At the beginning of last month, my world began to cave in on me. There's nothing like finding yourself on a city street feeling confused, disoriented, and so stressed, you couldn't even figure out where you were, or why. I was unsafe and needed to quickly get to safety. Once I did, my brain couldn't … Continue reading Emotional Support?
Emotional Support
No One Wants To Suffer
"No one wants to suffer. No one wants to be lonely. No one wants to live in fear. No one wants to lose everything. No one wants their heart ripped to shreds. No one want to be sick. And, no one wants to die. But these things happen in life. So the least we can … Continue reading No One Wants To Suffer
When You’re Sick…
“When you're sick, who does the shopping or takes you to the doctor? Who do you talk to when you are upset?" In other words, who provides you with emotional and practical support? Some patients gave us surprising answers: 'My dog' or 'My therapist' – or 'nobody.'” ―Bessel A. van der Kolk
Trying To Cope
Have you ever wondered if you're trying too hard? If you have to question yourself, then you probably are. But what if you're being told that you aren't trying hard enough? It's incredibly confusing, and downright counterintuitive, to have someone tell you you're not trying hard enough when they don't actually see how hard you … Continue reading Trying To Cope
Incurable
***Potential Trigger Warning*** Friday night, I stupidly read my new diagnosis for the first time. And then I sat here in tears. The old diagnosis, which I've had for a long time, is … Continue reading Incurable
A Broken, Pretty Mess
When I came home Wednesday afternoon, after being at the doctor's office for HOURS (You know your doctor is good when EVERYONE wants to see her.), I didn't realize how awful I felt. I remember coming inside, hanging up my coat, taking in the mail, feeding Cat and Kitten a little earlier than usual, changing … Continue reading A Broken, Pretty Mess
Head Meet Sink
I detest going from graceful human-being to absolute klutz. Try explaining cuts, burns, bumps, and bruises to people without looking like a battered woman. It's damn near impossible. A few months ago my right wrist was covered in scratches of varying lengths. To the average passerby, it would have looked like I'd tried to harm … Continue reading Head Meet Sink
Long Days, Short Nights
The days are way too long. The nights are too fucking short. Sleep is hard to come by, but man, I'm trying. I was raised to believe that doing your best is "enough", providing it is truly "your best". I suffer from "Superwoman Syndrome". This is a real thing. I'm an overachiever that has this … Continue reading Long Days, Short Nights
Written by LISA MARINO-Molchanova 