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Acute Stress Disorder - shatterthestigma.wordpress.com…
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Adjustment disorder - shatterthestigma.wordpress.com…
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Anorxia Nervosa - www.recoveryplus.org.uk/redire…
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Avoidant Personality Disorder - shatterthestigma.wordpress.com…
Binge eating disorder - shatterthestigma.wordpress.com…
Bipolar - shatterthestigma.wordpress.com…
Body Dysmorphic Disorder - shatterthestigma.wordpress.com…
Borderline Personality disorder (bpd) - shatterthestigma.wordpress.com…
Brief psychotic disorder - shatterthestigma.wordpress.com…
Bulimia Nervosa - www.recoveryplus.org.uk/redire…
Compulsive overeating - shatterthestigma.wordpress.com…
Cyclothymic Disorder - shatterthestigma.wordpress.com…
Dependent Personality Disorder - shatterthestigma.wordpress.com…
Depression - shatterthestigma.wordpress.com…
Depersonalization - shatterthestigma.wordpress.com…
Dissociation - shatterthestigma.wordpress.com…
Dissociative Amnesia - wp.me/pNzfX-2m
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Gender Identity Disorder - shatterthestigma.wordpress.com…
Hypersomnia - shatterthestigma.wordpress.com…
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Learning Disorders - shatterthestigma.wordpress.com…
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Obsessive Compulsive Disorder - shatterthestigma.wordpress.com…
Orthorexia - www.recoveryplus.org.uk/redire…
Pain disorder - shatterthestigma.wordpress.com…
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Phonological disorder - shatterthestigma.wordpress.com…
Pica - shatterthestigma.wordpress.com…
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Pyromania - shatterthestigma.wordpress.com…
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Selective Mutism - shatterthestigma.wordpress.com…
Social Phobia - wp.me/pNzfX-1q
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Trichotillomania - shatterthestigma.wordpress.com…
The issue of stigma - shatterthestigma.deviantart.co…
Seaking help - shatterthestigma.deviantart.co…
StigmaIt was not the disease that turned me mad.
It was what they said, see it got me bad.
I was sane, until they came.
It was them who caused this pain.
I'd like to think that I'm sane.
Yet no one else feels the same.
Maybe none of this is real.
This is not fact, just what I feel.
It's true then that I'm just fucked.
Maybe this was just my luck.
So I sinned in my past life.
So my skin just loves my knife.
Tell her she's sick and she'll do what we ask.
So they gave me poison; in a wine flask.
Dancing with ButterfliesShe was dancing with butterflies in a disorienting world. A chaotic expanse of a mind barely absent sent her soaring into the stars, unaware of the desolation left in an ongoing rampage. Reality was an illusion; a long forgotten memory and an old friend lost in the passing of time. Her grasp on sanity was a laughable hallucination; a deception of grandiose ideas and irrational behaviors from a reason abandoned. To her, everything was wonderful and magical, dancing amongst the butterflies of true madness.
I need advice! So I started taking these diet pills that have a lot of caffeine and that did not go well. I've felt sick and it was really messing with my head. I had so much energy it was making me feel panicy and anxious and I felt so out of place. I seriously don't know why I bother. I can't go on diet pills because they give me so much anxiety and makes me feel like I'm going to have a panic attack. I seriously have to get back on doing my stomach exercises. It's hard for me because I have no motivation sometimes. I got so much going on with me right now I feel like I'm going to lose my head I just wish I could love my body. I wish I had my old body back before all this medication. It really effects a persons self esteem. My psychiatrist said that the meds I'm on don't really cause weight gain, so he suggested it might be my thyroid. I'm hoping and praying that it is because hopefully it can be fixed. I have to see my physical doctor about it. I got to make an appointment
Lesson Learned So I learned that due to my panic attacks that I was having, it was from my withdrawal. Yes, unfortunately I was abusing my Neurontin. I know I know, it was very stupid. I should have known better and I wish I never did it. Luckily I'm on a schedule with my meds now and I'm taking them on a regular basis. Thanks to my family I'm doing much better and I'm so relieved that it was just a withdrawal and nothing to do with my other medications. I'm relieved that I can get through this and know what to do from here on end.
