We both didn’t know there was anything new for a chunk of our childhoods because all we heard was classic rock. Once we figured out there was a lot more music out there, we both explored, but as we got older, all we wanted to listen to anymore was oldies classic rock. Sometimes, we listen to newer stuff, but it doesn’t last long and we revert back. Put on a classic rock station in the car and we can sing along to any song, like a human jukebox, BUT we have to hear the first few seconds of the song to have the lyrics spring to mind. More often than not, we won’t know the title of the song or the artist.
I felt so normal. Not like it was ever a major negative with my life, but I haven’t met anyone else with such similar experiences. Those experiences are usually anecdotes when talking about how my taste in music came about. Apparently, it’s a little unusual what I like to listen to so I tell them those things which usually brings about a laugh. I like to think those experiences made me special because I’m proud of my music taste- a lot of it took deep exploration (thank you internet) and lots and lots of listening time.
I had a day all to myself recently where I could just relax and do absolutely nothing. I thought it would be a great day, but somehow I still ended up feeling anger or sadness. Before I went to sleep, I really thought about this and asked myself “what was it that got into your day to make you feel so upset? You were at home all day! There shouldn’t have been anything to upset you.” I realized that the only times I felt anger or sadness were from when I had opened my Facebook app.
So I deleted it.
Now, I just deleted the app so I still have a Facebook, but I don’t have the easy access to it like I did before. I haven’t fully deleted it because of all the photos as well as the fact that that’s how I can reach my page (to promote my blog). I haven’t been on it in about 3 weeks and it has been so nice!
I have been trying to change my way of thinking for the better the past few months and everyday, I still kept getting dragged into the same old thought patterns. It always stemmed from going on that app and seeing so much hate and anger and sadness and complaining. It was too much. If I couldn’t control their narratives, then it was time to control my own.
I didn’t have to go on it. I didn’t have to read their posts. I didn’t have to be upset from, well, bullshit anymore. I could free myself from it. I have that ability.
Gilmore Girls will always hold a huge, special place in my heart. I have watched the entirety of the show countless times and still can’t get enough of it. It’s like a warm hug whenever I put it on. It’s like I’m going to go hang out with my friends all in the comfort of my own home.
When I was in middle school, my neighbors had introduced me to Gilmore Girls and right away, I was hooked. I had to go out and buy the first 2 seasons immediately so I could be caught up (oh, the days before Netflix…). I watched all of those episodes, then would watch a rerun every day at 5pm on ABC Family, and then just chomp at the bit waiting for the next episode to air.
During that time, I had started living full time with my dad and my stepmom. I had a rocky upbringing due to being in the middle of a custody battle for 11 years (along with some other stuff from Mom, we’ll get into that another time), so my dad and I had a hard time getting onto the same page (trust issues). He would watch Gilmore Girls with me in the living room just about every time it aired in the beginning of the week and we would laugh together and talk about the show. We really bonded over it.
Growing up, I was a lot like Rory. Total bookworm, had a badass taste in music, and knew way too much about pop culture for people to understand me completely. She made me feel cool and confident in a time where I needed help with that the most. I was definitely proud to be like her and thought it was so cool seeing a young female shown that way on tv!
As I have gotten older, the more I admire Lorelai. She has so much strength and it’s inspiring how she put it to use. How we both built up our strength might be different, but it’s empowering to see a woman overcome obstacles on her own. She went out, made a new family of friends, worked hard and reached her goals. It may have been hard at times, but she got through it with style and her amazing wit.