•      I feel blessed, so blessed today.  And I feel that way, every time I have a good day.  It wasn’t very long ago, that my mind was suffering badly.   In the past year, I have been hospitalized twice for depression and psychosis.  Before my last hospitalization, I…

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  •      Today is Mother’s Day and I have mixed emotions and a bit of sadness.  I wanted to become a mother for many years, but when I was 24, I was in a bad relationship, and was surprised to find myself pregnant.  But I lost the baby due to…

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  •      I am wrestling with the idea of losing the “X” and using my real name, but I am not sure if I am ready for that.  To be honest, I’m afraid to use my own name because there’s a lot of evil people out there, who do not…

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  •      I should probably tell you a little about myself.  I have been described by friends as “sweet”, “kind”, and “quiet”.  I love animals, art, children, and life itself on the good days.  I have been married to Frank for 18 years and he is the most supportive person…

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  • Today, I looked up Schizoaffective Disorder, on Google, and when I read about it, I cried.  It seems that it includes Schizophrenia type symptoms, like hallucinations, delusions, disorganized thoughts, etc., and mood disorder symptoms like depression and mania.  It feels like a prison of sorts.  It feels like a kind…

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  •      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…

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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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