From what I experienced with my panic attacks was awful. I never had it that bad before. I learned the difference between an anxiety attack and a panic attack. Anxiety for me is I get an achy feeling in my chest, I shake, I feel sick and I can't sit still. My panic attacks were so different. I felt like I was going out of my mind! I didn't have control over my emotions and I couldn't stop crying. I felt like I was outside of my body. I felt l
So apparently I might have been misdiagnosed So I went to the doctors yesterday (my new psychiatrist) and he was saying that instead of me having a bipolar disorder, I might have borderline personality disorder instead. It sucks because I feel like this whole time I wasn't properly medicated. I know BPD doesn't have a cure when it comes to medication, but I feel like I could have been on something else that would have helped me better. I'm freaking out too because I'm looking up the symptoms online and I feel like I relate more towards BPD then bipolar disorder. It's just lately I haven't felt like myself and I feel like I'm "out of my body" type of feeling. I get these moments where I don't feel in control of my emotions and I feel like any minute I'm about to literally snap. I'm on medication now thank god, but it's mostly for depression. I'm not a mood stabilizer which I don't like. I thought Geodon was a mood stabilizer but when I looked it up it wasn't categorized as one. I have had an eating disorder
The Positive Traits of Autism...(Not by me)
LoyaltyHardworking Logical ThinkingCreativityHonestyEmpathic and Understanding
NOT WITHOUT US - World Mental Health
The stigmas surrounding mental illness are perpetuated viciously and constantly— gun violence, for instance is often considered synonymous with having impaired mental health. This stigma is more than dangerous; it skews the views of those with and without the condition, those who treat the mentally ill, and those who are asked to create legislation surrounding mental health.
I was very hesitant to put this journal out, but I hope that by doing so we can show that mental health stigma will not be tolerated— not while we as those with the conditions are here to educate others. So I ask you,
What mental health stigmas have you encountered?
What do you see as a solution to correcting those beliefs?
Not Without Us
"If you ask clinicians what people with mental illnesses need, they will list treatment first and they might talk about jobs or housing fourth or fifth down the list. If you ask people w
Spreading Awareness: Call for Articles - Update
Please check below for an extensive list on holidays and observances that are overseen in September. The list is borrowed from HERE.
Spreading-Awareness is a group dedicated to positively and creatively engaging deviants in social causes and issues affecting many people worldwide. We do not aid the promotion of politically-charged topics, such as the recent debate over SOPA. We do this so as to focus on you, the person, and not you, the people.
Every month we invite you to chronicle with us the many observances, holidays, and causes founded over the last century. This month, September, we are looking for people to write on any of the following topics found below. We may have missed some though, so feel free to comment about those too. You are free to write as many journals for the group so long as you:
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Epilepsy Awareness Day March 26th 2013The Purple Truth
March 26, known to the epileptic community as Purple Day, is a day to promote understanding and teach others the signs of epilepsy and seizures. As one of the most common neurological conditions in the world, directly affecting 65 million people globally, and with 1 out of 10 people having suffered a seizure in their lifetime, this condition has a real presence in our lives. What is epilepsy though?
Epilepsy is defined as a medical condition that produces seizures affecting a variety of mental and physical functions. Normal brain function is made possible by millions of tiny electrical charges passing between nerve cells in the brain and to all parts of the body. When someone has epilepsy, this normal pattern may be interrupted by intermittent bursts of electrical energy that are much more intense than usual.
A seizure, a symptom of epilepsy, occurs when a brief, strong sur
Explanation of DepressionFor those of you who are lucky enough to have never experienced the curse of depression, this is for you. This is for you to try and comprehend what myself and millions of other people go through every single day. Just think hard and hold onto these words. Take them with you wherever you go. When you are alone, think only of what I am about to tell you. For that is the first burden of depression. No matter how hard you try, it is impossible to escape. It haunts the lives of those it preys upon. The moment your mind is clear of worldly distractions it consumes every thought inside your head. It's the annoying and constant nagging voice of a mother, the ticking of a clock, the sound of a leaky faucet. But much, much worse than any faucet. Rather than hearing drip, drip, drip, it's a horrible screeching creature telling you every second you're worth nothing, no one cares about you, everyone would be better off if you were dead. For the very weak, like myself, all we want to do
Find a Way
She ran through the somber forest as the rain poured down on the earth. The sound of the thunder echoed in her ears every time it shook the heavens above. Her breath was heavy. Her heart was beating like a drum against her chest. Her legs ached. Her arms were sore from pushing tree branches away from her face, leaving open cuts. Suddenly, she stumbled and fell to an open field in the middle of the woods. Trying to get up, she began to crawl. With little strength left inside herself, she failed. She laid face up towards the thundering sky. Trying to catch her breath with her weakened lungs, she began to cry unconditionally. Her tears mixed with the undying rain. Blood ran down her arms from her open wounds, saturating with the earth. She screamed, but the thunder over powered her voice. She lifted her head up slightly, looking around the forest clearing to see if someone would be there to help her, but no one was. She laid there helpless. She was lost. She closed her eyes slowly,
The Power of Word Choice “That wardrobe is so schizophrenic. The weather has been bipolar lately. I just killed myself studying.”
I have heard phrases like these more this semester than any other time in my life. That is not to say it’s all suddenly brand new. Rather, I hear these phrases because I’m more aware about mental health and the word choices we use to describe it.
These phrases cut through to my very soul when I hear them.
We don’t often consider how our words may affect others who are silent, nearby, and potentially listening. I know I’ve fallen for this mistake myself—many a time—and I know that it’s okay if I do, and that it’s okay that other people do as well. We’re all human and we all make mistakes.
