“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 other day, I was scrolling through my Twitter feed and I saw a tweet that got me thinking more about my depression than I ever had before. It said, in essence, that depression isn’t being perpetually sad. It’s being continually numb. That definitely hit me hard, as I’d never sat back and evaluated exactly how I felt or how it might be affecting the relationships in my life. I know that I’d never really had a long-term romantic interest, but I never thought to connect that to my mental health.
Jorge experimented with weed when he was fourteen and woke up the next day with constant anxiety and a feeling of being disconnected from his body. He was told his symptoms would get worse and he would need to be medicated for life. He found another way to gain relief.
Raped in her freshman year of college, Laurie couldn’t find anyone to help her get justice. Her mental health spiralled downward. After 4 years of crying for help, it took 1 person to notice for her to begin to fight her way out.
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.