• No picture needed (look at instagram.com/katcountiss for the image feed).

    Today is the first day of real life Chess. I don’t know the rules, but I already think I’m winning.

    I don’t know my diagnosis, but I think it’s Trans-mania. I’m tripolar and I’m about to embark on my first album. I would like to read Musicphilia by Oliver Sacks first to get the game rolling.

    I hope that it’s useful to me in the way I think it will be. I would like to translate it into a visual medium.

    We will see how far I get with this project. Is this my 30-day challenge? or am I going to DaVinci it? Stay Tuned and find out more, later. I will try my best.

  • As a “manic” person, I am terrible with money. Today, my ally and I went shopping to get “essentials” for the new home.

    We went to Back Yard Coffee, Bed Bath and Beyond, Tacos de Gamelos, Costco, Target, and El Marcadito Latino. I called several people, including a man who returned my call. I am going to see a psychiatrist about cleaning up my “permanent record.” I will report back. Hopefully, I was just mistreated and misdiagnosed and he’ll recognize that I am healthy for my age and I should just drink more water. I am very pleased with our day.

    Follow me on instagram for the latest and greatest. I’m learning how my ally functions as well. We are both sleep deprived humans.

    I organized some boxes and cleaned out the living room and ordered some nice nomadic furniture so when we move, it won’t be such a pain.

    I have to admit, I enjoy wearing the same clothes and eating the same food if it means I don’t have to think as much as I do. Peace of mind is on its way.

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    You Only Live Once with a budget of $270.
  • My mania was focused by playing cards by Brit Zerbo. Abstract lovely things that mean nothing. Things without meaning. I highly recommend them to anyone who is in the middle of a manic attack and have no where to turn without the voices following them. Those voices used to be “you” but at some point with all the self-talk, you agreed that they were “other.”

    This is why I created my pantheon. If they were going to be there at all, they would be my friends and not strangers.

    I will post more on this but I am seeing a person tomorrow who will help me “kick” my diagnosis.

  • It’s as easy as it sounds… go to your bookshelf and pick five books (easy, don’t over think it).

    List them.

    List five quotes. Whatever your eye goes towards.

    Done.

    (below by anonymous submitter J1)

    Book 1. Wuthering Heights by Emily bronte
    Book 2 Nightwood by Djuna Barnes.
    Book 3 TheSeven Story Mountain by Thomas Merton
    Book 4 The Fall by Albert Camus
    Book 5. The End of the Affair by Graham Greene

    I,weak wretch, after maintaining till dusk a struggle with low spirits and solitude, was finally compelled to strike my colours

    He began waving his hands saying, “Oh please, please!” and suddenly had the notion that he was doing something that wasn’t laughing at all but something much worse, though he kept saying to himself “I am laughing, really laughing, nothing else whatsoever!”

    That afternoon we took the peculiar, antiquated train out of Mautauban into the country, we felt something like the 3 Maji after leaving Herod and Jerusalem when they caught sight once again of their star.

    I was not on the floor of the courtroom, but somewhere in the flies like those gods that are brought down by machinery from time to time to transfigure the action and give it its meaning. After all, living aloft is still the only way of being seen and hailed by the largest number.

    I woke with the sadness of her last cautious advice still resting on my mind, and within three minutes of waking her voice on the telephone dispelled it.

     

  • It’s as easy as it sounds… go to your bookshelf and pick five books (easy, don’t over think it).

    List them.

    List five quotes. Whatever your eye goes towards.

    Done.

    List 1:

    Hug Time by Patrick McDonnell
    Elements of Style (illustrated) by Strunk, White, Kalman
    What Customers Want by Anthony W. Ulwick
    The Amazing STory of Quantum Mechanics by James Kakalios
    America: A Citeixen’s Guide to Demacracy InacTion by The Daily Show with Jon Stewart

    List 2

    “So he made (and checked twice) a Hug To-Do List.”
    “Enclose parenthetic expressions between commas.”
    “How Has the Practice of Segmentation Evolved?”
    “Nothing doing- you can watch this chain reaction from out front where the people are!” (A quote in a quote– dagwood comic strip in the book)
    “Post-Presidency: Golf!”

    Done.

     

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    I come from a line of strong women and I need to be strong now. Grannies (and consequently my parents who are first-born– and have a few siblings each) had to raise a brood on their own because their husbands died early. My father is still alive but he’s always been into “escaping” because his father “escaped.” My parents are similar to martyrs. They had to step up and parent in the place of their dead fathers. What does it mean to be an “anti-martyr”? Someone who doesn’t sacrifice his/her own happiness to “save the family.”

    I have to rise up against a tide of opinions and surf a wave of understanding because I have been mistreated and misdiagnosed. I need to be brave and I need to stay calm in the face of ignorance and misunderstanding.

    I’m not a psychologist, but I’ve been watching shows for most of my life. I was raised in front of a television and now the Internet. I’ve seen so many model arcs that I’ve started to create my own.

    I’ve had so many boyfriends because I love the act of “killing” them. It’s not a real death, just a relative death. I didn’t know what I was doing or why I was doing it until lately when I’ve decided to open my psychological black box.

    My new favorite thing is to “re-break” up with  my current significant other. I broke up with him when I was watching Breaking Bad. I changed after that show. It moved me. I couldn’t be with the “same” person after I was “different.” That’s the thing about reincarnation that I find appealing. The ability to try something else.

