I live with the hope that someday sleep will not be so elusive, but once again a dear friend who visits regularly.
Trying to sleep, working at sleep are exercises in futility. You close your eyes and peer into the dark, scratchy sandpaper which is the inside of your eyelid. This is the torture of insomnia.
Getting to the core of sleep disorder. To start sleeping at night and not dreading it.
Anything can happen to you when you’re not looking at life through the muddy lenses of sorrow and depression. So, if you find yourself depressed, seek help. Keep seeking until you get it.
Bipolar one disorder is a brain chemistry disorder. Yes, it is all in my head, quite literally. Get the chemistry right and voila! I’m back!
It is very hard to explain to people who have never known serious depression or anxiety the sheer continuous intensity of it. There is no off switch.
I’m climbing to the top of the mountain of this depression. If the depression won’t lift, then I must climb above it. It’s the only way of escape I can think of.
When you’re climbing out of a depression, grab all the joy you can!
Depression is so insidious, and it compounds daily, that it’s impossible to ever see the end. The fog is like a cage without a key.
I would welcome anyone looking for a safe place to express yourself and learn and live in your own skin with friends also searching for a friendly place to be themselves – embrace your disability and check out My Disability Matters Club – rekindle your inner spirit!
A story from the Baby Boomer generation – of family, their struggles and quest for happiness.