Change a mind

What do you think a depressed person looks like?

Have you ever seen someone in the store and thought to yourself, "Whoa! That person looks really depressed!"?

Do they have greasy hair?

Are they wearing sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt?

Do they have make-up on?

Depression can look different on everyone.

Just because someone still has good hygiene, wears normal clothes, and chooses to put on make-up does not mean they are not depressed.

Maybe that person with the greasy hair, sweatpants and no make-up just got done at the gym and is the farthest thing from depressed.

Mental illness takes on many faces. Mental illness cannot be determined by how one looks on the outside.

I saw this commercial on TV a couple of months ago. It touched me. I thought it was the BEST commercial I had ever seen about mental illness.

I've personally seen that the stigma attached to the illness is sometimes just as hard to deal with as the illness itself.

Their website is http://www.bringchange2mind.org/

Please take some time to visit that site.

Share the site.

"Change a mind and change a life."

Rear View

Oh yeah, baby! I'm fired up! What better way to express myself than sharing bumper stickers on hump day!! Okay, so I could give you a full on rant. For now you get a few bumper stickers.

I'm mostly fired up about the lack of COMMON SENSE! People need a serious reality check. Right now I'd like to slap them in the face and tell them to wake the fuck up!

(To clarify, the first 3 are NOT political for me.)

I've shared this one before but it needs repeating

I am really feelin' this next one too!

The next 2 I saw on a truck in the parking lot of WallyWorld this past weekend. I took pictures of them with my cell phone but I'm sure this way will be easier to read what they say. They made me LOL right there in the parking lot!

I even snorted on this first one

I felt like that during his campaign. I knew it was all shovin' sunshine up the masses asses. Guess the masses liked how it felt!

This one would be on my Grandpa's car if he were still alive today, I just know it!

Happy Hump Day!!

bumper sticker credit

Mouth's Easter Tale

The day before Easter, Mouth tells me about a story his teacher read to them. All he tells me about the story was that an egg was hidden inside the mailbox. I did what any good Mom would do, smile and say "Oh, really?!" and take mental note to hide one of his eggs in the mailbox, thinking that it will be the first place he looks.

Ha!

It never occurred to him to look there. He had one egg left. His brothers had found it and were trying to hint, I was shooing them away. I ask Mouth about the story his teacher read to them. This is what I get.

I asked again about the story, "What was it about? Tell me." You don't have to ask Mouth more than once to tell a tale. He elaborates and tells of all the places the bunny hid the eggs.

"Well...he hid them here,here,here, and here."

"And, ummmm, there, there, there and there...."

"AND, well, he hid one in the mailbox and...."

I interrupt his tale to ask, "The mailbox? He hid one in the mailbox? No way!!"

And the little light bulb goes off and...voila! He finds his last egg!