Mental Health Self-Therapy Journal
Considering I’ve isolated for the past year (and most of 2020) with minimal human interaction, I didn’t expect that I would talk so much at my first counseling appointment. The session was the initial intake via video with the VA psychologist. My morning wasn’t going so well, as I wasn’t feeling great physically or emotionally.... Continue Reading →
I began this writing a few weeks ago and have filled it in to update. Finally, I was able to speak to a VA counselor this week, and one of the first things I told her was a brief summary of Worst VA Doctor Experience. (The following day, I received a phone call informing me... Continue Reading →
Sobriety hasn’t been all it’s cracked up to be. I’m miserable and more depressed than ever, but it’s not because I miss alcohol. It’s because reality sucks, and I’m still sick. Alcohol and positive thoughts kept my mental health afloat for years. I have ditched them both in order to be the real me, which... Continue Reading →
This is going to be a rant, because I’m utterly pissed off!! I’ve decided that men are bad for my mental health. If I felt better, I would have walked off some of my irate feelings towards Florida’s abortion ban proposal in the Women’s March over the weekend. Besides governing women’s bodies, the downright creepiness... Continue Reading →
Not much has happened since my last post, including seeing a specialist about whatever condition I have. I still haven’t left my house, eating minimally, and symptoms come and go except for the stabbing back and rib pain. Some days are better than others. A couple of days I managed to clean my house and... Continue Reading →
I started writing this yesterday morning and stopped midway: Lack of good quality healthcare and health options really makes a tremendous difference in a person’s life. I am so raging mad right now, because I just found out my doctor had the test results that I’ve been waiting for. She sat on them for two... Continue Reading →
Writing has not been on my list of priorities, because right now I’m just surviving day to day. It’s taken me three days to write this. My mind is all over the place, and I’m still experiencing pain and discomfort from whatever is going on. My muscle issues seemed to have cleared up tremendously, but... Continue Reading →
Since my last post, a few things have happened. First, someone finally took notice that my physical issue is beyond what I am being treated for. Without fixing one problem, my other issues will never resolve. I didn’t realize the amount of pain I was in until it was 70% gone for a day or... Continue Reading →
In 1995, I wrote “My Afterlife Theories” for a college humanities class. In it, I stated my theories weren’t concrete and may change over time, because anything is possible until there is proof. This is a pretty fair statement that still applies to how I feel today. There were other things I wrote 26 years... Continue Reading →
Sometimes during self-therapy writing, emotions come up that I am unaware of. For instance, bringing up Biker Guy caused me to suddenly burst into tears a few times. Each time, it surprised me that anything was still there, because I thought I’ve already moved past it. I’ll take it as a sign that I’m still... Continue Reading →
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