It would be ignorant of me to say that I am a product of bullying. There were many factors at play that shaped me into the person I am today. Bullying was just one of them and I will discuss these other factors at a later time but for now, this is a post dedicated to my first bully in an ongoing blog series. Please consider supporting me by commenting, sharing your stories in the comments, liking and sharing this entry if you feel you should. Continue reading “Exploring the Past of an Anxious, Depressive Person: Remembering Your First Bully from Decades Ago – Part 1”
Already a week has passed and now that my time is coming to an end at the clinic I feel myself getting stuck into similar patterns. The happiness that was so uplifting last week has all but ceased to exist. I feel the turmoil and deeply hidden stress lying in the pit of my stomach and I have no idea what to do about it.
I’ve been at the wellness clinic for three days, the first two days I’ve actually been happy. I haven’t felt happier like that in a long time. I was outgoing, funny, I was participating, I made friends, made jokes and today, this afternoon, it all dropped in an instant, in one moment… Continue reading “The Shadow In Me”
“Don’t be so hard on yourself,” they say, (they, meaning the psychiatrists and psychologists) when you fail or don’t get things right, but, having to constantly deal with the deterioration of your mind, having very real things happening up there that warrant expected failures. How can you not be hard on yourself when life always is?
Last week, I wrote about how much of an idiot I was. This week, I shall reinforce that sentiment with a tiny bit of leeway though.