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When Do I Tell My Kids?

boldkevin:

This article was written by one of our members and is very much well worth the read and raises a very relevant point for many of us.

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When should you talk to your child about mental illness if it runs in the family? If you tell your child about the possibility of a future with mental illness will it heighten her anxiety and make things worse?

My kids are 9, 7, and 3. If your child is close to 7 or 8 years old, they may be old enough to understand. There are a lot of reasons to tell them. First of all, if you don’t acknowledge it as a family, it is more likely to go untreated in other family members. Knowing early in life not only allows our children to be in a safe place with people who support and love them when they hear about it, but they will be more aware of watching out for warning signs and seeking help when they need it. Also, if you are the one with the illness –…

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Submitted Article.

Hi all,

I received an email from one of our members who wanted to share an article she had written with the guild.

Because this article has been published on another site which is not a WordPress site I am not able to simply rebolog it.

 

Additionally I did not feel comfortable simply copying and pasting the article from that site without the site owner’s permission.  Yes, the author has given permission but I still feel that I need to respect the site-owner’s intellectual property and copyright rights.

 

So I thought that the best way forward was to simply post a link to the article for you all :)

The link is as follows and it really is a very interesting, well written and honest article about mental health and the stigma that is all too often wrongly attached to it.

I found my preconceptions of mentally ill patients were strongly challenged.

Kind Regards and happy reading all.

Kevin

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To Look Beyond What We First See.

Originally posted on Voices of Glass:

stigma As a long term sufferer with Mental Health issues I have always been saddened by the ways in which people often react so negatively towards those of us who suffer with poor mental health.

Negative reactions which range from indifference to mocking and judgement and yes even ridicule and abuse.  I am fairly confident, as a mental health blogger, that most of my readers who they themselves suffer with poor mental health will have had first hand and painful experiences of such things.

The truth is that such reactions often come out of; nervousness, fear, ignorance, peer-pressure, and even unaddressed hurts within the person who is reacting in such a way.

In fact, one of the reasons for my starting this blog was to try – albeit in some small way – to share some of my own experiences in the hope that it might help others to understand.

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Submission From A Member – Reader Discretion Required.

tw-sign6Dear Reader/Member.

I am displaying the Trigger Warning sign on this post as this post deals with matters of both suicide and self-harming.

Members and readers are therefore encouraged to use discretion and consider very carefully whether they wish to continue reading.

Hi all,

I received an email this morning to which the following article/post was attached.  In the e-mail I was asked if I would consider posting the attached article/post.

Having considered it very carefully I have indeed decided to publish the article as it is in my opinion, well written, informative, honest and in many ways very raw.

I also feel that not only will it help others to understand what suicidal ideation can be like but that it will open up comments to the author.

In truth I do not know which member sent the post to me as I do not recognize the email address, but I am grateful to them and hope that our members – having considered the warning displayed above – will read the following post/article and respond as their harts lead them.  (I have not edited the following post/article in anyway)…

Suicidal Suffering

I think this blog post will be the hardest one I`ve ever written, normally my writing is upbeat and entertaining to say the least. However this post is different and like my disorder it changes because it`s simply not a topic I can easily talk about with ease. My moods even on medication shift and I`ve now begun my journey to Lake Depression, something I feared all this time. Wanting to kill yourself is not something you`d bring up with friends at a party or any other location. For me I`ve always told people when I`m suicidal and I don`t know why. People have said that I`m only seeking attention when I utter attempts to kill myself, in a way they are correct. I want the world to know that at the exact moment of when I tell them, I have the pills and a water bottle in my hands deciding whether to end my life. This is the part of being bipolar that isn`t fun but where it`s downright scary. The nagging urge to kill yourself on a daily basis fills your mind and all your thoughts and dreams are about death or killing yourself. I first started daydreaming about death when I was ten or fourteen which later progressed to dreams of me tying bed sheets together and hanging myself.

That year my parents had divorced and like any normal kid depression would follow. Your entire life is disappearing and there`s nothing you can do to stop it however in a sense I was relieved  that my father was no longer living with us, his physical abuse would now end forever. But the depression got worse to the extent were I had prayed to God why my father just didn`t kill me, why did I have to do this? My mind constantly told me I was at fault for my parents marriage to break up and the only solution would be to kill myself. It took two weeks for me to finally get the courage to get the pills and water and I sat up late one night on the computer crying my eyes out. Crushed the  ten Tylenol and mixed it in the water and I debated again whether I should literally do this. My mind told me I deserved to die I was not a person who deserved to live, people would no longer care or remember me and all the times my father ever hit me or degraded me I had deserved it all because I didn`t deserve to live. Eventually I didn`t do it and the suicidal depression lasted another week until it ceased.   Throughout all my life my depressive episodes start intense really fast and always have a suicidal attempt and half the time no one knows I`ve even tried to kill myself. The least I can say is that I`ve tried or planned to kill myself at least fourteen times  most of those have been planned.

