My name is Shyra. I have three amazing sons and got my bonus son a year and a half ago. I have always known I was different than other people. I just never understood why. What did I do that made me different? Well, many therapist sessions and children driving me up to the wall I realized that there is nothing wrong with me that it is just how I was created. I started life with insomnia and progressed from there. My current set of diagnoses is Borderline Personality, ADHD, Excessive Insomnia, PTSD with Severe Anxiety, and Schizoaffective Bipolar type. With unknown pseudoseizure. I have tried to act normal but I'm not. And that is ok because my normal is your weird and maybe my weird is your normal. That's ok because we can still be friends. The point with mental illness is learning what steps to take that helps make you feel better. Me; I smoke a little bit of nature and take an anti-depressant, anxiety pill on the really bad days. Most people have trouble in relationships with people who have a mental illness but in reality in some way all people have it. Even if it is just a small bit.
I used to be afraid to admit that I had mental issues but as the years have gone on I have found that making sure everyone looked at me a certain way was not really all that important to me. The reason it no longer matters is they are not walking in my shoes (not to sound cliche' hehehe) they don't wake up and argue with themselves about whether or not I really need to get ready for work or school or whatever. Or maybe they do that I wouldn't know because I am not them. I can not judge anyone so I smile and wave at the glaring b!+c*. Just because I don't judge but I dislike being glared at. How do you deal with people staring at you on your bad days?
That's all for tonight. I hope to get readers and I will be back tomorrow.
I used to be afraid to admit that I had mental issues but as the years have gone on I have found that making sure everyone looked at me a certain way was not really all that important to me. The reason it no longer matters is they are not walking in my shoes (not to sound cliche' hehehe) they don't wake up and argue with themselves about whether or not I really need to get ready for work or school or whatever. Or maybe they do that I wouldn't know because I am not them. I can not judge anyone so I smile and wave at the glaring b!+c*. Just because I don't judge but I dislike being glared at. How do you deal with people staring at you on your bad days?
That's all for tonight. I hope to get readers and I will be back tomorrow.
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