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PARTICIPANTS WANTED!
MAY IS MENTAL HEALTH AWARENESS MONTH!!! This year, I am embarking on a project to create a gallery of people who have mental health struggles, both current and past. I would love if you send this message to your friends and send any pics you want or your friends want to put in the gallery to me along with a short description of your illness! Please help me #BreakTheStigma
~Gina
PARTICIPANTS WANTED!
MAY IS MENTAL HEALTH AWARENESS MONTH!!! This year, I am embarking on a project to create a gallery of people who have mental health struggles, both current and past. I would love if you send this message to your friends and send any pics you want or your friends want to put in the gallery to me along with a short description of your illness! Please help me #BreakTheStigma
~Gina
PARTICIPANTS WANTED!
MAY IS MENTAL HEALTH AWARENESS MONTH!!! This year, I am embarking on a project to create a gallery of people who have mental health struggles, both current and past. I would love if you send this message to your friends and send any pics you want or your friends want to put in the gallery to me along with a short description of your illness! Please help me #BreakTheStigma
~Gina
This is Dotty and her story is one of faith, hardships, struggles, and so much more. She was able to start mending her mental wounds with her faith and science. Take it away, Dotty!!
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Okay, Gina, here goes.........
I asked my pcp doctor about
when to seek help for depression after I was having debilitating feelings of grief and hopelessness that I could not control. It was hard to function normally, but I didn't want to admit that I was dealing with real depression.
(Being a Christian, I thought that God and I should be able to handle this problem by ourselves.)
My doctor suggested that I at least talk with a licensed therapist, and I am so very glad I did.
My therapist listened, encouraged, recommended medication, and prayed for me. She really helped me get through several difficult years.
I am doing well now. I am still taking medication (Abruptly quitting it is a BIG mistake!) to help prevent depression and to help me focus. I have learned (and am still learning) not to judge myself so harshly or compare myself to others. It is wonderful to feel grateful for life again!
Well that's it. I hope it helps! 🙂
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This is Julia! She is one of my closest friends and something I found interesting is that she thought most of her feelings were normal. This seems to be a common experience with those who have less than ideal mental health-- they don't realize it. It's harder to recognize than a getting winded while walking up steps or a fever. I'll let Julia take it from here 💚
I've dealt with anxiety and depression probably since about sixth grade. It pretty much came from always being that kid that other kids isolated, picked on, or bullied. I don't know why I was always that child, it kind of seemed unfair that I was always that one chosen. So when it came to middle School I never wanted to talk to anyone and I got to the point I would self harm and even tried to kill myself for it; because why put up with it anymore, am my right? Kids always using me to make fun of or push me away at lunch time. Then, having a father that was very gruff and never seem to bother to understand their child never helped, either. Anything I said or felt never matter just because I'm the child. Ever since high school I lost a lot of people that abused my kindness. My anxiety and codependency from losing all those people make me over think pretty much everything. Every thought is an unnecessary worry. I get afraid to even talk to new people because I think that there making fun of me behind my back. It seems to be people pick up on my awkwardness from that. Call me socially awkward. My anxiety and depression make me overthink on how much I do to try to please people and kicks in the depression because I wonder why I don't have it returned. My brain just likes to overthink everything. It makes me very annoyed with myself.
I can't say it hasn't gotten better, but I'm just one of those people that's still a work in progress. Out of college for now until I figure out what I want to spend my life doing. Take each day as a new opportunity is what I tell myself now. Even if you're at the bottom it can only go up from there.
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PARTICIPANTS WANTED!
MAY IS MENTAL HEALTH AWARENESS MONTH!!! This year, I am embarking on a project to create a gallery of people who have mental health struggles, both current and past. I would love if you send this message to your friends and send any pics you want or your friends want to put in the gallery to me along with a short description of your illness! Please help me #BreakTheStigma
~Gina
Today we have another novelist, Liz! She has a lot to say about a lot of important subjects. Liz, take it away!
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I’ve hated my body ever since I was a child and I’ve never really had a healthy relationship with food. I always felt fat and ugly even though I wasn’t. As I grew into my preteen years, I started to get worse. I started avoiding mirrors and hating pictures. I always assumed it was just normal. It kept getting worse and I went through episodes of not eating and binging. The only thing that helped me was having to go on steroids and losing control of my weight. Now that I’m off of them and heavier than ever, I’m back to where I started. I feel like nobody really takes my image issues seriously. I don’t really take pictures anymore. I don’t wear tight things or show some parts of me. When I look in the mirror, I see a fat suit sized human.
