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*Trigger Warning* The Storm Does Not Last Forever
Last month, two of my best friends took their lives. The one that affected me the most was JP. He did it in ascension day and it got me thinking…. I saw a quote about us being angels who want to go home,,, well,, he finally went home. I accepted what happened by knowing he won’t be in pain anymore, and I hope that he is happy wherever he ends up.. accepting helps a lot, and is the first step to getting better. JP and Veronica got me to realize that I cannot give up, my battle is not over yet and I want to get better. I will keep trying every day to get better, and I will do it for them.They would have wanted me to keep trying to get better.
This quote/photo says it all for me. I am hurtful mostly to myself and the tangible things around me. There are times, unfortunately, that my heart aches because I have lashed out at my husband. The innocent victim. He does his very best to love me through these “spells, as my parents in their denial, used to call them. There is something very destructive inside of me now. After 40 years with mental illness, it’s only getting to be more of a challenge to act normal.
Escape Artist
A relentless force within
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There was a revelation
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An awakening
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Deep reflection
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Self empowerment
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Saw an opening
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Isolation sinks in
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FIlling the void
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Spiritually lifted
Permission to Pursue Happiness: How I Wrote my Way to Survival
My name is Lindsay Wheeler and I have struggled with mental illness for my entire life. I’ve found empowerment in being a thought leader, writing about my experience with depression, bipolar, and an eating disorder, and advocating for others with similar challenges. Besides the work I do personally, my decision to be transparent and write about my fight with depression inspired the founding of a mental illness project at my alma mater. I continue to write and share everyday for my followers and broadening community.
Suicide and mental illness are rampant, and issues few people address head on. I allowed mental illness to cripple me in silence for too many years. When I couldn’t take it anymore, I began to write about it publicly and in detail. Exposing the most fragile pieces of myself to a world that has historically rejected these sorts of expressions was an exhilarating feat in which stigma had its chance prevail. But stigma is weak at its core and I conquered it head on. Advocacy is my life now.
The world fears women who push the envelope; those who say “it’s okay to be vulnerable.” Weaving humor and light into moments of discomfort or anguish can help to transform those mired in the chains of history. Sarah Silverman didn’t make history by sitting in the back and keeping quiet. Mental illness isn’t defeat; it is a sometimes-treacherous path to self- realization. Beside me stand so very many others in the same heavy shoes, wondering how they got here. I write for each and every person who has called or written to tell me they found hope in the context of a dialog I started. It is they who have given me the courage to share my secrets, how I find light in dark places, and be free.
My writing is relatable to those who struggle with mental illness personally, as well as those who don’t. This is my gift, and I know I’d be wasting it if I didn’t shoot to spread it as much as possible. The response I’ve received for my writing has been tremendous and I’m in the process of writing a book. In the past, I simply wasn’t ready to live my life the way I do now, but today I am proud to stand as a resource for anybody who may need help.
Peace of Mind- My Journey With Bipolar 2 and a Mother With Bipolar 1
It’s been awhile…for reasons. Reasons that I wasn’t sure I would write about openly. Reasons that I knew would bring up concern and possibly judgement. Reasons that would make me more transparent, more exposed, more vulnerable. But those reasons clearly aren’t keeping me from writing this. Those reasons are just in my opinion, for me at least…excuses.
On April 7th, 2016 I was diagnosed. I have been battling this mental health journey for quite some time and on April 7th it all came to an end. I finally got what I had been looking for. I finally understood what was going on. I finally could embrace what made me who I am.
Emotions are fluid and are constantly changing. One minute you can be filled with joy and the next filled with sadness. One minute you could be laughing and the next you could be crying. My diagnosis made it easier for me to know how to move throughout my life comfortable with who I am, who those around me are, and who I will become.
Firstly, I want to start with some apologies. To my mom, I am sorry I never took the time to understand what you are dealing with. I am sorry I never stepped outside of myself to grasp the things that you can’t control. To my dear friend, who will remained unnamed, I am sorry that I took your distance as a sign of loss friendship. I am sorry that I didn’t take the time to research and gain knowledge on what you are dealing with.
This quote was on a journal my mother gave me when I was young. She had started to encourage me to write in journals to help with my overwhelming emotions. To this day, this quote reminds me that control is within my power and that the past is the past. There is little I can do about it now, but I can learn and grow from it.
I was diagnosed with depression,anxiety, and insomnia when I was 23. I am still going through therapy and am still have some difficult times here and there. While it is nothing compared to how it was, I know now that the most important thing to do when you have something wrong is to speak out. No one can read your mind. You have to, and its okay to be afraid.
This site, administrators, is easier to navigate than Safe or RU o.k.?
At least at night for a mini journal or meditation. Thanks for allowing a stream of conciousness “creek.“ Feel free to quote…I hope many feel comfortable to respond as you like. Life sure does need a pleasant "happy ending” in the chaos and uncertainty to can make a human feel adrift in a “chemical soup” haze. Not all the illegal drugs some concerned people seem to “see” us on that may be in erroneous judgement. Enough soapbox and homily. A penny for your thoughts!?
I am Kamara and I am a 14-year mental health survivor. I am an African America woman, 52 years old (53 on Nov 15th). There is a stigma in the Black community when it comes to mental health. I have had people say to me, “You just need to pray.“ My own quote is, "You cannot ‘pray’ depression. You better pray … AND find you a therapist. It literally saved my life.”
Give the tomorrows a chance.
Me; my own self-written inspirational quote and Motto.