Three days ago, I saw both my Psychiatrist, and my therapist, and they both agreed that I am Depressed. I didn’t fully realize it, until then, because I wasn’t crying a lot, I wasn’t at the point of wanting to jump off of a bridge, in other words, I wasn’t in crisis mode. I just have a lack of interest in anything. So, my Psychiatrist increased one of my meds, and slowly my mood is lifting.
We experienced a blizzard, last night, here in Massachusetts. We got 28 inches. The thought of all that snow sent me into panic mode, with me shouting: “There’s no way, you’re getting me outside in that shit”, to my husband. But I’m trying to consider it, after all, the snow is beautiful to see. I know that if my mind was in a happy state, I would be eager to witness the amazing effect of a New England Blizzard. But right now, I just don’t care.
My therapist also pointed out to me, that I have a lot on my mind. I am concerned about a couple of children in my family, because their parents are separating and causing a lot of drama and the children have conveyed to my husband and I, their unhappiness. It’s causing me to have nightmares. All I can do is be there for them, try to offer my support.
But, I wish that I was a Superhero. Then I could save everyone from their trauma, and then, I wouldn’t have PTSD and Schizoaffective Disorder.
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You may feel like your not a SuperHero but you ARE a SuperFriend! And one of the most caring people I know. MMM
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Oh, Michele, you know how to move me to tears. But not sad tears, they are because I feel so loved.
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That last bit really got to me, in a good way. I can totally relate to that feeling of “Where would I be if only these things hadn't happened to me, or if I could just magically overcome them?”
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Hello,
I’m Christine
My name is Christine and I am almost 45 years old. This is my very first blog. I am writing because I feel like I am living in a closet. But I am not gay, I am mentally ill, I have Schizoaffective Disorder. I also have PTSD (Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder). Not many people know this about me. I have been fearful of “coming out”, because, frankly, the human population has not always been kind to people with mental illness. But isn’t it time that we come to accept all of our bothers & sisters, regardless of their differences?
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