Devotional blog dedicated to the Goddess Sigyn offering support to those who are "holding the bowl" within difficult relationships.
Author: Sephira
Born and raised primarily in Northern Virginia, my family and I moved to North Carolina in 2006. Married for over 20 years, my husband and I have two boys and a gaggle of cats.
For me, writing is a great stress reliever. I can let my mind wander and let my emotions run free in a way that is generally not possible in my normal everyday life. My writings run the gamut in terms of style and genre – for instance my first novel is a historical romance set in the Civil War, but some of the other things I have in the works are fantasy or thrillers, among other things.
It probably goes without saying, but my poetry is somewhat eclectic in nature, and again while some may feel the need to stick with a particular form, I tend to write just whatever comes to mind. Let the winds of inspiration lead me on…
I’m always interested in comments and feedback. So please feel free to share your thoughts with me!
I think the most fundamental misunderstanding of depression comes from the fact people think we aren’t making enough “happy chemicals” which is why they think if we did things that produce these chemicals (excercise/nutrition etc) then we would be fixed.
But the way depression actually works is that our brains do produce happy chemicals – it just soaks them all up before we feel the benefit. So no matter how many more chemicals we get our brain to make, it will never be better, because that isn’t the problem. There is no amount of willpower that will be able force our internal organs to learn how to uptake more serotonin. “Happy pills” do not create more happy chemicals, they allow your brain to recognise what it is already producing.
Having depression isn’t a personality trait or a personal failure, it’s an illness that needs to be managed.
this. it’s like we’re unable to digest sugar, and everyone’s immediate reaction is to throw cookies at us. no that isn’t the problem you guys stop.
“But
if we’re going to constantly use mentally ill people to dodge conversations
about gun control, then the very least we owe them is a fucking plan.”
My alter, and the complete collection of my figures of the gods and goddesses. From left to right; Huggin and Munnin, Odin, Frigg, Thor, Sif, Baldur, Freya, Freyr, Tyr, Idun, Bragi, Heimdall, Loki and Sigyn. Missing still are Hel (I don’t feel the need to invoke death, but if I do, I’ll make one for her) Njord ( I don’t feel a particular connection with the sea, but again, if I ever do…) and Skaldi. (No snow where I live. 😦 )
If there are any Aussie pagans out there who can give me some tips, I would appreciate it. My ask box is open.
Holding the Bowl 