Hi everyone, Just to let you know, I am now a guest blogger at sicknotweak.com and will have articles posted there every other Thursday. I will post the link here in case anyone wants to have a quick read. https://www.sicknotweak.com/2018/11/raw-and-open-bpd/ Thank you and stay strong and safe. Jody
A few weeks ago, I took myself completely out of my comfort zone and attended a Mental Health event that was hosted by a good friend of mine. The speakers were all people I either knew or were familiar with and the 100 or so attendees were all people dealing with or supporting … Continue reading Post-Outing Hangover
I have always been leery of mental health medications. Between the advertisements and the paper insert with the three reasons it may work, and the 150 possible risks ranging from nausea and headaches to blurry vision, tremors and death. The true irony being the warning that anti-depressants can actually increase suicidal thoughts and actions…isn’t … Continue reading My Anti-Depressant Withdrawal in a Nutshell
Hey there everyone, I hope this message finds you well. I need some help please...I have a media opportunity to meet one of my readers that has been helped by my writing, the article below specifically. I am looking for someone in NY or any of the surrounding states. If interested, please message me at … Continue reading Looking for help with a media project
I don’t like mirrors. I avoid them whenever I can. It’s not just the fact I am insecure about how I look, it’s more that I catch myself staring intently, looking for any speck of what used to be me; the me that used to have friends; the me that used to be … Continue reading Will I Ever Know Who I Am?
I was eight years old the first time I tried to kill myself. I was already in an unbearable amount of emotional pain from being bounced around the foster care system, being physically and sexually abused, and neglected for the first 18 months of my life. Even after I was adopted I still found myself … Continue reading My Journey with Suicide…a book excerpt
As a kid, I thought my parents were superheroes. My dad worked his butt off, constantly traveling and my mom stayed home to watch six kids. I always felt secure, and I knew that they loved me. There comes the point in your childhood when you realize life isn’t forever. For me, it was a … Continue reading Orphan….by Beka Lombardo