Those suffering from depression, anxiety, and other mental illnesses are #InvisiblePainWarriors too.
Very few realized how true these words were to Robin Williams when he spoke them.
Tonight we are visiting with a friend who stopped by, out of the blue, to let us know that his wife passed away this morning. It was unexpected. She suffered from chronic pain, but nothing that was considered life threatening, until now.
It sounds like this condition had been affecting her for quite some time and progressed undiagnosed until it was too late. 😢
I have a very hard time comprehending situations like this one. I can’t imagine the pain that he will feel when the shock wears off.
I couldn’t do it. I wouldn’t survive. Continue reading
This is SO true and definitely hits home for me. Depression, severe anxiety, and panic attacks have taken hold of me again and have haunted nearly every minute of the past month or maybe longer. I used to hide it well, with the help of medication and willpower, but those are both failing right now and those around me have finally noticed. They have noticed a change in my physical appearance too, as I can’t maintain a healthy weight and look dangerously thin and sick. It’s strange when your invisible illnesses become visible. I hope we can all push through the pain to enjoy the holiday weekend. 🌼💜🌼
I like to think that I am a pretty happy person. I do my best to look at the silver lining in all situations. I laugh easily. Sometimes too easily. My jokes are corny. Sometimes I snort when I get to laughing too hard. I’m unbelievably ticklish. But even with all of that I suffer from depression. I hide it. Or I used to. Most people don’t know. That’s the way I liked it. Hidden. There’s a stigma that comes with mental illnesses. One that should not be there. A mental illness is an Illness all the same.
My depression stems from my battle with endometriosis. I take medication for it and it’s generally something I can keep at bay. But sometimes, despite my positive outlook and medication, it creeps up on me. It swallows me into a world of doubt. I start focusing on all that is negative and…
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Wow! I REALLY needed to read this right now. I have been struggling with an all-consuming and suffocating guilt which literally takes my breath away at times. Most of my guilt and regret originate from mistakes that I made years or even decades ago but somehow I have always managed to hurt those I love and cherish the most and no matter how much time passes, the scars in my heart remain. Still even more of those feelings continue to rise out of situations over which I have no control.
My anxiety and depression are at an all-time high and the panic attacks that I managed to control for years have returned with a vengeance.
If I could drill the words of this quote into my heart and mind, perhaps I could over-power and move past the pain which haunts my heart and tortures my mind.
This is a great post with important information and resources for a serious and all too common problem which affects not only women with Endometriosis but also millions of other people who suffer from invisible illnesses and/or undiagnosed, untreated, or under-treated chronic pain.
Sadly, this has been the most active suicidal time in recent history that I can remember, for women suffering from Endo. Personally, I have taken more than five calls and we have lost as many women that I know of in various communities throughout the Country in the last three months alone. It is alarming and brings to light that not only are these women being under served, the medical community in general, is ill-equipped to handle the situation. After all, there were no training sessions that I can recall, on handling the suicidal person on Facebook. This is where I encountered all of them. Facebook didn’t exist when I was in nursing school or college. It is a powerful tool and can reach the sub groups of the Endo communities within minutes.
Such is the case of this one. This poor gal reached out and within a matter of…
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I know the title of this blog post may seem strange. There is really no connection between the two words except that they are both present and on my mind.
Today is our 6th wedding anniversary. Billy and I have been together for 11 years now and our love is strong. We have been through challenges that would be hard to imagine and many that no one knows about except for us. Things that would test and destroy the most solid relationship but somehow our love has always pulled us through and prevailed. I am so thankful for my husband and the unconditional love that we share.
This should be a joyous day but I cried all the way to work. Yesterday and the day before, I cried all the way home. Last night I sat and cried on the couch but I don’t think Billy noticed. He has his own overwhelming struggles to deal with and I tried not to make it obvious. Throughout my years of participation in online chronic pain, Trigeminal Neuralgia/Facial Pain, Endometriosis, and PCOS support groups, I have read and been acclimated to the very real link between chronic pain and depression. I knew it could happen and the likelihood that it would is very high. I have watched my husband struggle with it for years, even before the wreck and his botched surgery, but so much more afterwards. It has been ripping him apart for what seems like forever and it appears to finally be taking hold of me. Continue reading
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