family
Family can be our support system. Or they can be part of the problem. All about the complicated, loving, and difficult relationship with us and the ones who love us.
Happiness
There comes a point where you just don’t care anymore. Care about what everyone says about you. Care what everyone thinks about you. Society gives us a whole list of things that we “have to do.” Just simple things that I, as a person, must do to comply with everyone else and be deemed socially accepted. When I was growing up, my mom was a major influence on me. I wasn’t a very confident or socially outgoing child. I kept to myself. I didn’t have many friends. I didn’t really have the urge or want to do what everyone told me I had to do in life. But why? Why can’t we all make our own way in life without having to give in to what everyone expects us to do and behave. More importantly, why can’t we all make our own decisions in life without being attacked or marginalized for doing what makes ourselves comfortable.
James RollerPublished 6 years ago in PsycheTroublemakers
North Carolina was better... But not by much, not at first. A friend of mine from high school had a place she wanted to rent out, and we were desperate to get out of Colorado, so we took the plunge. Just the three of us; Me, Garret, and his sister. We left a large 5 bedroom house with a yard, 2 cats, and a roommate I had also known since high school (she couldn't bear to part with the cats) for a 2 bedroom condo that would have fit neatly into the kitchen/dining room/front hall of the house. The flight wasn't bad, although we managed to lose the dog somewhere in the cargo area (he was found an hour later, perfectly happy and being spoiled for being so good natured).
Deanne HortonPublished 6 years ago in PsycheShe Found Out I Wasn't Okay
The first time she found out I was hurting myself was on New Years Day. You can't see me but I just snorted. My family has a knack for never ending or starting the year right. I was maybe 13, and started at the age of 12 (or 11, I'm never sure anymore), so it had been a while when she first found out. Thirteen year-old me thought it was a great idea to take pictures of the cuts I cast upon myself, which was stupid. I was stupid. Maybe I didn't put a passcode on my iPod, or maybe I did and gave her the password, but she scrolled through the various pictures in my camera roll and saw. I didn't know she saw until she walked through our bedroom door with tears streaming down her face, and her smile replaced with anger.
Things Every Parent Should Know about Mental Health
Being a parent used to be simple: you gave your child a shiny apple if they were good, and a trashing if they were bad, and everyone was blissfully unaware of the trauma we were causing.
Chris WorfolkPublished 6 years ago in PsycheYou're Making It Up
At two months of age, Garret wouldn’t sleep unless I was holding him. At all. No naps. No crying himself to sleep from exhaustion. It didn’t matter if anyone else was holding him. He just would not sleep. I knew there was something not right in that. Wanting to be held is normal. Not sleeping unless a specific person is doing the holding is not.
Deanne HortonPublished 6 years ago in PsycheGrowing Up With A Mom with BPD 1: The Four Types
For starters, everyone's experience with a loved one with BPD (Borderline Personality Disorder) is different, just like with anything else. These are personal stories from the author (Torrey B.) with a Mom who has explicitly shown signs and symptoms of BPD.
Suppressed by Psychosis...
The day was dark, a storm had been forecast, and the rain had begun to lash against the double-pane glassed doors... I had no intention of venturing out for the entire weekend. I had lit the fire hours before and it gave the room a beautiful, warm glow. The candle was almost out but I was still surrounded by the aroma of Sage and Salt. It gave me a sense of protection. I sat pensive and deep in thought. Who could I email next? I had been searching for hours in an attempt to find someone, anyone, to help us.
Three Tips to Help with Depression
You're going to have good and bad days, but you have to remember nothing happens overnight. Tip 1: Be Proactive Learn what triggers you to feel depressed, and try to avoid them. Life is hard, and you can't avoid everything that brings you down, but some things you can. On the flip side, learn what helps to get you out of the fog of depression. The next time you feel depressed, when you finally snap out of it, try to remember what helped you.
Ellis stonePublished 7 years ago in PsycheFamily Is Very Important
I’ve spent almost three years suffering from severe symptoms of something that has yet to be diagnosed. The symptoms started the summer before I started college. When I went to my doctor, he told me that I should go on a gluten free dairy free diet and take five different supplements for energy and digestion. With that, I went to college. I was 19, six hours from home, and without a license. From the start, I was already isolated from my classmates. I was shyer than all of my roommates, and I had difficulty finding food to eat on campus or anywhere nearby. As the semester continued, I become more isolated. I was usually alone, whether it was in my dorm, in the classrooms, or in the cafeteria.
Sarah GomboldPublished 7 years ago in PsycheSuicide
In August, my uncle killed himself. He left his home at 8 o'clock in the morning, walked out the the woods where him and his brothers used to go fishing, and hanged himself.
Casey RosePublished 7 years ago in Psyche- Top Story - September 2017
Mental Illness: A Carer's Perspective
Being affected by mental illness, but not experiencing it. Everyone has mental health, and much like physical health, all of us experience difficulty at some point in our lives. I have experienced periods of instability here and there throughout my teenage years, but my experience of mental illness has largely been as someone caring for family members — and this is an experience that is often overlooked.
Callum PennPublished 7 years ago in Psyche My Experience of Parenting with Mental Illness
Being a parent is a huge responsibility, but for someone with mental illness, it can be very difficult. I became a parent at just eighteen years old, it wasn't planned and I had no idea I was pregnant. I had never been taught about pregnancy, contraception or child birth, so as you can imagine, I was in shock.
Carol TownendPublished 7 years ago in Psyche