It has  been ages since I have written.  Life has been tough for me.  I should have used this as an oppurtunity to write.  I just, haven’t been myself.
     I went to 4 funerals and memorials, in 2 months.   The last memorial service was for an 8 year old child, killed in a freak accident.   I felt overwhelmed by all of this death and tragedy surrounding me.  I believe that even the strongest of people would have difficulty, in these situations.
     I have Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, Panic Disorder, Schizoaffective Disorder, and I just couldn’t keep it together.
      People panic, when they hear that I have  auditory hallucinations.  They think that I hear scary voices, telling me to harm others.  For me, I tend to hear strange music, that I cannot describe.   Sometimes I hear several voices,  at once, chattering away, but I cannot figure out what they are saying.   It is all a sign of stress for  me.  And it was triggered a few weeks back, scaring the Hell out of me.
     I had a  wonderful time, a couple of weeks later, visiting my mother, in another state, up north.
I did, however, spend a few nights  coughing all night, and towards  the end, I felt quite homesick, and left soon after.
     My mother  was concerned about my coughing, so she insisted  that I see a doctor.   So, I did…3 different times , and learned, that I have bronchitis, allergies and asthma, acting up.   With the humidity and hot weather, they expect it to be awhile before I get  well.
    I  finally got a home nebulizer, for my asthma, and I am feeling much better, at this point.
    Yesterday, though, I felt sleepy, lethargic, and depressed, for no apparent reason.
     Summers, typically, are very upsetting to me.  I get a lot of sadness, panic, depression,  basically from triggers from my past.   Please help me, Lord, and all of those who suffer, like me.

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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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