Right now in the US, we are in the middle of Mental Illness Awareness Week, which spans from October 1 through October 7. For those who don’t know what this is or what it means, the Mental Illness Awareness Week is put on every year to help fight the stigma associated with mental illnesses. I know this without having to look it up because all too often, people judge and ridicule that which they don’t understand, Continue reading “Mental health awareness”
I decided to sell my wedding dress.
This might not seem like a big deal to most people. The thing is, I was in love with Continue reading “Saying goodbye to a dream”
Two little words.
So simple, it seems. And yet, so loaded with emotion. Often, the above phrase is accompanied with annoyance, surprise, or even disbelief. People utter those two words together to anyone they think has no reason to panic. Continue reading “Word to the wise”
I have been thinking about people and humanity lately. About how much we listen or don’t listen to each other. About how much we focus on questions we want to ask and focus so little on the answers we receive or if the questions are even wanted at all. Continue reading “You might be hurting someone’s feelings every day (and not even realize it)”
Confession: I gave up on my mindfulness journal.
The journal was part of that mindfulness book I bought. It’s an exercise in which you take note every day of things you see, smell, taste, feel, and hear. I was so excited to try it and thought it would be such a great activity for me, a way to help me focus on the present. Continue reading “An exercise in distraction”
I have been working with my doctors and NP’s to figure out the correct medication and dosages in my battle with depression and anxiety.
A year after I started anti-depressants, I find I am still struggling with a lot of issues. I haven’t been all that happy with my psychiatrist since he Continue reading “More meds, more problems”
What if? What if?? What if???
This question has been nagging at me lately. My OCD brings it on, and my depression wallows in it. It’s an obsessive thought that runs rampant if I let it. Continue reading “The “what ifs” in life”