This is ALL too true. Forever reblog.
I’m sick of people posting about how they took a test and now they’re Schizophrenics.
Or because they had a bad day they have Depression.
You wanna know how I know you’re full of shit? Schizophrenics don’t have multiple personalities. Pull that card on me, and see what happens.
(Source: the-unpopular-opinions, via fyeahbeyblade)
I was on the internet looking for resources for my parents so they can understand how to deal with someone you love having BPD (Borderline Personality Disorder). Of course, I stumbled across this thread and stupidly started to read it.
TL;DR: These are some of the…
It pisses me off. But it also makes me laugh. Who give them the right to assume things about those who live with disorders of the mind? Did we choose to live day by day like this? I’m sorry, but I’m pretty sure I didn’t just wake up one morning and decide that I wanted to hear thoughts and whispers of beings and things that aren’t there. That I wanted to be so paranoid of others that I’m a recluse. I’ve tried to better myself. I’ve tried to fit society’s vision of normality. But it’s people like this that actually make me proud of myself. I’ve survived you bitches. I survive EVERY DAY. I am loved. I am accomplished. And I am somebody. And I have no heart? Look at who is talking. I dare you to ask my mother or to tell her that those days she had to witness my breakdowns. The days she had to endure my vicious mood cycles, that I did it all on purpose. That I never meant one sorry or apology for my actions. That I meant to hurt her and make her cry. I fucking dare you.
And you know what? I was the one who told my mother to take me to therapy. To at least try medication. And yeah, medication wasn’t for me. But it was nice.
And you know what? People like me and Mika [that’s your hubby’s name right Em? I always get it wrong Lol.] do have people who love us. He has Emily and I have Jonathan. And Jonathan has supported me through everything. He came to me no questions asked when I was a complete mess. And just sat there. Letting me cry on his shoulder.
And those people call themselves the “victims”? I’d rather be a physical victim, with the ability to leave. Then the psychological victim. He/She who can never escape their pain.
Ugh so much to say.
(Source: aforaffort, via caprini)
Since the New Year is fast upon us, I decided to dedicate this post to someone special. I’ve never really celebrated the New Year like most people. Usually I don’t even stay up to watch the ball drop or any of that. I used to when I was younger, but that was a long time ago.
There are New Years that have passed without a word. Because to me, it’s just another day. New year or not, it’s another day. But there will always be a New Year’s that I will remember.
My best friend means the world to me. He was my first love, the person I confided the most in, the person who knew me better than I knew me. And I’ve never even met him. My best friend is Greek/Albanian. At the time, he was living in Greece. Now he lives in Albania. No one will ever know what he meant and still means to me. Even I can’t comprehend it. You can call him Claus. It’s but one name I know him by.
And while some of you may question his reality, I can vouch for him. For the many Video Chat, Audio File and so on that we’ve held.
He’s my first love. Though it took him forever to know it. Everyone else knew what he meant to me, but he was blind to it. And sure, he expressed feelings of similar interest to me. But everyone shook it off. But you all need to know, I would never be with him. He means more to me than a brother. More to me than any lover. Or anything. He’s my better half. If there was a soul mate for friends, he’d be mine.
But this post isn’t about our past. It’s about our present. We’ve shared many laughs, many stories and many memories. But in recent times, we’ve lost it. We haven’t spoken, but barely a couple times. I wouldn’t so much as say that we’ve moved on, because we quite haven’t. The time difference doesn’t do us well. And with my boughts of fatigue, I can’t always be on when he is. So of course, he’s found other people to talk too. He’s found other girls to tell him that they love him, that he’s their hun. And of course this upsets me. But really, is there anything I could ever do? He’s my other half. His happiness has always been important to me. And while I may be jealous and hateful of the girl who wins his charms now. I won’t stop it.
I am a pacifist. I am a lover. I want nothing more than peace. But at the cost of my best friend, some times I feel like I’m losing myself. Of course people move on, but he stands at the top of my list of wanting to stay in my heart.
And I’ve all but forgotten what this post was supposed to be about.
</whine rant moan>
I’m sorry for not posting guys. But I’ve been hit with the Winter Blues. It happens to lot of us. I just haven’t been up for anything lately.
I’ve seen many posts talking about how they hope 2012 is better than 2011.
While, in my opinion, this year has been one that will be marked in history books. Things have happened in this year, that I don’t think many appreciate.
People have died. Been born. Events have shaken the world. Torn it apart, then brought it back together. A war has ended, while one still goes on.
Perhaps people should stop being selfish. Because you’ve lived to see this year. While many have not. Do not take life for granted, for you shall never know if this is your last moment on Earth.
I love the holidays. What about you?
