I recently stopped taking my anxiety meds after being on them for years. I’m just rawdogging life at the moment and doing okay. Not great but okay. I can take some pride in the fact that I’ve become more mentally resilient at least.
Found out that my husband of 17 years is having an affair with my brother’s wife. Caught them on camera, in our house (I was staying in our apartment – not the house – for a few days when I caught them on camera). She was visiting us from the USA – which isn’t uncommon – the visiting. They’d planned it, in detail, as a trip to make physical the emotional/cyber-sexual affair they’d had for a while. Lied to me and my brother about the reason for the trip (so she could decompress) and why my husband would spend so much time with her alone. All planned out, in texts, which I eventually read. Just a whole mess of awful. And when discovered they didn’t leave the house, just put socks on the cameras and stayed until her original flight back home. And they’ve shown no remorse, they are just continuing on and don’t understand why people in the family can’t accept it. Kids are involved. It’s just a horrible, horrible situation.
So, I’ve been better- much better. But I’ve also been much worse. There is hope at the end of all this. So, there’s that.
Honestly pretty shit, I’m in my last week of college, and I’m in my 30’s. I’ve had a chronic condition for a few years, and I’ve been pretty depressed. Not going to go into it, but I’m selling a piece of land I bought 6 years ago with a girl I love, and I’ve got a process to go through.
I have this feeling that I’m stuck in a “2-3 weeks” loop. I agree, the name needs some work, but the point is that for 2-3 weeks everything is great, and then it kind of dips, not exactly bad, but not great either, and this repeats, I’ve noticed, for about a year now.
The longer I take Prozac, the more risks I have to take to feel alive. I think it’s at the point the the negatives outweigh the positives. But I have to make the steps to stop taking and I’m I’m a bit terrified of what will happen.
I used to be absolutly perfect for most of my life. Never even had that Teen “Oh my tax free life is so sad and terrible, nobody gets me” phase. But I made a mistake here and there and now Im at a point where I had my first panic attack recently. Its amazing. Honestly, its not so bad. I think its healthy to actually struggle for once. Its ✨️character development✨️
The vocal narrative has diminished to a degree that I can listen to music again and I can tell the difference between reality and delusion, except for that other night I was running around with a machete. This is a serious comment.
depends on what you mean really? is it as bad as it has been or could be? thats a no. does it show signs of improvement certainly yes, has it taken a really really long and hard gruelling march dealing wih endless negative influences along the way yes. are some days better than others yes certainly yes especially when i am not maintaining it as I should be or dont feel motivated to get the exercise that makes a world of difference. Am i happier than any point in the last decade msot certainly, can i see things improving further, that depends on what becomes available to me in regards to work and environment and not being homeless. do I need to work on it most certainly yes. do i need to manage it? yes certainly.
on a much more positive note, I rarely think of suicide anymore, I dont spend countless hours lost in thought and full of seething hatred for whats not been a very nice life, I am catching a much needed break these days, I have learnt and progressed steadily over the last six years and have made increasingly better decisions and have an orientation about my life and realised things about me which will help me in obtaining a better quality of life. I am increasingly better.
Very good. Since I have eliminated from my life everything that cannot come from nature.
I’ve taken out all kinds of snacks, pasta, bread, rice-none of that. I’ve been doing this for 1 month and I feel really good. I’m really more mentally clear
Just not feeling it with 2025 tbh. Nothing has went well for me this year 🥺 at best life is boring, everyday is exactly the same. Whenever something does happen, it’s hardly ever good.
I finally let go of my ex after almost 7 years. It was toxic on both sides, and holding on only made things worse. She had me questioning my worth, feeling undesirable, and that spiraled into depression. I stopped going out, stopped trying. But a few days ago, I met someone new — a beautiful girl my age. It’s been going surprisingly well. She makes me feel seen, wanted, and genuinely appreciated. That alone feels like a breath of fresh air.
