Dear Lovelies, It's time for some tough love and hard truth pills. Here's the reality of the situation: Your support system isn't your therapist; your therapist isn't Superman. *** We all know recovery isn't linear and there are ups and downs, twists and turns, and even resting places on this journey. There will be days... Continue Reading →
The Danger of Spiritualizing Mental Illness
It's 2018 and I'm already dealing with misinformed people who refuse be open-minded, or acknowledge the error of their ways and wish to place judgement on others because of preconceived notions and prejudices. An old friend of mine and I got into a fight/disagreement last night because of some of my blog posts, or namely, the... Continue Reading →
What No One Tells You after a Suicide Attempt (Part 2)
*If you're interested in reading Part 1, click here* When you're filling out paperwork, after being hospitalized, and the personnel asks you if wanted to die, if you really meant to jump, do not tell her the truth; they'll only use it against you to keep you locked up longer. When you tell the unfeeling... Continue Reading →
Panic Attack Hangover: The Aftermath
When most people think of panic attacks, a certain image comes to mind. Maybe it's one of someone sitting on the floor in a far corner, or on a chair bent over, hands over their ears, or on their head, hyperventilating and struggling to breathe normally. For some, that's the case. But nobody ever talks about... Continue Reading →
Being in a State of Unicorn
Yesterday, J. suggested, in the middle of a conversation, that I write down every emotion I was afraid to face and name while going through this process, this balancing act, of belief. The first thing I wrote down was "confused". That one came too easily, followed by more expected feelings like "emptiness" and "loneliness." The... Continue Reading →
Musings of a Wanderer 