"Asking for help when things are tough dose [sic] not mean you are weak. It is very important to recognise when things are getting serious and your mental health is low, especially when it interferes with your ability to cope on a day-to-day basis. Mental health problems range from stress and worries that all of us experience at some times in our lives.
With the right support, many people manage their mental health problems and lead fulfilling lives.
Remember: A problem shared is a problem halved"
found this quote tonight...
but
...what if every day of your life is a mental-health-low day? Do you call for help every day?
...what if every day you're unable to cope with 'normal' or 'easy' things? Do you call for help every day?
...what if every time you call for help you're not halving the problem...you're sharing it, sure, but you're burdening someone else -even if they ARE paid to listen ...you're still burdening...
I tried that, people only seem to help for a little while..then I guess they get tired... maybe they just don't know how fragile we are...or maybe they do but they just run out of caring. Four years... That always seems to be the limit for people around me, they last for four years, then I've sucked them dry..they don't want to be burdened with me anymore. They leave. Leaving me always more in pieces then i was when they got there. It never goes away..it always hurts just the same...
ReplyDeleteI've learned if they're paid to listen its the only thing they don't do. They're so busy trying to re-diagnosis me...they don't hear a word I say. I have a diagnosis already.. Sometimes I just want someone to hear me. But I think there's something wrong with me. I always think...if I was better it would happen. They would see me, hear me for the first time.. maybe if I was prettier, thinner...louder, quieter, I'm always too much and never enough....
i'm sorry if saying that made you feel bad or stressed you out in anyway...I wasn't trying to make this about me. I just, I think I know maybe a little bit of how you feel sometimes... I don't know how to talk really... Everything in my mind is so fragmented all the time it's hard to put into words what I'm trying to say. It's your blog, it's about you, sorry if it seemed like I was trying to make it about me.
ReplyDeleteNOT AT ALL!!!! -MADE ME FEEL LESS ALONE- THANK YOU!!!...
DeleteMY mind feels EXACTLY like that too ...like a computer's CPU that needs De-fragmented -that's why i began writing my mental health thoughts and feelings here -to try to sort it out in my my head;; to try try to GET IT OUT of my head!!!
Yeah, I started one too last night. I guess I'm copying you, but it seems to help to vent..
Deletenot copying AT ALL -inspired to do your own thing...nothing better than a good ol' vent... 'specially if you can do it secretly ....it means you don't need to bottle things up...if you make your account on here i'll follow your 'n you can follow mine and hopefully we can muddle through the mess of of minds together?? = )
DeleteThat sounds like fun actually, which is hilarious that something like that would be exciting for me. But..we seem a bit alike.
ReplyDeleteit helps to not feel so alone...even if i does make me a little sad that you are sad...
ReplyDeleteheh I feel like that only about you. God, I was worried if you read it that it would make you feel bad which please don't do that. I love reading your blog.. I sound so much happier on facebook and it's weird cause I guess I am...I get so sad when Im alone..my thoughts, I can hear them, my feelings become such a never ending pit and I feel myself falling deeper and deeper when Im alone. Doesn't that seem so weird.. When my doctor started working with me he slowly fixed a lot of things for me, the medications helped but mostly it was therapy. I'm not afraid to go outside anymore...Well at least if someone is there. A friend or something....
ReplyDeleteditto, ditto, ditto, ditto -except my agoraphobia has crippled me...
ReplyDeleteI made it public. I think that will work now. I know...I know what it's like. I have threads of something I think like that... I can't cook sometimes, I'm afraid of everything in my house. I systematically unlock and lock doors to make sure that it's locked. I can't drive, Im afraid of cars. I'm afraid of holding pencils while doing anything, I'm afraid of...everything.
ReplyDeletei'm lucky I guess..I have a fiance...he's seen me at the worst... I dont remember it mostly, my mind has a way of erasing everything that it doesn't want. But he was supposed to move with me somewhere and he couldn't so I was there alone with the best friend in my blog and some other people that I thought were my friends but they didn't like me...Im still not sure why and their constant yelling and talking about me just...Idk, I lost it. By the time my other friend got there it had been 9 months and I was barely coherent. he stayed with me...helped me get better enough to move back home.. we got an apt together now a house... he spends every minuet with me. He sorta understands that I need so mmuch attention. I feel horrible doing that to him. It's not fair that he should have to divert all of his time and energy into looking at me when I talk even though I don't look at him. Into hearing me because it causes me so much distress to speak and not be heard. Is he ignoring me, is he just not listening, why is he ignoring me, why isn't he listening, etc, etc.. I have pets...that helps a lot too I think. :) when he's not there they are and they sit with me all day..it's not so lonely. So many cats...
ReplyDeleteSorry im talking so much, I just urgh, I have so much to say. It's just so weird meeting someone who actually understands! Who knows what it feels like to just...do all the things I do.
ReplyDeleteyeah, it's weird, but a good-weird... = )
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