I had a nightmare last night. I dreamt that I was getting ready and packing a suitcase to visit my estranged mother in another state. When I arrived, I couldn’t find my medication. I always pack it first. I take about 15 types of medications everyday and some medications will cause withdrawal symptoms if you miss a day. In my dream, I told her that I had a big problem. I forgot my medications. My mother started screaming at me “ how could you do that?! How could you forget your meds?! What is wrong with you?! What are you stupid?!…and on and on. This morning I told my husband about my nightmare. I wondered why I dreamt it. Then my husband said “Chrissy, that is because it did happen, a few years ago “. My husband said my that my jaw dropped when he told me that. Now I am just freaking out because I know that there is a lot of fear in my conscious and unconscious, a lot of flashbacks and intrusive thoughts, just waiting to emerge.
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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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