With the naming of PIG PEN, I finally had reached the goal I given myself back in the early 90's when I was in an English 103 class - I had to read poems of death, of incest, of sucide. Wouldn't have been too bad, but at that time, summers always bought on suicide behaviors because I was molested in the summer of my 8th year. But my belief that if I took my own life and left unfinished business here, I would return to this plane and it would be 10x worse. So I made a commitment to tackle why I got depressed in the summer.  
 
I spent years journaling, tracking, experimenting. It didn't take me long to realize that as a non-sweater and living in an area of high humity and 90 degree weather in August that my biggest problem was I needed to get Central Air. I did that the summer of "1999". I actually had to leave a relationship because the man just didn't understand that I needed it to live. But I did manage to get an air conditioner for my window and I lived in my livingroom the summer of 1998. With me getting Central Air, I was able to challenge my pattern. I finally did that last summer - it took a little longer because of the life events that occurred in 1999 that took me so far off-track. 
 
But in 2004, when I committed to using the tools in Self Matters, I was able to finally start tackling the thoughts that I had written during those depressing times. I didn't like what I saw, I didn't like that I was the reason my life was in shambles. 
 
With the naming of PIG PEN, I have finally named what / how I thought. I've known about it cause it's a pattern. But I just didn't know how to feel it / touch it so I could name it. Once I did, I knew that it was time for me to stop the SELF-FIXING and move on out. 
 
Yesterday, I wrote in my on-line journal that it was time to move forward. That I had reached the point where I could return to the crazy life around me and climb on board. I gave myself 8 months to emerce myself into tackling my thoughts and to challenge them. I did that. I knew that when it came to summer time, the "suicide" feeling would emerge - but it wasn't suicide anymore - it was something I had created as a child because I couldn't talk, couldn't understand, or do anything to defend myself against the events/people in my life. 
 
The naming has released me - I've not suffered a manic episode in years. I learned to watch out for them and learned that I need a simple life style. That corporations & large businesses were too much for me to deal with. That being a homemaker and working part time was what I needed. I accept that because it really does work for me. 
 
Now that I've finally understood the depression side of my illness, I now have the necessary tools to deal with it. Especially as it's been years since I've laid in bed and cried / bemoan my life.  
 
Journaling was the biggest tool that helped me understand what I was experiencing & it helped me to see the patterns my life / thoughts were in. Self Matters was the tool that helped me to analyze what I was thinking and why. It taught me to understand who I was at the different ages I lived. I taught me to stop hating myself for being EVIL - cause no 8 year old is evil - it was just words I lived to for over 40+ years.