Mental Health IS Medical Health. Just because mental health, and many chronic illnesses and autoimmune disorders for that matter, cannot be seen, doesn’t mean they don’t exist.
Let’s take care of ourselves and each other. Let’s share our stories with others. Let’s insist on being treated for medical issues that can and *cannot* be seen.
*Poem, possible trigger warning*
FIRST by jenm_curry 2018
I was the first born
But I was second choice.
What did I do to make you leave?
Did I talk too much, make too much noise?
I was first wife
But now he’s with number three.
Told the kissing wasn’t quite right
And not enough time on my knees.
I was a first best friend
BFF – best friends for life.
But no texts returned, no calls answered.
Stabbed with a jagged, killer’s knife.
If I was the next one
To reach for the pills or that loaded gun.
Would anyone even notice
That I’m long since gone?
Received some concerning news regarding my MRI. Will update once I’ve digested a bit more. In the meantime, sharing a poem I wrote. If people like it, maybe I’ll share more. Love & Peace. Let’s take care of ourselves and each other. ✌💛🙏
ONCOMING TIDE by @JENM_CURRY 2018
Sitting by the phone
Waiting for a call
From family or a friend
But again, nothing at all.
Staring out the window
Maybe I’ll see a friend’s car
But truth is, they’re not that interested
When things start to fall apart.
See, it’s easier to deal with fun me
The one not rotting inside and out
Easier to go along pretending
Hiding things they’ll never know about.
Sitting in the dark
Hoping for a text
Nothing coming through, though
Except what medically happens next.
(And the doctor, he says more tests.)
Look, as far back as I can remember
Ages four, five, maybe six
Been told I was over-reacting
Hypochondriac, crazy chick!
Family calls me pill-popper
Accused of emptying bank accounts
Not even true. But so what?
That’s not what life is all about.
More and more by myself
Husband works, kid in school
Always dreamt of being something grand
What a misguided, loser, failure, fool.
People say count your blessings
Agreed, and I’ve done that quite a lot
But people continue to disappear
Who I thought were friends are not.
Looking forward to the day
Without weighing best methods of suicide
Days filled with my Savior and no pain
Somewhere on the other side.
(I’ll watch for you in the oncoming tide.)
*photo cred from deviantart by diogomoura*
Struggling & haven’t found anything to make it better or even distract from it. Sorry, that’s all I’ve got today.
Texas, proposed prison reform, article discussing topics such as anti-ricidivism and mental health. Please take a moment to read.
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“Like misdirected letters and packages at the post office, the neurons made from bipolar disorder patients also differed in how they were ‘addressed’ during development for delivery to certain areas of the brain.”
I like this a lot.
(Credit: Terri Cheney, @bipolar_on_a_journey and HealthyPlace.com)
Even If You Stumbled ~ 7.11.18
More on Boundaries ~ 7.9.18
Are you able to do this, or is it a work in progress? I’m definitely in the latter group.