I only fatheresque person in my life is my Maternal Grandfather. Papa for short. I coul go on and on about our connection, but no one would ever understand. We bicker, but we love each other. He supports me reluctantly. All my cousins and aunts and uncles don’t understand how we bond. Above all else, no one understands what he means to me.
An E8 in the USMC, I have always looked up to him. He fought in wars, overseas and internally. He’s everything in a hero I could ever need. And today I almost lost him. Today in a 2 second span, he could have died.
He had what is considered a Vtack. Where the bottom of his heart was beating too fast. And the top wasn’t beating at all. If it weren’t for the injection that put in his knee, he would have died. It got to the point they had the paddles.
Tomorrow he goes in for a catheterization. To see how bad the blockage in his heart is. Followed by stints. And if that fails. Open heart surgery.
God, if it weren’t for my support. I would be a mess. but for everyone, I must remain positive.
It’s not about what could have been. But about what was.
I don’t honestly know much about this. But I find it interesting.
Being someone who’s lived with Schizophrenia my whole life, as far back as I can remember that is, I can’t see someone “becoming” Schizophrenic because they smoked marijuana. But apparently it can happen.
The website says that people who smoke marijuana are 600% more likely to be diagnosed with Schizophrenia within 15 years than people who do not.
I wonder if that means if I smoke marijuana will the reverse happen to me? Lol. Will in the next 15 years, I no longer be living this way?
Mind blown.
So someone mentioned and suggested that I reflect how Schizophrenia has affected my life and how it continues to do so. Well, this interests me. I’ve never been one to write a long drawled out thing about myself. I mean, it’s the internet, no one wants their life on there. Right? I’ve done things, said things and lived through things I’ve regretted. But with every step I took, I became more of myself. I became the me I was meant to be. And if that means I live the rest of my life with Schizophrenia. So be it.
I think I’ll divide this up really. Make it less of a clutter, and more interesting to read. So, I’ll start off with my next “text” post to be my support system. How it started, who’s involved and how they help me through my every day life. Because, if you’re a Schizophrenic, you know that life isn’t as easy as everyone else’s. I say my next post, because for the life of me I can’t find a photo of me and my mother. Who is most definitely, my greatest support. From birth until now, she’s been there. While other people have come and gone, and left marks and scars, my mother remains.
Please do remember, I love submissions. I love questions. And I love you all. If you ever need support, advice or just an open unbiased ear. I’m the girl.
I know I’ve been slack on posting. It’s not intentional. Because I know this is not just my life blog, this is an educational blog. But I lack inspiration. I don’t know what people what to know, what people want to see. I could post about my life, but that could get boring….
Yeah I suck at this. Hahaha. I’ve been debating posting more graphs. And photos. They are very popular. And I think you’re right on the track of how it affects my life. Much appreciated :D
(via fishiesinthetrees)
I know I’ve been slack on posting. It’s not intentional. Because I know this is not just my life blog, this is an educational blog. But I lack inspiration. I don’t know what people what to know, what people want to see. I could post about my life, but that could get boring. So I do it sparingly. Advice?
This is the time of the year, more common for people to seep into a depression. I used to be this way, but this year I’m trying my best to stay positive.
Does anyone else get depressed this time of year? Do you know what makes you depressed? What do you do about it?
I don’t know what love feels like, so I can’t say. I have a psychiatrist, a case worker, and my family and that’s about my support system.
Any friends? Friends can be a support system as well. Family can be a great support system. A lot of my family doesn’t understand what exactly I live with. But my mother has been by my side from the get-go. She’s been there when everyone else wasn’t.
I was always afraid to tell my significant other about my Schizophrenia. While I’m fully accepting of everyone, not everyone is fully accepting of what they don’t understand. I’ve told a couple S/O’s in the past. Not all of them took it well.
I was lucky that with Jonathan, he’s fully supportive. According to my family, he’s the first decent guy I’ve ever been with.
When someone pisses you off, and you just HAPPEN to be in that time of the month, they have to automatically assume it’s because of that? Is it not even slightly possible that you’re pissing me off because you’re annoying?
I’m pretty sure my period has nothing to do with your stupidity.
Am I right girls?
![Okay, I admit it. Jonathan and I met on a dating website. [OkCupid] As cheesy and unromantic as that sounds, we are perfect. I have the world’s best supporter.
But I’m interested. Are any of you in a relationship? Do you have a loved one? What about a support system?](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvwzeooEx61r6267ko1_1280.jpg)
Okay, I admit it. Jonathan and I met on a dating website. [OkCupid] As cheesy and unromantic as that sounds, we are perfect. I have the world’s best supporter.
But I’m interested. Are any of you in a relationship? Do you have a loved one? What about a support system?
