I haven’t experience domestic violence personally, but I know people around me who has. What upset me the most is when I hear people say that the woman knew what she was getting herself into, or that if she wanted she could have left him. I’ve experienced a situation where the man was holding his wife at gun point calling her all kinds of names, the woman called her in-laws who lived near her, and they said that they were not gonna get involved…….
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Have you ever felt ashamed by your sexuality ? I know I’ve often felt shame from liking sex too much or talking about it too much. I used to a very bad relationship with sex, probably because of my history of abuse, where I would use my sexuality to make man suffer, in my own way.
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You don’t understand the value of life until you almost loose it. Many thinks that you have to be physically hurt for your life to be in danger but mental illness does the work pretty well also.
I’ve been near death both ways. I have wanted to die most of my life so I when I got sick I kinda hoped that I died in the process. But when I realized I was capable of taking my own life… It scared me to death.. There is nothing scarier than suicide. (At least for me). People says that suicide is selfish, what they don’t understand that it’s a kind of self defense. The problem with is that it’s a permanent solution for a temporary problem. When I say temporary I don’t mean a couple of days, or even a couple of months, because recovery from depression can take time, but it’s not as long as eternity. I can’t stress enough the urgency for more mental health awareness, so people can recognize the signs of mental distress and help the ones in need. In 2014 it’s outrageous that depression is still stigmatized, particularly in ” first world countries” which are suppose to have most things figured out. Yet there’s that epidemic going at an extremely high rate, and our societies don’t seem to realize the gravity of the situation.
I think that my ranting about mental illness bug had bit me today , because I just can’t stop talking about it. I have an online voice, mind as well use it for the better. We celebrate life, we want to humanitarian, but why do we forget about the ones that are dead inside? When I was depressed, I was just surviving, and trust me it’s not fun. Not being able to feel, or just feeling pain are no proper ways of living. The worse part it that most mental illnesses are manageable with proper treatments. PEOPLE RECOVER FROM DEPRESSION!
It’s such an hidden truth that even people who suffer from it, tend to forget it. Small acts of kindness can do a real difference in someone who has lost taste of life. I remember, one thing that kept me going is that I had to give a daily report to my friend A.. We weren’t as close as we are, but the fact that she showed that she cared, made me hold on to life a little more. My friend M. spent her 2 weeks vacations doing activities with me, she knew I liked to play tennis so she would rent the tennis court, would come pick me up and I had no excuses to stay in.
Not everyone has such a good support system, during my depression, I basically changed friends because my old ones would make fun of me and tell me to toughen up. It was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made, luckily, 2 angels came to my rescue M and A, and I think they will stay in my life forever. I also withdrew from my best friends, not because they wouldn’t be supportive but because they were away from me and I didn’t want to worry them. Shame also played a part in it, I’m not gonna lie, how do you explain to the people who knows you the most that you want to kill yourself, when everything is going right in your life.
Be that angel to someone, remind them that you care. We are a social specie and our survival depends on our interconnection.
We use the word life too much, not understanding its true meaning. The act of living does not consist of having a pulse; its waking up and going to sleep yearning to see another day!
I won’t say her name, she was not on WordPress and I can’t verify that information. Reportedly she suffered from depression. He blog was about empowering black girls, making them proud of their natural beauty. I feel sad because it’s another proof how depression doesn’t show on someone’s face. That girl used her gift to help others and she needed help herself. The taboo of mental illness is very dangerous. I only started feeling better, when I allowed myself to tell others I was depressed and I wasn’t ashamed of it.
I don’t really know what to say because I didn’t know her, but when someone commits suicide I can relate, and it pains me because it can be avoided. I feel like there is a mental health crisis everywhere and people just bury their head in the sand! People are screaming for help and no one seem to realize the gravity of the situation. A lot of efforts are being made but a lot more needs to be done, we need to stop the stigma! Increase the awareness!
We cannot keep loosing such talented lives because their illness is not taken seriously enough. The internet is a good way for us to share our feeling and talk about our struggles. I know the WordPress community is doing a lot in terms of awareness and blogging has helped me personally to find a meaning in life.
I want to say to all of you , keep up the good work! Every post, every comment, makes a difference. We have to continue the work because it’s important. For the ones who read us, we are there for you, depression is a very dark cave where it’s hard to find a way out. But there is a way out… you have to keep hope and faith. The pain is so hard sometimes, so deep, you cannot breathe, you don’t see yourself going on like that… Some days you wish you could die just for a couple of days… to have a break…with life. I think the only solution is patience.
Personally the combination of therapy and medication worked for me. Therapy is the most important, not only talking to a psychologist, but also meditation, mindfulness, writing, everything that can help you clear you mind. I remember I use to postpone my death, for a week, a month, a year. Give myself small goals or rewards, to get through the week. It’s hard I know… if you can’t do it by yourself it’s okay… go to the emergency room… it’s not a fun thing, they treat you like you’re crazy, unless you are lucky and find a good nurse, but at least you will be safe. Sometimes a night in the ER is enough to keep your compulsions in check.
Anyways! That’s all for today! Remember… there is always hope. Help is available, don’t be ashamed, depression is a deadly disease.
Kissing has always been special for me. I think it has a lot to do with being abused, but it was the only thing I didn’t give him(Besides my virginity) . During my teenage years I had a very unhealthy relationship with boys, I would use them, make them want me and then tell them I wouldn’t have sex. I don’t know if I still have that ability but I was able to separate my body from my feelings.
Kisses was reserved for my boyfriend, or for guys I really liked. I’ve kissed many boys in my life, but I only remember very few of them. My first boyfriend and I went out for 4 years, and we never had sex. It was important for me and he respected that without asking any questions. My for sexual partner was my current boyfriend, and I still long for his kissed.
Kisses are more intimate for me, it’s very hard not to put feelings into them. I kiss people I love, like my friends, my family,Jack and I send you guys virtual kisses. Jack gives the most awesome kisses! They’re unexpected and he doesn’t ask for permission. He’s the only one allowed to do so.
My BF kisses are good too. I feel safe when he kisses me on the forehead. Loved when when gives me a french kiss. And desired when he kisses me on the neck 🙂 .
Kisses are good. Kisses are fun. 🙂