Monthly Archives: February 2014

The 10 Most Common Facebook Statuses

I’ll admit it, I’m completely and utterly addicted to Facebook. I love keeping up with what my friends in other places around the world are doing and it’s easy to do this by logging in and checking out what people are up to.


I’ve noticed some common recurring themes since becoming a Facebook aficionado. Here’s are the 10 most common Facebook statuses that you will come across:

1. Inspirational quote.

Sometimes these are truly thought provoking and inspiring. Other times they are so cheesy you want to bang your head against the computer screen.

2. Passive Aggressive “feel sorry for me” status.

“I’m all alone and my friends forgot about me. Feel sorry for me internet.”

3. Bragging.

“I just got a $75,000 a year job. I’m awesome, yo. I got my teeth whitened and I look like Cindy Crawford”

4. Pretending Facebook is Craig’s List.

“I’m looking for a roommate. Does anyone want this desk? Who wants to adopt my dog?”

5. Random brain dump status.

“I want a cheese sandwich. What does the president actually do? Coffee is great!”

6. The “I love you man” status.

“I just want to take a moment to let you guys know that I love you! You’re wonderful.”
Sometimes these are from highly intoxicated individuals.

7. Someone is dying or in the hospital.
Sad. :(

8. Complaining/ranting status.

“My life sucks and this is why.” 

9. Calling someone out. Usually an ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/husband.

If the person is truly daring, they will tag the called out individual in the status.

10. Emoticons.

Enough said.

I just want to take the time to let you know that you guys are awesome. Just kidding! By the way, I’m guilty of posting all of these statuses. Happy Facebooking guys!


Managing Anxiety By Whatever Means Necessary

When I shared my story about living with panic disorder, I received so much positive feedback from people coping with various forms of mental illnesses. It was a wonderful feeling to be connected with others who have gone through similar trials in life.

There’s something else that needs to be addressed here: each person has to find their own way to manage anxiety. For me, a combination of cognitive behavior therapy, medication and daily meditation are the tools that help me to cope with panic disorder.

These things may not work for you. Every person is different. I choose to take medication, but that doesn’t mean I’m saying that people who don’t take medicine are wrong. Taking psychiatric medication may not work for everyone. To each his own.

If you feel that changing your diet helps you, then by all means do that. Some people benefit exclusively from talk therapy and choose not to take medication. Whatever works for you and helps you to be able to manage your anxiety and depression is what you should do.

There is no magic bullet. There is no miraculous solution that cures anxiety. However, there are studied therapy techniques that do help.

Do what you feel is right. If you want to take medicine, by all means see a psychiatrist and find a medication that works. Maybe you find that an intensive yoga practice and exercise helps you to keep anxiety at bay.  If you want to work with a holistic doctor or naturopath, do it.

Society, let’s stop telling people how to manage their mental illness and instead support them on their journeys to find their way.

The Boy on The D Train

Today I took the kids out to breakfast. When we were on our way home from getting muffins, Samara and Ari ran off and started climbing the steps of every brownstone on our block. Finally, I’d had enough so I used my scary stern voice and told them to come hold my hand “right now” or they weren’t going to watch Despicable Me two. 


Ari obeyed, ran up to me and grabbed my hand. Samara, however, continued to run amuck laughing. I knew I had to do something or we weren’t getting home anytime soon, so I grabbed her hand and tried to walk down the street with her.

She started wailing “I don’t wanna hold your hand! No no no!” But I ignored the tantrum and kept a firm grip on her tiny but stubborn hand.

She continued to scream and then proceeded to sit down in the middle of the sidewalk. So I repeatedly sat up up straight and took her hand as she continued to scream and kept on walking with gritted teeth. I could feel my body tighten up internally as this was happening. My my jaw was clenched in frustration. 

After what seemed like eternity, we arrived home and she was still screaming. I handed the kids off to Wil and went back out to catch the train. I was on my way to get my eyebrows done for my impending job interview.

On the D train I heard the sounds of a tiny voice screaming and crying “I want to get off! Next stop! Next stop!” It was a boy who looked about Ari’s age. The mom was attempting to comfort him. 

All of a sudden I felt my heart clench up. I felt for this child. I felt for his mother, who had far more patience than I did with Samara 10 minutes ago.

I approached the pair and said to the little boy “It looks like you want to get off the train. What stop do you get off at?” 
“Canal Street!” He cried. 
“Oh, well that’s coming up soon. If you look out the window I bet you can see Canal street when the train goes outside.”

He stopped crying for a moment and sniffed a couple of times. The mom smiled at me. 
“How old is he?” I asked.
“Six, but he’s special.” She said. It looked as if English wasn’t her first language. What I believe she meant was that her son had special needs.
“My son is five and he still acts like that sometimes.”
“Thank you.” said the mom looking directly into my eyes,

With that, I left them alone and went back to my seat. But my mood had completely changed. I understood how Samara must have felt in that moment. Confused, angry, scared, and out of control.

Meeting that mother and child on the train was meant to teach me something. I’m not sure quite what that is yet. 

One thing that occured to me was that sometimes it’s easier to be sympathetic towards other people’s children because you don’t see and deal when them every day like you do your own.

Another thought that came to mind was I need to be aware of my frustration levels when parenting my kids and try to be more understanding of their emotional needs. But it’s hard in that moment where you are exhausted and just want your kid to stop crying.

I’m not a perfect parent. No one is.  But today, my eyes were opened by how I could be present for my child.