The job market still sucks, and I’m unemployed for now. But I had an interview last week that I think went well. They said they’d follow up by Friday — it’s only Wednesday, and even though the old me would’ve already given up, I’m learning not to count myself out. They only beat you when you stop trying.
I always joke that I’m not allowed to have good days, but lately, things haven’t felt so heavy. I’ve been smiling more, soaking in the atmosphere, even when I’m doing something as random as DoorDashing at 1am outside a Taco Bell. I was just standing there grinning — because in that moment, none of it mattered.
Sure, I’d love to have a stable job, no debt, and live somewhere that doesn’t suck. But none of that changes overnight. So, I’ve been focusing on what I can control: what I eat, what I wear, the energy I put out and the energy I let in. And for now, that’s enough.
I always have a buzz of anxiety from when I wake up to when I go to sleep but the buzz is getting louder at times and i’m having more panic attacks. A bit of depression sliding in. The state of America isn’t helping and I’ve had to cut down on the doomscrolling, especially before bed
My roomate got diagnosed with Parkinson’s with psychosis I’m dependant on thier share of rent and bills, they keep quitting jobs and going into mental hospitals, also threatens to walk out the door in a rage then mad when we take her seriously and I’m left scrambling to cover the rent and bills. My other roommate was forced out of her job and has been desperate for work for a year but never gets past first interview, only qualifies for food stamps but shares that with me and turned over her tax return towards household stuff. I take care of my brother who can’t work and I feel like I’m getting stretched so far I am breaking. I can’t kick them out, my brother brings in some income and keeps the house clean and bills paid. Everyday the gloom and doom of the world ( war, politics, rising priced, future food shortages, anti- LGBTQA hate) coupled with this and that I work in hospitality which is flatlining in certain areas. I’m losing my mind. I have no safety net I am everyone else’s net. I just need a break because something’s got to give. That said- I continue to carry on and take care of people in my life and hope for a miracle to get us out of this dark timeline.
It’s pretty low as of late. I have debated the last 2 weeks about going on a mini streas leave, but unfortunately, life doesn’t work that way. Still trying to process the loss of my 10 year old ginger boy in February. We woke up, and he was just dead on the floor. Poor guy’s heart gave out on him they believe, he was fine the night before.
I can say it’s bad. The things I want don’t happen and I’m tired of it. I’m sitting in the shop drinking coffee with a nice song, I just shake my head back and forth to the rhythm of the song, nothing else.
Nothing is going terribly wrong and I like my new job, but there’s a sense of loneliness I feel in my life and it seems to be getting worse. I keep myself busy, I’ve got a good social circle, wonderful hobbies, doing alright in therapy, and yet the one thing I can’t seem to get right is my dating life. Living alone as a foreigner in a different country makes the ‘romantic loneliness’ worse. It’s not great, but I suppose not everything can go right at any given time. The trust issues are really bad. Idk, guess I’m good but tired
Pretty decent!! I’ve been on a real improvement since last year when I was self harming through extreme skin picking, and screened positive for depression. I didn’t get a formal depression diagnosis as my doctor said she thought my unmanaged chronic illness ( I spent years waiting for treatment and then a specialist women’s health clinic opened up and I finally got the help I needed for severe issues with my reproductive system ) would have contributed to this situation due to my level of pain and discomfort, and she said she would diagnose me with depression if I still screened after a few months of treatment for my physical symptoms. She made the right call!!!! I am no longer in pain, am medicated for my physical illness and doing intensive phsysio, and I feel a million times better to the point where I no longer screened as depressed when we checked about a month ago!!!! I feel much more in control now and am managing SH urges much better, and am working on getting clean. I am also pretty happy with my studies ( I love my degree!) if much busier this year as the workload has ramped up. Still not sleeping well but given that a year ago I was considering that I didn’t want to be alive anymore if my body continued to fail, and now I am actually WELL and invested in my future, I have come so so far!
