Category: hospitalization
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I Will Not Hide Anymore: A Letter To The Non-Believer
To The Non-Believer, If I passed you on the street, would you be able to identify that I am not ‘normal’? Would you cringe and slither away from me? Would you see me as different, weak, an attention seeker? For years, I stayed hidden because of people like you. Taught…
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What Happens When A Dream Turns Into A Triggering Nightmare
Suddenly, I was back there. That place, both a saving grace and a hell. I was walking down the hall. Bare concrete block walls. Gray, solemn, just like the people that dwelled inside. Doorways on both sides leading to rooms with aging office waiting room furniture that was once comfortable…
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When False Information On A Meme Makes You Angry…
But we live in a society that believes Mental Illness is not on the same level as a Physical Illness.
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When I Learned To Accept My Depression Diagnosis
I am not a woman who hides her age. I will admit it, I am 37. I don’t look it and that is probably why I will fully cop to my actual age. I have a young (very young) face and I am short (incredibly short). Throw these two traits…
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What My Daughter Knows
My daughter knows I hated her just two weeks after she was born. Pure hatred, where using the actual word ‘hate’ is valid and not taboo. She knows I wanted to leave her and never ever see her again. She knows I wanted to turn back time and never have…
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Mommy’s Sick… Does Anyone Care?!
A few days ago I stayed home sick. No, I didn’t actually have a fever, but my nose was constantly draining as if someone forgot to turn the shower off and my body was achy everywhere. I was involuntarily stretching because of these aches and knew that I would accomplish…
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November 16th… How Far I’ve Come
It’s been a decade, 10 years, and still on this date every year I think about it, the day I admitted myself into the hospital for severe Postpartum Depression and Anxiety. Every year I would cry. The last few years, I got angry. None of the years did I listen…
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When Specific Dates Are Excessively Triggering
I’ve been a Depression sufferer for most of my life. Because of this, I tend to live in the past. At the moment I am coming up on certain months in my life that cause me guilt, anxiety, regret, and deep sadness… October 26th (2014): The day Tyler moved into…
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How Being Hospitalized Saved Me
I grew up with the stigma that you never wanted to be known as crazy. Keep it quiet. Don’t ever speak about it. It can affect your grades, your career, your relationships. Hush-hush, on the down low. I obeyed these commands for fear that because I was a diagnosed depressed…
S. Paige Writes: 