Great Songs To Listen To When Getting Divorced (List)

As I’ve said many times before, music is integral to my ability to function, so I listen to a lot of it.
I decided to compile a list (although Incomplete) of my favorite songs to help me get through this transit.

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“I Am NOT My Diagnosis!”

This has become a popular phrase lately among people who have a psychiatric diagnosis, especially. But I detect streams of inaccuracy there that are problematic, an attempt distance yourself from yourself – as if you could.

And although I think it’s proper linguistically to say, for example, I have a diagnosis of Bipolar Disorder, a chronic medical condition, which requires my active participation in the treatment of my symptoms … Instead of saying, I’m Bipolar

Your diagnosis does affect who you are and how you present to those around you, and in the world. And that’s why I prefer the phrase Affective Disorders, instead of, Mood Disorders, which I consider vague.

The phrase Affective Disorders includes moods, but is much more descriptive and complex, since it immediately evokes images of many behaviors that are physically and visually expressed, and often recognizable, whereas Mood Disorders is comparable to wallowing in murky waters – a Swamp.

Further, I would add (now in support of the mantra) that I knew I was an artist long before I was diagnosed. And I knew what I was when I was a child. I had no idea of psychiatric disorders at the age of five, but instead was focused on doing what I knew I was there – my passions – and doggedly pursuing them, come whatever may come between us.

So, yes. I knew I was an artist, long before I knew or understood how that would be experienced and expressed.

But I also recognize that my diagnosis affects who and what I am, and any attempt to separate that from me, as though it were some discreet idea that merely existed on a remote cerebral plane, a mere thought, something with a switch attached to it, to be controlled – that split would exacerbate the challenges we already face, would be the height of folly and spring of confusion …

Unhealthy.

Looking at the sky in Denver. At night.

What an incredible sense of tranquility there is here.
The weather is perfect.
Warm enough for a tank top during the day and a hoodie at night.
Snugly.
Good for getting some good sleep.

And lots and lots of mountain air – so good for the lungs.

Average temperature year-round is 45 – sometimes it’s 60 – and it never freezes so cafés can operate year round – the outdoor seating ones.

This, for me, is Nirvana.