I am the problem I have adjudged. I provoke the turmoil and pain. Tears. Uneasiness. Low self esteem. No self-worth. I recognize childhood when my Dad was the problem. I was absolute in deliberating that I would never be the same. Learned behaviour. I am the problem. I accept this today.
I sit in my car clutching the car steering wheel in my driveway and cry convulsively. I want to drive and not come back. Mentally I shame and discredit myself when I examine the things I have said. The guilt is paralyzing. I want to ESCAPE. How disturbing to resign from life and household responsibilities… Read More
I repetitively struggle with my emotions. I felt different as a child, a teen, and I feel peculiar as an adult. My conflict and emotional pain is real. Unfortunately, mental health stigma never ceases to exist. It exists within family, the general public, and even within mental health organizations. social stigma is characterized by prejudicial attitudes… Read More
The store opens in 45 minutes and I am having one of ‘those’ days. A day where to type in this blog requires motivation and my get-up-and-go is gone. I can barely scratch it down. I want to dodge and reject shit. I want to ‘tune out’ the government that has called me several times,… Read More