I have never been hospitalized before. I think that I am pretty good at hiding things, but I couldn’t hide this from myself. I knew there was something wrong. I wasn’t sleeping more than a couple hours, I was becoming emotionally abusive, and I was falling back into overspending. Mania. This isn’t the first time… Continue reading My First Time.
Haven’t written in a while. Blame the mental illness. I stopped doing a bit of everything for awhile. I finally moved and have been back in Arizona for a couple months. I could already feel better just being back around my support system. Isn’t it weird that you don’t even realize how familiar environments can… Continue reading New Doctor, New Me.
Today was the first day that I have had the energy to write. I wanted to share what was going on in my life, but there were plenty of days where I stayed in bed and for the most part, I had the energy to keep up my school work, which luckily has not suffered.
I took a step forward today. I applied about a year ago to become a speaker for the Rape Abuse & Incest National Network (RAINN) speaker’s bureau. I suffer from PTSD and it has taken me the past ten years to cope with that, although I am unsure if you can ever fully cope with… Continue reading I’m Better Than This.
This weekend was very difficult for me. My mental illness had me in its grip tight which kept me in bed for Friday evening, Saturday afternoon and about 75 percent of Sunday. My boyfriend and I were butting heads which really made me anxious. I was having so many worries because of our argument that… Continue reading Does Mental Illness = Weakness?
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 is the link to the first piece. A Mental Health Anniversary – 11 Years Later Part One Hope. You didn’t have a lot of this… Continue reading A Mental Health Anniversary – 11 Years Later – Part Two
I believe that is what leads to getting me sick. The funny thing about me getting sick is that just days before my dad told me to slow down or it could start affecting my overall health. I knew he was right, but I didn’t slow down.