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Edited on Tue Dec-16-08 12:51 AM by vickiss
The last 8 years, especially the last four, have been almost unbearable to me many times. I came to DU and would read and learn, still do. The caring here is wonderful, most times. The information is phenomenal! It has made me feel much less alone.
One thing after another. I hear you. :hug:
I have taught myself to 'control' my depressions fairly well with breathing, an antidepressant and self-reassurance (keep telling myself, "It's chemicals fucking with your brain, wait it out, ride it out", when it hits or tries to slip into my life again.
420 therapy is the best med I've ever used for the pain, but poverty and ignorant drug laws keep it out of reach most of the time. I need to move to a better state!
The manic part I enjoy and will not give it up. Only time I get much done! I have a much better handle on it than in my younger years. :evilgrin:
Between PTSD, my own and my daughter's, asshole * voting and 'born-again' relatives, suicide attempts of a close family member suffering post-partum psychosis, cancer, deaths, ankle broken and non-joined for six or seven years...
Enough already!
I strongly believe that much of the stigma associated with "mental" illness is due to so few understanding that the "mental" IS a fucking PHYSICAL illness. The brain as a physical organ just does not compute with them.
It has been 'branded' as "mental" for so long and to many it means you don't "control" yourself, your 'thinking'. It is the illness where people are chided for not "brushing it off" or "pulling themselves together". Do they do this to diabetics? To cancer sufferers? Hell no! I now refer to it as a brain illness, the truth.
I see more and more around me slipping into depression these days. Mostly because so many have to spend too many hours/minutes worried if they will be able to afford food on their families, their meds (if any), a home, utilities, etc..., most with little to no health care.
My daughter's live-in 'boyfriend' is an Iraq Navy vet. He was a fireman/bio-hazard cleanup, as I understand it. Something is seriously wrong with him and because he lost some paper claims he can't get any help for depression and has no insurance. Refuses to even try to seek help found for him. Keeps my daughter upset 70% of the time.
He has a violent temper, no hitting, yet, but throws things and hits walls. He acts worse than my grandson, pouts, sulks, silent treatment. My kid will kick his ass if he ever thinks of hitting her. I will if he does.
He is a completely arrogant, willfully ignorant asshole fundy combined with PTSD. :scared:
And now my daughter tells me they are having a baby in August. She is a full-time student (grads in May 2009), mother of a 7yo son and a part-time caretaker of my mom next door and she has suffered from compound PTSD for 13 years.
Sorry for the short rant, TSS. Long week already. Thanks for 'listening'. :)
Hang in there baby, better times a coming! Sooner or later. We help hold each other up here.
Sometimes it is all there is to hold on to in this freaky world. :hug:
Namaste,
V
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