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ATTENTION ALL FOOT FOLK!
I want to start selling pictures of my feet, but I don’t know how. Can anyone help me here?
World Suicide Prevention Day.
10th September 2018.
Ive wanted to write something all day but couldn’t think where to start, on a subject that rings so true and so raw.
It is world suicide prevention day. Personally I feel that this is something so important that it shouldn’t need a day. It should be highlighted every single day.
I don’t know where I’m going with this but I do know;
It has been 1year 9months and 9days since my last suicide attempt.
That is the longest I have gone without one since I was about 13 years old. I couldn’t tell you how many attempts I’ve had in my life, averaging about 2 a year, minimum.
Only one very serious one where I had to be revived by my best friend, and kept awake for three days, just in case.
I’ve wanted to write this all day but I really don’t know where I’m going with this but it’s proving pretty hard to do.
(Will try again later.)
Borderline Personality Disorder.
I am a third year mental health nursing student with a diagnosis of BPD. Ironically my lecture this morning was on BPD. Not gonna lie, I was almost excited to find out more about BPD, to gain a clinical insight into my illness instead of personal experience. This is not what happened.
Instead I learned of the stigma around my illness, as a room full of nurses describe my illness as manipulative, back stabbing, attention seeking, sadistic people. And how I will learn to hate them, how they are more hassle than worth and no one wants to work with them due to the challenges.
Sitting here with my peers, hearing what the think made me want to cry, as they criticise the past experiences they have had in the field, I sat in silence trying my hardest not to break.
To not show my vulnerability, to not show my BPD traits, begging no one will notice, no one will find out what I’m actually like.
Cause that’s when the real stigma comes into place. A mental health nurse with a severe and enduring mental illness. I know I’ll be doubted, how can she practice if she’s not well.
Yes my illness may hinder me in some aspects but it also makes me stronger. See that empathy that people with BPD are supposed to lack. I feel it so intensely, I will be able to empathise more than you ever will.
I may not be the most stable but I will NEVER view someone as they’re diagnosis, I strive to fight the stigma instead passing it down to future nurses. I will support them through everything they do.
Yea people with BPD can be challenging to work with, but I guarantee ITS ALOT MORE CHALLENGING TO LIVE WITH!!
tbc...
Did you?
Taking the plunge
Ok. So I’m finally going to do what I’ve wanted to do for years. I am going to write about my life and struggles as a mentally ill mental health nurse. I know it’s ironic. I’ve always wanted to share my story but never had the confidence and was scared of the stigma being; how can you be a nurse when your not well yourself. So quick back story for the next bit. I have a diagnosis of Emotionally Unstable Personality Disorder / Borderline Personality Disorder, and I am starting the only therapy for Personality Diaorders; Dilectal Behavioural Therapy. I am also a third year student mental health nurse. DBT is a year long therapy which you must attend for two hours each week. This means interfering with uni, although I am allowed to go due to conditions with the uni I may explain later. So I was talking to my mentor today about the whole situation and how hard it is going to be doing DBT alongside my final year. But she just emphasised how amazing it is that I have both sides of experience and should be proud. She mentioned that it would be great thing to write about, not now but when I finish we can write it together. This gave me so much hope in that a professional saw the impact that sharing my story may have. So here I am to give it a bash. Two document my last year as a student mental health nurse and my journey through DBT.
-tw—sh
So yesterday I nearly relapsed yesterday after not self-harming in 5months!!!
I was at self-harm training with my work and I felt absolutely fine all day, I though the training was very interesting and got given lots of very helpful distraction techniques
But...
After spending the full day talking about self-harm that is literally the only thing I wanted to do, the only thing I could think about, the only thing I could see
As they talk about signs to look for that someone may be self-harming I pull down my sleeves so no one can see my scars, I fidget with my legs due to the nerve damage of previous episodes.
I stand in a room of mental health professionals, a 21 year old student. With no professional experience of self-harm but so much knowledge, so much personal experience.
I could feel myself being judged by all these adults, clearly wondering how I know this and how I have these stories.
Although when I was younger we had no support around our mental health, we cleaned each other up and talked each other down, from the age of 13 I was cleaning up friends and they were doing the same for me. I have cut friends down, pulled them off a bridge, I have also been revived by friends and talked down so many times.
