Recovery is a state of mind which is as convoluted as the philosophical question “how long is a piece of string?” By definition it should be simple, recovery is a return to a normal state of health, mind, or strength nevertheless this is not as straightforward in reality, recovery is dependent on many factors which […]
via As A Victim I Survived – By Charlotte Farhan — On The Verge
Would it be too much to ask that candidates running for the office of president of the United States first undergo a mental health screening? I won’t mention their supporters.
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Lewis Thomas, in his 1984 work Late Night Listening to Mahler’s Ninth Symphony, writes that it is our nature as human beings to clutter, and we hanker for places set aside, reserved for storage. We tend to accumulate and outgrow posessions at the same time, and it is an endlessly discomforting mental task to keep sorting out the ones to get rid of. We might, we think, remember them later and find a use for them, and if they are gone for good, off to the dump, this is a source of nervousness. I think it may be one of the reasons we drum our fingers so much these days.
( Wikipedia tells us that Lewis Thomas (November 25, 1913 – December 3, 1993) was an American physician, poet, etymologist, essayist, administrator, educator, policy advisor, and researcher.)
Excellent reminder to us all. (Posted on Nan Mykel’s “Life Issues” Page.) By
Today We Are Free
My friends. My brothers. My sisters. Today is the day we all come together in remembrance of a mental disorder that we all have stumbled upon. Today is an awareness to people who have yet to understand who we really are.
But who are we?
Are we a menace to society?
Or are we an aid to society?
That’s the question I sometimes ask myself. And the hardest philosophical question a bipolar person may ask themselves is: What is the meaning of life?
And the more we ask ourselves that question the more meaningless life becomes. That’s why some of our brothers have killed themselves by overdosing on pills. That’s why some of our sisters have killed themselves by hanging themselves inside their bedrooms. And I can’t blame them or call them selfish for killing themselves because these are the soldiers who were killed in the war. These are…
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Everyone’s gender is different, and that’s great. But what do you transition to, when everybody is following a different path? For Indi, the lack of examples has meant becoming vis own inspiration to follow.
The non-binary community does a great job of being inclusive and supportive for all comers. Questioning folks are told there’s no wrong way to express their gender, everyone’s gender is different, everyone’s path is different. This is all true, and this is all valuable, but it can also be pretty overwhelming. In my own years-long gender journey, I’ve looked and looked, trying to find some clear, well-trodden path to follow, and all I see are a bunch of people going off in their own directions. And none of them look like me.
One thing that’s been clear to me as I’ve tried to work out my identity (gender and otherwise) is the value of examples…
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The Witch’s Lament by Anonymous
Being a witch is not as much fun as you might think. Oh, there’s the glory of saying what you think, no matter the consequences, and the snickers when a car splashes mud all over you. But have you ever had the experience of a grandchild referring to the other grandmother as “the nice one?” None of my grandchildren call me Grandma, and I just realized it is because there’s only one “Grandma” in a child’s life, and I have been usurped on both sides.
Whether you’re a witch or not, when you age, conversation becomes impaired, and in the foggy, scrambled mess someone is sure to take offense. Take me, for instance. I got involved in writing a book and neglected my nurturing family duties, and sure enough that old specter sibling rivalry raised its head and the old witch got dumped! Barred from the hearth and heart of one child and two grandchildren, who may never know why the witch went poof up the chimney without saying goodbye. I got disowned. So let that be a lesson to all ye who relinquish the angel role in favor of the witch. Why would anyone want to do that, anyway? Just a contrarian who took her blessings for granted.
Anonymous
(Amber/Liz’s identity was significantly altered earlier in the novel, and now she finds herself doing marital therapy with her parents, one of whom had molested her as a child).
Both have been beaten down by the years. Now that Carolyn is accompanied by her husband George, she resembles a little bird, almost leaning against him. He is wearing a suit, and is clean-shaven. His half-moon of gray hair offsets the reddened complexion and broken facial capillaries of the habitual drinker.
Liz/Amber flashes back to herself at twelve years old and sees his suddenly glittering eyes and hears his panting as he reaches out a trembling hand and touches her. In her flashback she does not move, frozen, horrified and stimulated. She had gotten use to a drunk daddy, but this man was sudenly a stranger. She remains rooted to the spot beside him on the bed where they have been listening to the radio. It is Saturday morning, and Mother is working at the laundry, Amber’s little sister is dead, and Mother is gone, and her Daddy is gone, leaving nastiness in his place. And she has lost herself, too. She isn’t herself any more, nor is he.
(Available on Amazon under Nan Mykel, Shattered Boundaries).
Glad we found each other.
It is hard to find people in this world who will try to understand just what PTSD is, let alone how it impacts your life. Even people who love you are apt to know more about the president’s dog than PTSD. Even if they read up on it, they may not understand it in an empathetic way since it is not something they experience. There are days that I feel more understood by the cat than a dear friend. (Of course, this is anthropomorphism — but heh, whatever gets me through the day… 😉 ) But, here at WordPress, I can find others who walk my path — who “get it” — because they are walking it too. It may not be PTSD, but instead depression, anxiety, OCD, DID, bi-polar disorder, or any number of mental and emotional health challenges. But, we can understand each other because we have…
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