The one time I was hospitalized for depression I was admitted because I had wanted to cut my  jugular with a butcher`s knife one week after the end of the Christmas holidays. I had already picked a time and a date and had even practiced each night after everyone had went to bed how to cut my neck so I wouldn`t feel the pain or die slowly. The abnormal guilt that I had for my father`s abuse and any other minor problem had pushed me so close to the edge that I was completely   done. A positive thing would occur from my death and everyone would be happy. Tyler the trouble boy, Tyler the overdramatic, Tyler the attention seeker would now be dead. They would mourn and cry for a couple weeks to play the show and just like that the world would forget me. It ironic that while manic I always thought that I needed the world to know me if I ever died but at this time I wanted my history that had haunted me for so long to disappear. Over the countless years my depression continues to get worse to a point it gets so severe that even push people away in the fear that I`d get them hurt. However I have had two friends that have caused me to become suicidal, looking back at it know it seems so foolish that I let friends push me to the edge of suicide but it happens. With the first friend I knew her for three years and so close and unfortunately I got depressed one summer.

It got so bad I burnt myself to try and relive the pain that I felt. At this point I was begging her to visit me because I was so suicidal that I was scared and I wanted to say goodbye to her. Every day I would send a her a text message until it got to a point where she ended our friendship.    I didn`t eat for five days , didn`t shower and didn`t bother to come out of my room and when I did it was only to find a way to kill myself.  For weeks I planned  ways to die it was just no use to in living when I had no one else willing to at least listen or talk to me. That was the hard put in understanding that I could possibly die alone with this disease. This year alone I`ve had three depressive episodes that have all resulted into suicidal attempts. This year I lost another close friend and got arrested as well, needless to say all of it pushed me to the edge. I remember one time where I was driving with my mom to my lawyer`s office when I just wanted to open the car door and jump into incoming traffic on the highway . It became a recurrent daydream whether I was in a car or on a bus.

I remember when I just couldn`t take it anymore when I decided I wanted to end it all and just feel peaceful. Got off the bus and waited for a car to come down the street and when I did see one I jumped in front just wishing not to get injured and live but to just die. The driver missed me and drove off after getting out and constantly asking if I was okay. The fact is I wasn`t okay and I don`t think I`m okay right now either.  It`s been a week and a half and I`ve just been thinking do I deserve to live? Most of the time it`s a yes of course but now I get no sometimes. I’ve lost so many friends  , a lot of them won`t even speak to me. I`ve lost my dignity and self-respect and worst of all I`ve lost what it truly feels to be normal  for a change. I`m in a phase of my life where I should be enjoying life to the full extent however I`m now entering the phase of a severe depressive episode. I long for the day when I no longer have thoughts about death or daydreaming about my funeral or even hanging myself. I just wish sometimes I could be happy for once , just one minute of normality. I always cry when I see my friends live a normal life because I can never have that, that simple reflection of what life could be like is something I have always longed for and will continue to search for.

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Mist Revisited: A Story About Depression

boldkevin:

I was recently contacted by Dylan one of our members and the blogger over at Eyes Through The Glass. He would like to share this blog post with our membership and I would recommend reading it :)

Originally posted on Eyes Through The Glass - A Blog About Asperger's:

Depression is not a thunderous night, it is a hundred days of mist.

Since I redid Exodus, I believe it’s high time I redid my old “Mist” post. Just as a refresher, you may want to read over Exodus as this post references it quite a lot.

I was speaking with one of my friends and it occurred to me that not everyone knew the things I went through, and figured it would be best to provide a consistent account of what exactly happened.

Initially I shied away from this, as I want to leave a lot of what happened behind. However, my efforts to do so have proven fruitless, as the past never seems to leave me as much as I would want it to.

I have to hide a lot, and hiding it as I did is an exhausting task. Consciously excising parts of my background takes…

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Time To Talk Day (UK)

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Today (February 6h 2014) is Time To Talk Day in the UK.  It is an exercise to encourage folk to talk about mental health and to pledge to do something about it.

To learn more about this why not visit the time-to-change website?

This is a great initiative and something we at Mental Health Writers Guild are very happy to support!

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Ooops!

ImportantHi all,

It seems that some folk have been trying to email me about membership but that the emails have not been getting through to me.

The best way to contact me concerning membership to the guild is by commenting on the Guild Members Page. That way not only do I see the comment but I usually do also get an email notification of the comment as well.

If you have written to me concerning membership and have not yet received a response please do comment below or on the Guild Members page and please accept my apology for my not having received your email.

I have checked (and do regularly check) my spam/junk mail folder in case emails have been going there, but sadly that does not seem to be the case.

Many thanks.

Kevin

 

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