    With this blog, I realized that I couldn’t clean house, but I could document change. I recently experienced a millienial celebration– I became old, ancient. I realized that I am definitely not the little sprout who said “Hello World” in 2009. And, I’m happy for that. I’ve been pushing people’s limits most of my adult life because I love watching people change. Because I love watching myself change. I thought it was easy for other people, too. For some it is.

    Negotiation is in my blood. My parents are lawyers– they fight for change on a daily basis. I am the most radical person I know because I know what change looks like because I know what same looks like.

    I grew up in Hawaii. The weather is mostly the same and it’s equatorial, so its seasons swing the least. That means that the environment doesn’t change all that much, but I did. I watched myself emerge as a faceted being and I loved it. When I was 11 (a formative time) I moved to Virginia (culture shock) and then again to Bremerton (culture shock) and then to High School (culture shock) and then to community college (culture shock) and then to University in Seattle (culture shock).

    And since then, I’ve had numerous jobs and a variety of phases and I am still in love with Culture Shock, so much to the point that I’ve taken to improv like a duck to water. I enjoy the flamboyant and the meek and I’ve been diagnosed as bipolar recently int the Psych Ward. We are trained to see a AB dichotomy, but I believe in an ABC-pick 2, kind of system. I’ve always had choices in my life. My brain is good at making quick decisions.

    psychology

    At the Psych Ward, I was able to map out my personality and I discovered I liked the label “tripolar.” I can be beautiful, terrifying or just calm. Calm is ideal but to never see the sunrise or sunset of the personality, that seems like no life at all (for me and for my friends, I love watching the shift).

    The blue triangles in the diagram represent affinity. I think that it’s a coincidence that works that they are associated in tri-fectas that seem fitting but it’s just the brain assigning patterns where there could be like a lucid dream. Life has been producing some really great living dreams for me lately and I can’t help but feel like I’m on a lucky streak. Must continue on.

    I’m sorry for all the people who watched my merry-go-round in disbelief or worse, experienced the whiplash of my personality shifts (they are occasionally violent because I couldn’t control them, didn’t know them).

    This is where medicine comes into play. Why train the horse when you can just sedate it? I believe that brain chemistry is the most curious because it self-medicates. That means that it produces it’s own cure and particularly prescription drugs on a regular basis would ruin the process that is adaptation.

    I made a rational decision (based off of science I learned about in Lorenzo’s Oil (1992) – IMDb— info here:  Lorenzo’s Oil – The Oil) to go off my medication after reading the Medication Guide. It was not helpful or informative on the level that I am used to having for my personal edification. It was the first time being of “sound” mind that I realized that I was signing up for a lifetime addiction because of a psychiatric experiment that I did not consent to.

    Consent is a tricky thing when you are emotionally/rationally impaired. That’s why consent is one of the hardest things to ascertain because even the “awake” can be deemed “incapable.” These criteria are outdated. They do not account for radical acceptance (or the idea that a consentable mind can be radically different than the accepted norm).

    This is my current state of affairs and like a good rational computer, I think more data is needed. But as a good rational human, I know that this is the system that works best for me, so far and I am willing to go the distance to express my transmania, rationally and thoughtfully until I find a better diagnosis.

    Thank you for reading. It’s been a wild ride finding out about how I work/how I’d like to work. It’s through empathy and information giving that I hope to create awareness of this new possible world in which those who suffer, who have tried to “normalize” through conventional means and failed, can see a dawn of a new age.

     

     

  • still-life

    https://soundcloud.com/katarina-countiss/play

    What is Toxic Love? It’s peer pressure.
    They wanted to protect us but they didn’t know us. What they showed us and said “this” was not for us and we had to be stronger than our parents’ certainty.

    They wanted to give us wings when we already had some… they forced these appendages on our body and said “fly.” I didn’t want to fly when they said “fly.” I wanted to show them my wings and how they were better, stronger and more functional. 

    Up in the air they wouldn’t know which wings I was using. I didn’t want to give them false feedback. Their plan didn’t work.

    Drugs are a danger to the body. I read that in the Medication Guide my pharmacist gave me. When I asked for a refill, they gave me papers that I almost said no thanks to, but instead I read it deep. What it was: anti-informative. It was fake information. I don’t believe in ignorance is bliss.

    I was sent to the Psych Ward not because I hurt anyone or talked about hurting anyone. I had an idea virus called “Enough ideas means new person.” A person within. I’m 25, fully grown and have the genetics that would make me sick right about my time of conciousness awakening, when I saw everything around me for the first time and saw their true names that are unsayable.

    But, it was real. I trust that reality to a fault. Which means I am stronger because my internal code and external code are one, except for the names I gave things. I use metaphor most of the time, but I decided that parts of me could have new names.

    Listen to the above track and learn about communication theory, pop culture, and my generation’s struggle with media memories as real as non-media memories.

    Drug rape: They treated me like a Child in the Ward. Not at the age of consent due to my hysteria. But, I was an adult and fighting for what I thought was right: I’m not sick, so don’t treat me. My friends understood but they were powerless. The establishment doesn’t anticipate the not-sick coming into the ward. There were no rules I felt I should abide by in there, but I learned to adapt. I took the minimal amount of drugs I needed to to get out. I did not consent to this toxic environment, I knew I needed real help.

    Drugs are fake help and when they are forced, it’s a double whammy that no child can handle because they are not strong enough to refuse a system that also feeds them nutrients.

    Love me and love my choices because you can’t send me back and you can’t make me take them. I will heal and you will see that I was right because I have my trustworthy expert that isn’t paid to sit and listen to me and she reveals the truth of my struggle, her struggle and the unspoken struggle of countless others.