I’ve suffered from anxiety for as long as I can remember. I get overstimulated easily, especially before performing. It’s never been overly bad but it’s always there. I’ve been through therapy and it helped. I haven’t had a panic attack in a long time but I don’t think it’s ever gonna go away.
I started suffering from depression in summer 2015 shortly after my first breakup. My family was a mess and my best friend wasn’t speaking to me. I had alienated almost everyone in my life and I didn’t feel like I had anyone left. When I told my mom, she pushed it off as me “just being upset”. I started therapy for anxiety but I didn’t really get much help depression wise until I started self harming that winter. I was honestly approaching suicidal to the point where I seriously considered taking pills and ending it. I stopped after someone at school found out and reported me. I still don’t know who did it, but I owe them my entire life. I know now how stupid it was of me to do that but at the time it seemed like the only option. I got better after that and now I only have short episodes, usually centered around my illness and all that comes with it. It’s easy to feel hopeless sometimes when your whole life is ripped away from you and you have to learn to live entirely different.
I also had a short period in my life after being forced to do sexual acts where I would have severe trembling and flashbacks of the event. I don’t know what to really call that diagnosis wise. I don’t talk about it at all and this is the first time I’ve ever really said anything to anyone about it. It doesn’t really bother me much now. The past is the past although I still have a few triggers that make me start to shake when they happen.
My mental health has been shoved to the side over the last two years because of my physical health. Being ill really put a lot into perspective for me and even though it was really hard, I feel like it honestly helped my mental health. Music has always really helped me as well.
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Would you like to share your story?? Send me a DM with a pic, a name you want me to use, and your story of mental health high and lows! Spread the awareness by reblogging and liking this post. Join the fight to BREAK THE STIGMA!!
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MAY IS MENTAL HEALTH AWARENESS MONTH!!! This year, I am embarking on a project to create a gallery of people who have mental health struggles, both current and past. I would love if you send this message to your friends and send any pics you want or your friends want to put in the gallery to me along with a short description of your illness! Please help me #BreakTheStigma
~Gina
This is the first person I dont personally know to participate in my photo project!! I am very excited to introduce you to The Nightfall System!! She is very unique in that she has DID (formerly known as multiple personality disorder) along with some others. I'll let her take it away!
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I am diagnosed with dissociative identity disorder, generalized anxiety disorder, other specified feeding or eating disorder, dyspraxia, ADD, major depressive disorder, C-PTSD, depersonalization and derealization disorder. Yeah..That’s a lot! My mental health has impacted my life since I was a child. I’ve also lost 1-9 people every year since I was 9 years old, which just intensified everything. However, that being said, I have an amazing husband. I have a great job, I have a lot of my energy back that I never thought I’d have again, I’m going to be the first person in my family to have a four year degree, and I’m slowly healing from my traumas. That doesn’t mean I don’t have bad days, it doesn’t mean I never skip a meal, or have panic attacks. But at least I have the tools I need to cope and to function and I’m proud of the person I am. My health does not define me, I decide my story, and how I cope with what I have.
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PARTICIPANTS WANTED!
MAY IS MENTAL HEALTH AWARENESS MONTH!!! This year, I am embarking on a project to create a gallery of people who have mental health struggles, both current and past. I would love if you send this message to your friends and send any pics you want or your friends want to put in the gallery to me along with a short description of your illness! Please help me #BreakTheStigma
~Gina
This is Rachel and here is her story to share. Hers is important because, while she is not officially diagnosed, she was able to recognize her symptoms and work on changing her behaviors to healthy ones. Keep on trucking, Rachel!!
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I suffer from anxiety and am recovering from an eating disorder. I went through a lot my freshman year of college, when I started feeling so worthless that any mistake I made would lead to anxiety attacks or self-harm. I've had problems with my weight since childhood, and they manifested into starving myself or, if I ate too much, forcing food out of my stomach. It's been over a year since I realized I needed to stop, but sometimes a full stomach still makes me feel horrible about myself, and the scars on my arms don't really seem to fade. But I'm happier now than I was then, and I'm working to leave this part of my life behind me every day.