I’m struggling a lot 😖 I was diagnosed with CPTSD after I developed chronic spontaneous urticaria from fibromayalga during COVID which caused me to break out in 100s of hives every day, and I was so itchy and in so much pain during this that I couldn’t sleep for 4-5 days consecutively, for consecutive weeks. After receiving a really expensive injection for the hives causing them to go into remission, i was horribly scarred. I used to have movie star good looks (not bragging or being overly proud, I just was very lucky thanks to genetics. All the directors, camera personnel, other models, performers, actors, and gogo dancers dubbed my skin “alabaster” because it was so beautiful… and chronic spontaneous urticaria took that away for years.. thankfully scars heal, hyperpigmentation fades, but indentations stay, and if i look too closely, i see them and am reminded). Before this my fibromayalga was already trigger from stress from being bullied at work after I had received a promotion and the work load then became too much, which caused IBS symptoms (part of fibromayalga). My mom was then struck by a car as a pedestrian and died immediately. I had trouble sleeping due to restless leg syndrome (thanks fibromayalga) 2 days before her funeral, then the day after I trusted a stranger in a risky situation (ADHD) and was drugged and sexually assaulted.
My doctors don’t understand why I’m so anxious all the time about so many things. No one remembers it was suspected I had fibromayalga, triggered by significant stress. No one knows that chronic idiopathic urticaria can be caused due to fibromayalga, and I’ve only talked with my therapist recently about what happened during COVID when I started breaking out in hives, amd how it scarred my once beautiful skin (still beautiful, most people would never know unless I stand in a mirror and start pointing out (with a fine-tipped pointer) the indentations that cover every cm of my face and body. Looks aren’t everything, there’s so much more to love about myself, such as a kind and empathetic heart, smarts, tenacity, ect..).
Now the psychiatrists I see keep saying I still hold fixed delusional beliefs, which I don’t, haven’t for over a year had an incident where either skin pain or ruminating about formication (fibromayalga combined with CPTSD) that caused my anxiety to increase to a point where I was highly distressed and showed up at an A&E (emergency room in the UK) unable to explain myself, scared, and in pain.
I’m about to start EMDR therapy that’s especially suggested for PTSD & CPTSD. I’m very nervous though because these are extremely distressing memories that if talking off the cuff, cause me to relive the trauma. And I’ve only started talking about traumatic events in the last 3 weeks to my therapist and dermatologist, because I promised myself I had to get a hold on my anxiety, not for myself, but for my beautiful and ever so loving husband.
Being anxious to talk about these traumatic events is part of the process that had to happen to learn the coping techniques of EMDR therapy. I’ve already learned normal level coping techniques (breathing, grounding, taking in the space around you, distracting by cleaning and organising, getting out of my home for walks in nature- listening to music again for the 1st time in 5 years, mom died 31/01/25, and singing- which I used to be such a great singer, trained for a year in bel canto for operatic singing. I’m even dancing a little here and there again. But music, singing and dancing are always for just a few minutes at a time).
I’m okay, just nervous about EMDR therapy, having to talk about these events- I’ve done such a great job of avoiding these issues entirely and forgetting especially about chronic spontaneous urticaria and what happened during this time.
Kindness can never be overrated, empathy especially.
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except work – pretty good
and i am planning on quitting my work next month and then will look for something new ^^
I feel like dying a little bit, but I’m good.
Horrible
Don’t want to work and comment on Reddit. That’s what I’m doing right now hhhh
Same as always, the thoughts of being a failure are still there.
It comes and goes. Recently had a severe mental collapse. I’m OK at the moment
Crippling anxiety won’t let me sleep but I’ll be good after today
Having a depression episode… haven’t left the house Over a week…
that’s pretty good, but last time i’m remembering bad things of my past and that’s hurting my mind.
I’m from Ukraine, make your guesses 🙂
B-E-A-Utiful hahahahahakillmepleasehahahahaha
I recently stopped taking my anxiety meds after being on them for years. I’m just rawdogging life at the moment and doing okay. Not great but okay. I can take some pride in the fact that I’ve become more mentally resilient at least.
