I need to write, express my soul. I am bursting with sorrow, with grief. Yet, the thoughts are deep, my mind confused, my thoughts going back and forth like a pendulum. I am having trouble, putting basic thoughts together, because of grief and endless exhaustion. I have been in psychotherapy for 40 years. But I still collapse when someone that I love has passed away, more than many.
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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My Uncomfortable Mind 
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