Like so many other things, mental health sneaks up on you. In June, you can't breathe. You wonder if this torment that calls itself life is ever going to end. In July, through sheer effort and lots of time to yourself, you can begin to exist within yourself again. In August, hope is on the … Continue reading Wading out
I have a confession to make. For eighteen months now, I've been lying to you. Okay, not really lying, just not telling you the whole truth. You've been reading about my mental health struggles, my family, my husband's recently discovered autism, the difficulty handling everyday tasks, the stress and the chronic anxiety and the antidepressants. … Continue reading A love, regrettable but not regretted
Have you seen those affirmational posts on Instagram about wronged gentle souls? They go like this: "Don't stop giving, you wonderful human! Yes, I know that everyone else is so mean, hurting you, taking advantage of you, taking you for granted. But the world needs souls like yours! Keep being the awesome, self-sacrificing being you … Continue reading Sacrifice and loyalty, to the point of stupidity
I have ten Lorazepam pills left. Why am I googling this? What the fuck's wrong with me? Of course I can't really overdose on ten milligrams of Lorazepam. I envisioned drifting into a nice deep sleep, just maybe not hurting that much anymore, if only for a couple hours. I mean, sure, if I didn't … Continue reading Can I overdose on…
I can't watch anything on TV – concentration isn't there. Books. How about books? I said I'd spend the kids' holidays reading. But today, my thoughts keep drifting. Okay. Take a walk? But it's stormy outside. I could try yoga, but yesterday's attempt didn't work out. I can barely climb the stairs today. Something's wrong … Continue reading About (my) privilege
These past days – you must have guessed – have been some of the hardest of my life. The first anniversary of my breakdown hit me hard – especially since it coincided with the re-evaluation of certain relationships that have been important in my life. I decided to be strict with myself. I'm not letting my soft … Continue reading Thank the universe for women
I'll just say it: this getting off the antidepressants thing is going less than well. This weekend, Urban did all the housework. I cooked a little bit, but that was about it. Other than that, I kept shouting at the kids for no apparent reason (why do they have to talk when they're in the … Continue reading This shit’s hard.
Disclaimer: I am upset as I write this. There's a certain disillusionment and cynicism. If you're a close friend of mine or married to me, you might not want to read this. It might be disturbing. Today was supposed to be a good day. It marks one year from by breakdown, which caused me to … Continue reading Should I have died?
My therapist is adamant: in the core of all mental health progress is the concept of self-acceptance. That's a tricky one. Humans are fundamentally social beings. Without interaction within the species–speech develops simultaneously to complex thought–humans don't develop to be, well, functioning humans. Today's individualism culture tries to chip away that fundamental aspect of human … Continue reading Self-acceptance and fitting in
It's finally time. Burnout, breakdowns, a year of crying and therapy. Three fourths of my family is in therapy right now. My husband is in the process of (possibly) getting an autism diagnosis. My daughter is learning to cope with stress – and with mentally ill parents. And, last but not least, the person who … Continue reading Going off the meds