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The Mind-Body Disconnect

I'm on a path to learn and understand the connection between mind and body; movement and mental health. There is a disconnect and a disembodiment that is happening right now. I got to see in this picture of my injured arm that is still healing. Doctor advised against exercise and encouraged me to move my arm around but stay away from weights for another 6-8 weeks. I can lift my arm above my head to show good progression.

When I have to retell the story of how I injured myself they all cringed but laughed with me. I was training at Club Sport in the Power Spartan class. We were doing box jumping obstacle. I jumped on top of the box, lost my balance, fell backwards and dislocated the elbow bone. My arm looked very deformed. It was bad enough to call the ambulance to the gym and took me to the ER. I arrived at the hospital and my condition worsen. I couldn't move my fingers and it was turning black. They had to act fast because there were no circulation to my fingers. Without hesitation the doctor and nurse took a hold of my arm and snapped the bone back in the socket. Immediately, my condition improved! They didn't have time to sedate me so I was awake when they performed that procedure. I didn't even cry but I'm not gonna lie -- it was extremely painful!

I think it is funny that I blog about the time I did the Spartan Sprint Race without any training and jumped down from the 12 feet wall not breaking any bone. I'm still proud of it but look at me now, it was ironic how I got injured from jumping on a 3 feet box! I can't go back to the gym to train anytime soon so I won't be ready for the Spartan Beast Race in September. I'm so bummed. I learned a lesson not to feel invincible and tough when physically I'm not. Maybe I was too ambitious and cocky thinking I'm so super I could do anything by taking the Power Spartan class. The class was hard like CrossFit. I got injured. My mind should have listen to my body to train by taking it slow.

I can't do physical practices like yoga, running, weight training, practices designed to enhance the mind-body connection. These mind-body based exercises are an opportunity to become more embodied. I have been disembodiment for a long time this is the best time to learn about embodied.

So, how do I become more embodied?

These are the steps I'm taking. I have to bring awareness to my body. I tried to practice noticing sensations and feelings in my body. Notice how my thoughts and emotions affect my physical being. Get in touch with my breath. I always forget to breathe sometimes. Breathing is the number one way to start becoming more aware of my body, how it feels, how it regulates energy, and how it increase capacity to cope and manage stress. I need to pay attention to myself to make sure breathing correctly. I learn about move your body to move your mind. I started to think all the ways I can move my body outside of exercise and physical activity; maintain good posture, talking, standing, sitting, blinking, breathing, etc. If I am stuck emotionally, I urge myself to consider how moving my body can literally move my thoughts, feelings, and emotions.

Having said that, let me pray for healing.

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Dear Heavenly Father, 

I hurt my arm when I was training at the gym. My Lord, I am very grateful my situation is only temporary and that I know others are not always so lucky. Thank you Father God, I had progressed well, I thought I was cleared already when walking around the house without the sling then my arm started hurting and feeling sore. I’m back wearing the sling to be safe not to dislocate my arm again. I’m so anxious to heal then, my God, I stopped and thought about you. My healings is in your hand. I hear you telling me to be patience. If I’m not careful and let the enemy overcome me, I can hurt myself again by being reckless forcing my recovery. I could be on the verge of being sent down a dark, surgical path with extensive rehab but no that never happen because I’m lucky I didn’t broke my bone. I’m praying for you to heal my arm and thank you for your everlasting blessings.

In the name of Jesus Christ, amen. 


My Kids Everlasting Love


I wake up every morning thank God for giving me such wonderful kids. They listen to me and do what they ask. For the past years they struggle and dealt with my mental illness but it seemed that was the way I could inspire Nathan 21, Darin 17, Dylan 15, and Evelyn Skye 8, to action taking care of themselves and each other on days when I can't function. My kids understand I need to know that they love and accept me unconditionally. They don't feel awkward about saying "I love you." I tell them all the time. The love from them is healing but I would feel I don't deserve it. They need a strong mom, not a crazy sick mom. I love them so much for not letting my illness damaged them. They truly understand and allow me to expressed how I feel...the ups and downs. They saw it all.  

Darin said, "Regardless you are our mom and will always be our mom. You took care of us all these years and now it is our turn to take care of you, so just relax. Love you"

Nathan said, "Everyone is crazy, mom. You are different but you need to let go and don't try to control something beyond your control. We understand you have a mental illness but so what. It doesn't change you as a mom. You are strong and once you get it, you will be way better than ever. Chill out, mom. We love you and seeing you go through your trials and errors made us stronger."

Dylan said, "You will be okay, mom. I know you are sick. You can talk to me. I'm here for you. We can take care of ourselves. Stop worrying. We love you."

Evelyn Skye said, "Mom, you have a big balloon inside your head. It is filled with a lot of emotions. You need to pop it, let everything come out. I know you love me. I love you, too."

I show my kids that they have my full attention and I care enough to listen to them. I believe that the goal of parenting isn't to shelter our children. The WAY we talk to our kids has a significant impact on their learning and ability to listen to us. We need to have open communication. 

I talk very openly to my children about living with mental illness and how I'm learning to manage the symptoms. They experienced the mania, the depression, and the psychotic sides of my illness. They don't see me as a sick mom. I'm normal to them. 

Today is a huge difference compare to a couple years ago. I've realized just how much the parent-child relationship affects their development, both emotionally and mentally. My relationship with my kids are stronger ever since I quit my job and stayed home. I'm lucky to have this precious time with them. It's not about me. It's about laying a good foundation for my children. 

My purpose in life are my children and I must work harder to be well for them.


Love From My Mom

Dear Mom,

I always have the hardest time putting my feelings for you into words. We have our differences...sometimes you even make me want to scream; but it is only because you are challenging my thoughts and opinions, giving me tough love, pushing me to be a better person. This bond is forever binding us together. No matter the time, you are always there for me whenever I call. My kids lives are so much richer with you teasing and kidding them. All laughs aside, you are their supporters, just like you were (and still are) for me and my brothers. Thank you for accepting us, helping us, and teaching us.

Look how BEAUTIFUL you are in this picture! I love this picture of you and Evelyn Skye.





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