Wednesday, May 19, 2021

"Why I..." Wednesday 3: Why I Run (and why I came out to the running community)

Welcome to another week of "Why I..." Wednesday!

This week, I'm so privileged to share the story of Chulwon Karma Park, an amazing run-streaker who lives with rheumatoid arthritis, and also recently came out as transgender. She was gracious enough to share her story with me, and the Run Over Depression community.


"I run because there was a significant portion of my life when I couldn’t and it was something I never thought I could do.  One day I decided to put that thought away for good and decided to tackle the beast that is running. I approached it like a skill to be learned rather than an innate activity to refine.  So it’s one of the things in life I’ve overcome so now I love to run and don’t take it for granted.



"I became self-aware of my transness sometime around 2013-2014. I was concerned about making life more difficult than necessary for our children. [My wife and I] decided I would just make a sacrifice and force this image of heteronormativity. That didn't work out, and I was growing increasingly unhappy. In October 2020, I was at the end of my rope. I was in so much pain from a rheumatoid arthritis flare, and my dysphoria was at an all-time high. The constant attacks on transgender rights in the media made things only worse. In November, I began to live my truth. As dark of a place as I was in, this was a huge turning point for us because we were about to embark on a journey no one had prepared us for. It has been scary. But it made us stronger, bolder, and living life with more conviction.



"One day, my son had come home from playing with the neighborhood children and called me a "Chinaman" and made slant eyes at me and said "Ching Chong". It was at that point I realized that there was no point in trying to shield my children from bigotry because of my transness - they had already gotten a taste of racist micro-aggressions. This made me realize that my approach was wrong altogether. Instead of shielding them from all this, I needed to prepare them to handle it better. This meant that I needed to start living my truth now. Not after they leave home for college, not at some undetermined time in the future, but now. 



"I definitely think that running helped my decision to go public.  It has afforded me hours upon hours to reflect on my thoughts, my life, etc. 



"One morning, my son brought me this Lego figurine of me that he had put together and told me that he loved me as a dad, but he loves me even more now as a mom, since I began transitioning. (I answer to both dad and mom, as I have always done.) My heart is full. ❤️"


As of this posting, Karma is on Run Streak Day 2574. You can follow her journey on Instagram @streakinginsandals and on TikTok @transkarma.

Thursday, April 29, 2021

"Why I..." Wednesday: Why WE started Run Over Depression

Sorry for the delay, friends. If you follow us on Instagram, you may have seen the IG Live about why we started Run Over Depression. In the wake of our recent loss, we have postponed this week's planned interview with 2552(!)-day run-streaker Karma Park, and instead will share some valuable resources and information that I discussed yesterday in my first attempt at going Live.

Run Over Depression was the brainchild of Jim Shoopack, who also blogs at Mental Health Musings (be sure to check that out) and speaks publicly about mental health on podcasts worldwide. 

Back in 2005, Jim had read that the endorphins released after running could greatly contribute to mental wellness. Having experienced a bout of depression himself, he decided to try running a marathon (and to recruit his friends). It's a funny thing anout running: People love it or hate it, with very very little gray area. I know I was skeptical at first! But as a believer in science, and someone who has faced my share of adversity, I jumped on board. Run Over Depression's first marathon, Steamtown, will forever hold a special place in our hearts, and permanently cement my personal disdain for hills! πŸ˜‰

To date, we have run countless marathons, half marathons, and shorter races of all distances, together and separately. We look to divert the focus from time, to a focus on the experience of running with other likeminded people. Some of our favorite sayings are "slow still gets you there!" and "A 12-minute mile is just as far as a 6-minute mile."

The statistics on depression are staggering. According to the WHO, depression affects 264 million people worldwide, and 800,000 people die by suicide each year. Suicide is the 2nd leading cause of death in people aged 15-24; young people, who have not even begun to make their way in the world, robbed of their chance to shine by an illness. And while mental health patients cost the most of any other demographic, on average, 2% of national healthcare dollars are allocated to mental health services. 

COVID has made things worse.

A very recent article from Harvard suggests that COVID infection, among its many side effects, can have longterm repercussions on mental health. This, of course, suggests a biological component to mental health/illness. So much for telling someone to "just get over it", eh??

