#MentalHealthBlog

[manicpixieirl]

october 15, 2023

I haven’t written in a few weeks, I think it’s because I’m afraid of what will come up if I open myself up to it. I’ve been good about consistently posting up until now. Part of my pause was purely ego, I didn’t know if something was worth writing if I wasn’t posting it. I didn’t write, I’ve been afraid to admit that I don’t think I’ve been taking as good of care of myself as I know I could be. I don’t say this in judgment, I say it in observation of myself- I know I could be doing better. I’ve been wondering what the point is.

I track my moods every day, on a scale of negative two to positive two. Negative two: “I really do not want to exist right now.” Positive two: “Nothing can fucking stand in my way.” I journal about the feelings associated with each number I give myself, lately my journal has been full of negative-one reflections. I was hoping that when I started this blog, it would reflect my progress. I was equating meditation with progression. This was intended to be a reflection of how well I was doing, instead it is a reflection of how hard this is. I wish I had positive news to share, it’s discouraging to share that this is a LOT harder than I thought it would be.

If anything, I owe myself honesty and consistency. I owe it to myself to admit that med-management isn’t perfect and being bipolar is fucking hard. I just need to say it; this is hard. I feel like there was a part of me that thought that taking meds would cure it, take away the negative-one days altogether, but after a few weeks of depression, isolation, and reflection, I don’t think that’s the point at all.

I think the point is to be aware of the days and to acknowledge that they will pass. The point is that I am eventually going to feel my feelings whether I like it or not, so I might as well write. I think the point is awareness.

I am thankful for this awareness, it will guide me to my next day. No matter where my mood falls on the scale, I can handle it, I can write about it, I can share it. That is the whole point.

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Ignoring feelings, means ignoring mental health means, potential illness.

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[timeacoaching]

💔 Serial Limerence: The Endless Crush Cycle — And How to Heal

Do you fall hard, fast, and often — only to feel lost when the fantasy fades? You might be experiencing serial limerence: a cycle of intense emotional obsession disguised as love. This piece gently unpacks the pattern and offers a path toward grounded, real connection — starting with yourself.

🧠 Read the full article here: 👉 Serial Limerence: Healing the Endless Crush Cycle

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Using negative emotions for healing yourself

[cinderpresss]

 Daily Emotion Tracker: Mood Garden🌸

Life is a whirlwind of emotions, and keeping track of how we feel each day can help us better understand ourselves. The Daily Emotion Tracker is your personal space to reflect on your moods, discover patterns, and take steps toward emotional well-being.

This charming and easy-to-use journal is all designed to help you:

Connect with Your Emotions: Understand what triggers certain feelings and how you respond.

Track Your Emotional Growth: Identify recurring patterns and celebrate moments of joy.

Build Healthy Coping Habits: Learn from challenges and discover what helps you feel better.

Boost Your Self-Care: Set goals for your emotional well-being and reflect on your journey.

Inside, you’ll find:

Daily Emotion Check-Ins: Track your emotions, identify triggers, and reflect on how you handled them.

Weekly Reflections: A space to review the highs and lows of your week, celebrating wins and learning from challenges.

Monthly Reviews: Summarize your emotional journey, recognize patterns, and set goals for your emotional well-being.

Adorable Illustrations: Filled with charming visuals and a cute aesthetic to keep you inspired. This is a Coloured-Page Tracker.

The Daily Emotion Tracker is a joyful companion to guide you through your emotional highs and lows. This journal is here to support your emotional growth, one day at a time.

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How the Pandemic Has Changed Our Lives

The pandemic has and continues to have an impact on the vulnerable in society and social media is still a talking point on everything pandemic. It has and continues to affect the majority of people. I talk about these things on my blog, because they also affect me, my mental health.

The upheaval from Covid to poverty, is the reason why pupil absence in school is rising. (Source: theguardian). It has changed us, society is changed, the world is changed. For many people their lives are now permanently changed.

Social isolation of the pandemic

When you add social isolation, disruption to work, family routines, lockdown fever and economic instability, it is understandable and easy to see why the WHO say mental health has hit critical levels.

For many people, the pandemic isn’t over. There is little thought and consideration for the vulnerable, for people who are still cautious, for what's happening to people in society, for those who continue to need help. Covid isn't over, however many times we convince ourselves it is.

Animals help with mental health

I’m not sure adopting a dog would have been on the cards for many families, including mine. In the pandemic mental health is affected. In lockdown, charities saw a rise in pets being adopted, only to be returned, once the country got moving again.

Lives have changed

Our lives have changed, behaviours have changed. Many have commented on how we have become more self-absorbed, less charitable towards others. Isolation has tested our sense of identity. It is time for governments, opposition parties and society to unite, to work together. Most of us, according to social media, still live with the concern of the pandemic in our lives.

Although restrictions are lifted, many vulnerable people aren't back in their lives. With no moral high ground, it's a world I don’t want to recognise, but also a world I need to fit into, and I don’t know how to do that.

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🌪️ The Reality of Psychological Stress

🌪️ The Reality of Psychological Stress

In today’s busy world, psychological stress silently affects millions. It's more than feeling “tired” — it can lead to anxiety, insomnia, burnout, and physical health issues.

