You may have been having a particularly tough life due to depression. But that doesn't automatically make you want to heal. Sometimes we see deep personal reasons to hold on to the pain we hate dearly. It's the bitter sweet fruit of our soul. Is this the situation you are in? Tell me.
I didn't think my condition could get worse, but it did. I won't budge until my mind was under the control of overwhelming emotions. My body quietly endured great pain.
No matter which way I looked at life, there was no color. My movements showed the great heaviness in me. I carried around the pain in this wholesomeness that make people hated me and called me lazy Susan.
The last drop of pain was on me when I had to come face to face with the people who I loved most and expected a lot from. It felt like the world was against me when they turned against me. They thought I was strong but they never knew that my heart was already broken into the little pieces.
I became a dependent and that did not feel okay with me. Even the therapist had fear in her eyes when she looked at me from across the room. If faith was not in me, there would be nowhere to turn.
I stayed home when staying home wouldn't help. I went to get help but could not find it. I got more confused because there was no such thing as a real plan. Everyone seemed to be too busy to look up from what they were doing. That was the beginning of my adventure into self help.
It was no longer a time in life whence I could just stand there, lift my shirt to wipe my nose and someone would run over to help. That won't happen. There was no use to make the situation seem like an emergency either. Psychiatric Emergency was still an unfounded profession.
It was an awful feeling when I couldn't count on any one. I decided to heal when I became tired of wearing a mask, like almost everyone else.
Being a psychiatric patient means you are your own counselor, nurse, cook, doctor and be your own priest too. Also be a monk. Meditate.
I found bravery within myself when I realized that being ill wasn't the time to feel self pity. Self pity put you in non-action mode. That would also put you at a dead-end. Act. Do something to save yourself.
I didn't think my condition could get worse, but it did. I won't budge until my mind was under the control of overwhelming emotions. My body quietly endured great pain.
No matter which way I looked at life, there was no color. My movements showed the great heaviness in me. I carried around the pain in this wholesomeness that make people hated me and called me lazy Susan.
The last drop of pain was on me when I had to come face to face with the people who I loved most and expected a lot from. It felt like the world was against me when they turned against me. They thought I was strong but they never knew that my heart was already broken into the little pieces.
I became a dependent and that did not feel okay with me. Even the therapist had fear in her eyes when she looked at me from across the room. If faith was not in me, there would be nowhere to turn.
I stayed home when staying home wouldn't help. I went to get help but could not find it. I got more confused because there was no such thing as a real plan. Everyone seemed to be too busy to look up from what they were doing. That was the beginning of my adventure into self help.
It was no longer a time in life whence I could just stand there, lift my shirt to wipe my nose and someone would run over to help. That won't happen. There was no use to make the situation seem like an emergency either. Psychiatric Emergency was still an unfounded profession.
It was an awful feeling when I couldn't count on any one. I decided to heal when I became tired of wearing a mask, like almost everyone else.
Being a psychiatric patient means you are your own counselor, nurse, cook, doctor and be your own priest too. Also be a monk. Meditate.
I found bravery within myself when I realized that being ill wasn't the time to feel self pity. Self pity put you in non-action mode. That would also put you at a dead-end. Act. Do something to save yourself.
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