Sometimes people don’t even believe those close to them about a problem because it feels like another reality. When did you realize they were right?
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That my friend, Josh, is dead. He died last September, and today is his birthday (February 2nd, 2007) We celebrated his birthday in the lunch room today and that's when I realized he's not coming back. I'm not going to see him ever again, actually, this post is perfect for me because I really, desperately wanted to get that out today. I knew he was dead, but I never BELIEVED it or anything...
Here's his tribute page.
(Love ya, Josh!)
https://www.tributearchive.com/obituaries/25955852/joshua-anthony-cheatham
Sorry if it takes too long to load, it's laggy for me as well :(
In early to mid 2022 I finally figured out that I'm seriously mentally screwed up. I kept thinking myself into a hole so to speak, always telling myself that I'm faking and it's normal. Then, I was hospitalized. Four times. In less than 4 months. I learned about a lot of acronyms they put on my medical records: ptsd, mdd, bpd, gad... alphabet soup basically. Now, I'm on the other end of all that mess, but still a mess. I developed terrible neurological side-effects from heavy medication, and I'm kind of a zombie tbh, but at least I've got help and knowledge on my side. It's been a rough journey that still hasn't ended, but I know my way around so much more than I did then. If you feel like I did, this is your sign to reach out. Recovery is possible, and yes, you do deserve it. Stay strong!
Not a problem, but a few months ago I realized I was trans which is incredibly obvious in hindsight- like, obvious to the point where it's kinda funny. I genuinely hated she/her pronouns and was wearing a he/they pin for months before I actually came out cause I didn't want people to refer to me as she/her. It took me waaay too long to just realize that hey I can just. Be trans
lol that's amazing! That's how I feel sometimes, but not all of the time. It's weird and I can't explain it. (another reason I don't have pronouns next to my name lol)
I always ignored the poltics around me because I didn't want to be "that person" and I figured everything would turn out okay. Once I learned about Roe v Wade being overturned, and realized the precedent it had set, I realized that I needed to start being informed and aware, otherwise my rights would slowly disappear. I'm still a minor. but once I'm 16 I am absolutely going to protests, and voting every chance I get.
Side note: Anyone know of places where abortion, marrying who you want, and not going into debt because your dying are considered basic rights?
that's exactly how I feel! I heard about it and cried for days. Then it got overturned and I cried for weeks. I consider myself slightly involved in politics. I keep track of things that are important to me, but not voting and such just yet. There's so many terrible things that are going on right now in the US. I think about it a lot and honestly it makes my anxiety worse at night, but it's important to me to know it.
All my life I never realised that I had social anxiety & anxiety issues because I always had my close friends around me. In last one year things have changed & I have realised I have so many issues. It feels I was living in a protective bubble. In past I never addressed my issues & dismissed them telling myself everything is fine with you. Now that I am not in denial reality has hit me hard
me too. I thought certain things were normal, until I found people on here and other places talking about feelings and being diagnosed with depression and anxiety, and I felt all of those feelings. I'm officially diagnosed now but no one around me seems to completely understand.
I knew that I had PTSD ever since I finished my second tour in Iraq, but I never did anything about it - that is, until my wife suggested I seek help from a therapist and it's helped a great deal. While my shrink, therapy group, and psychologist are a big help, I think that my wife is my true rock to lean on...
I realized a few years ago my parents have a golden child (not me). I've come to terms with it. What still irks me is that they deny it.
I tried to ignore my ptsd. long story short, almost killed myself before i seeked help. dark times. sadly these past two weeks have been horrible as well.
I’m going to have social anxiety for the rest of my life, even with tons of exposure therapy there will always be things that I will not be able to do because of it.
I’ve come to terms with it, but I hate thinking about it.
me too. I don't consider mine to be that bad but it's starting. I already have anxiety and I think it's starting to stem into also having social anxiety. It's so hard for me to be in crowds, and when I am I'm overly emotional and scared. I can't do more than two social things a day. Today I went to a market and it was really overwhelming to me, then my boyfriend surprised me and came over to see me. I was so disconnected the whole time and it felt like forever. I wanted him to leave so I could cool down, because it was right after I had gotten home. I was already shaking from the market and he didn't make it any better. There's not a good way I can explain it to anyone either. It's getting worse too. The last time I saw my psychiatrist I cried the whole time because I was so freaked out. We can get through this!
Seeing Mom TV series. It helped me realize I have a problem and changed my life forever.
my amazing best friend, the love of my life, passed in the 4th grade. I found out the year after because I had transferred schools, when I found out I kept on saying "shes not dead, she cant be gone already" but it made my mental health go down, I started having flashbacks of what we used to do but it was like I was reliving it again, but it wasnt with her, it was someone else. Apparently I had made a coping method by "remaking" good times with another person in dreams and thoughts. my mind manipulated me, but, as things got exactly replicated, it showed that person also dying, my parents thought I was just lying to my friends that a friend had died because I never told them about the first. They thought I did it for sympathy or whatever, the realization of that this friend wasnt real, made me realize the first death was real, and she really isnt coming back....
