My mom and her ex fiancé are fighting. She hasn't offically broken up with him so he doesn't really know she's going to end the relationship. He is our only way of transport right now and we are in constant need of several doctors.
Now we are getting divorced. When she was not exhibiting symptoms she was the most wonderful person I ever met.
I always wanted to be a mom. Growing up, I would have these intense moments where I just wanted to have a baby so bad! I loved my cousins' kids, I loved holding babies...I just knew I was going to be a great mom someday. I got married, we waited awhile, and in my late 20s we started trying to get pregnant. That was a battle in of itself; I had to go to fertility clinics, take the Clomid regime, etc. etc., and finally on Christmas of 2013 we got pregnant with our son. He's 3 years old now and he's a hoot, and we now have a 1-year-old daughter too. But something keeps coming back to haunt me...why don't I love being a mom as much as I thought I would?
It's the weeks when I can't, or don't want to get out of bed for 4 or 5 days in a row. When leaving home to go on a 10 minute errand seems like climbing a mountain.
A disease only for soldiers, right? It’s typically associated with those who have served overseas and come back ‘damaged’ from what they’ve seen and experienced. Showcased on TV with violent outbursts and flashbacks, those with the disease are to be feared. At least thats what most people think.
I help them when they get thrown under the bus or something hurts them or something like that. I take their problems off their shoulders and run as fast as I can with them. I never got weighed down by it though. Then one day I saw the devil in disguise. He wasn't all pretty but he was, on the outside personality, what every girl wanted.
I'm a teen . most of the time my exams are on my head . Just bcuz there are so many exams I don't feel like studying for any of it the place I live in a place where anyone hardly care about what I do and everyone just wants results from me.
Tomorrow is a new day.....
That's what I've been telling myself lately. Some days "tomorrow" is great. Others, like today, they are horrible.
My story isn't inspirational or even one that people can learn from. I'm 42 years old, newly single mother of two sons. On disability benefits from my work, due to my diagnosis of bipolar, anxiety and severe depression. I have Hashimoto's disease as well.
“A true friend walks in the door when others are walking out.”
I am thinking about this quote right now with a couple of young people that I know, in mind.
There is so much hate in this world that sometimes it is so disheartening. When I look at the events that have taken place in this country and the relentless, disgusting hate that is spewing out for the entire world to see, I could cry.
We know this at a young age when we say goodbye to our first childhood pet.Our first goodbye that breaks our hearts into pieces we’re sure will never mend. We see this in the ebb and flow of the seasons. The browning of the autumn leaves that spiral downward to their rest.We know this and yet we are startled into remembering when we must say goodbye anew.
I’m a pretty positive person, but times have been tough for me lately. Foolishly, I thought I had an idea of what my future was going to look like and that I had it all figured out. The idea that I am not totally in control and there is a higher power that is influencing my life is a lesson that I apparently have not learned yet, but I’m starting to come around to that idea.
Well, right now I'm in a psych hospital with my hair dripping wet from my shower. I'm a 16 year old transgender male-to-female teen who has gone threw a lot I don't know where I should start but I guess how about when I was younger.
I can’t tell you the amount of times I have discussed my anxiety disorder. I have talked about it, in depth, to my friends, family, husband, Listen, Lucy followers and complete strangers. I have talked about it on stage in front of hundreds. I have talked about it at meetings and when I am with my support system. I have talked about it with therapists and doctors and I have even talked about it to random people I have met out and about. I have no problem telling anyone every single detail of my struggle.
waves. she comes in waves.
and she is dark like the ocean.
I wanted to play but i didnt have a tennis racket i wanted to take lessons but i was too afriad to ask.
I've been dealing with this since the 7th grade when I was 13 and I am now 17 almost 18, and nothing has gotten easier, I've just learned was of dealing with it. I might not look "sick" but I most definitely feel it and it's hard to miss a number of days of school and when you go back have people ask you what was wrong or where have you been.
I am a father of an 18 year old young man. I am also a recovering alcoholic. Trust me when I say that last part is sometimes the hardest part.
I want people to like me, or at least acknowledge my existence. I feel that I should try harder to feel. To be normal and have friends and just... function. I've started to hate myself. Started to slip through the cracks of my mind, into loneliness.