I had been feeling good for a couple of weeks. I was so happy and amazed. My mother, said that I sounded happy and “chipper”. I had thought that I was moving forward again, in life.
But within a few days, I felt as if a bomb had dropped upon me. It occured, about 3 AM, last Friday morning.
I was shaking, frightened, full of fear, crying. I couln’r go to work, that mornig. Instead, I spoke to a Psychologist who gave me 5 tranquilizers,
I talked to my own Psychiatrist, today. She made some medication changes., which I hope will help.
Somewhere, somehow, I was triggered….something struck a nerve. Something made me feel terrified.
Oh my Lord, why can’t you give me a rest? I just want to be a normal woman.
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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