My Uncomfortable Mind

#155

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     The frequency of my blog, has slowed down, over time.   I desire to write positive things, but I am suffering, deep within my soul, from negative things.
     It started several months ago.  A close friend of mine had been seriously assaulted,  her head bashed onto the ground, by her boyfriend about 2 years ago.  Then, recently, her boyfriend seriously, assaulted her teenage son, attempting to strangle him to death.
     I felt frightened by his violence, so I told my friend, that I could no longer associate  with her boyfriend.   After a month, or 2, I decided to give this guy a chance, a voice, trying to get his opinion on this situation.    His response?  He blames it on his Bipolar Disorder, saying:  “It could happen again”.
      Oh dear Lord, it totally triggered my Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome.  It started with Migraine Headaches, rashes all over my body,  endless nightmares, visual hallucinations,  insomnia,  stomach upsets,  deep depression, severe anxiety.
     My friend, didn’t want to associate with me, when I told her that I couldn’t be near her boyfriend.  She equated my mental illness, with his mental illness,  even though we are nothing alike.  She felt that I should emphasize with him.   Yet, I do not try to kill or assault those around me, like he does.
     If this boyfriend cannot control his violence, then I believe that he should not be loose in society,
I have  missed my friend,  so much.  I felt so rejected, as well.  I want  her, to get away from this asshole, before he kills her, or her son.
.     Please Lord, hear my prayers.

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    Anonymous

    It is so great how you know the connection between PTSD and the violence your friend endured. Someday maybe she'll know it isn't right, too.

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    Anonymous

    Thank you, Reverand Judy, for your response. I will keep praying for my friend.

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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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