I mentioned in yesterday’s video that emotions are meant to only last 90 seconds. They peak halfway and then dissipate.
Unfortunately, we sometimes poke at our emotions. Sometimes, it’s subconscious, and we’re not even aware that we are triggering the emotion to return or stay, far longer than it’s physiologically meant to. Continue reading
Well, would you look at that?
I actually went through the entire 10 weeks, despite saying that this thing was probably not for me.
Sadly, I lost the last three weeks of in-person group therapy, due to the outbreak of COVID-19 and social distancing guidelines.
I was hoping that they would postpone the program and I’d be able to make up the last three weeks at a later date.
Unfortunately, they opted for one-on-one phone sessions, which were valuable, but were certainly not the same.
I was able to get all the material emailed to me.
And here we are.
I gave it a chance and I ended up loving it Continue reading “Graduating from Intensive Outpatient Mental Health Therapy”
It’s been no secret that I’m currently enjoying Will I Ever Be Good Enough? Healing the Daughters of Narcissistic Mothers by Dr Karyl McBride.
The book has three major sections.
Thanks to the holidays, I’ve only been able to make it through the first section, which helps you identify what the problems were in your family growing up.
But despite not being through the entire book yet, there was a concept that stuck out at me and I felt I needed to share it with you.
In the book, Dr. McBride talks about triangulation. Reading about it gave me an “Aha!” moment.
Continue reading “Everyone knows how awful *YOU* are…”
If you are in a domestic abuse situation, you can visit the website of Ending Violence Association of Canada for resources or call or the National Domestic Violence Hotline (US) at: 1-800-799-7233.
If you’re at risk of being tracked, open a browser tab in ‘private mode’ or ‘incognito.’ Right click on the link, and choose “Copy Link Address.” Paste the address into the private browser window.
I hate articles like this but, these are ways abusers track their victims. I’m sharing it simply so you are aware of ways you may be tracked.
Just remember, you’re not alone. There’s always hope. There’s help out there.
When I was 6-years-old, my dad tried to kill my mom in front of me.
I’m going to be honest with you, I’ve blocked out a lot of my childhood.
But there are key things that I will never forget.
My childhood memories play like a bad DVD.
There’s a clear “video” of a memory in my head, and then all of a sudden, the CD skips, and there’s a chunk of the story missing.
But, a lot of my life as a child was documented in police reports and court records so, I know the few memories I have are true.
As the story progresses, you’ll see why trauma caused me to suppress a lot of my memories and led to the delayed onset of post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD). Continue reading “The Almost-Murder”
I want to switch gears here a little, and jump the timeline forward to the present, and hopefully share some resources that I wish I knew much earlier on in my journey.
I’ve mentioned that my husband has schizophrenia and PTSD, stemming from his service in the US Army. I also have mental health problems of my own. To top it off, in the spring of 2013, my mom had a stroke.
It was that stroke that brought us to the ER, when we discovered that she had Stage IV Ovarian Cancer.
She underwent emergency surgery that night to install bilateral nephrostomy tubes, because the tumour was so large that her ureters were blocked, and all her pee was backing up into her kidneys.
She was sent home with medication, to wait for a debulking surgery to remove the tumour and all the affected tissue.
But shortly after she was sent home, she had two more strokes: A bleed at the old site, and another ischemic attack. Continue reading “Resources you may actually need! #MentalHealth”
Ooh. I know this is going to rub my actual friends, who follow me on social media, in all the wrong ways. Before you get offended, read all the way through. Just saying…
I grew up in a cult.
There’s just no other way to put it.
It took me, well, until about now, to be able to even say that, because my religion was a huge part of my identity.
Those of us who were in it since birth, usually say, “I was born in ‘the church.'”
The organization was called The Worldwide Church of God (AKA WCG – you’ll see how funny these acronyms get as we go along; also, watch this video I’ve embedded, if you don’t want to read a dissertation on a cult that doesn’t exist anymore). Continue reading “I Grew Up In a Cult”