“You heard me right! You are not weak, you are strong. You are not a failure, you are a fighter! This goes out to all mentalists. And it’s a gift from me (The Quiet Borderline) to you all – Please spread the love. Mental health is not something to be sneered at and it deserves much more respect. Stop the stigmatising.”
I was given this award by Halfway Between the Gutter and the Stars - Thank you very much! The quote is from The Quiet Borderline, who invented the award.
1. Make sure to add in the above text and image (below) to spread the love and add how little or how much you want! 2. Name your diagnoses – Stand loud and proud! You can tell us a little about them also if you’d like. How you’re affected by these diagnoses and how you are fighting your way out of them. 3. Add a photo of yourself, or some abstract picture that represents you, anything you like! 4. Send this on to as many, yes, as many, people that you like. It can be five, ten, fifty.
2. Complex Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder.
I’ve described CPTSD before as being like the regular kind of PTSD but in the form of a personality disorder.
PTSD usually happens in response to one event, or one period of time. The sufferer then receives treatment to sort out that event/period.
CPTSD gives me visual and emotional flashback across most of my life. None of which are pleasant. These make it hard sometimes to keep a grip on the here and now.
It makes me feel like I’m always living on a knife edge. And like I’m… not a part of everyone else. I don’t really know how to let other people in. It’s like everybody else learnt something somewhere along the way that I missed out on. And I don’t know how to catch myself up. And no-one I ask understands what I’m talking about so they won’t help me out.
My psychiatrist tells me that CPTSD is also the reason that I can’t picture a future, or remember anything much of the past.
It also makes me, at times insanely, paranoid.
Depression as an illness has absolutely nothing to do with being depressed. Depression is the absence of feeling. It’s like having the whole of your insides missing.
To repeat myself again, I think depression was best described by whoever said that if a person has it you could tell them that there was a million dollars in cash just waiting on their doorstep for them to collect, or that you’d just burned down their house, with everyone they loved in it, and neither would register a response.
I think depression’s the one that makes me not want to be alive anymore.
3. The Day After – Edvard Munch
4. It’s very hard to decide who to pass on this award to, what with trying to avoid giving it to people who’ve already received it lots of times before or to people who don’t like awards. So instead I’m going to make an open nomination of this award to anyone who wants it. I think everyone who reads this blog, and whose blogs I read is equally deserving of a nomination – and so, if you want it, it’s yours.