Yesterday, I worked, a 7 hour day. That’s a long day for me. My supermarket job is very physical, lots of lifting, and I think that at 45 years of age, I am getting too old to work 7 hour days, doing that type of job, because my body really hurt, long before the end of the day. I noticed it the most in my hips, where I have arthritis. But, I’ll try it again if they ask me to, after all, yesterday was a very busy day for me, at work.

 Today, I am feeling pretty good. I’m listening to some of my favorite music, Jimi Hendrix, and Justin Timberlake, and we did some housecleaning. My husband & I are planning a trip into Boston today. It’s 41 degrees Fahrenheit out there, a good temperature for this time of year in New England, good walking weather. I just hope that the city is not too crowded, as that can be very overwhelming for me.

 I have started to attend a peer run center for adults with Mental Illness. By going there, I’m meeting new people, and attending support groups, and other groups like creative writing, art, knitting, yoga, etc. But I hated yoga, lol. They also do a lot of advocacy, for people with Mental Illness, and are affiliated with NAMI (National Alliance on Mental Illness), which is a wonderful organization. I feel that by going there, I am really helping myself. I always look forward to going to the center

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I am doing more volunteer work at my church. There was a fire there recently, in which I was present, so I have been playing receptionist a few hours a week to help the office manager. I don’t mind, but my weeks are getting full, and I’m not sure how I feel about that. I need more down time where I can sit around in my pajamas all day. But they stress that people with Depression should stay busy and active to help keep their minds off of the Hell. I just need to find a happy medium. I need to find time to bake cookies soon, lol.

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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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