Tag: mental 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

Choices

It’s been a while since I’ve been here. Things have been good, and I mean really good. Of course I have my shitty days and shitty moods still, but who doesn’t? I’ve realized that as much as mental illness isn’t your choice to have, you still have the choice of which direction your life is going. Despite it all, you can still choose to do something great with yourself. It doesn’t have to be great for me, great for your friend, great for your mentor, it just has to be great for you.

I’ve worked my ass off trying to build a life not based on any labels I’ve been given. And you know what? It feels real good. I challenge you to do something for yourself that you’ve always wanted to do. Big or small, who cares. It’s the little things that matter.

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

The One

Why is finding a significant other such an important thing? We can find joy in friends, family, hobbies, really anything. Is it something about an unconditional love that we strive for? Or is it to find our other half? But why? Why are we not good enough for ourselves? It’s normal and healthy for humans to strive for relationships. I just don’t know why there is such an emphasis to get a significant other as soon as possible. I believe that some of us aren’t meant to have one, and that’s ok. Or maybe given circumstances it just hasn’t worked out with anyone, which is perfectly fine too. Is it really our purpose to find someone and procreate? It’s hard enough to love ourselves, and to find someone else to do it seems amazing yet sometimes not necessary. Sometimes self love and the love from family and friends is enough to suffice. Thoughts?

Yours Truly,

Stigmasaywhat

Interpreting and Control

I just watched a video saying that life is how you interpret it. You have to try and be positive and stay on the bright side to reduce anxiety/depression/etc. No kidding! If we really had a choice do you think we would be hiding in our rooms for days on end? Sometimes it’s not a choice. It’s just how we are wired, and that’s ok. But it just bothers me when people say just be positive. No, it’s not that simple. I wouldn’t have depression and I would make this all go away if it was that simple to just look on the bright side.

Now I feel like my argument is giving us loss of control. Which I know, is the worst thing to do. I’ve just accepted that this is how my brain works and sometimes thinking on the positive side doesn’t work for me. I think we can have control and still not be positive. When that happens, I am aware of my thoughts and know that they happen. What do you guys think about this topic?

Yours Truly,

Stigmasaywhat