Gina Gibana Ramirez
My Disability Does Not Define My Capability. I have CFS and bipolar disorder therefore I write mostly mental illness stories for encouragement. Please show support to anyone with a mental illness. Leave me a Tip if you can. Thank You!!!
Dragons on My Mind
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Delores felt like this was all happening.in real-time. She would soon find out how her mental illness had taken a toll on her life. Not only was it happening in her life, but her mind had taken her to a deep, dark place. This place felt like hell, only it was a lie that she made up in her head. Anytime she told her story, people looked at her like she had completely lost it.
Being Your CODA
It started off rocky from the start. You could never hear the sounds of my cry. We would never get to speak to each other in an intimate way. You didn't hear my first words and at 3 years old, you were forced to be a single mom. Life was never easy, but you did it anyway.
The Story of ME...CFS
I have suffered many things, but none have been as awful as living a chronic disease. I have withstood many trials in life, but none would prepare me for this pain. I deal with pain every day because I am stuck in a dark place at home. Some might say that it is all in my head. Some might give me a hug and say it is okay. What I do know is that I am proud of ANYONE who has to deal with Myalgic encephalomyelitis/chronic fatigue syndrome (ME/CFS). This chronic illness has left me trapped in my own body feeling like I have to push or pull the dead weight.
My Best Friend and Sister
Sometimes being alone can really be the solution. In a world where my mind goes crazy, I just cannot stop thinking foolish fantasies. I was diagnosed almost a decade ago, and I still have trouble being cognitive to reality. My mind plays outlandish tricks on me and I feel like it’s me against the world. My mind makes me feel like everyone hates me. People are talking about me. When I was young, I thought it was my self-esteem, but no, this is what the doctors tell me is part of my mental illness. I am really messed up. It started when I found out my sister was hanging out with my best friend. That really crushed my soul because I thought that it was real-life bullshit, instead, it was fabricated in my mind. I wondered in my mind if they were plotting against me? Did I do something to hurt my best friend? Here goes my mental mind going over to ask, Was it true?
There once was a plumpy pear on the floor. It was cracked and it was flawed. It had many shades of green and yellow. I didn’t want to touch it, but then I started thinking, What if I was this pear? What if I was discriminated against because I wasn’t the cutest in the bunch. What if I looked different from all the rest? I guess I will be the one to take it home. I will make it into a shake or something different. I am not going to leave it there on the ground just because people think it cannot please me completely. Not every fruit is the same. Some are colorful. Others are more sour or sweet. I tend to believe there is a fruit for everyone. It is up to people to decide on that piece of fruit. We can make our own decisions.
Green Lights, Ufo's, and Strange Men
Some days I wake up with a happy smile, but most days I look around and wonder where my life has gone. Today I realized that it was a mistake to go out and waste my life on stinky lounges. Hanging around the same smelly bars. The haziness of what goes on in my life is the new normal. Sometimes I think everything will be okay, but then I find myself lost in these clubs again. Why can’t I stop? Why do I go around thinking these places will fill the empty void in my life. Today, things change! I need to stop this madness. Last night was a blur and it was the breaking straw on the camel’s back... or was it the breaking straw that I used to snort all that stuff last night. It is all a blur. I cannot remember a thing. The last thing that I saw was a green light and other flashing colors.
Being a Bull is hard, but being Matthew Beevoe McConhay was an absolute shit show. In this case, it was a bull shit show in love. This handsome, and friendly Longhorn lives in Texas. His dark brown color shines orange as they see him grazing on the pasture. The best part about Beevoe is how he goes to sports events to play catch with his owner. He has a southern accent and charming ways with the female cattle.
Marigolds and Stupid Apologies
You stomped on my heart like that torn-up marigold on the ground. The petals are laying around like the pieces of my broken heart. I still remember the day you brought those marigold flowers to me. You gave me a stupid, good-for-nothing apology. I let you back in thinking shit would be different, but here we are again. I should have known it would end like this. The way it started, we should have been finished a long time ago. Still, I needed to feel your presence and your touch just to be happy. I thought that holding on would make me feel better, but all it did was tear me up inside. Each time I let you back in, I only got stronger. Sure, I cried and my heart hurt deep into the core. Eventually, I got stronger each time. My eyes were no longer blinded by the affection of my lower extremities.
My anxiety level is at an all-time high! I wonder what it is? I wonder how it got here? I wonder where it came from? These are the questions that ponder my mind when I look at this suspicious package wrapped in brown paper. Somebody left it on my porch. I have no clue what to do with it. So many questions about how I should handle the situation. Who do I call? I am too confused.
A Slice of Motivation
My name is Sonia, and l feel alone in this world. I am tired of all the drama. There is too much going on. We have started to pass a pandemic. Mass shootings seem to be happening almost every day. There are movements happening in this world. I am tired, but I am stronger than I have ever been. I thought that I would never recover from my depression. Until this one day that I ate a delicious, perfect chocolate cake.
Make Good Decisions
There it was. I looked over and saw that old, red barn. As we drove into my grandparent's farm, I remembered it immediately. I don't remember much, but I definitely remember this old barn. Not because it was full of animals, but because it held special memories that I hold close to my heart. Some were about my dear grandfather, whom I had just lost. Some were just memories of how my friends and I would hang out in it, but the one that I will never forget is how I fell in love.