Be proud of who you are and everything you have overcome.
Since the death of Robin Williams, there has been a spike in calls to crisis lines around the US and Australia. I am not sure about other parts of the world, as I simply saw articles pertaining to these two countries, however I am sure they probably went up as well.
Calls, chats, messages, and clicks on their websites to Lifeline in America, Lifeline in Australia, Beyond Blue in Australia, the NAMI (National Alliance on Mental Illness) information line and Facebook page, and local crisis centers all around the US.
Many people were reaching out, seeking help for their depression, suicidal thoughts, and some were simply wondering how people can be depressed – how can someone look happy and yet feel so much pain and kill themselves. Perhaps with that last question, people will begin to understand depression more and even see or help someone else around them who might present happy but really be very depressed.
While they do not really know how many people were reaching out for help due to their depression and suicidal thoughts prior to Robin Williams death versus those who were affected by his death and began to feel suicidal after in response to his death (example, when you have someone close to you die, you begin to feel like you want to die) — they are glad that more people know about the crisis lines and support systems and are using them.
While I do think Robin Williams death brought a great deal of attention to suicide and mental health, I also think it is going to die down soon as it usually does even though people seem to care very much about it after such a loss. However, hopefully after all those posts of the suicide hotline numbers – this will not die down and people will remember these resources – and use them – and reach out for help when they need to.
Here are a few articles discussing the increases in spikes in crisis center calls — and there are quite a few more if you search on the internet.
Australian News Article Discussing the increase in spikes in crisis calls
American Aljazeera Article Discussing the increase in spikes in crisis line calls
Houston, TX News Article Discussing local crisis center call increase
Augusta, Maine Article – Discussing local crisis center call increase
This is my challenge to create a “Pros and Cons” list of my day. “Pros” are the things that I am happy for, grateful for, or things that just made me smile. “Cons” are those things that you just want to forget about because they do nothing to help with your anxiety or mood that day. I actually almost forgot to do it today until Just Plain Ol’ Vic reminded me by commenting on yesterdays post! –Thanks for the reminder!
- I got a nice sleep thanks to my Ambien. It was making my nightmares worse, so I quit taking it for a while. But I wasn’t getting any sleep so I started it again, I’ll definitely take the sleep for now, even with some nightmares.
- I got a donation to my GoFundMe account to help me pay for my grad school tuition!!! Not a big one, but every little bit counts and I am so grateful for it!
- Mrs Doubtfire is on TV right now, this very minute as I write this! It is so funny. This movie came out when I was about 7 or 8 years old — I always wanted a nanny like him! I didn’t binge watch and Robin Williams movies this week/end, but this one happened to be playing on the Hallmark Movie Channel, so I thought I would have it on in the background since it is one of my favorites.
- Figured out an old student loan from undergrad. Ugh will they ever leave me alone?!?! At least for a little while longer I suppose. “Leandro” promised me that it would be taken care of, so I expect not to get another bill from them — again.
- I took a shower! This might not seem like an accomplishment, but when I get depressed I can go days without one. I hadn’t gone days, but I had gone two I think…and it was going to go on. I stopped it though… I stopped it and jumped in and took one – a nice long hot one.
- I am trying to raise money on GoFundMe, for school but I am not really getting anywhere. I am a little bit disappointed, but I know everyone is struggling with money. Still kind of makes me feel bad though. Keeping a positive attitude that it is all going to work out.
- My apartment is kind of a mess — well it is always a mess, but I told myself it would get cleaned today and that just didn’t happen.
- Slept a lot today, just kind of felt like escaping my emotions and didn’t feel like using any of my more active coping skills.
- I ate too much 😦 Nibbling on food when I was awake — peanuts add up quickly in calories…especially when they are honey roasted peanuts. I need some cocoa roasted almonds in those 100 calorie packs!
Goal for Tomorrow:
I really hope to be more awake for tomorrow. I do not want to sleep through the day. The weather here has been horrible – pouring rain almost all day long, literally, not more than 5-10 minutes of no rain or thunder. I want to try to get out to a gym and walk or run on a treadmill a bit. Just to get my anxiety out, get some energy burnt. I want to perhaps read a bit of some of the text books I have received in regards to my future classes in grad school. I want to maybe paint a small picture.
Now out of all of that — I just want to do one. Small steps. So if I just accomplish one of those, then I will be happy!
Word Press Post a Day – You return home to discover a huge flower bouquet waiting for you, no card attached. Who is it from — and why did they send it to you?
Flowers? For me? No one ever treats me to flowers or candy or even a nice dinner. I live alone. I don’t really know anyone. Depression and social anxiety kind of stop that from happening. So who would send me flowers?
