rachel west
Bio
25 years old. Full-time wife/mom. Full-time employee. Full-time student. Yes, I consider that working 3 jobs. Yes, I stay busy. over 3 years clean and sober. Mental health advocate.
Stories (5/0)
Life with Co-Occurring Disorders
As a child, I never seemed to feel as if I fit in. I always seemed to be the odd man out. I remembered being incredibly sad and depressed even as a pre-teen. When a “friend” (let’s use that term loosely) decided she hated me and that everyone should too, I started planning my suicide. I was only 11. My mother knew I was always lashing out, always crying, or always anxious, but we all thought it was a phase. Looking back, I could see why. I don’t hate my parents for thinking that.
By rachel west3 years ago in Psyche
10 Things About Being A Boy Mom
Being a boy mom sometimes has me questioning my sanity. Like today, my almost three-year-old stuck his head in the toilet to “wash his hair”. Thank God the water was clean, but why?!?! If that was the only thing he had done today, I would have called today a success. Trust me when I say, he can come up with some clever ideas to make his mom lose her mind. As I’m sitting here typing right now, I cannot begin to tell you how many times he has already tried to flip on me or asked for his “pippy” (sippy cup) and I just began typing. I always heard I would pay for my raising, but I never realized I would this quick.
By rachel west3 years ago in Families
Stop Romanticizing Mental Health and Start Helping People with Real Mental Illnesses
Everyday that I get on Facebook, I see a new post from some person saying something like, “Oh, I’m so ADHD because I’m so random, or “I’m so bipolar because of such and such”. There are other posts about things related to other mental illnesses, but these two seem to be the most common. When did it become popular to want to have a mental illness? I, for one, never once signed up for this.
By rachel west3 years ago in Psyche
You Saved Me, Son
There could be no possible way. I literally almost died from a fentanyl and cocaine overdose a week prior, where they had to give me Narcan at least three times that I can remember. The nurses had asked me at the hospital if I could be pregnant, and I laughed it off. How could I possibly be pregnant? With my life? What a joke? They did not test me that day, which they probably should have.
By rachel west3 years ago in Families