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[timeacoaching]

🛋️ The Limits of Therapy: What Healing Work Can’t Do for You

Therapy is powerful — but it’s not magic. This post dives into what therapy can help with, what it can’t, and why real healing often requires more than just talking. If you’ve ever wondered why therapy doesn’t "fix" everything, this one’s for you.

📖 Read the full reflection: 👉 The Limits of Therapy

[arawhuman]

It sucks that most of the times it’s this way. Men’s mental health is important and they deserve proper attention and validation, it angers me how much men can be shamed should they admit to feeling sad, depressed, etc.

[yethereiampodcast]

[xoaspiewriterxo]

People with Autism are not weirdos

People with adhd are not attention seeker

People with learn difficulties are not useless

People with dyslexia are not stupid

People with OCD are not control freaks

People with anxiety are not stuck up or rude

People with depression are not just “moody”

#Endthestigma

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[manicpixieirl]

november 2, 2023

The day I had my first seizure was the scariest day of my life. I don’t even remember it. I remember waking up in a hospital bed in Greenwich, Connecticut. The sheets were scratchy and I had an IV, heart monitor, and leftover wires stuck to my head from the EEG they performed while I was in a mini-coma.

I slept for two days, I was in the hospital for five. They didn’t let me shower, I forgot how to read. I made a nurse cry when I threw a copy of a book I could not read at the wall of my hospital room and begged for her to let me take a shower. I could feel her empathy radiate towards me when she picked up the book I had just thrown and set it at the end of my bed. She was crying for me when she had to deny my fifth request for a shower -

I was so desperate to be clean of this event, I even told her I would shower with the door open and she could pop in to make sure I didn’t suffer any more mysterious convulsions. Her name was Sarah, and I could tell she felt for me when she had to tell me no, I could not wash myself clean of this. I never could.

I did not remember the battle, the seizure itself, but I had the scars - most of them on my chest, a result derived from the moment I stopped breathing altogether and the EMTs had to do that thing where they rub two shock-ya-back-to-life-thingies together and yell “CLEAR!”

That’s the scariest part of it, not remembering. Not remembering the migraine I had for two days leading up to my seizure, not remembering grabbing lunch with a friend the week before, not remembering saying goodbye to my family when they moved to Texas a month earlier. A month of memories, ash. I lost a lot, mostly memories and people. My partner at the time, who found me asphyxiating on my own vomit mid-event, broke up with me a few weeks later.

“I just… didn’t sign up to date someone who has all of this going on.”

Okay, fair. I did have a lot going on, but I am a person, and people typically have a lot going on. Especially people who had recently flatlined twice in Greenwich Fucking Connecticut. All I had to hold onto when I was in the hospital was him, and hold onto him I did. Probably a little too tightly.

While I was in my mini-coma, he was responsible for filling out my intake forms. He knew I was bipolar, yet when the form required him to check yes or no as to whether or not the patient suffers from a mental-illness, he chose to check no. I guess the town was too small and the stigma too large.

I didn’t find out that seizures and bipolar disorder were related until I had dinner with my ex-almost-girlfriend (don’t ask, that’s for another day) about a month later.

“Okay but how do you know it had to do with my bipolar disorder?”

“Quincy, I work for the state psych-ward. When we admit patients with bipolar disorder, we don’t ask them if they’ve ever had a seizure, we ask them when their last seizure was.”

Yes, chef.

I spent months thinking that my body could betray me at any moment, that I could just fall over and seize and die with no rhyme or reason. All of this because someone checked no on an intake form when they should have checked yes.

Thanks, asshole.

It knocked the breath out of me to feel someone’s shame surrounding my mood disorder, so in that moment, I promised I would never deny it myself.

So here it is; 2020 I had a life-threatening seizure that was triggered by a manic-high. As a result, I will be on anticonvulsants for the rest of my life. I have a whole lot of this going on, but it’s who I am. To deny my illness is to deny myself, and I will not move through life in denial, but in radical acceptance of who I am.

My pill container is full. Two blue pills a day, one yellow, one white, one orange and two chewy adult-vitamins; I like tasting fruit-medley in the morning when I sit with a cocktail of medications in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. It’s been three and a half years since my last seizure, my meds are working, and I have a partner who will not hesitate to check yes on an intake form if and when I have another epileptic event (it’s inevitable). I am sitting here with a thankful heart, hoping that both Sarah The Nurse and my ex-almost-girlfriend are doing well.

I haven’t had a seizure since my first, but it was bad enough to warrant my being mediated for epilepsy for the rest of my life. Every few years, I have to up my dosage and make sure they keep working the way they are supposed to. Every time I up the dosage, I experience a pretty dramatic shift in my mood. I become paranoid, irritable, and reactive. This is the first time I have upped my anticonvulsants since I sought out a separate prescription to help with my mania, and it sucks. Sometimes, I just have to admit - this shit sucks.

I started this blog to document my success story with Abilify, but I feel like as soon as I started to adjust to that, I was diagnosed with ADHD. Then, when I was just starting to get used to my ADHD meds, I was asked to readjust to a new anticonvulsant dosage. I feel like the entire time I have been blogging, I have simultaneously been adjusting - but maybe that’s just life, having a whole lot of this going on, but adjusting anyways. Maybe this isn’t a blog about med-changes after all,

maybe it’s just a blog about me.

[bestdualdiagnosisrehabinca]

“you’re not a burden. you’re in pain.” by @truthinrecover

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