My therapist and I once debated what would be the one thing that could change the human race. Ok, not really but the seriousness of the conversation felt like that. … Continue reading Viagra for Mental Illness
I wanted to share this series as a whole, it is called “A Mental Heath Anniversary – 11 Years Later. It is a two-part series that was initially supposed to go … Continue reading A Mental Health Anniversary – 11 Years Later
Please forgive me for the things I said And for the things I didn’t Forgive me for the outbursts For the door slams For the silent treatment Forgive me for … Continue reading Please Forgive Me.
Seeing a friendship that was once vibrant with life and laughter die in front of your eyes can be a sad sight. As it takes its final breath, I have … Continue reading When I Was Not Enough: Death of A Friendship
A Mental Health Anniversary – Part Two It All Starts With Hope * I know that this piece was supposed to go live on Thanksgiving. I apologize for that, here … Continue reading A Mental Health Anniversary – 11 Years Later – Part Two
Eunoia. It was my blogs original name. It is what I called it and it was perfect. I feel that I have to emphasize my reason for writing. It started as … Continue reading Eunoia.
I am learning to use my mindfulness breathing before my anxiety hits a high level, which has been a fascinating experiment. I do about fifteen minutes in the morning and spurts of three-five minutes throughout my day as a part of my routine. That is the other thing that I am getting back–a routine.
I am different person than I was last year or even eleven years ago in November. Hell, this time eleven years ago I was downright suicidal. I wanted the constant struggle in my mind to end. I don’t feel that way anymore. My last suicidal thought was years ago. I am not suicidal now, but I feel lost in the struggle, and it feels as if I am sinking slowly again.
Hey, you. Yes -YOU! -The one with your head hanging down, sitting in the corner with your vice at hand. I’m here to give you a pep talk. Hey! Put … Continue reading You Aren’t Struggling Because You Suck
I was asked by a fellow mental health blogger a writer if I would share her newly published collection of poetry entitled Rooted. It is always the point of this blog to celebrate other bloggers and writers within the mental illness community so that the real people in the community are highlighted. Here is the information on Cass’ work.
Over the years since, there have been other times when I thought of or threatened to commit suicide. Looking back at those situations, those were probably cries for help or attempts to elicit sympathy. I got to be careful here because I know that this isn’t the case for everybody. The irony here is that during the three years of bullying hell which inspired me to write “He Was Weird,” I never thought of committing suicide. It could have been that I thought someday, I would move out of that town, which I eventually did. Seeing another way out definitely removes any thoughts of ending it all.
As a kid, a teenager, and even as an adult I have always felt like a no-name slob, an outsider in social situations. I can still connect to Holly as a character, and it makes me understand a part of myself. In my eyes, Holly is fighting her own struggle with mental illness as she tries to find herself in the chaos of the battle.