I’m a big-time avoider. If I can get out of doing something or going somewhere I don’t want to do or go to, I just don’t. However, I don’t do so well when I avoid things. My mind swiftly slides into a state of depression, and it becomes really hard to do anything at all.… Read More Avoidance
As of yesterday, I am officially done with the partial hospitalization program/intensive outpatient program (PHP/IOP) I went to for approximately 7 weeks. Though I completed all of the paperwork, I wasn’t actually discharged — I discharged myself. I made the decision to discontinue going to Group about a week ago, though I’d been wanting to… Read More Done with PHP/IOP
My husband was out of town Wednesday through Friday. Staying home alone is a huge undertaking for me, something that my therapist helped me prepare for by helping me dispel any unfounded fears I had. Also, I don’t cook, so we had cold salads (pasta, potato, fruit) in the fridge for me to eat, and… Read More Home Alone
Today I took the day off from going to PHP #4. I’m absolutely tired of and overwhelmed by it. The program is skills-based, which means the therapists teach us skills aimed at like, improving our outlook and tamping down anxiety. I’ve already used a few of the skills, myself. But the knowledge doesn’t come easy.… Read More A Day Off From PHP
via 💚💚💚 May 2018: Mental Health Awareness Month Share Because You Care Be A Mentor💚💚💚 Beckie of Beckie’s Mental Mess has put a call out for us to gather our links in the comments and reblog the original post in order to create and/or expand WP’s mental health community, where we can mentor each other regarding… Read More Become a Mental Health Mentor!
When I was figuring out what to write about today, this paragraph from my previous post popped up. “Relatives might ask where I am. Others might think I’m disrespectful for not being there. If I was there, I can only imagine the deluge of questions. Why’s your hair that color? Do you think you’re still… Read More Self-Stigmatization
NOTE: This is a retrospective post. I woke up in the psych ER at ECT Hospital. It was about 5:00 AM, and no one had talked to us, as promised. My husband was slumped in a chair, asleep. It didn’t look comfortable at all — I had a bed. I woke him up and insisted… Read More The Ride