Category: mental health
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Are You A Mom?
If you’re reading this, you probably answered yes to the above question. I mean who out there reads blogs more than us mothers? Am I right? This came up in a hilarious book I just read titled Nobody F#&@ing Told Me: “Mess”ays from Motherhood by Sammie Prescott. Sammie is a…
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4 Years Ago… A New Blog
4 years ago, I started a blog. I needed a way to express what I was feeling after losing my foster son back to the Department of Children & Families (DCF). It was a horrible time in my life. I have never felt so low, so pointless.
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Weight Is Just A Number
“I’ve gained weight.” A statement that is uttered internally by almost every woman at some point in their lives and most likely more than once. ‘Weight’… we are so focused on that one word which essentially, as my geeky husband who studied physics and astronomy in college would say, is…
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You Don’t Have PTSD, You’re Not In The Military: Redefining Our View Of PTSD
My husband told me a story the other day from work. He forewarned me that I may be a little upset by it. Uh-oh. I was a bit worried but once he mentioned the words “Mental Illness” I instantly knew why I would be angered. “Who said something stupid now?”…
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Thank You!
Call it part of a Depressive’s “12-Step” Program, but I feel the need to say thank you to the people in my life that have contributed to my better health and wellness. Considering the decades that I’ve struggled, this list can become rather lengthy but I will narrow it down…
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Living With Someone Who Is Mentally Ill: Interview with My Daughter
My daughter has seen it all. From her oceanic blue eyes in her cherub baby face to now, almost 12 years later. She is a remarkable child who has not only witnessed her mother’s hysterics (& panic attacks, drastic weight loss and days of not getting out of bed) but…
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Living With Someone Who Is Mentally Ill: Interview with My Husband
I was approached by a friend of mine who offered up the suggestion on doing an interview series with family members on what their thoughts and feelings were concerning my Mental Illnesses. I have to admit, I had been toying with this idea for a long time and at this…
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When All You Can Do Is Blame Yourself For Your Daughter’s Diagnosis
I tried to hold my tears back as I stared into my daughter’s oceanic blue eyes. I could feel them welling up, feel the moisture increasing. Not here, not now, not in public, Stephanie. But, to be cliché, the dam was about to break. A tear or two escaped. My…
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