I once heard of a study that said something to the effect that for people to be sane they need to have physical contact with other humans every day. I don’t remember the amount of contact involved but I do remember thinking that there was no way I even came close to that. (more…)
When you grow up in what can only be described by the dysfunctional of families in town as the MOST dysfunctional family in town, you have to learn to search elsewhere for some sort of stabilizing influence. While I never really had a lot of contact with my Aunt, the contact I did have has had tremendous influence on my tenuous grasp of stability. (more…)
It is a tradition in my family that this is the time of year that we all have emotional meltdowns. I grew up knowing that the last week of July/First week of August was going to be pretty traumatic. (more…)
One of the pieces of advice that I have received numerous times over the years is that a pet will help my mental health. This suggestion was usually met with “uhh I can’t successfully take care of myself so how is it fair to bring some poor innocent animal into this mess?” (more…)
Okay, we’ve all done it… in a moment of desperation and hopelessness we Google “reasons to live”. You know how I know? (more…)
In July 2015 I found myself in a really bad place mentally. I had once again hit the bottom of that deep dark hole that is mental illness. I found myself sitting on my couch bemoaning the fact that I couldn’t afford to get the help that I needed. Then, in a rare moment of clarity, I remembered an unusual way to combat anxiety I had been told by a therapist.