I need a toolbox for myself, since I have crossed human level of damage by miles already. My screws and springs are coming off like broken wall-e, thanks to my simple (self-destructive) coping system. I see hard day coming -> I over-occupy myself -> I drive myself to physical, mental and emotional fatigue.. I feel... Continue Reading →
Hello people of WordPress, Hope you all are doing as well as you can. I just update my posts where I gathered writers who muster courage and share their mental health struggles. Even though I add the link in the end of every post, it’s easy to miss it. So I thought I will write... Continue Reading →
Last week this incredible kid contacted me and I haven’t been able to find the right words to convey her message because I was blown away by her strength. Bekki is a 17-year-old, who struggles with multiple mental health disorders and autism and yet she is passionate to spread awareness and break the stigma around... Continue Reading →
Your trauma, trauma. My trauma, drama? I read this somewhere and it hit the right spot so hard I had to finally write this long-awaited piece about victim-blaming. And here, and going to talk about most subtle form of it. We get into an accident, get physical mental and emotional impact. Then we deal with... Continue Reading →
My anxiety have been through the ozone lately, like a lot of people who already struggled with it even before the pandemic. Self loathing, complaining and constant fear of losing a valuable chunk of your life that would be retrievable. All of that combined is quite nerve-wrecking. But then I saw a quote. That was... Continue Reading →
I'm engulfed in way too much human interaction these days and that means overload of random information, mostly inaccurate, but definitely based on first hand experiences. I will try to keep it short or it will end up being a book. These are excerpts of what apparantly healthy folks said about their own mental health:... Continue Reading →
I always say families are complicated. A I must have heard it somewhere. but we all sweep the reality under the rug as it's our family.. Please read the piece with compassion very few of us find courage to speak about it..
This post is by one of my favourite people on wordpress. such a kind yet brave soul. I look at her for inspiration and I mean it.
Her account of the experience mentioned in this post moved me and broke me.
Please do pay a visit to the blog of this true warrior.
IN THERAPY TODAY A LOT CAME UP. EMILY STARTED OFF THE SESSION. SHE TALKED A LITTLE TO EILEEN ABOUT THE WEEKN, ABOUT TIME LOSS, ABOUT THE SYSTEM, ABOUT WHO WAS STRUGGLING ETC. THAT WENT WELL. THEN SHE TOLD EILEEN HOW WE ARENT SLEEPING AT NIGHT. BECAUSE WE ARE TOO SCARED. THE KIDS ARE AFRAID OF THE DARK. THE DARKS HAVE BEEN HAVING MEMORIES, THERE WAS SUMMER SOLSTACE, THAT WAS HARD FOR US. EILEEN LISTENED. THEN SHE SAID SHE’D LIKE TO HAVE A CONFERENCE WITH ALL OF THE ADULTS. SHE FIRST TALKED A LITTLE TO THE KIDS, THOUGH. SHE TOLD THEM ALL TO GO INTO THE SAFE ROOM INSIDE, AND TO EITHER PLAY, OR SLEEP, OR SOMETHING, BUT THAT SHE WAS GOING TO TALK TO THE ADULTS AND TRY TO FIGURE OUT A FEW THINGS. THEY WERE ALL OK WITH THAT. SO SHE HAD US ALL GO TO OUR CONFERENCE ROOM…
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where was this post all along??
read this guys!
I won’t say anything or it will be a huge spoiler. but read this!!!!
it will put you on the right track.
What a week!!! This is sure to be a long post, brimming with depression, anxiety, therapy, strength, epiphanies, and maybe even a little pleasure. I may leave that last one lacking in concrete details, but allusions will be made, take them as you wish.
Two months ago, on my birthday, I received a Facebook PM from an old friend. I’ve alluded to him in a few posts, because he’s done quite a bit in helping me regain my old self. I started listening to music and singing again, via his suggestions; We started watching the same series, following each instance by philosophizing the relationships and plot lines of each; We’d spend hours on the phone together: last weekend, from Friday to Sunday we spoke a total of 13hrs and 45min, finally putting down the phone at sunrise on Sunday morning.
In two months, after 8 years without physical interaction with…
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this is a post by our blog friend who I have known since the beginning of my blog and I have been thoroughly enjoying her content.
about the post…you have to read this! it’s important.
A few years ago, my husband stumbled upon a book written by a journalist father of a young man with bipolar disorder. The young man (a good kid) committed a crime during the midst of a manic episode and was arrested for the crime. As some people with bipolar mania experience, the young man didn’t even remember committing the crime.
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