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Life after depression
I’m responding well to the ECT and started on a new MAOI.
But looking at Instagram is giving me life regrets about not traveling more before I had kids. My husband already traveled when he was younger. Now we have no money to travel thanks to my illness.
Underneath my depression is always overwhelming anxiety. I’ve been meditating daily and am intent on losing all this weight I’ve gained from meds and inactivity.
This is just the beginning of a new journey.... including finding a new job and focusing on health.
I need to focus on being grateful for what I have and the direction I’m going.
Woke up late. Feel like shit.
Have tons to do as I was a sloth yesterday. Cleaning, laundry, wrapping gifts, general putting things away and scrubbing stuff.
I just found out my kid is home.
I was certain she had gone with my mother (who lives here) to my brother’s house to visit my father (who I don’t speak to). But, no she’s just quietly playing in the living room down stairs.
None the less this has brought up all the feels about my father. I really need to deal with that emotional baggage. I can’t wait to EMDR the shit out of our entire history.
But first I have to ECT the crap out of my brain so I can function like a human again. With the right pills I can fake it for a bit, but that’s a bandaid...
If you would report an undocumented immigrant to ICE you would have reported me to the Nazis and I don’t fucking trust you
A note:
I live in a state where you “have to” report anyone you suspect of being undocumented (that wonderful hellhole of Arizona). Now in practice this law has fallen far short, thank goodness. But if you live in such a place and they start enforcing it, here is how you get around it:
Assume everyone who doesn’t speak English is visiting.
Never ask about their job, because if they tell you they work here then you know they’re not visiting. You see them a lot for several weeks or months? Hm. Someone in the family must be ill. That’s terribly tough. They always dress in old, ratty laborers’ clothes? I feel you, my dude, I can’t afford new clothes either, and my dad has the fashion sense of an aardvark, so sometimes it’s not even about “affording” them. They say they’ve been here for years? You must have misunderstood. Spanish isn’t your first language, after all. First and last name? It never came up, or you don’t recall–you meet a lot of people.
And then, if you’re asked: no, you haven’t seen anyone residing illegally in the United States. Just people visiting.
Very good very important addition
Essentially, this is the civil society version of a work-to-rule strike.
Don’t do more than is expressly asked of you, and do what you are asked with such an intense attention to protocol that not asking you at all becomes more effective than even bothering.
In this case:
“Have you seen an illegal immigrant?”
“Could you describe an illegal immigrant, officer?”
*officer describes a person who is in the country without appropriate paperwork, or who has crossed the border illegally*
“No, sir, I haven’t seen any illegal immigrant.”
And this is correct. You have NOT seen an illegal immigrant, because you have no way of knowing if Jose Fulano is here legally or not. And since you can’t see his paperwork (or lack thereof), and did not personally see him cross the border illegally, you are only answering precisely the question asked.
I’m not American, and I have like, three followers, but this is important.
So, I’m a lawyer, who deals with immigration though does not specialize in it. But here’s the thing(s):
1) Even someone who’s working could be here on a migrant (or other sort of) visa (hey, there are a few thousand per year, and *someone*’s got to get them, right?) or could be waiting for their case to resolve in immigration court, after having come to America to join a born or naturalized American family member.
2) Even people who are working improperly could have come into the country legally – and just overstayed their visa or be violating the conditions of their visa, and you have no idea what the niggly little regulations that govern that might be.
3) If a law enforcement officer asks you about a neighbor/friend/etc., take this moment to remind them that, unlike them, you cannot ask a random person off the street for their ID and be entitled to a response.
4) Even if someone has told you that they are undocumented, you still don’t know, do you? Humans lie all the time. How could you know for sure? You can’t, because they can’t prove that they have a lack of papers. Just because you haven’t seen papers doesn’t mean they don’t exist!
5) Don’t ever talk to cops in general. Why are you talking to a cop? Stop that, as soon as it is safe and feasible.
Love,
a very tired public defender
Moral of the story:
a) Don’t talk to cops
b) don’t asks questions you don’t want the answer to.
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156 lbs
Starting point
Fat & Tired
I am only a few pounds away from hitting my lifetime high, my pregnancy weight. 160lbs
I was productive this morning.
Had acupuncture and Mexican food..
Intended on doing some yoga, but failed...
Writing a list of how to loose belly fat...
I’m such a champion of body acceptance,
but I cannot accept this as my body...
No ice cream tonight!
I’ll start changing that habit tonight, I’m pretty sure that is a big part of this sudden expansion.
Feeling like a failure... but if I can do this I might regain some sense of self control 💪🏽
I am going back to my outpatient partial hospitalization program this morning. I’m tired of mental illness being something to be ashamed of or not talked about. It’s like having cancer, and yes I get to make that comparison as a survivor of both. But the cancer left me scarred with permanently disfigured, where you can’t see the depression, bipolar, anxiety, complex PTSD. It isn’t invisible, it is very visable in our actions & in our mind. I’ve gotten over the worst of it but am still struggling to do normal things and am only very slowly getting my life back.
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Bloggity blog blog
I wanted to start a blog, there are free sites for this bot it was super intense and stressful.
Then I found this!
I wanted to share my journey for mental, physical and spiritual health.
So, here we go.