Ideas, Ideas, Ideas…


noun: idea; plural noun: ideas; noun: the idea
1. a thought or suggestion as to a possible course of action.
“they don’t think it’s a very good idea”
2. the aim or purpose.
“I took a job with the idea of getting some money together”

After careful consideration of this definition, I feel that ideas can not be either good nor bad.  Everyone has the right to free thinking, so ideas should not be black or white.  What I mean by this, is that ideas are “innocent until proven guilty.”  The only way to know an idea is good or bad is once it has transformed into an action. We all know that a person may choose to ride a motorcycle without a helmet, but riding a motorcycle with a helmet is a much safer way to travel.  We protect our bodies and the physical attributes so much better than we give the mother of all ideas, our mind.  I am free to have an idea that enjoying a slice of delicious & moist chocolate cake everyday after every meal, for a week, would be awesome. However, I would not like the consequence or actions that came from my idea. The possibility of being sick, gaining dreadful weight from this wonderful idea.  If I consider the consequences of turning these thoughts into actions I have mindfully made a decision.  I have made a decision on whether or not to give that idea anymore of my energy or to just toss it as waste.

I don’t know about the rest of the world, but I feel like I generate over a million ideas a day.  I have really good intentions with most of my ideas, and others are just random day dreams.  For instance, right now, instead of writing my blog I think that maybe I should be folding and putting away laundry.  That my closet needs a good cleaning, again.  That I should run to the store and pick up something healthy for the kids and I to have for lunch.  I am also thinking about that piece of cake I described earlier.  That last bit was obviously an example of my random day dream.  Another idea that constitutes as a random day dream, is this book idea that came to me for a trilogy.  This idea was actually inspired by just one word.  Amazing, isn’t it? The multi-tasking abilities of the mind.


I know that there are people that can come up with some hairbrain (funny imagery, but what does that even mean? I looked it up it means silly or ineffective) ideas, and ideas that seem impossible and sadly, ideas that are deadly.  The safest form of an idea is obviously when it remains in the womb of our mind, resting perfectly content as it awaits it’s turn on the conveyor belt to be judged as garbage, or sent to the place they transform into actions.  It’s birthplace, everyone of us become parents to these random things that are generated spontaneously.  It is our job to see that those that could survive our harsh conditions go on to live long lives.  It is also our job to eliminate those that do not help, but bring pain and more chaos.  It is up to us, we decide what our own world will produce actions.  Those with a mental illness this battle can sometimes be overwhelming and what the rest of society needs to remember is you are fighting these harmful and dangerous thoughts with one hand tied behind your back and then there are other people that are equipped with semi-automatic weapons to demolish the negative ideas.  This delivery ward that we all frequent has many levels and there are some folks fighting the most dangerous thoughts daily with no help and no way to win.  That’s why I write to tell each person they can win.  They may be having some difficulty with thwarting the negative ideas, but you are not alone.  I also know that all of this is easier said than done.  Just remember we decided which of our random ideas are selected to become actions and we decide how these ideas should be nourished, and the amount of energy each idea might require so that it can either become, great, ridiculous or dangerous. You are in control.

This is some amazing personal insight (if I do say so myself, and I believe I just did!) This is coming from someone with a less than perfect reputation on how to react  properly to situations.  This doesn’t happen because I enjoy impersonating a lunatic at times.  The “sorter” from the birthplace of my emotions, is broken.  I am able to have healthy emotions, sometimes too healthy and then I don’t know where to put them or how to nourish or calm them.  I have been trying harder each day to identify my emotions, and then try to consider those that are imagined or way out of line… those are the ones to obliterate, and I can still have emotions that actually need some attention.  On a more controlled level.  If you are anything like me, you know that a person with BPD can take a two-word response during an argument, like, “I’m done.” to mean “he wants to leave me forever.” (ah! This dreaded fear of abandonment!) I have to look at my body, my mind, my heart as a machine that is in need of repair.  It has every capability to work efficiently.  The mental illness is not going to beat me.  I can work hard to strengthen my weak areas.  I feel today has been a great day for emotional and cognitive progress.


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