Absolutely atrocious but I’m getting donuts in the morning!
I’m more concerned about my sexual health tbh. Mental can take a big piss as far as I’m concerned.
Fucking shit mate.. but still here and finding reasons to keep on going somehow.
Somewhere stuck behind joyful and peachy
Poor. The anxiety of helplessly watching a racist, convicted felon destroying our way of life is staggering.
Fairly anxious
Shot to shit, mainly due to my job full of awful people. Currently looking for a new job before this stress unalives me
“Insanity is when someone cant prove what value a bank gives up, but, irrationally insists the bank loans us that value.” David Ardron
Just got told that my suspected cancer screening was all clear, so, pretty damn good!
It’s very up and down for me
Better than usual, I think. Which isn’t saying much.
Up and down. I have good days and bad, currently having bad. But, I’ll be OK in time. I just gotta dig my way through the trenches and keep on living.
To quote Amigo the Devil: “As long as I wake up, I’m already stronger than dead.”
Found out that my husband of 17 years is having an affair with my brother’s wife. Caught them on camera, in our house (I was staying in our apartment – not the house – for a few days when I caught them on camera). She was visiting us from the USA – which isn’t uncommon – the visiting. They’d planned it, in detail, as a trip to make physical the emotional/cyber-sexual affair they’d had for a while. Lied to me and my brother about the reason for the trip (so she could decompress) and why my husband would spend so much time with her alone. All planned out, in texts, which I eventually read. Just a whole mess of awful. And when discovered they didn’t leave the house, just put socks on the cameras and stayed until her original flight back home. And they’ve shown no remorse, they are just continuing on and don’t understand why people in the family can’t accept it. Kids are involved. It’s just a horrible, horrible situation.
So, I’ve been better- much better. But I’ve also been much worse. There is hope at the end of all this. So, there’s that.
I’m having to pretend everyday that I’m okay so that I don’t lose anymore people in my life
I’ve been doing a lot better, good things are coming!
Pretty shit. Waiting on biopsy of three swollen lymph nodes in my neck. Stressed as hell.
Got home from vacation the other day and annoyed I have to go back to work, but otherwise all is normal
Lately I feel like I’m just one big problem away from just ending it rather than trying to go through any real struggle. So not great I suppose
Much better
Lowkey idek rn im not happy and im not sad. Don’t recommend it.
It’s in the $hitter! Especially since I really started to pay attention to politics.
I’m losing hair because I’ve been on lithium for a long period of time. I get my blood test tomorrow.
Not so good to be honest
Honestly pretty shit, I’m in my last week of college, and I’m in my 30’s. I’ve had a chronic condition for a few years, and I’ve been pretty depressed. Not going to go into it, but I’m selling a piece of land I bought 6 years ago with a girl I love, and I’ve got a process to go through.
Not too shabby, but that’s about as good as it gets.
I have this feeling that I’m stuck in a “2-3 weeks” loop. I agree, the name needs some work, but the point is that for 2-3 weeks everything is great, and then it kind of dips, not exactly bad, but not great either, and this repeats, I’ve noticed, for about a year now.
I’m cool rn
Fucked. I’m hoping the new job and new house will help me forget that the geopolitical and environmental worlds are crumbling.
The longer I take Prozac, the more risks I have to take to feel alive. I think it’s at the point the the negatives outweigh the positives. But I have to make the steps to stop taking and I’m I’m a bit terrified of what will happen.
Eh. Paid the lawyer to start the divorce. Soon to be ex doesn’t know yet. That’ll be fun.
I used to be absolutly perfect for most of my life. Never even had that Teen “Oh my tax free life is so sad and terrible, nobody gets me” phase. But I made a mistake here and there and now Im at a point where I had my first panic attack recently. Its amazing. Honestly, its not so bad. I think its healthy to actually struggle for once. Its ✨️character development✨️
Much better, had a medication adjustment a couple weeks ago- able to get some normal stuff done finally!!
