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Why Bipolar Disorder Stigma Exists
Bipolar confusion, recently known as hyper despondency, is an emotional well-being issue described by outrageous changes in temperament or energy levels. The exemplary indications are substituting episodes of madness (raised temperament), trailed by times of serious sadness.
By Sweety Roy5 years ago in Families
BEATING DOWN COVID
WE NEEDED SOMETHING DESPERATELY. Something to tide over a summer following home schooling before video classrooms. The "PANDEMIC lock down" didn't leave much choice for what to do. A painted rock found along the walkway in our favorite city park and another two at the city library spawned our solution. The rocks had been placed by Springfield Rocks with reference back to location and date painted shown by a strip of paper applied to the back. Rock painting, with or without the direct membership of the city rock painter club would be our resolve. Acrylic paints and sealers with a collection of various tipped art brushes sat over blotter paper and several rinse bowls for brush clean up can while away hours for anyone patient enough to create art on a rock. Of course there are suggested ends for the art created. It gets shared to the general public. It is to be hidden in a public place to be found, photographed and notated of location on social media, then hidden for the next person. The rocks travel sometimes over seas as a traveler finds, displays and restarts the stone on its way from a grocery store isle, shopping mall bench, library shelf or a walkway in the park. Many communities have online meet ups to display new artwork and progress made on a series of paintings and those found.
By CarmenJimersonCross5 years ago in Families
Happy Birthday Mom
Celebration... Today is supposed to be a good day, a day where I call my mother and say Happy Birthday and sing a silly song. A day where my mother opens a gift and multiple cards because one just couldn’t explain to her how much love and appreciation I have for her. A card that ends as I always wrote, “I love you forever I like you for always as long as I’m living my mommy you’ll be.”
By Tiffany Allen5 years ago in Families
A Little Kindness… and Equity
She was truly one of the loveliest human beings I’ve ever met. A crown full of tight black curls, soft brown eyes, and skin the color of crème caramel. She was young and vibrant, knowledgeable and intellectual, insightful, warm and kind. A professional woman. Very poised and “well put together”. She had a nice job and insurance, which does not matter to me but matters to some; I point this out only to indicate that she should have treatment options, but she feels she doesn’t. She was relegated to go somewhere she felt she would receive sub-standard care from someone who really cared nothing about her and treated her with contempt. She had purchased, as many Americans, a more “catastrophic” insurance plan. The premiums were not cheap but not the most expensive either. So, to break it down, she had a plan that literally covered nothing for a young heathy person. It was a great plan if she contracted something like meningitis, a serious injury, or something even more horrendous like a critical case of Covid that put her on a ventilator and cost a million dollars to treat. But it did not cover basic healthcare, medications or sick visits. She had an $8000 deductible. So, she was relegated to pursuing healthcare at the local health department, which should meet if not exceed the standard of care, but unfortunately did not. She felt like she was treated with less dignity than cattle. Most people feel they are treated with indignity in these settings. They are marginalized. They are made to feel, according to her, “dirty“ and “poor”. Even though she had insurance. She said that at the urgent care, we treated her with dignity and respect. Her insurance did not cover our visit. She had to pay “out of pocket”, ie, cash. And she felt like she was treated with respect, like everyone else. Shouldn’t everyone be treated with respect? Like family? Her report hurt my heart. And it grieved me that she was not the only one that felt this way. Many people come to our clinic and pay cash to be treated more respectfully. This should not be. Really, it shouldn’t matter your gender, race, ethnicity, orientation or any other blessed thing. Everyone should be treated like family. Everyone should be treated how they would want to be treated. But, sadly, this is often not the case.
By Christina Mehriary5 years ago in Families
"Burned"
Have you ever felt that that you have lost a love, of a family member to someone else, you just couldn't put your finger on? I mean were supposed to except those into lives or family despite how are feelings are, right? I had a son, and the reason I Say had, is because I choose not to talk to him anymore...We were good as Mother and Son at one point until he met this major Narcissist. WOW! all I can say is WOW! I have never in my life felt so degraded and down and out. I don't even know who my son is anymore. People say leave it alone and don't interfere, but they don't understand the circumstances of what is involved unless they are living it. I have helped my son on many occasions when he has asked, but as soon as I can't... that's when his girlfriend steps in and calls me every name in the book! You would think, being my son, that he would defend me, or so I would have thought. NO! he did not, he laughed right along with her, I was not expecting this. This was not the son I knew. Don't get me wrong, I Love my son with all my heart but at the moment, yes, my heart is "BROKEN". I did not bring my son up this way, my children are respectful adults but for some reason a child can make you think you aren't or weren't a good enough figure in their eyes. This is exactly how I feel, I don't know who my son is anymore and all I do is cry because I keep going over things in my head to see where it went wrong between him and I but keep coming up with nothing. All I hear is her echoing of laughter and thinking that is all a game. It is as if his feelings for his mother went right out the window. I have three other adult children who tell me to just leave him alone because it's a pattern with them wanting me to help and the minute i can't all hell breaks loose, so I took it upon myself to not talk to him anymore...I ended our conversation on the phone with me telling him....I can't do this anymore, I don't know who you are, as I hung up the phone with tears in my eyes and quietly telling him , "I Love You."
By Maria Dilmore5 years ago in Families
Unexpected Hero
I am 44 years old, and I have changed a lot since I was a kid, but the biggest changes I have made were a couple of years back. You are an incredibly special person in my life, and you have made that possible. I don’t mean physical changes; I’m talking about eye opening changes. I have known you since you were born and I don’t know if you know this but, I’ll never forget that day, I went crazy when I heard my niece was born. I started drinking and celebrating without even seeing you. I used to live close to you and I saw you as soon as you got home from the hospital. You were so cute, everyone loved you and you made everyone laugh.
By Angel Delgado5 years ago in Families
THE UNEXPECTED BLIZZARD
Two years have been since a blizzard hit New York City: the last one we remember was the one in 2016. We got used to warmer weather, not expecting the next one. Science confirms global warming with glacials melting slowly and reality is not different from facts. We had harsh past winters and freezing temperature below 1 degree." These are the frigid winters of Iceland, Greenland, and Alaska. " I kept telling myself.
By Andrew Crisci5 years ago in Families
Voices That Echo
Where is Mother Theresa when you need her? Who is the next Martin Luther King, Jr., and when are they coming? If I set the table, will the next martyr, please show up? I'm afraid we are heading towards World War 3; wars begin at least a generation before a series of catastrophic events occur in succession, only to be viewed as causes, in hindsight. Let's all take a minute to breathe.
By Whitney Carman5 years ago in Families