We had no one but each other and all of us were as ill as each other, although we didn’t know we were ill at the time because it was normal to feel that way.
I am so glad that they are providing this training to nurses, teachers, care workers, social work and many 3rd sector organisations. So kids like me can get the help they need, professional help.
The whole reason I do what I want to do is because I went through it all alone, since I was 12 years old I was let down by everyone and this is so much harder to do it on your own. I would never wish that upon anyone and I am going to make sure that I am that person to help the ones that have no one.
isn’t there a part of the bible where god gets mad at a fig tree for not having any figs on it and curses the fig tree?
yeah there legit is that’s 100% true
Yes.
Oh my god
last time we reblogged this we got anon hate from the christian community. You guys really are passionate about your figs.
I just love that they included this story like do you think Jesus and the Lads just retold that story every time they had a drink like “NEVER HAVE I EVER CURSED A FIG TREE” and Jesus is like “you GUYS”
>And his disciples heard him
I don’t think they were supposed to hear it
“It has been said, ‘time heals all wounds.’ I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone.”
— Rose Kennedy (via thoughtkick)
I feel like this is very important.
My scars are my tiger stripes. My battle scars
They remind me off what I have been through and how low I have been, and although I may add to them sometimes, I know it will ever be as bad as it has been.
Although most of my issues remain with me and doubt they will ever go, throughout life I have learned how to cope with them and handle them in a less destructive way.
I’m trying I really am.
“Sometimes you don’t get closure. You just move on.”
— Unknown
Sometimes just by moving on. You get closure.
say it with me now..
2018 Goals
Since last week I’ve been getting extra money at work for free
Yo Canada, quick question. Why is your money see through?!?
so we can shine a laser pointer through the window and see the value amount projected afar as added protection from forgeries
Yo USA, why the FUCK are we still using fragile scraps of linen like fucking animals when we could have fucking Laser Show Dollars instead?
Ha
That went well.
Back again a couple of weeks later, will get the hang of this but I guess it’s cool just now because no ones looking it, it’s more just like a journal at the moment, well we will get there😂😂😂
Why does it feel wrong to use emojis on tumblr?
Source
This is sad.
I remember in high school all my friends were really mentally ill, as was I. At the time we didn’t know it was illness we were all just ‘BROKEN’.
We only had each other up, we had to talk each other down, clean each other up, sneaking out my mums house for friends that desperately needed someone but no one was there to help.
MENTAL HEALTH IN CHILDREN IS INCREDIBLY IMPORTANT.
Supporting children is the best thing to do, childhood trauma of some form is often the root cause of mental illness, ensure to support the child because doing it alone is the hardest thing in the world.
This also of course may prevent mental illness going into adulthood.
YET THERE IS NO FUNDING FOR CHILD MENTAL HEALTH SERVICES! Although this is where the problem, they are in fact decreasing funding as THERE IS NO MONEY IN MENTAL HEALTH SERVICES AT ALL!
What this is all about
Ok
I’m hoping one day this will be a successful mental health and self help blog. I have always dreamed of writing a self help blog from someone that completely understands, although I was never well enough to do so.
Instead I ended up with a tumblr venting my life and full of very self destructive content and images, in fact looking back now it is scary to see how unwell I was and what I was thinking.
Instead of using tumblr to make a self help blog like I hoped, I instead used it to make my self worse. My only place to vent and access to pretty horrible things which the encouraged me and inspired me.
Guess that didn’t turn out so well.
So now I’m back, 7 years later to try again.
Hoping I stay well enough to keep it up, although it will never be as bad as it was.
Although there may be a few posts where I’m pretty low but hoping to keep that to a minimum.
“Life goes on long after the thrill of living is gone, we walk on”
— John Cougar Mellencamp
ITS SHITE BEING SCOTTISH!!!
“I stopped going to therapy because I knew my therapist was right and I wanted to keep being wrong. I wanted to keep my bad habits like charms on a bracelet. I did not want to be brave. I think I like my brain best in a bar fight with my heart. I think I like myself a little broken. I’m ok if that makes me less loved. I like poetry better than therapy anyway. The poems never judge me for healing wrong.”
— Clementine von Radics (via oofpoetry)