However, I’ve found myself wishing people knew more about mental health awareness and how these phrases can be like swords stabbing someone’s flesh, rat
The Difference Between Snakes and RopesLast night there was a woman
where my girl was and she said to me,
“This. That’s what he did.”
A woman isn’t born vulnerable, but
vulnerability is a part of personhood
and being self-aware of insecurities
is more vividly human than vibrancy;
more sexy than secrecy.
I’d compose her movement to music
or pen it on paper, proffer it as poetry
and profess confessions as love
but I’d rather be on standby—
even as passerby—
because I ache and I ache
all the time now, for her.
For her I am sore and unstomachable
and nurse wounds that aren’t mine.
For her, I worry.
I worry and I tighten knots,
practice my box, bow tie, square, slip,
and double coin knots and remember
that the method to madness is comfort;
being complacent with sanity
makes for insanity
and being complacent with a lover
is to take them for granted.
I tighten the same knot
and expect the same result,
wind the bight around again,
again, and again. And bite.
I knot, bight;
poem for a shamefree world.There are people,
that are difffernet.
They have a illness,
they don´t pretend.
They have it hard,
it´s not their choice.
People may think,
but that´s so wrong.
They might feel shame,
when they should not do.
And that´s becouse of you,
who makes fun of them.
For you i feel sorry,
you have my pity.
The people you toy with,
They are worthier than you,
to have a good life.
They wish no harm,
compared to you.
To you who suffer
step forward my friend.
Don´t feel ashamed,
burst in to life.
Be proud of what you are,
don´t listen to them.
Who only want to see,
that you are suffering.
And then you´ll shine,
brighter than any.
So don´t be afraid,
please take my hand.
Together we´ll fight
this shameful world..
Your life is not a British television showPeople on social media sites
tend to glorify things that hurt.
They brag about things
that people struggle with.
Mental illness is not a label.
It is not a badge nor a privilege
or something you have to earn.
they battle voices in their heads
that they do not even recognize.
People struggle to tame
their inner demons
and keep up an image
that the world expects them to uphold.
Mental illness is not cute,
being so anxious you cannot speak is not a quirk.
Relying on people to take care of you is not romantic.
Your life is not an episode of Skins
The idea of Effy and Freddie is fictional,
no one is going to save you.
We go home and muffle our cries
while dragging razors across our wrists
chasing pills with bottles of vodka.
Our thoughts turn on us
Like a loaded gun,
and we are stuck forever
in a game of Russian roulette.
We wear long sleeves,
and try to drown out voices with headphones.
We tremble at the thought of giving up the chemicals
we have become dependent
all signs point to nowherepinched nose to stop from crying
broke a string
like tears will change a thing
accent on the first syllable please darling, I'd love to hear you scream
ravenous for a story
you sure you don't want a knife with that pen?
i know i will never look at you the same
the same things
that have been pulling me under
for the past forever
are reaching up for you
and i know exactly what
the little things are planning to do
a little crash with that stutter
a little fear with that shudder
you'll never be the same again
don't know where my head has been at these days
iron struts keep us all up but the underworld isn't made of iron is it
this rust will get to you just like it devoured me
bleeding fingers intertwine why are these paper cuts not so irregular
scream all night
they don't bother to listen anymore
cut to the chase
they aren't the ones who are watching out for you
the same things
that have been pulling me under
for the past forever
are reaching up
Hide and ResistDon't tense up
You need to relax
Just hold it in
Put on a mask.
If they see your face tighten
They'll think you're in pain
And I suppose that's true
But it can't be explained.
I know that it's hard
But you can't let them know
Try not to react
To the urges that flow.
An itch you can't scratch
A blade you can't touch
These urges won't leave
It's becoming too much.
It seems that the darkness
Is creeping back in
Back into your life
But you can't let it win.
You can't go back there
Back down that road
The road that leads nowhere
That leaves you so cold.
So just grin and bear it
Hide and resist
Make sure that your struggle
Is something they miss.
The urges will pass
Like they always do
And the one who knew about them
Will have only been you.
Partner in PainI can't escape.
I've ran till my feet have bled,
The trail left in the wake,
A gushing river of red.
The blood from years of fear,
Mixing with tears
From all those years
Of not knowing who I am.
The tide is rising,
And I am failing at disguising
The gurgles from my throat
Refusing to scream for a boat
Stubborn and broken
My cries for help go unspoken.
Will you watch as I drown?
Scream as I go down?
You can't pull me out,
So don't give in to doubt
That there was more to be done
To take bullets out of this gun.
Locked and loaded
I aim at the past
Shooting at nothing
But the pain that has amassed.
No this gun is shooting blanks
The water I am drowning in
Is no deeper than my shins
And the sound you hear is me choking on my sins.
I have no words strong enough for my thanks
To always have you sitting beside me on this bloody bank.
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