“I pledge my commitment to the Blog for Mental Health 2014 Project. I will blog about mental health topics not only for myself, but for others. By displaying this badge, I show my pride, dedication, and acceptance for mental health. I use this to promote mental health education in the struggle to erase stigma.”
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I have been on a mission to spread the word and stop the stigma against mental illness for years. I deal with it every single day, I live with a lifetime, incurable disease that challenges not only myself, but everyone else in my life. I share my story in the hopes that others will realize that they are not alone, matter of fact they are anything but alone. Together we CAN make a difference and the passion that burns within myself will never go away. I am a diagnosed bipolar mom of 3 that struggles to keep things together daily. I constantly let myself down but I always pick myself up somehow. We have a long fight ahead, as long as we stick together, anything is possible. Take your pledge now!
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Since I began writing this blog I’ve been absolutely astounded to find such a huge community of bloggers out there who all write in so many different ways about so many different aspects of mental health and wellbeing – I suppose I’ve spent so long NOT talking about my own experiences I’m amazed and humbled that so many brave people find the courage to be so open and honest about their particular ongoing struggles.
So not only in support of everyone who has already found their voice, but also for everyone who still struggles daily in silence and secrecy and shame:
“I pledge my commitment to the Blog for Mental Health 2014 Project. . .
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You think you’ve got things sorted – you’re managing it all OK. But then you go and crash again, because of work and life triggers – same old, same old.
But now, pay attention. This is the most important part.
This time, instead of covering up all those insecurities, the ones you feel are just “you” and make you weird and bad. This time, you go and talk to someone – a therapist – who helps you make sense of it all.
You discover you’re not alone, that other people think a bit like you – that you have something called OCD, Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. It’s hard to believe, I know, you not being house proud and all, but that isn’t always the case. Anyway REALLY, you do have OCD, and that’s largely why you are the way you are.
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Trigger warning: Suicidal ideation
I sometimes wonder whether I should share my true feelings with people or not. I don’t want to make them feel uncomfortable or bad by sharing my true feelings that are not always positive. I sometimes deal with anger, shame, depression and such as it comes to me overwhelmingly which makes me feel helpless. I am learning to cope with it in a more controlled and positive way so that I will not feel helpless and unsafe any longer. I am no longer living with the abuser. I keep distance from my father for my mental wellness to keep me from any unwanted verbal and psychological abuse and anger from him. Nobody can harm me in any way. But there is a sense of fear and horror stored in my body system that often comes out and hits me. It’s 3:29 a.m. now and I will go to sleep. Slept all day because I was sick with runny nose, sneezing, headache and fever. I stayed in bed all day. I don’t feel terrible about being sick alone as I used to any longer. That’s progress. I emailed a couple of friends of mine in the U.S. that I was sick with a cold. They all emailed me back that they were hoping that I would get better. They are wonderful. I love them. . .
. . . My psychiatrist told me that I had power and potentials to smile big again no matter where I was. She told me to thin of a happy place that I could think of. I thought of the park by Fort Mason in San Francisco where I went almost every day when I lived there. Interestingly, physical symptoms of anxiety and fear after she asked me to talk about my rape experience were relieved. She told me about the power of my mind over my body. Psychological distress causes physical pain. That’s how I could put somatization disorder, simply.
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