Find a place [she] can call home that is peaceful and safe and affordable.
Thank You, My Love, for All You Do
Thank God my husband, a civil engineer, provides for us well. He makes life much less stressful for me. Honestly, he shoulders that stress. He does a lot around the house — too much, for which I feel guilty that I’m not doing my fair share.
Over a decade ago, I kept our house immaculate, like something out of Architectural Digest. I was an overachiever at home and at work, but didn’t take care of myself and was not available to adequately care for our son. Since overworking led to voluntary psychiatric hospitalization, I’ve made caring for myself and our son a priority, and put housework on the backburner.
I’m truly blessed to have my husband in my life. He’s my caregiver, and I’m grateful for all he does. Thank you.
Maintain mutually supportive online relationships with my readers
Q: Why do you blog?
A: Get thoughts out of my head and onto the page. Educate. Advocate. Fight ignorance, stereotypes, and stigma. Support and be supported. Be in community with other mental health bloggers, advocates, consumers, family members, professionals, and policy makers.
Q: If your blog exceeded your wildest dreams, what would that look like?
A: I have exceeded my expectations, for I had no expectations. Without doubt, I want to write at least once a week. I would like to reach a larger audience and to make a bigger difference, but I am happy with the community I now have. I have had to cut back on my reading of many other wonderful blogs, for my time and energy are limited. That I regret. I can only give so much, can only do so much. If I could speak publicly and still maintain my mental health, I would like to do so.
Anxious when hear mental health professionals discussing mental health crisis intervention. PTSD for me. Difficult past experience. Do not want to go back there.
Anxious interacting with and seeing those more severely disturbed than I, those functioning less well with their illness. I, too, feel other. Other than the most disturbed.
Boundary issues: church groups, organizations of all types, employment workplaces, all threaten me with the risk of loss of self to the group.
Crisis intervention, hospitalization, peer-to-peer and family-to-family NAMI groups provoke fear in me. Once again, goes back to boundary issues. How do I protect myself, maintain some emotional distance? How do and whether I can say no?
Fiction writing? Fictionalizing personal experience? Once upon a time, in my late twenties, I had a boyfriend who was also a poet. He recommended that instead of journal writing in first person, I should write in third person, fictionalize it, distance myself from it, be less self-absorbed and more creative.
Maybe now I participate in writers groups and group therapy and later Toastmasters. That’s all I want or can take on right now.
Do not, should not join/work for/volunteer for ANY organization, be it corporate or congregational.
OMG, just today on April 24th, I realized (or realized again, for this should not be news to me) that my fear of being engulfed by a group stems in part from family of origin dynamics. How many years of therapy have I had, anyway? Since age 18! I’m 50 now. AND, I once was a psychotherapist. Come on, Kitt. Get with it. Wake up. Grow up.