So here we are. A year into the pandemic that was supposed to have a flattened curve after 2 weeks of social distancing. 

It's no surprise to many that mental health is declining. The past year has undoubtedly been worse than even the year before, the one when two of my best friends died on the same day and I realized once and for all that I was in the wrong career for my own mental health (separate post to come!). 

Still we run.

Still we encourage others to 'run'.

Whether 'run' means actual running; whether it means dance, yoga, acrobatics, walking, biking, or skating; we want you to do it. Do it all, do some; do it every day, or when you can. 

We love you. 

You matter. 



Tuesday, April 27, 2021

Tragedy

It is with heavy hearts that we share the news that a great tragedy has befallen the Run Over Depression family. 

As always, we serve to remind our audience that help is available 24 hours a day via the National Suicide Prevention Hotline, and locally from 7a-11p via the Penn Foundation.




You matter. You are loved. πŸ’›

Wednesday, April 21, 2021

"Why I..." Wednesday 2: Why I Run

Welcome to Week 2 of "Why I..." Wednesday!

This week features good friend and longtime Run Over Depression supporter, Steve Knight. Read his story now.
My name is Steve Knight and I work as Technical Support Specialist at Temple University Hospital. Running has been a part of me for nearly my entire life. I come from 4 generations of runners; my dad, uncle, cousin, including myself. My first experiences with running started when I was 4 years old when I used to go on jogs with my father. Deep down that was my way of truly connecting with him and running is something we both share and love. Every time I hang out with him we always “talk shop”.  


My knowledge of running runs deep as I was trained on both sides of the spectrum. I’m naturally a sprinter but I also learned the mechanics of distance running from my father since he was a natural distance runner. My uncle was a sprinter and a great middle distance runner and he was very proficient in the 100m, 200m, 100m hurdles, 400 meters and the mile. And from this legacy, that’s where I primarily acquired my natural skill for running both ways. I’ve always called myself a sprinter who could run distance.  



In high school I ran both track and cross country and this has given me great discipline when approaching the philosophy of running. I ran the 100m, 200m, 400m, 800m, 110m hurdles, 300m hurdles, triple jump and the mile along with running 5Ks in cross country. When I look back on it now I realized how fortunate running has been in my life both on and off the court. I was teased a lot growing up and didn’t really belong anywhere except in my own private world, but running was the great “equalizer”. If it wasn’t for track and cross-country I wouldn’t have made it through high school.  



Running has given me a true sense of belonging with others who share the passion and also gave me the confidence to embrace any challenge that comes my way. I always thought that running the “race” was a true reflection of LIFE itself. It really teaches you how to deal with adversity in a positive way. I truly learned that life is not a sprint but a marathon and no matter the distance you truly have to pace yourself and deal with life as it comes.  




As I got older and started battling depression more directly I realized how running has been a great benefit for keeping the darkness at bay. When I run, I’m in my own world and I can mold the experience to whatever reality I choose. After dealing with a slipped disc injury since after high school I started to gain weight and couldn’t exercise like I used to when I was younger. I think that’s when the depression started and put me in a dark place for a while. After recovering from my injury I got back into running in 2009 and started feeling like my old self again. Since then, running has taken on a whole new meaning for me. It became more of a life style rather than just running against the clock. Instead of running for “time”, I embraced the enriching time of “just running”. And it’s given me so many benefits like true physical fitness, mental focus and spiritual clarity. And these are tools you can utilize for the rest of your life. Running for me is like hitting the reset button keeping me forever trapped within the moment.  



Over the years I’ve run numerous 5Ks, 3 Broad Street Runs, and about 12 half marathons and those have been some of the great accomplishments in my life. Running has brought me out of the darkness of my own mind illuminating my soul with clarity. Every time I go running each layer of darkness just sheds away and I start anew. It’s been the greatest inspiration in my LIFE.  




Inspired? You can reach Steve at rapnerd72@outlook.com.


Wednesday, April 14, 2021

"Why I..." Wednesday, Interview 1: Why I Run



 

"My name is Thomas Comer. I am 59 years old, retired from the Department of Justice.  I have battled moods, depression and insomnia for most of my adult life.  Over the years, running has been the best weapon against these demons.  I actually started taking running seriously in 2009, at the age of 48 and though I started to do it for fitness reasons, I soon found out that the major benefit was to my mental health.  


