“This was the first time I told my story for everyone to hear. My story wasn’t an in depth depiction of my situation but sharing some of my fears for all felt good. Also, seeing that many people share the same feelings as I do was comforting that I am not alone. I always knew I wasn’t alone, however the stories on this blog site is like group therapy. Being that I do not always do well in groups, this site is a refreshing alternative. Having accepted my mental illness, I carry on the best I can. I will continue visiting this site to gain further insight from real life experiences by Trish and her Guest Bloggers.” ~ JL
The cause of Mark’s death, according to the autopsy, was toxicity from the medications he was taking, which were prescribed by his psychiatrist.
Growing up with a mother with bipolar, Eric shares what it was like to live in fear of setting her off and being part of a tight-knit neighbourhood where their perceptions of his mother and his home life caused him hurt.
Jeanné, diagnosed with Bipolar I, supported herself until she had a nervous breakdown. Now homeless and ill, she couldn’t get agency support because in the past she was high-functioning. Who would help her?
Our guest shares how she struggled with fearful and paranoid thoughts after her dad died and how it impacted her work, relationships and life for years. Once diagnosed with anxiety, her healing began.
Have you ever wanted to punch a doctor in the throat?
“Everything came back normal,” the doctor always said, “You’re fine.”
“Well, Doc. I didn’t come in because I feel fine,” I always thought.
Twenty-two years of that and I had honestly given up on health care. I hated doctors.
Twenty-two years of visits to specialists. Blood tests, urine samples, sleep tests, finger pricks, poking and prodding; always just to come back and tell me that I’m fine.