While at my old doctor’s office a while back, I was asked to describe my flashbacks. It’s hard for me to talk about, and her judgmental attitude just made it harder. The thing is, I don’t have Hollywood’s idea of flashbacks. My flashbacks aren’t guts-n-glory. I don’t have flashbacks of dragging a friend from the
To whom it may concern: You may be used to some “publications” occasionally being graced with letters from the “Editor.” This will not be so polite. I am the Jailor. I am the voice in Rory’s head that keeps him up at night, and the only reason he can sleep. I am the obsession, he
Sometimes I try to explain what it means to have PTSD. This is rare. It is very difficult to talk about, but I’ve had a stroke of insight into myself, and thought I’d share. Think about your dreams. Sometimes we dream about the people we love doing something terrible. Someone once woke up and immediately
Need help? In the U.S., call 1-800-273-8255 National Suicide Prevention Lifeline One of the questions I get the most often is; “What does it feel like to be suicidal?” I think people are trying to understand why I would want to kill myself, not once, but twice in my life. I’ve never had a good
So, we all know mental illness sucks. It sucks big time. But what do you do when you aren’t sure if you have mental illness? It’s a simple answer, with not so simple results. See a mental health professional. One with gobs of experience, preferably. This isn’t a scam to get you to spend money.
So, I sit here shaking and on the brink of tears. I can’t tell you why I’m so afraid. I can’t tell you what will happen in ten minutes. I can’t tell anyone what this feels like. Not really, because there’s no way for me to know. From a scientific position, this is a really
With all the vivid dreaming I am privy to, I get to see whole chapters of my life laid out in a whole new light. Sometimes this is good, but sometimes it’s bad as well. Mostly, I remember things long since forgotten, and I can’t forget these things again. Don’t get me wrong, I love
I’m sure you’ve all heard by now that I’m home, and safe. But I don’t think anyone knows exactly why I went to the hospital. I’m going to be very frank here. If you don’t want to hear some serious talk about a deep place I was in, stop reading now. Still with me? You