Thank you, #NBC #ThisIsUs for handling mental health issues with honesty and sensitivity.
To name a few – Depression, Anxiety, Panic Attacks, PTSD and Medication Dilemmas .
Domino Effect Part Two ~ 10.6.18
Misreading cues. Assuming. Arguing. Anger. Yelling. Escalation. Pushing. Destruction. Hitting. Violence. Crashing. Crying. Cutting. Pill-Swallowing. Hospital. Home.
Domino Effect ~ 10.3.18
Kindness begets kindness.
Hope begets hope.
Honesty begets honesty.
Support begets support.
Art begets art.
Does your friend know you love him/her because you were sure to remind him/her of that today?
From whom did you receive encouragement because you had, in the past, motivated that person?
What did you create today based on a poem you read, or a song you heard?
Bipolar (and any chronic illness) can rob us of being able to do these things, but if we stick together, I believe we’ll make it.
Take care of yourselves and each other.
Love, light and peace. 💛🙏🌞✌
Agree or Disagree? Thoughts?
(Photo credit nami_westside_los_angeles)
I find this list fitting my experiences. I think a lot of the reason I have been treated differently regarding physical illness vs mental illness is due to stigma. Still.
We are still struggling with the stigma. Being a hundred percent honest, I don’t know how we are going to end it, but I know I’m ready to work for it. 🎗➰
Slippery Slope ~ 9.8.2018
Have you ever had surgery? You’re knocked out and next thing you know, you’re awake… usually uncomfortably awake. This gap between counting back from 10 and not even making it to 7, to later awaken to nurses asking you how you feel, this gap has always fascinated me. (Well, since I was 21 and had my first back surgery, but I digress.)
It is interesting to me that it doesn’t feel like sleep, not for me anyway. There is no remembrance of a dream, certainly no feeling of rest. There is no seeing a bright light or feeling warmth. There’s just being there one minute and back the next, only in reality, hours have passed.
What am I talking about, you might wonder. Why? What’s the point?
(Photo credit: The Tangled Escape, quirkybytes)
Well, it’s simple, actually. My mind is fried. I don’t want surgery, and I know that I can’t sleep for days in a row under that kind of anesthesia. I don’t want to leave this earth yet, mostly because of my family.
What I need is that anesthesia black out. For like two weeks, maybe three.
Allow my body and mind (mostly) to just call a time-out.