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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Ok guys another reblog.
this lovely girl shared this post specifically on MHA post so I am reblogging this one. but I read her other content too and it’s like she is speaking for so many of us, very relatable.
Go check her blog please.
I’m struggling with my depression. To cope I am saying my affirmations out loud three times. Along with a lot of deep breaths. But this depression is getting to me. I’m feel as if my consciousness keeps repeating negative thoughts. At the moment I’ve been obsessing over the messages I read. They oh so nicely end my relationship of a year and some. I just thought you would better, understand my state of mind. In the beginning I felt numb. I felt nothing. I can’t think straight. I can hardly write without negative thoughts. I’m glad I’m working a lot lately. The key is staying as busy as I can. Any help tips?
I feel like a molecule bouncing here and there voilently. A lost confused molecule. I am crying and I am laughing. It's too much happening at once. When I saw the daily post leaving the hardest feeling that hit me was fear. Fear of loss. Something that has successfully crippling me throughout my life. Fear... Continue Reading →
Next I am reblogging a post by our lovely Barb. I won’t say a lot here just that..I just love her!
There is so much honesty in her writing it will make you feel every syllable of it.
Please go pay a visit at her blog.
Thank you all for your support, love, and encouragement during what has been a difficult time. Much love to you all. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
Being admitted to Behavioral Hospital. Photo provided by author
As some of you know, I was in the emergency room on Friday, March 23, because I couldn’t stop self-harming. I was there from 4:00 PM until about 6:30AM the next day, when I was transferred to, I’ll call it, Behavioral Hospital. It’s a mental institution, but calling it that would be self-stigmatizing.
I was transferred because they didn’t have any beds at ECT Hospital, which devastated me. I like the psych ward at ECT Hospital, and know what to expect, especially because I was just there in the beginning of March. I was scared when the ambulance arrived at Behavioral Hospital.
Just got home. Photo provided by author
But I ended up loving many of my fellow patients…
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Aaand a post by Beckie, one of my favorite people around here who is always supporting fellow bloggers especially friends with mental health issues.
Do check her blog if you haven’t already.
Good Afternoon, My Friends. Happy Hump Day to you all! Hope your week is going well so far.
As some of you know, I just started this segment of working on me last week. Reading self-help books and trying desperately to keep my anxiety at bay, as well as my emotions intact. To be honest, I’m realizing this is not an easy task, but I have no other choice but do this on my own at the moment.
Back in March, I learned that my Medicaid Insurance cut me off with no warning. The reasoning was that I earned too much through my Disability. In my opinion, “That’s a load of shit.” One sum per month, with expenses taken out in order to survive, and they just cut you loose without evening knowing what the individual is going through. I’m without my therapist and my psychiatrist now since that time.
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a poem that I just have to share by our friend Lawrence, who blogs about his struggles with bipolar disorder with honesty and eloquence.
Facing a different person
Is facing the unknown
The unknown scares
The public wants “different”
But they cannot handle it
They cannot understand it
They want an outside the box view
Yet they live inside
Where they are comfortable.
For us, it’s a bit reversed
We don’t know or don’t want to know
What is inside the box
As we are living and operating outside of it.
Until we find a level playing field
We will never be accepted
We are different
Peace and serenity
Lawrence Copyright© June 2018
Here’s something we all wan’t want to scream at the whole world so that maybe somebody would understand.
I am reblogging a post by Ashley about anxiety and misconception around it. I see her actively helping around fellow bloggers please do check her blog.
Your chest feels so tight that it’s making it hard to breathe. Your heart is racing, and a quick check of your pulse confirms this. Your partner says “relax, it’s just your anxiety”, and that only makes you feel more agitated. Your body feels like it’s ready to explode, you have no idea what’s going on, and the pain is only getting worse. You feel terrified and powerless, and for lack of a better option you decide to go to emergency to get checked out. They run some blood tests and do an ECG. The doctor comes in, gives you only the briefest of glances, and says “everything came back normal. Looks like it’s all in your head. Go home and get some sleep”.
If you’re anything like me you’d probably feel like slapping both doctor and partner upside the head. But before we run off in that direction, let’s…
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