I run every day, I am a run-streaker and I love it. Running is an escape for so many, probably a clichΓ© but it’s true.  When I am running, I am in my own world and for this reason, I seldom run with others. I prefer it to be my solitary time. No matter how low my mood is, no matter how dark, the run always helps.  ALWAYS.  It doesn’t solve the issue, it’s not a magic elixir, but it always makes me feel better. 


Even when I am nursing an injury, and forced to do short runs, they help.  When the time comes that I can no longer run, I will walk.  Each and every day, I get out there……no matter what is in my head, my feet are hitting the ground.  Making it a part of each and every day, helps insure I don’t give in easily to darkness and anger or whatever is bothering me. No matter what, I GO.  It works.  




As a runner I have done 21 Half Marathons and 4 full marathons, including the thrill of my running life, the 2018 NYC Marathon.  Goals like races have really helped me raise my self esteem and defeat dark moods.  My only goal is to finish, I don’t get caught up records and speed, to me that would be a distraction. 


I lived for three years in NYC (Bay Ridge Brooklyn, 2017-2020) and loved it.  My running started in Arizona, then continued in Colorado (where my streak started) and last year we moved out here to the Bay Area.  Moving can be stressful and running is a companion that makes it easier. 




During COVID, my daily runs became even more vital.  I endured wearing a mask while I ran, but just getting outside and getting a quick run in gave me a sense of normalcy in a time when depression battles were raging hard.  I seriously don’t know how I would have coped without my daily runs.  


In closing, let me say, that if someone is battling mental health issues like depression, find something that gets your heart rate up.  If you don’t enjoy running, find something you DO enjoy.  I’m not a doctor or anything, but I can promise you the benefits are substantial."


You can follow Tom's journey on Instagram @topcatrunner. 

"Why I..." Wednesday

 Hello friends!

It has been awhile since our last post. But now that we are a year into the pandemic, it seems a good time to revisit why we started running in the first place. 

Every Wednesday, we will feature an interview detailing the role of fitness in keeping balance, especially in the last year. 



If you would like to share, please email us!

RunOverDepression@gmail.com



Saturday, September 2, 2017

Inconceivable!

Two things happened today.

This:

....and then, this:

I ran 100m at a 5:30 minute mile pace. Let me repeat that for those in the back. I RAN A 5:30 MINUTE MILE PACE! Okay, okay, it was for 100m BUT IT WAS A 5:30 MINUTE MILE PACE. 

Before we go on, let me tell you about my friend Derek. Derek is a Serious Runner. Derek recently shared with his audience that he had run a 5:40 minute mile the other day. Derek is the epitome of a long distance runner, and even Derek was even surprised that Derek completed a 5:40 minute mile. Again, Derek is the epitome of a runner. Long, lean, young guy....yeah, I'd totally hate him if he wasn't one of the nicest people on the planet. But I digress. I was super proud of my friend Derek when he accomplished this feat. After all, he's a Serious Runner, a Real Runner, a professional pacer and running coach. Good for him! 

So, when my exhausted, Non-Serious, Non-Runner, short-legged body reached the finish line of the 100m at the track this afternoon, I looked down expecting/hoping to see a pace somewhere around 8:00 minute mile. After all, I had RUN. Like, two deeps breaths for the entire duration, "OMG WHAT AM I DOING? WHO DOES THIS FOR FUN???" Running. Full sprint. The first time, 6:26, I was shocked. The second time...well, let's just say Derek got a couple of awfully excited text photos after that. 

This. Totally. Happened.

I guess the point of my ramble (aside from disbelief) is that if I can run like that, even for 100m, anything is possible. 

Maybe even 200m at the same pace. 😱

(Be sure to check out Derek's blog over at mypaceracing.com for Real Advice from a Serious Runner.  You won't regret it.)


Friday, September 1, 2017

Loneliness and the Red Balloon

This is a story about a red balloon.


Or maybe it's a ping-pong ball. I'm not really sure. 

The red balloon is surrounded by yellow happy faces. Red is alone in a sea of yellow.

Red is not really "alone" - he's surrounded by others - but it's possible he's feeling lonely.

