🔃 Reblog: The Less Contact I Have With People The Better Off I Am…. Bipolar and Sensitivity

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Sometimes it seems that no matter what I do or say it’s the wrong thing. I mean well, but I feel at times that I am judged unfairly. And feeling that I am just better off being alone
most of the time. I like some people but even the ones I love fall short when I need them. I talk too loud, I laugh too loud, I say more than I should but none of this is on purpose. I am who I am and I can’t change
that. Either accept me and quit criticizing me or just let me be to myself. I thought I had good relationships with my family but I think I am overstating that with a few of them. I can live with myself and I can take care
of myself. Asking for favors is no longer an option with one of my family members…

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🔃 Reblog: Dear You, Who Might Also Be Depressed

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Some blog posts are planned far in advance while others spill from my mind and into my keyboard immediately for you to see. This one is spilling. This one is for the people who feel stuck. This one is for the people who understand depression.

Dear You,

Depression is real. Your pain is real. It is all valid. Please, listen to me: those nagging thoughts of worthlessness, don’t let them too far in. Your pain is valid, but those nagging thoughts aren’t true.

I know this all too well. I understand your pain. The self-doubt creeps in. The worthlessness creeps in. It can feel like the most real thing in the world. It can feel like the only real thing in the world.

All the pain can make us forget that hope is real. We forget. We get covered in all the bad. Sometimes the bad can smother us. It…

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Psych history (September 2014 to present)

April 2019 ⬇️ (mild depression/mixed episodes) Lamictal 150 MG (twice daily) Trileptal 300 MG (twice daily) Effexor 150 MG Klonopin .50 MG (twice daily, PRN) Remeron 7.5 MG March 2019 ⬇️ (no/mild depression) Lamictal 150 MG (twice daily) Effexor 150 MG Klonopin .50 MG (twice daily, PRN) Remeron 7.5 MG February 2019 ⬇️ (mild depression) … Continue reading Psych history (September 2014 to present)

🔃 Reblog: Too… Sensitive.

Sensitivity is a gift. You’re not “too” sensitive. You are just enough sensitive.

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Image by Bibarys Ibatolla @ Unsplash

Something that I feel has come up a lot over the last week or so, is this notion of being ‘too’ something. It was something that was mentioned in my writing on Tuesday and, unsurprisingly, something we discussed in therapy on Wednesday. Last weekend I found myself mentally compiling a list of everything I felt I was too

  • Too sensitive
  • Too emotional
  • Too caring
  • Too tired
  • Too disorganised
  • Too big
  • Too quiet
  • Too open minded

I also felt that I do things too much, things like…

  • Thinking
  • Procrastinating
  • Spending time mindlessly scrolling through Twitter or Instagram…

When you look at them in a list, when your logical brain
kicks in, it all seems rather ridiculous. How can any of us be too anything? We are who we are – I am a
sensitive, caring, disorganised and open-minded person who spends a lot…

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🔃 Reblog: Why I Wouldn’t Tell A Suicidal Person “Suicide Doesn’t End The Pain, It Passes It To Someone Else”

Wise words from Charlotte Underwood.

Charlotte Underwood

“Suicide doesn’t end the pain, it passes it to someone else”

It seems that this quote pops up all around the media and within the mental health community.

Last year, a photo with this exact saying went viral, and it plastered the mental health community.

And I’ll be honest in saying that part of me agrees; because I lived through it.

When I was 18, my father passed away due to a successful suicide attempt.

I know that it was his last choice. He did all he could to live but it didn’t work, he was never the type to give up without a fight.

I’ll never be mad at his choice because, in truth, I completely understand it.

I battled suicidal thoughts throughout my teen years and even today, they can still try to creep up on me.

But while my father’s pain did end, I found a…

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