Reducing the stigma around mental health
I’ve been so busy being well, I’ve forgotten how I got there. I’ve been falling down a dark hole, losing balance. It’s time to reassess and adjust my life.
I’m a strong independent woman, not that one under a duvet! But when anxiety strikes, I can be hard work. I need patience and reassurance.
I was driving at about 125 mph. No intention of ever reaching home. Rational thought had left me. I could turn the wheel hard and tip the car over.
I need to know what my purpose in life is. I need to feel like I’m making a difference to someone, somewhere. Even if it’s only one person.
Once again I’ve slipped. Depression and anxiety really are a relentless pair of bastards. But once again, I’m getting back up.
I booked a doctor’s appointment for today – I would like help and treatment TODAY. How suicidal do I have to be before I’m taken seriously?
I write for myself, to fight the stigma, and for the suffering people out there who haven’t quite found their voice yet. This is for YOU
Really? I drove off a cliff and fell 400 feet down the hill? Why? I was Getting Out of this world and I didn’t want anyone to try to stop me.
Finally free of abuse and toxic relationships, I’m healed, my scars fading. Hypervigilant, absent-minded, I need patience from my inner circle.
My advice comes from my own experience of having a brother with antisocial personality disorder. He abused me, shot me and tried to stab me.
From April 2015 to April 2016 there were just over 40 workplace accident fatalities. But over 400 deaths by suicide of construction workers.
Dear mom, how can I help you understand my mind, if I do not understand it myself? I need help. I am struggling to fight all these nightmares all on my own.