Today’s visit with Rory was… odd. He wasn’t himself. Not his normal self, not even his outgoing-social self. He was off. He had had a rough night, and a very difficult day. He was extremely anxious, and I’m not sure his new medication regimen is working fully. He did seem a bit manic, but hyper
TRIGGER ALERT: This whole post is likely a trigger. Don’t read it if you are sensitive to such things. I’m so tired that I’m shaky. That doesn’t help what I have to deal with. Last time, back in late January, we spent the afternoon at the hospital, and checked him in at evening time. The
Sometimes I don’t know why I feel the way I do. I just get happy, sad, excited, whatever. Other times, I screw up, and do something dumb. Like drink 8 cups of English teas. Eight. What on Earth was I thinking? Oya, I was thinking, “Gosh, this tea is excellent. I can’t believe Mormons don’t
There’s this thing. It’s called getting sick. I hate it. For whatever reason (allergies, bug going around) I have been sick for ages. I’m so over it. Allow me to wallow: FIT FIT FIT FIT FIT. There. I’m done. Hopefully I will be feeling better before my first trip to California (this year). I leave
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, I have the extreme pleasure of getting teeth pulled this morning. I know I haven’t posted much this last week, but I’m warning you now, that it may be a few days before I am able to post again. I plan on being knocked out until I can chew again. That being said:
Not up to snuff. Had to deal with several unpleasant situations, but having some good times, by force. I don’t know what’s up. Maybe I’m entering another phase of med side effects. Who knows. I just want you all to know I’m okay, and I’ll be around, even if I don’t post every day. ~Love~
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.
Recently a friend of mine asked me about depression. We talked about all the precursors, symptoms, and long term effects a person may have to deal with, when faced with depression. One particular comment caused concern for me. He told me I was the only expert on depression and mental illness that he knew. Here’s
A good part of what helps me understand Rory and where he is coming from is my own natural tendency to empathize, and I pay close attention to him because I love him so much. But another good part is due to my own experiences with mental illness. Though mild by comparison, everyone’s experience with