I’m doing good thanks, you?
Honestly? Amazing!
Having my 30th birthday today and i am very happy.
Healthy in general, doing great at work, having a relaxing and fun social life and i will be 6 days on vacation starting tomorrow.
Life is good and i cannot complain!
Terrible due to geopolitical events
Absolute dogshit but chugging along
The vocal narrative has diminished to a degree that I can listen to music again and I can tell the difference between reality and delusion, except for that other night I was running around with a machete. This is a serious comment.
I took a bath, on my day off! And mopped the kitchen floor. I’m probably better than I feel.
A rollercoaster
It is perfectly fine…. I guess
depends on what you mean really? is it as bad as it has been or could be? thats a no. does it show signs of improvement certainly yes, has it taken a really really long and hard gruelling march dealing wih endless negative influences along the way yes. are some days better than others yes certainly yes especially when i am not maintaining it as I should be or dont feel motivated to get the exercise that makes a world of difference. Am i happier than any point in the last decade msot certainly, can i see things improving further, that depends on what becomes available to me in regards to work and environment and not being homeless. do I need to work on it most certainly yes. do i need to manage it? yes certainly.
on a much more positive note, I rarely think of suicide anymore, I dont spend countless hours lost in thought and full of seething hatred for whats not been a very nice life, I am catching a much needed break these days, I have learnt and progressed steadily over the last six years and have made increasingly better decisions and have an orientation about my life and realised things about me which will help me in obtaining a better quality of life. I am increasingly better.
thanks for asking btw, how about you?
I haven’t had a mental health for over 25 years
Terrible I feel like my life was taken from me
I’m like the guy from the movie a beautiful mind in a setting of The truman show.
Up shit creek, heart is destroyed, thought he was my forever person.
I’m doing pretty good. Thanks for asking.
Don’t have time or energy to be sad rn, would probably go back to being awful otherwise
Think it might be time to check in with my psychiatrist again.
Have… have you seen what’s going on? It’s not great.
There’s something wrong with me mentally and I can’t figure it out…
Extremely poor.
It’s like a boat, up and down 🙂↔️
Pretty bad but I’m trying
Sucks…..,.drinking more because of President Cheeto.
Oh, I’ve got a plan for that.
Very good. Since I have eliminated from my life everything that cannot come from nature.
I’ve taken out all kinds of snacks, pasta, bread, rice-none of that. I’ve been doing this for 1 month and I feel really good. I’m really more mentally clear
making out with a shotgun barrel never been so tempting
Worst it’s ever been. The logistic stability of my life is a nightmare and it all caught up to me at once.
Not great but it fluctuates. Overall just have an inescapable feeling of doom.
Also still have a general feeling of not being good enough for people
A bit like a seesaw – some days are good, some days I honestly wouldn’t mind if someone shot me.
It’s been terrible, but – I think slowly getting better. Hopefully it stays that way 😅 Maybe I’m just trying not to think about it too much lol
Lonely, but hey ho
I’m fantastic.
I guess the pain ate away most of my sensory cells or something because I feel less and less will to give a fuck
The worst it’s ever been, quite frankly
Really mentally upset at how it cost so much to live in general.
Just not feeling it with 2025 tbh. Nothing has went well for me this year 🥺 at best life is boring, everyday is exactly the same. Whenever something does happen, it’s hardly ever good.
In the gutter
Actually doing very good the past year-year and a half. How’s yours?
I finally let go of my ex after almost 7 years. It was toxic on both sides, and holding on only made things worse. She had me questioning my worth, feeling undesirable, and that spiraled into depression. I stopped going out, stopped trying. But a few days ago, I met someone new — a beautiful girl my age. It’s been going surprisingly well. She makes me feel seen, wanted, and genuinely appreciated. That alone feels like a breath of fresh air.
