Peer to peer supportive communities trending in social media are important to those with mental illness. Furthermore, efforts to reduce stigma, shame, as well as ending the silence in homes, schools and workplaces are well underway across the globe.
Suicide Prevention is an essential necessity in our modern world. Thirty two years ago my brother died by suicide. Hushed secrets, shame & disgrace prevented our family from talking about it. Instead, my mother anguished year after year in silence. I buried it and it took on a life inside my precariously promiscuous wild life.
Guest blogger: John Arenburg.
If you have been an avid follower of my work then you will know that I don't take my mental illnesses laying down. I have been in the fight for a very long time and have been very successful in the past of winning enough battles to enjoy a quality of life that has produced happier times and great moments that I will alway treasure.
I don't know what it's like accessing mental health services in your area but if they are anything like where I am from then you are faced with months long wait times, shortage of mental health practitioners and when you do get it, it can take forever and a day to get enrolled into a mental health group setting and or workshops.
The earliest memory I have is sitting inside the dark confines of a cupboard, layered in blue formica. Screams echoed around me, but the walls of my mind and space protected me.
Scrolling through Instagram today, I came across a post that read, “I wish I was as fat as I was the first time I thought I was fat.” I couldn’t help but cringe and try to imagine my own thinking along these lines.
Why is it that my motivation and energy for my advocacy is so on point and strong, yet the motivation to head outside and take a long hike for myself is difficult to form into a habit?
PTSD: The Impact Of Stigma On Firefighters. An Inside Perspective
For fifteen years of my life I had the great honor of being part of the volunteer fire service family. I, like most people who sign up, caught the fire service fever. As a result, it got into my blood and still runs through my veins to this day.
Suicide Awareness Day in England is tomorrow, April 5th, 2019. For me, it began in 1987 when it stole my older brother from our family. His diagnosis was Manic Depressive and Mild Schizophrenia Disorder. He lived in a broken home, my mother rarely supported men and my father was abusive towards him
Daydreaming about my younger days I often recall the times I told people, "I have to put my face on," prior to leaving my house. Makeup just seemed to make me feel better and evened out my pale skin, freckles, and pimples. why I didn't feel comfortable going out into the world in my natural skin, who knows. Was I trying to hide my face? Maybe.