Until now, I never how much someone can change incan instant. When someone says something around other people that they wouldn’t usually say…
Is that something to look into?
When out of the blue someone tells others and you something they have never told you personally, should you be concerned? How well do you know someone? This can relate to mental illness because most people…hell majority of people don’t know about my mental illness. They see the mask I put on. So, is it okay to never tell your deepest darkness secrets to the one you love?
Is it okay to do something you hate for the sake of love/commitments?
When you were diagnosed, what age where you? Where were you in your life?
The PTSD diagnosis happened when I was 20-ish, it altered to CPTSD about two decades later. Bipolar was diagnosed recently (mid 40s). Where was I? I’ve never been stable for long (geographically even), but I’m standing still now.
How do you cope/relax from your mental illness?
Strict medication compliance and very lovely and loving dogs. Taking things a day, hour, minute at a time.
What are 3 words that you would describe how your illness makes you feel?
I don’t know.
If you could talk to world leaders about mental illness, what would be the one thing you discuss?
Erasing words like ‘madness’ from any discussion of it. Maybe even a new word for mental. There’s enough genetic research and science around for the current stigma to be utterly unacceptable bullshit. Grrr!
What is some advice you would give someone who is fighting mental illness?
Take your meds!
How can we keep in touch with you? (blog, Facebook, Twitter)
I know people with mental illness have to act like double agents everyday, but lately I have been feeling more and more unknown to myself.
everyday I wake up not knowing who I am and what I might do today. This morning, I woke up and decided that I didn’t want to go to work, so I smoked, call my job, and went back to bed. I woke up 3 hours later really kicking myself in the ass for not going.
What is going on with me? Sometimes I’m looking out through eyes that might not be mines.
Am I still going through a rebellious period? Do I have nothing to work and strive for?
Has anyone felt this way? Is it my addiction or my mental illness?
Thank you for the messages I have gotten about my absence. Everything is okay.
I haven’t been writing really because I have been trying to finally connect with my own life, which really hasn’t been working. I have been smoking incredibly too much, working, and then also moving out of one place into another.
I haven’t really felt connected to my mental illness side. My bipolar has been really reduced because of my job and medicine, which is great, but it sucks because I don’t feel like I can talk about something that I’m not suffering from at the moment, but that’s wrong. I started this blog to help myself but realize that I am helping more people than I know.
Thanks for helping me realize….so here to me…back in action..
I really want to host a HANGOUT on Google+ to talk about Mental Health issues. I think it would be great to get together and chat about what can be done to improve ourselves, our laws, and just mental health awareness in general.
We’re gonna let it Burn! We are going to let them know we are here in 2014! No more excuses. No more suffering from this illnesses. No more letting your mind get you. We’ll be raising our hands, shouting up to the skies!
Yesterday I realized that my family will throw me under the bus very VERY quickly.
I won’t go into detail about what happened, but I will say that my grandmother and mother are very mean, evil, angry women. I know where it comes from now.
They talked about me so badly while I sat in the other room trying to calm down and go over what happened in my head. They talked about my friends, my wedding, and how selfish I am. They did all this under the impression that I did something that I DID NOT do.
Is this mental illness? I know my mother has one, but does my grandmother have a mental illness? It was so quick for them to jump on me and make me feel like shit, and show no remorse about it when I told then what really happened.
My nana gave me a really lame ‘if I’m wrong, I’m sorry’ but how could you say the things you did and then 30 mins be sorry…
I don’t know how to handle this. It’s not like I can change the family I have, but it seems like every member of my family aren’t happy.They are mean, selfish, uncaring people, yet they expect me to help and care for them. To be like their needing and sounding board.
I am really going through something right now. The whole beginning of this year has been challenging my mental illness, my body, and my heart. I will get through this though and be a better person and supporter to the people I know and love, but I will never give my family all of myself anymore.
I hate sleeping nowadays. Between my fiance snoring me to death, the rain machine, and the space heater loudness, I am NOT sleeping. They all wouldn’t be the problem if I could just shut my brain off as well.
I wish I was still on Seroquel.
I wish I could lay my head down, like my fiance, and knock out. That’s how you know he isn’t plagued with mental illness, when they knock out in two seconds. Doushe…
Now, I’m patrolling the internet like a dog in heat. Waiting for something interesting to catch my eye so I can start counting sheep. I even made a cup of tea.
I’m trying to keep a lid on my personal life and with little sleep and not smoking or drinking, I feel like this is going to get uglier before its gets okay.
The 25th day of Feb was so crazy for me, and it taken me into a Mania phase. I’m too happy for whats going on in my life. I feel to at ease with things I shouldn’t. I’m being calm, and that doesn”t happen.