The job market still sucks, and I’m unemployed for now. But I had an interview last week that I think went well. They said they’d follow up by Friday — it’s only Wednesday, and even though the old me would’ve already given up, I’m learning not to count myself out. They only beat you when you stop trying.
I always joke that I’m not allowed to have good days, but lately, things haven’t felt so heavy. I’ve been smiling more, soaking in the atmosphere, even when I’m doing something as random as DoorDashing at 1am outside a Taco Bell. I was just standing there grinning — because in that moment, none of it mattered.
Sure, I’d love to have a stable job, no debt, and live somewhere that doesn’t suck. But none of that changes overnight. So, I’ve been focusing on what I can control: what I eat, what I wear, the energy I put out and the energy I let in. And for now, that’s enough.
I always have a buzz of anxiety from when I wake up to when I go to sleep but the buzz is getting louder at times and i’m having more panic attacks. A bit of depression sliding in. The state of America isn’t helping and I’ve had to cut down on the doomscrolling, especially before bed
Fucked
Honestly, it’s been a bit of a rollercoaster, but I’m managing. Trying to take it one day at a time. How about you?
I am a meat popsicle….
I’m bi polar and I feel awesome not sure if its hypomania but I’ll take it
My roomate got diagnosed with Parkinson’s with psychosis I’m dependant on thier share of rent and bills, they keep quitting jobs and going into mental hospitals, also threatens to walk out the door in a rage then mad when we take her seriously and I’m left scrambling to cover the rent and bills. My other roommate was forced out of her job and has been desperate for work for a year but never gets past first interview, only qualifies for food stamps but shares that with me and turned over her tax return towards household stuff. I take care of my brother who can’t work and I feel like I’m getting stretched so far I am breaking. I can’t kick them out, my brother brings in some income and keeps the house clean and bills paid. Everyday the gloom and doom of the world ( war, politics, rising priced, future food shortages, anti- LGBTQA hate) coupled with this and that I work in hospitality which is flatlining in certain areas. I’m losing my mind. I have no safety net I am everyone else’s net. I just need a break because something’s got to give. That said- I continue to carry on and take care of people in my life and hope for a miracle to get us out of this dark timeline.
It’s pretty low as of late. I have debated the last 2 weeks about going on a mini streas leave, but unfortunately, life doesn’t work that way. Still trying to process the loss of my 10 year old ginger boy in February. We woke up, and he was just dead on the floor. Poor guy’s heart gave out on him they believe, he was fine the night before.
I can say it’s bad. The things I want don’t happen and I’m tired of it. I’m sitting in the shop drinking coffee with a nice song, I just shake my head back and forth to the rhythm of the song, nothing else.
Nothing is going terribly wrong and I like my new job, but there’s a sense of loneliness I feel in my life and it seems to be getting worse. I keep myself busy, I’ve got a good social circle, wonderful hobbies, doing alright in therapy, and yet the one thing I can’t seem to get right is my dating life. Living alone as a foreigner in a different country makes the ‘romantic loneliness’ worse. It’s not great, but I suppose not everything can go right at any given time. The trust issues are really bad. Idk, guess I’m good but tired
GRRRREATTT Like MR TONY THE TIGER 🐯
idk
Progressively worsening
Just rolling with the punches
Honestly great lately.
Pretty decent!! I’ve been on a real improvement since last year when I was self harming through extreme skin picking, and screened positive for depression. I didn’t get a formal depression diagnosis as my doctor said she thought my unmanaged chronic illness ( I spent years waiting for treatment and then a specialist women’s health clinic opened up and I finally got the help I needed for severe issues with my reproductive system ) would have contributed to this situation due to my level of pain and discomfort, and she said she would diagnose me with depression if I still screened after a few months of treatment for my physical symptoms. She made the right call!!!! I am no longer in pain, am medicated for my physical illness and doing intensive phsysio, and I feel a million times better to the point where I no longer screened as depressed when we checked about a month ago!!!! I feel much more in control now and am managing SH urges much better, and am working on getting clean. I am also pretty happy with my studies ( I love my degree!) if much busier this year as the workload has ramped up. Still not sleeping well but given that a year ago I was considering that I didn’t want to be alive anymore if my body continued to fail, and now I am actually WELL and invested in my future, I have come so so far!