I’ll tell you who! Me!!! I sent myself flowers. Why? Because I deserve to get something special every once in a while. I deserve to have someone come to my door, leave a beautiful bouquet of flowers. I don’t need a note. I wrote the note and sent it in the mail the same day, it should get here in a few days. It will be another reminder for me. A note that reminds me how special I am and that I need to love and take care of myself – sometimes I forget that when I am down.
We all need to remember to treasure ourselves. We don’t need to depend on others to always give us gifts. We should be able to give ourselves gifts. Not necessarily flowers – but a day off, or look into the mirror and smile and see the beauty in ourselves, to be able to feel good about ourselves. It is ok to do something nice for ourselves. In fact, it is necessary to do something nice for ourselves.
So, I sent myself these flowers. I sent them to remind myself of what a wonderful person I am. Even if I have no one around me, no significant others, no friend, no one that would think to send me flowers – I still deserve them. I deserve them for being me – for being a beautiful, on the inside and out, person.
I am so incredibly thankful for my therapist. She has really been a lifesaver. No, I have not been incredibly open with her yet. Bit she has stood by me. Through my crying, dissociation, suicidal ideation, not talking, avoiding it all – she has been there.
I have told her more than I have told anyone ever before. I haven’t told her details about anything, but I have hinted at stuff. That is still more than I have ever said to anyone.
I have never felt comfortable with a therapist before. Well, once before I connected with a therapist, but it was after I had just been raped, and everything was so fresh on my memory I couldn’t comprehend anything and didn’t want to deal with anything, so I just didn’t. She was wonderful and I got along with her, but I just couldn’t talk about the hard stuff.
Now, I have another great therapist after being with a million others – and I still have a hard time opening up, but I am getting there. She has helped me realize that I need to talk to feel better, to heal. I am really going to try to at my next appointment. I don’t see her until next week. I am really going to try to write and just practice talking out loud to myself to hear it out loud. Say it. I want to talk about it. I want to heal.
Having a good therapist is such an important thing. I don’t think I would be where I am today if I didn’t have my current therapist. I still have bad days – horrible days. I still have been hospitalized twice in the last year. And even though each day I waiver on how I feel about myself, at least some days, I do feel ok about who I am. Some days, I still hate myself, but there are some days that I do feel ok about myself now.
With my previous therapists, they didn’t even touch on my trauma. Of course, we were trying to get my bipolar under control as that was completely out of control – but they also solely kind of focused on my BPD. I am not saying none of that was irrelevant, but I think now that I have really been working on my trauma – I have been having a better grasp on my emotions over all and being able to control things – I have been able to take better care of myself over all.
As I said, I still have really bad days. I still have almost had to be readmitted to the hospital, even recently. I still have the suicidal ideations. I still get mad and blow up at people. But compared to how I was, having my current therapist has been a godsend.
If you don’t feel like your therapist is the right fit – keep looking. It is ok to “fire” your therapist. They are working for you, and if they aren’t the right fit, it is ok to find another one. I didn’t do this a lot of the time… I kept sticking it out with mine and it never helped me. I would just go to session after session getting nothing out of it, feeling miserable. I would give up, stop taking meds, and just get worse. I finally had someone tell me – its ok to shop around for a therapist. You have to find one you mesh with, someone that you clique with, someone that you feel comfortable with. And you will know within the first 2-3 sessions. You don’t have to go for 3 months to figure out if they are the therapist for you. And if they are a good therapist, they aren’t going to be offended if you leave – they know that not everyone works with well with everyone. Certain styles of therapy work with certain people.
So – don’t give up if you don’t think therapy is working. Keep looking for a good therapist. Keep advocating for yourself. I used to think therapy was stupid cause no one seemed to be helpful for me. But there is someone out there that you will get alone with and connect with – you just have to find them.
This blog has been a great release for me. I have also said I still struggle. At the moment, that last sentence is something that has been a problem for me.
It is a struggle that I am dealing with in a way I am not very much used to. In fact, anything that is misspelled or looks weird in this I am sorry.
I have been dealing with trauma therapy. It has been going well, I have an amazing therapist and am so grateful that I her. She has stuck by me even when I could be open right away. It is getting hardest though and I can’t stay present much. Im awake then Im interacting with someone. If I sit at home, going off, I dream, I imagine, I cry, its in my face, its happening to me. Im fighting on the floor. The thoughts are being yelled in my years
I took ambien cause I just feel myself leaving. I talked to a friend from my NAMI group. I told her that my meds have made me better. I am not severely depressed like how I was. I do find joy at times. I still have this underlying ever day depression though. I still have this need to die though. It is this bizarre need, like I have always felt like I wasn’t supposed to be alive.
Is it because of the childhood abuse? Is it because of my genes? It is because of both? Nature, nurture, both?
I am not I will ever know what has cause my brain to hurt the way it hurts or have such hard feelings.
Anyway, I am on ambien and am completely falling asleep. So as I said there maybe a completely a million mistakes and this may make no sense. But I felt the need to write this.