Or not. Inanimate objects might not care if they're surrounded or not. Who knows.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Loneliness is one of the most common symptoms of anxiety and depression. Worrying that others don't see me, feeling different or "othered" from the crowd around me, not seeing what everyone has to be so happy about, envying their carefree spirit, etc. etc. etc. 

And that's just on the train ride to work. 

Social isolation refers to an objective state in which we have limited social connections and interactions. Loneliness, on the other hand, is an entirely subjectivestate, in which we feel socially and/or emotionally disconnected from those around us. As such, socially isolated people are not necessarily lonely, and lonely people are not necessarily socially isolated. (Read more about that here.)

So let's talk about the Red Balloon. 🎈




Monday, June 13, 2016

Orlando

Orlando, FL: Home to Disney World, Universal Studios, SeaWorld, Busch Gardens, Legoland, and hundred of other theme parks and attractions.

Now the site of the deadliest attack on American soil since 9/11.

As of Monday morning, Orlando police cite the death toll as 49. Another 53 injured, some life-threatening. 1 shooter, who shall remain nameless so as not to give him the notoriety that violent attackers seek.

WHY? Why do we see such vile, such vitriol? Such depraved indifference toward our fellow humans? Even the lives not taken will now have permanent scars. Friends, lovers, children, brothers, sisters....all affected by this senseless tragedy.

This is NOT a gun control issue. This is a mental health issue. How can we most effectively reach out to those nearing a breaking point of violence?

Of course, it's multifactorial. Acceptance (many shooters are social outsiders, looking for a way to fit into society). Notoriety. Fame. Desperation. Hopelessness. Anger. Fear. Anger. Bitterness.

We live in egocentric times. Social media has turned us into mini-celebrities, gathering "likes" and "shares" and editing our photos to make us look and feel desirable. Who can outshine everyone else? Oddly, our egos have gotten much softer. I see so many people with such a flimsy sense of self in real life, while spending so much time creating virtual personas and sending SnapChats. "Humblebrag" posts abound. People fish for compliments every chance they get, but the gratification seems awfully short-lived.

Some people then take it to the extreme. How can I make a name for myself?, they say. Not through hard work. Too old-fashioned, they say. The economy is slow. More jobs than ever have been exported. Instant fame, they say. Instant gratification.

This idea of instant gratification has deeply affected the current generation. Nothing is lasting. Marriages are dissolving, with no thanks to websites like Ashley Madison and Tinder.

We need to work on ourselves. Our children.

We need to build lasting sense of self. Find our strengths. Improve our weaknesses. Stop comparing ourselves to other people. Be confident in our place in society. Take what we need, and share the rest.

There is enough love, enough courage, enough of everything to go around.

Let's start spreading it around.

#prayforOrlando

Saturday, June 11, 2016

In Dog We Trust

Yesterday, 10 June, marks the passing of another whole year since I last saw my dog.

She entered our world (like all of our pets!) in a unique way. My sister met someone with a litter of 1/2 purebred Border Collie-1/4 beagle-1/4 bulldog puppies. She quickly attached herself to me, and clung hilariously to my side until the day she passed.

She died of a hemangiosarcoma, a type of cancer "common" in her dogs her size, they said. She was the nanny. She herded my kids and kept them away from the street (patrolling her border!) and knew where they were all the time. Sometimes she hid from them.

The family always laughs about how she would "talk" to us. "Ruh ruh ruh, ruh ruh ruh, ::lick::" before flopping to the floor. She'd tap on a door with her paw if she wanted in! And casually pushed you out of her way if you were in her Spot. She used to lay on my bed with her head on a pillow, and her body under the covers!

I tell people the story of my dog and the Stranger all the time. See, she just loved everyone; but ONE time, just ONE time, she growled. She growled at a well-dressed gentleman in the parking lot of a store on Christmas Eve. (We've all heard the advice to be aware of your surroundings at stores that time of year.) I had never heard her growl, but growl she did -- and showed her teeth until that man had disappeared. Always trust a dog's intuition!

A good friend of ours works with Pets for Vets (Www.petsforvets.com) and we proudly supporter pet therapy programs. My dog gave me some of the best joys. I'm just sad that my children won't get to spend more time with her.

Wednesday, June 8, 2016

Guest Post: "Reality of Rape" (Voices, Inc.)

Guest post courtesy of Melissa L., founder of Voices, Inc.
Originated June 8, 2016 Beautiful & Dark.


