mental-health
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Yesterday…. Yesterday should have been awesome. I was out with two of my best friends – my mom and little sister. We were all getting facials and my mom a massage from a pricy place downtown. – Jason won a voucher from a wellness fair and that paid for mom’s services. The little sister was… Read more
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Jason has finished Final Fantasy Rebirth… or Remake. Whatever the second one is. He didn’t max out everything but spent over 100 hours of playtime on it. He or whoever bought the game for him certainly got their money’s worth. Jason has moved on to Hades 2. While it’s not officially released, the game was… Read more
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I feel that I survived Mother’s Day fairly unscathed. That holiday is a duel-edged dagger. When it comes to motherhood, I feel an intense guilt and lack of fulfillment as I can never be a biological mother. Cancer and, probably, anorexia stole that from me. But I also feel shame as I feel that I’m… Read more
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Just checking in, really. Trying to get back into the habit of blogging. Couple of news and notes. — Three more sessions at the Charis Center. I’m entering my eighth week which is the final week unless they recommend an additional three. If they do, I’m not 100% sure I’ll continue. There would probably be… Read more
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I need to calm down. I’m not sure why but I’m buzzing with energy. I feel tingly like there are ants just underneath my skin. They’re running up my nerves to my throat and making it tight. It was a good day. I drove the truck and it wasn’t difficult. I dumped the trash and… Read more
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February was messed up. I think I was more in a hospital via St Francis and Methodist than out. If I don’t consider the month change, I had definitely been in a hospital than out over the past 30 days. I don’t think I ever had that situation, including the spinal fusion. Roughly a week… Read more
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Yesterday, I buzzed around the house fairly happily. While it sucked, I had convinced myself that I would be moved to the Charis Center by the weekend. It would be inpatient, awesome, and I could pull myself together more. After all, I didn’t start to feel better until I was confined to the hospital for… Read more
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Another day in the life. Day three… potentially day three here in room T524. I don’t know if I’m leaving today or have another night but here I am on the other side of a rough night. Last night was far more difficult to fall asleep than before. I don’t know if it was just because I’m… Read more
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