My virgin blog. Much needed I believe. It's scary letting the demons out of one's head at the best of times--and sometimes there is just no one out there that is as good a listener as a keyboard. One of my good friends--realistically my only good friend is a blogger and has opened my medieval brain into the new millennium. I say only good friend because there is this funny thing that happens when your sick--crazy sick-- you loose. You loose it all! You loose your friends, family, job, education, apartment, common-law boyfriend of 8 years, your dignity, your sanity, and your freedom. And if your "lucky" enough to hide your contagious self from others--three months in the looney bin will definately nail your coffin shut for sure. Don't get your crazy on others--but it's ok there's a "depression hurts but you don't have to commercial" to make everyone understand and clear things up---thanks Zymbalta!
I am a young woman who has suffered my whole life. First known hallucination at 6 years old. Started cutting at 14. Therapy at 15. Countless suicide idealations and attempts throughout my 20s. Three extended hospitalizations, with a grand prize of Borderline Personality Disorder, Major Depressive Disorder with Psychosis, Dysthymia, Social Anxiety, PTSD, perscription drug addiction with self-harm tendencies.
I'm starting my millionth therapy group--trauma recovery and emotional regulation. Time to get mindful. Please excuse me if I'm not totally syked that my health is totally in my hands and it's up to me to recover... not leaving me with much hope here.
AHHHH I'm feeling better already--venting to the cyberworld of unknowns. If you've gotten this far--thank you. I'll leave you know with the wonderful words of wisdom that my last nurse gave me as I was discharged from hospital after 3 months in crisis care..."sorry, we can't help everyone, it's time for you to go..."
time for trazadone...