Reality of Rape: Why I am far from shocked about Brock Allen Turner’s Sentence



This past weekend, social media was abuzz with news of Brock Allen Turner’s six month sentence for raping an unconscious woman behind a dumpster. You might not remember when news of the rape originally broke, but I do. I remember saying out loud, “Wow. Witnesses. Maybe we’ll actually get a conviction on this one.” It’s a sad reality, and not at all a stretch to realize that eye witnesses to your rape are one of the very few ways to possibly get a conviction.
Did you know that 97% of rapists will receive no retribution for their crime? Not a single day in jail. No sex offender registry. No punishment. Not a slap on the wrist. Rape is, in fact, the least reported crime. 54% of sexual assault goes unreported. After reading the victim impact statement written and shared from strength and fierce survivorship from Turner’s victim/survivor, it is not at all difficult to see why though some will still ask. Some will still say “If I were raped, I would report it.” “If I were raped, I would speak out.” “If that were me, I would do blah blah blah blah blah…” If you are privileged enough to say, “If I were raped,” know that you have no right to speak words after that. You do not have the right to speculate what you may or may not have done. I tell every single survivor I work with that you did what you needed to do to survive and it worked because you survived. It is true, and not another soul can speculate what he or she would have done in your particular situation.
Six percent of rapists spend a single day in jail, and what we don’t talk about is that a big, giant, chunk of cases are plead down to lesser charges. Sometimes it is because the victim feels she or he cannot bear going through the hells of trial. This is fine because it should be the survivor’s decision in the end. However, we must ask what the hell we are doing in the court system that makes SO so many survivors feel they cannot bear to go through with it. I’ll give you a hint. We are asking what they were wearing, what they were drinking, about their sexual history, and about their relationships. We are asking about their beliefs, about what they do for fun, about their friendships, and goals, and plans. We ask intrusive questions about their lives because the victim is on trial. This is literally the only crime where we wring the victim out on the stand, examining her life from all angles.
What gets me most about this whole case is how shocked the world is. My news feed has been flooded with shares about this case. Thankfully, everyone has supported the survivor, and been disgusted with Turner, his father, friend, and the judge who offered up such a lenient sentence. I am utterly stunned that everyone is so shocked. I’ve seen post after post stating things like, “Is this real life?” and “Are you kidding me??” and “I cannot believe this.” It IS horrible! I am standing with you in that THIS. IS. AWFUL. At every angle, this makes me angry and horrified. Yet, this is the reality of rape. This is actual reality for rape survivors. We survivors, and those working in the field are actually supposed to be pleased that there was a conviction at all. We are supposed to be grateful he is being punished albeit incredibly brief. But I won’t take these scraps. I won’t sit back and be complacent for a second that this is reality. This is not ok.
My friends and family know that I was raped. I am not quiet about it. I was raped by an entitled Chemistry major who was in a fraternity, cute, and well-liked. He raped me after we had broken up in my dorm room on the bed I would have to continue sleeping on until the end of the year. After, my male friend asked if I knew what I was accusing him of. Then, 6 1/2 years after, working in the field and dedicating my life to changing rape culture, I was drugged in a bar in my town, taken to a home of a man I did not know, and I was raped in his home. He terrorized me, dragged my lifeless body around like a “ragdoll” they said in court, and I was raped three separate times. I was pressured by the deputy district attorney to let him plea down to one count of sexual assault. I refused and my prosecutor supported me whole-heartedly. “That is NOT what happened to you,” he assured, and we pressed through.
I made the choice to go every single month to court, even though I knew it would be continued. I wanted the judge to see how serious I was, and I wanted to show my rapist that he did not win and that I would not back down. It was the hardest year of my existence. I sat on the stand in trial, watching my entire life ripped apart, being challenged on every word that I said. For 4 1/2 hours I was questioned and pressed and torn. I looked down from the stand at my rapist, as he and his attorney looked at pictures of my naked and bruised body offered up as evidence. He got to see my vulnerable parts once more. A week later, the judge on my case offered up a verdict through the mail, something that they only do for minor crimes. She acquitted my rapist on all counts. It was then I saw some supporters drop off. I watched some people become silenced. What they did not know was that THIS was reality. The judge on my case told the prosecutor that she didn’t believe a word my rapist said. She believed me. I watched, and he watched as the judge had tears in her eyes as I told my story. And yet, she acquitted my rapist on all counts.
