AmberRose Dische
Bio
I love rocking chairs, all kinds of chocolate, coffee, books, singing, live theatre, doggies, and snuggly babies. Originally from Southern California, and currently living up in Washington Heights in NYC.
Stories (5/0)
Adult coloring books and gel pens
I’ve done it. I’ve purchased one of those “adult coloring books”, complete with gel pens. First of all, who decided to call them “adult coloring books” in the first place? I was a little nervous to open my first one since I wasn’t sure of what was going to be in there (but figured that since I was in a Paper Source I would probably be alright), and was relieved when I opened it and simply saw hundreds of very tiny flowers and intricate designs.
By AmberRose Dische4 years ago in Longevity
The Change Maze
"Come with me through a maze... now this maze is made entirely of bounce house cushion, padded with helium....fortunately, there's enough room so that you don't feel too claustrophobic....you have to walk alone though, there isn't enough room for someone to walk beside you. I mean, besides me, I’ll be there, walking ahead of you. It won't be too bad, you've done this before, you do it all of the time, in fact. This maze is change. We don’t entirely know WHAT kind of change, for better or for worse, but we’ve got to do it and it’ll be fun!! I know, you don't like change, but hey, hey! Don't look down, eyes on me! You can do it! Just take small steps. Ok, you're doing great. I'm glad you're wearing your tennis shoes. That was a smart choice! Oh, and you're even wearing band aids JUST in case you still get blisters. You've learned so much from the change mazes you've already gone through! I'm so proud of you. Do you have water? Ok great. What about good music and a phone to reach out to friends? Yes? Great. And bug spray? Mosquitos tend to like it in here; it's humid. Great, let's go! Ok, ok, I'm really excited for you to turn this corner, this is a really fun part! You can spread out and jump as much as you'd like! And it's AIR CONDITIONED!!
By AmberRose Dische4 years ago in Motivation
Kleenex, but make it fashion
It was my very first time at a psychiatrist’s office, and I was stuck in the bathroom. Literally. I couldn’t open the door. I had found a private doctor who seemed to be living in the back of her Upper West Side brown stone office. It was clear that, as her first patient of the day, I had gotten there after someone had just taken a shower- the clear shower doors were still wet. The dampness must have made the wooden door swell…either that, or this was some elaborate psychological experiment that the doctor does with new patients. I decided to stay calm and not scream. (I mentally awarded myself a gold star for that one.) After several labored tugs, spaced out with calm, deep breaths, I managed to yank the door open, practically propelling myself backwards onto the toilet. No one saw that. I sauntered back into the waiting room nonchalantly. That particular doctor was a no-nonsense Russian lady who didn’t understand why I was emptying her entire Kleenex box, and why I couldn’t have been smoother during some recent social situations (situations where a box of Kleenex was unfortunately not around.) However, she gave me my first dosage of Prozac and (*gasp) Klonopin. Woo! I felt much better! (Oh, sorry I should have mentioned, I have depression and anxiety. I’m usually feeling something strongly… if I’m really depressed, my anxiety tries to compete for the attention, and vice versa. It’s fun.). I stopped seeing that doctor because her office was incredibly disorganized, and they were making it hard for me to get a refill; and getting medication from her was literally why I was seeing her.
By AmberRose Dische4 years ago in Psyche
