I have struggled with writing, this blog “My Uncomfortable Mind”for the past 5 years. I have developed near death hospitalizations, sometimes in ICU. Twice with water on the brain. I think that for about 10 years, I was quite productive, in my writing. I would write, when the emotions struck me, not on a schedule. The mind and body are very interconnected, meaning, that if you suffer from emotional distress, you will suffer from physical distress (usually with stomach issues). I tried, so hard to be a good daughter. In my toddler years, my father, was a pedophile. I tried to fight him off, and he tried to drown me in my Nana’s bathtub. I don’t think that I will ever totally heal from that pervert and his sick actions. My mother told me that “ your father only likes kids until they are about 5, and then only if they give him sexual favors “. This is absolutely sickening, it always has been.
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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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