Momming… you know, like adulting, but with more responsibility, higher stakes, and less opportunity to whine about having to do it… is hard.
There is a lot of stigma towards mental illness but I was involved in a situation where I felt it firsthand.
They didn’t have to reach out the way they did. They didn’t have to do anything. But they did. I don’t know what the little group of Christian women thought when they heard I’d gone missing, or that the police were called. How could a CHRISTIAN be suicidal, and be taken to the EMERGENCY ROOM […]
So you have reared your ugly head again.
It breaks my heart when I see or hear of people saying this to people who struggle with mental illness.
What do you think when you hear the term “mentally ill”? Stigma can make it difficult for people to accept that they need help. I’m here to say, I NEED HELP and that’s okay.
It broke my heart that my mom never got the help she needed. What would it take for me to seek the help I didn’t think I needed?
As I flipped through the pictures it was like someone had documented my moods in selfies.
I hadn’t wanted to act that way. But it was like something took over my brain and my body.
Dr. D got down on her knees, forced me to make eye contact and said very clearly… “It’s not your fault.”