I’ve had survivors reaching out to me this week, talking about how triggering all of this is, and how reading about what happened to the survivor in Standford brings them back to details of their own rapes. I’ve read some survivors on social media struggling to make sense of something that happened to them too. The details are gruesome and the aftermath just as horrific in many ways. Yet, this is the reality of rape. This is the reality that I live with every single day, and this is the reality that all of my clients live with, and this is the reality that all of the people who have spoken about it, or who hold it deep inside, deal with every day. Rape is awful and it happens…a lot. And it leaves a trail of shattered pieces that the survivor has to deal with now, very often on her own because when the dust settles, it’s just you standing there still in the muck trying to find a way out.
About 10 years ago, I was frustrated that people were ignorant about rape and the frequency at which it happens. I was frustrated that people did not understand that they do know people, many people, even if they have not disclosed to them, who are survivors. But I was reminded that I know this stuff because I work in this field and surround myself with it every day. Tonight, I was reminded the same thing, but this frustrates me even more because its been TEN YEARS since I first struggled with this idea. So much awareness has happened since then. Biden and Gaga and survivors on stage, survivors sharing on social media their experience with trauma, a tv series about sexual violence, songs, celebrities speaking out, laws and bills and movements. Why is it that we cannot fathom that this is reality?
It is difficult to think that 1 in 4 (conservatively speaking) will be sexually assaulted in her lifetime. Do you know how many women are in your life? What does that mean? Does that mean that your own sister has been raped and has not told you? Does that mean that your daughter might be one day? How about your son? It is terrifying to think that we or someone we love may be raped. But that is an extremely dangerous trap. What that idea does is it perpetuates rape culture. It makes us say, “What is it about this that protects me from being raped?” You know the whole, “I wouldn’t have done X, Y, Z…” It’s that that hurts survivors and creates a world where Brock Turners think it’s ok to rape, that dads think it’s only “20 minutes of action” , and Judge Perskys decide to give ridiculously slim sentences. It’s a world where people like Turner’s friend issue statements like this— “But where do we draw the line and stop worrying about being politically correct every second of every day and see that rape on campus isn’t always because people are rapists.” (Fact: Rape is ALWAYS only because people are rapists, Leslie Rasmussen).
As a survivor and someone who works in this field, I am thrilled to see buzz about this case. It shows that this survivor’s voice is heard. It shows that there is a lot of anger about rape. What worries me is that in a matter of days, weeks if we’re lucky, this story will be buried among the thousands and thousands and thousands of survivor stories out there. Social media will be hushed, and the ones left standing will be survivors, survivors who were thrust into a world where this is their plight, this is their life now, and their fight. What I implore is that every single person who has shared in the anger and rage over this case continues to fight to change rape culture. Start by committing to continue to learn more about the realities of sexual violence. (This for starters.) Find a fierce bunch of humans who want to change the system to make it more viable for survivors and supportive and less devastating. (Find your local crisis center here or reach out to Voices, Inc. at voicesincmedia@ gmail.com). Find ways to fight rape culture and share them widely. Keep this conversation going every single day.
Rape will never go away completely. But if we commit to doing everything possible to reduce rape culture, we are well on our way to a safer and more supportive society. Believe the statistics that rape happens to 1/4 of women (1 in 6 men too). Don’t be scared by it. Just believe it and get enraged and do something about it.
I believe in a world where people believe every survivor and support system-wide change. I know that there are steps we can all take to reduce the impact of trauma on survivors, and create a world where rape is ALWAYS this terrible. I’ve made this my life’s work, and show up every single day, heart open, ready to make a difference for survivors. While it does not have to be your whole life, I plead that you do what is possible in your power to keep this conversation going. It is the very least we can do for this fiercely strong survivor and every other survivor whose story goes untold.