Thinking our thoughts is hard. Ruminating on why things happen can consume our lives. From here, we really should just be asking, not why? but what now?
Not why did this happen. When did it happen?
But — What can I do now, from this point forward, what can I do?Where Can I go From Here
Anyway, I am posted this ahead of time, so it should be posted in a few days, but I am totally tired from the medication now… so if it appears as if I should have been awake when it is up and posted, this is why 🙂 Best wishes everyone ! For some reason this was on my mind and I felt like writing it, perhaps I will re-write it or a follow up later though.
Please add your thoughts as well!
What is a mistake I will never make again?
I won’t ever not ask for help again. I went for years not asking for help. Hiding my depression, hiding my pain. I didn’t want people to think I was weak. I didn’t want people to not love me or care about me. I wanted to be strong and competitive in this world. I wanted to prove I could be somebody.
Depression, Bipolar, BPD, PTSD, Schizophrenia, Schizoaffective, OCD, Anxiety, Eating Disorders, Trauma, Sexual Abuse, Child Abuse, Rape – whatever the mental illness or Trauma/Past is though – it doesn’t mean you are weak. It took me far to long to figure that out.
All I knew was that this world was about getting ahead. That is all that was preached to me in school – you have to do this, you have to do that. Learn this, learn that. Get into the best school, earn the highest grades. Take the ACT, the SAT. Apply, apply, apply. I was miserable, but I didn’t want to disappoint anyone.
On top of that, I really didn’t believe I was going to be alive. I really thought I was going to be dead, either by a natural death or by suicide. I didn’t think I was actually going to have to live up to those expectations anyway. So I never asked for help.
Then there was also the little fact that it was brought to people attention that I needed help, and no one seemed to care – so why would I ask for help when no one wanted to help me in the first place when others told them I needed it?
After being miserable for years though, and then seeing what my life has been like with the right medications and proper therapy — I would give so much to go back and get these things earlier in my life. What a difference I think it would have made, how much easier my life would have been.
Even though people don’t always listen when we ask for help. I still will always ask for it. I still will always plead for it. I won’t give up. I will keep asking, I will keep begging, I will keep pleading for the help. If I need help – I will get it – no matter what. Because not asking for help, will just lead to my destruction. I know that now.
Having PTSD is really hard, and so many people do not understand what it is like – they may read about it or hear about it more because veterans are being diagnosed with it more frequently, but unless they have experienced flashbacks and panic attacks, hyper arousal and the anxiety related to it— it is hard for them to know what it is like. Multi Me wrote a great blog about some ways that you can help someone who has PTSD.
If you have PTSD then you know how absolutely awful and debilitating it can be. I thought I’d write a post about the ways in which you can help someone with PTSD. Remember this is from my own perspective.
Listen, and validate the persons feelings. We all like to feel validated, it really does help.
Talk about the symptoms. Dont be afraid of them. PTSD is really scary to the person going through it.
If a person who experiences PTSD is going through a flashback, sit with them, and listen, hold their hand, soothe them.
Allow the person to express how they are feeling. Dont minimize the persons feelings or experiences as trivial.
Dont make fun of, or laugh at the persons symptoms. They are very real.
If you are staying the night with the person, and they have a nightmare, help them by getting them a cold drink, or…
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Thank you so much to everyone for the support and kind comments, likes, and encouragement on all my posts and especially throughout this frustrating time dealing with my anxiety and last psychiatrist appointment.
I still have struggled today and have just spent time kind of lying around – yes I know, not the healthiest thing. I did go out and just sit outside in the sun, trying to get some good ol’ vitamin D, and listened to music.
One thing that does always help me though is comedy. I absolutely comedy – I think every time I have been down, I can bring myself out of it with some type of comedy. It might take a bit of time, but eventually I am laughing so hard and my mind is distracted for a good period of time. Of course, the hardest part is getting myself to watch some comedy.
Tonight though, there were two shows on TV that involve quite a bit of comedy. Hollywood Game Night and Last Comic Standing. Now, I don’t normally follow Hollywood Game Night, I have just watched it here and there, but it is pretty funny. I have followed Last Comic Standing this season though, for the first time, and it always makes me laugh.
So tonight, I turned on the TV, because I have just kind of been lying on my couch, being a bum, ruminating on my problems, getting no where. I figured, what the heck, maybe TV will at least get my mind off of it. Thankfully both of these shows were actually on!!! Well, Last Comic Standing is actually on right now – so I am alternating between writing this and watching it 🙂 But it has really lifted my mood already.
Tomorrow I have my appointment with my therapist and hopefully that will help as well. Perhaps we can problem solve some of all of what I am feeling and thinking about everything going on.
Anyway, I just wanted to say thank you to everyone. It is amazing how much support I have gotten. Also, comedy is an amazing coping skill to bring you out of a bad mood – you should definitely try it if you haven’t 🙂