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If you would like to share your story, hit me up with a DM of a photo and a short description of your mental health highs and lows!! Reblog to spread the word 😘😘
iM LAUGHING LIKE A MANIAC MY RAT JUST WENT INSIDE MY BROTHER’S TOY CAR AND SAT IN THE FRONT SEAT
AM I SUPPOSE TO LAUGH AT THE RAT OR THE DOG
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MAY IS MENTAL HEALTH AWARENESS MONTH!!! This year, I am embarking on a project to create a gallery of people who have mental health struggles, both current and past. I would love if you send this message to your friends and send any pics you want or your friends want to put in the gallery to me along with a short description of your illness! Please help me #BreakTheStigma
~Gina
I'm so excited to share Carina's story with you. Theirs is one of a lot of sh*t happening all at once. Here is their story:
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(Sorry this is rlly long lmao)
trigger warning: r*pe, guns
My formal diagnosis in borderline personality disorder, post-traumatic stress disorder, and major depressive disorder. I was diagnosed with MDD and generalized anxiety disorder in middle school and received treatment in high school. However, after being sexually assaulted by several people, being threatened at gunpoint by a romantic partner, and then being accused an incredibly heinous crime by another romantic partner (and then taken to court for it) all before my eighteenth birthday, my diagnosis changed. I was incorrectly diagnosed with manic depression/bipolar disorder my first year of college, which led to me being improperly medicated and eventually hospitalized for a suicide attempt. When I was told I had PTSD, everything made sense—I had gone through a lot already at this point, and was still dealing with a legal trial over a year after it should have been put to bed, still having to check in with a probation officer, missing out on all the things that college freshmen should do.
Borderline personality disorder manifests out of trauma: in my case, being raped, threatened, and fearful of jail time as a teen completely destroyed me. Therapists have noted that the sexual assault I have faced between ages 14-20 were catalysts in both PTSD and BPD diagnoses, but that the legal battle I endured is what triggered both conditions to take form in their fullest way. Someone else’s actions gave me this condition. I was just along for the ride. BPD is not a mental health condition that go into remission, like depression and anxiety can sometimes do. It’s with you forever—you can only dull the symptoms. It makes me impulsive, overly intense, too trusting, and I often push boundaries in relationships where I shouldn’t. But on the brighter side, it makes me extremely empathetic, easy to talk to, and compassionate.
I am so incredibly appreciative for the support system I have and that I have the means to afford medicine and weekly therapy appointments. Four years ago, I was convinced I would be dead by this time of my life. Yet, I’m here: working two jobs, going to grad school, finished my undergrad early, and having a thriving social life full of people that I love. People with PTSD are not crazy. People with depression are not weak. People with BPD are not monsters, despite what others will tell you. Despite all of this trauma and turmoil, I exist. That is good enough reason as any to prove how strong mentally ill people really are.
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Want to share YOUR story for mental health awareness month?? Send me a photo of you and your mental health highs and lows!! I will only use your name if you give me permission 💚💚 like and reblog to show your support to those who are struggling with an invisible illness.
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MAY IS MENTAL HEALTH AWARENESS MONTH!!! This year, I am embarking on a project to create a gallery of people who have mental health struggles, both current and past. I would love if you send this message to your friends and send any pics you want or your friends want to put in the gallery to me along with a short description of your illness! Please help me #BreakTheStigma
~Gina
some of yall never paid attention in english class when you were supposed to learn basic fiction writing structres and it shows
i just saw a tweet about someone having to “endure” their fave not getting “narrative priority”. if you don’t understand that stories typically have a main character (or two or three, sometimes more but rarely) that a narrative centers on and secondary characters who are used to help build that narrative and think that that fact exists to hurt you personally, at this point i don’t know how to help you. read a book
the number of people replying with “i never learned this” with “this” being “stories have protagonists and narratives” is bizarre to me what the FUCK are y’all doing in english class
I learned that stuff just by reading.
People can understand fiction writing structure and still be upset their favorite isn’t getting much spotlight
But here’s the thing.
Your fav or not, the story is not yours. You are not writing it.
Maybe your fav is your fav, but that does not mean that the story is going to change to revolve around them. The author has no obligation to cater to what you want while telling their story.