Imagine this sung by Jean Ralphio
🎶 I wanna kill myself 🎶
I’m struggling a lot 😖 I was diagnosed with CPTSD after I developed chronic spontaneous urticaria from fibromayalga during COVID which caused me to break out in 100s of hives every day, and I was so itchy and in so much pain during this that I couldn’t sleep for 4-5 days consecutively, for consecutive weeks. After receiving a really expensive injection for the hives causing them to go into remission, i was horribly scarred. I used to have movie star good looks (not bragging or being overly proud, I just was very lucky thanks to genetics. All the directors, camera personnel, other models, performers, actors, and gogo dancers dubbed my skin “alabaster” because it was so beautiful… and chronic spontaneous urticaria took that away for years.. thankfully scars heal, hyperpigmentation fades, but indentations stay, and if i look too closely, i see them and am reminded). Before this my fibromayalga was already trigger from stress from being bullied at work after I had received a promotion and the work load then became too much, which caused IBS symptoms (part of fibromayalga). My mom was then struck by a car as a pedestrian and died immediately. I had trouble sleeping due to restless leg syndrome (thanks fibromayalga) 2 days before her funeral, then the day after I trusted a stranger in a risky situation (ADHD) and was drugged and sexually assaulted.
My doctors don’t understand why I’m so anxious all the time about so many things. No one remembers it was suspected I had fibromayalga, triggered by significant stress. No one knows that chronic idiopathic urticaria can be caused due to fibromayalga, and I’ve only talked with my therapist recently about what happened during COVID when I started breaking out in hives, amd how it scarred my once beautiful skin (still beautiful, most people would never know unless I stand in a mirror and start pointing out (with a fine-tipped pointer) the indentations that cover every cm of my face and body. Looks aren’t everything, there’s so much more to love about myself, such as a kind and empathetic heart, smarts, tenacity, ect..).
Now the psychiatrists I see keep saying I still hold fixed delusional beliefs, which I don’t, haven’t for over a year had an incident where either skin pain or ruminating about formication (fibromayalga combined with CPTSD) that caused my anxiety to increase to a point where I was highly distressed and showed up at an A&E (emergency room in the UK) unable to explain myself, scared, and in pain.
I’m about to start EMDR therapy that’s especially suggested for PTSD & CPTSD. I’m very nervous though because these are extremely distressing memories that if talking off the cuff, cause me to relive the trauma. And I’ve only started talking about traumatic events in the last 3 weeks to my therapist and dermatologist, because I promised myself I had to get a hold on my anxiety, not for myself, but for my beautiful and ever so loving husband.
Being anxious to talk about these traumatic events is part of the process that had to happen to learn the coping techniques of EMDR therapy. I’ve already learned normal level coping techniques (breathing, grounding, taking in the space around you, distracting by cleaning and organising, getting out of my home for walks in nature- listening to music again for the 1st time in 5 years, mom died 31/01/25, and singing- which I used to be such a great singer, trained for a year in bel canto for operatic singing. I’m even dancing a little here and there again. But music, singing and dancing are always for just a few minutes at a time).
I’m okay, just nervous about EMDR therapy, having to talk about these events- I’ve done such a great job of avoiding these issues entirely and forgetting especially about chronic spontaneous urticaria and what happened during this time.
Kindness can never be overrated, empathy especially.
🙃🫠😇
Pretty shitty ay
It’s not bad. My business is growing and my wife is great. But there’s always the background static.
The worst it‘s ever been
You’re telling me you can have health… IN YOUR MIND?
After monday’s power outage, I got to disconnect from anything digital and yesterday classes were called out, so I’d say right now quite good.
Medium rare
fucked up, how bout yours? all good?