Tag: health

Dear Diary

I never realized this but looking back at my previous posts, this blog is almost like a diary for me. Except i have people reading it…. It’s actually quite amazing how much a person can change in their lifetime and what different events can happen. A little anxiety provoking, but nonetheless also very exciting. I just really want to help someone. I know what a shit hole mental illness can be and feel like, so I’m writing my experiences to say that you’re not alone. And there are millions of us just like you. Some like to keep it quieter than others, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist. Break the stigma.

Yours Truly,

Stigmasaywhat

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Scrapes and Bruises

I had a moment which i never really had. I looked down at my stretch marks, smiled and felt beyond proud of myself. I have overcome so much in life and the stretch marks are a reminder of that. They remind me of what tried to put an end to me, but ultimately, I put an end to it. For some reason they show me how badass I am for having gone through so much shit, and still being able to come out alive.

When you go through a rocky trail, you’re bound to get a few scrapes and bruises. I’ve been through one hell of a rocky trail and my stretch marks are my scrapes and bruises. They tell a story, my story. I’m the only one who gets to tell the story of my trail. What has your trail said?

Yours Truly,

Stigmasaywhat

The Depression is Calling…

I’m depressed again and I don’t know why. Somehow when this happens, I feel the need to find a significant other. Maybe I think that it will help with my depression or maybe I just need that close connection. I feel like something is missing in my life. I don’t know whether it’s the BPD or if I really am lacking something.

Yours Truly,

Stigmasaywhat

Defining Words

It’s been a while since I’ve posted. I’m trying to find the balance between not letting my mental illness consume my life but still acknowledging it and talking about mental health. As I try and find out who I am without having the labels define me, I’ve noticed that I have no idea who I am. Well, I have some idea and would love to learn more. It’s a scary territory, to see yourself without having the comfort of a label to define you. It makes me feel so vulnerable and eager and scared and excited.

Everyday I need to remind myself that I am not my mental illness and it doesn’t define who I am. I am a person who has interests, hobbies, likes, dislikes and so much more. I hope that you have the courage to remind yourself of this as well.

Yours Truly,

Stigmasaywhat

Survivor?

People like to think that we are survivors of mental illness. But are we really survivors? To me, surviving something means that whatever it was is over with. Does mental illness really stop or do we just learn to live with it? I don’t think of myself as a survivor. I’m just living with a mental illness. I’m just being. If calling yourself a survivor is what gives you strength than I am all for it. But I am curious…would you call yourself a survivor or are you just living with it?

Yours Truly,

Stigmasaywhat

No more mental illness?

What if we lived in a world with no mental illness? How would we know our own strength? They say try to think of the positives in a situation so that is how I’m going about mental illness. Without it, we wouldn’t know who the fighters and warriors are in life. We wouldn’t appreciate things the same way when they go right, because when they do, how much more grateful are you? I’m not one to think that everything happens for a reason, but I do believe that you have the choice to accept things for what they are, and still move forward. Mental illness makes us warriors. It makes us stronger than ever. It sometimes hardens us but it also makes us vulnerable and open to feeling new things. Without it, we would be totally different people. I don’t think the same kind of strength would be inside us. That strength to fight and survive and to live.

Yours Truly,

Stigmasaywhat