The tragedy is not about mental illness.The tragedy is our general misunderstanding of our own ability to respond. The tragedy lies in our lost hope and dreams for a future that we still navigate.
Mental Health ~ Are You Ready?
Mental Health ~ Bipolar With a Side of Anxiety
Imagine my surprise in learning it was common for bipolar and anxiety to affect individuals simultaneously. However, they forgot to explain this fact until I collapsed in the bank. Whoops!
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Mental Health ~ Bipolar Beginnings
In January 2002, I accepted I have a chronic mental illness, and a journey began. I experienced a myriad of emotions at the time, such as anger, disappointment, fear, and a mild case of feeling sorry for myself!
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Mental Health ~ The Journal, #22
My ultimate victory didn't come from wielding swords. No, my victory came through complete surrender.
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Mental Health ~ The Journal, #21
..I sat recovering from sets of circumstances that knocked me off my balance, and laughed as I took a free fall into the dark caverns of defeat. That piece of depression pisses me off- the laughter I hear as I crash. I hate that laughter, so the comeback is typically my game.
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Bipolar Life-Your Highness
Looking back, I thought I'd never survive. Looking ahead, I hope I always will.
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Bipolar Life- The Journal, #15
We are simply here. In a confusing and quiet place. We both accept the reality, we both choose to get through it, together.
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Five Minute Friday-For this, I share
The topic of mental health is a difficult one, especially in the Christian community. I strongly believe Christians fully accept mental health as an essential dialogue within the church. They have lovingly wanted to embrace the difficulties of such topics as depression, suicide, bipolar, anxiety, and the many other ailments under the umbrella of mental health illnesses.
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Mental Health ~ World Mental Health Day
Please remember October 10th is #WorldMentalHealthDay
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Five Minute Friday-Unknown
With each breath I’m taking in.
Anchored by invisible weights
Chains rattle, and tears fall.
The crowd has gathered,
I see each face..
But see nothing here at all.
Lisa @ Authentic Truths 