Dealing with trauma, emotional pain and mental health problems is sometimes like that old wound that never fully heals. At this time of year it can be harder.
I’m saying all of this to say, two years ago I didn’t think I would still be here, but I am. I didn’t think I would have gotten out of that deep, dark hole, but I did. And I never believed that I could find the courage to face my uncertain future. But I have.
Every year 1 in 4 people are affected by mental health illnesses, but are afraid to talk about them for fear of repercussions. Mind and Rethink Mental Illness want to change this by encouraging people to spend at least five minutes a day having conversations about mental health. In their Time to Talk Campaign, the
Coming Soon *** I wrote this post and published it with no content but then I thought I should explain one thing. Some of you may be wondering what publishing my first novel has to do with fibromyalgia and depression and the whole she bang. Well, everything. 2097
It’s been some of those weeks when, while encouraging people to hope, I’ve been simultaneously trying to convince myself. You know what I’m saying? When my Mama Claire gives the ‘we cannot give up’ talk, without fail she will say ‘we live in hope.’ And we do. At least, I try my best.
This week I did alot of things I didn't think I could manage. I got out of bed. I showered. I combed my hair. And I went to work. I smiled and meant it. No matter how many times one has confronted that black fog, when one has to get with the business of carrying
When the people we love wreck us, when sickness makes living hard and depression & trauma threaten to empty us…We just need remember the awesome power of being set free, and march on