Monday, June 6, 2016

Monday Morning Gratitude Club

Happy Monday!

Today is clear, sunny, warm, and breezy. But unfortunately....Monday gets a bad rap! So that brings us to the return of the Monday Morning Gratitude Club.

Our longtime friend and supporter My Pace Racing (http://mypaceracing.com) started this many years ago on Facebook. Monday is the start of a brand new week. It's a chance to start clean after indulging in weekend treats and hit the ground running!

I've posted before about the benefits of gardening. It's a chance to be outside, in nature (one of the best anti-depressants!) and "create" something. Every day, the garden amazes me with the new flowers and leaves that spring to life. Well, this morning was extra special -- and delicious. This weekend's rain made my greens flourish! With that, I harvested a salad of spinach, butter lettuce, and arugula. Nothing tastes like garden-fresh produce.

So, this Monday morning, I'm grateful for urban gardens and rainy weather! How about you??

It's a beautiful day. Don't let it get away.

Thursday, June 2, 2016

Called to Action

Good morning! Today is Thursday, June 2nd.

I don't know which part of the date is cause to #wearorange to promote gun safety (Instagram @amyschumer), but I did spend some time thinking about this Causeday.

In July of 2015, a gunman in Louisiana opened fire in a movie theater, showing the Amy Schumer comedy, Trainwreck. Two people died, nine suffered physical injury, and countless others experienced something akin to war. Senseless violence. Lasting effects on survivors. 

Amy Schumer spoke publicly about this event, in a very heartfelt press conference (from what I remember). She has spoken up for gun safety measures. (No, not "taking away your guns"; no one is challenging the Constitution.) More education, more intervention, more mental health services. More societal awareness of one another. Not overlooking people. (We overlook even those physically close to us!) I love it.

Now, I don't know where she stood on gun violence prior to that awful night. But it has made her a public face for gun safety, because people associate her name with a tragic event.

I admire this kind of action. It speaks to people who follow celebrities, via interest/association with a good cause. 

::sidebar: Mariska Hargitay, of "Law&Order: SVU", started Joyful Heart Foundation, after her exposure to the "weight that survivors of sexual assault, domestic violence, and child abuse carry"πŸ”·.   One of my favorites!::

So today, the blog will #wearorange for #gunsafety.

(A multi-faceted problem that =/= abolishing the 2nd Amendment!)

It's a beautiful day. Don't let it get away.






πŸ”· bibliography: http://www.joyfulheartfoundation.org/about-us/founders-corner/more-about-mariska, ©2016.

Wednesday, June 1, 2016

National Running Day!

It's here! It's here! National/Global Running Day πŸ˜ƒ

Run Over Depression will be hosting a group run for all ages and abilities in Center City, Philadelphia, PA.

When: June 1st, 6:30pm
Where: 1835 Market Street benches
Who: ALL ages & abilities!

We offer an inclusive, non-competitive environment for runners of all ages and abilities. Joining a competitive running group can be intimidating! We set the pace to the slowest runner in the group.


Thursday, May 26, 2016

"Frenemies"

Surely you know what I mean.

That "friend" who always makes sure YOU know that they have it just a little better than you. Whether at home, at work, or on the proverbial playing field. They mock your aspirations, they put you down. After some time, these "friends" make you question your inherent value as a person.

Toxic relationships take many forms, of course. Family, coworkers, and neighbors can all have toxic effects on our well-being. But when it comes to toxic friendships, we are a bit more vulnerable. We might have been dealt a losing hand when it comes to family; we seldom have much control over our coworkers, and neighbors come and go. But we choose our friends. We invest time in building relationships. We rely on friends to support us through difficult times. But what about those people who thrive on your misfortune?

These people will dismiss your successes in order to spotlight their own. They will focus on your shortcomings & insecurities, rather than steering conversation in a positive direction. With "friends" like these, who needs enemies?!

Twitter user @debihope has now famously coined the phrase:

“Before you diagnose yourself with depression or low self-esteem, first make sure you are not, in fact, just surrounded by assholes.” Notorious d.e.b. (http://quoteinvestigator.com/2014/10/25/diagnose/)

Make sure, indeed!








Tuesday, May 17, 2016

On Parenting

Recently a photo elicited some intense reactions from the InterWebz, regarding a father holding his infant son in the shower. The father, named Thomas Whitten, was holding his son, Fox, in the shower, while the baby suffered from salmonella poisoning. Any parent who's dealt with a stomach bug knows how constantly the vomiting and diarrhea come out! Constant diarrhea in a diaper also predisposes babies to urinary tract infections.

(On a personal note, my beloved B. contracted a UTI as an infant, and spiked a fever of over 105F. I was 7 months pregnant with her baby sister at the time, yet RAN into an icy cold shower, bawling, praying her temperature would go down while begging her to wake up.)



This photo reminds me, so tragically, of that time.

Here's what I see: A father, heartbroken over his child's suffering, spending his time in the shower with his beloved child. Praying the illness will run its course without damage to the child.

But the internet? The Internet has chosen to vilify this father for "inappropriate" behavior. You know what's inappropriate? Letting a child suffer without his parent!

On the title of this blog, parenting makes way for so much insidious depression. The opportunity to be judged mercilessly, regardless of the decision made. For being too attentive/not attentive enough to a helpless infant. No matter the choice, the parent's is incorrect; the Internet *always* knows better, and society has never been quite so eager to contact CPS as the current generation!

As if being responsible for the life, health, and happiness of another human isn't stressful enough. There's always someone waiting to judge your next move. And the one after that. And after that.

Meanwhile, the alternative - a baby blowing chunks out of both ends and shivering with a fever, laying helpless in a crib - who does THAT appease?

Certainly not this mother.

Who spent an hour in a cold shower, begging through tears for my baby's fever to break. (We ended up spending the next 24 hours in hospital, after my husband called 911.)

Please, everyone focus on whether or not my breasts were covered sufficiently to appease the moral police. After all, a baby's life is secondary to the comfort of strangers online.

Sunday, May 15, 2016

Getting Indoorphins

It's easy to get outdoorphins. All I have to do is go outside. Fresh air!
Vitamin D! And, living in a very "interesting" part of my city, I have wildlife galore. (Yesterday we had a bear. I should post about that, too!)

But the past two weeks of rainy weather - did I ever have cabin fever?! I live in the Northeast US, and it's still too cold to plant tomatoes. 🌨

Growing plants indoors has been very gratifying to me. I wasn't sure what to expect from $1 seeds! But we have beautiful greens abundant.

I don't always run in the rain; I'm too accident-prone. Color me fair-weather! I hope to get back up and running all the time. But I do try to get outside, no matter what. My fairy garden gives me a good chance to do that. I will post a photo as soon as I figure out how! πŸ“ΈπŸ“±πŸ“²


Friday, May 13, 2016

Why #MaybeHeDoesntHitYou Matters

I'm not the best at blogging, but for this, I will give it my best.

A new hashtag, started by @bad_dominicana (Twitter, Instagram), has started a powerful movement toward recognizing emotional abuse. Because....it IS abuse, every bit as much as physical abuse. It hurts, it causes physical illness, and it leads to the same untrusting relationships as physical abuse.

But it's invisible.

Just like mental illness.

How many people in recovery would be rich if they had $1 for every time they were told to "snap out of it"? "It's all in your head"? "You can choose to be happy"? Many.

How many victims of terrible atrocities are told they "brought it upon" themselves? 🌚

Emotional abuse SHOULD be recognized as abuse. Yet society continues to restrict mental health resources, and enable victim-blaming, and shame people into remaining in unsafe or unhealthy situations. Women, men, children, even animals! Anyone can be abused. Evil does not discriminate.

Just like women, men, children, and even animals can suffer with *invisible* illnesses. Depression. Anxiety. Post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD). Schizophrenia. Etc. Illnesses that can stem from abuse of any kind: physical, emotional, psychological, institutional....

The sooner society recognizes the impact of emotional abuse, the sooner we may prevent people from developing invisible illness as a result. Abuse is abuse, and it needs to end - at the societal level.

Like my Granny always said: "A stitch in time saves nine."

#MaybeHeDoesntHitYou 🌞

Friday, December 25, 2015

Eat Over Depression, too

http://www.everydayhealth.com/columns/therese-borchard-sanity-break/foods-eat-every-day-beat-depression/

It's no secret that what we feed our bodies matters as much as any amount of exercise, or more. But that may be true for our brains as well.

Our brains need fuel. Carbohydrates! That's right, we need carbohydrates for our brains to function properly. In addition, we need vitamins, minerals, water, fat, cholesterol - a truly "balanced" diet.

I linked a story I found about one woman's experience. Remember, everyone has different needs, but everyone needs fuel, too!