Why a safe haven is so essential with mental illness
Home has had various meanings for me over the course of my life, and I think it’s probably more important now than it’s ever been.
I grew up in a small town and lived in the same house from birth until high school graduation. I started university right away after high school, and over the next five years I lived in student residences during the school year and then moved back home during the summer. With all of that moving, home was less ab...
Psst, there’s a difference
Published by Demystifying on July 7/19
There are plenty of terms related to mental illness that get tossed around regularly in general parlance. I’m thinking along the lines of: “I’m so depressed my favourite lipstick shade was discontinued!” “She’s so bipolar!” “He’s so OCD!” “I’m so anxious right now!”
English dictionaries aren’t particularly helpful when it comes to separating normal experience from illness. The first definition that Google gives for the word depressed is “(of a person) in a state of ...
This may sound strange at first, but I believe I’ve experienced trauma, but yet I don’t have PTSD. Does that even make any sense? Is there a firm dividing line between the two, or is it more of a continuum?
According to the Sidran Institute, psychological trauma occurs when an individual is faced with a highly distressing event or events that overwhelm their ability to integrate their emotional experience, or threatens life, limb or sanity. The traumatic event often involves “abuse of power, ...
Why I Choose Not to See a Psychiatrist
Despite having a severe mental illness
Published in Feel, Heal, Share
When depression first entered my life more than ten years ago, I’d already been working as a mental health nurse for two years, and I’d been a pharmacist prior to that. When it comes to the treatment of my illness, I’ve always known my stuff, and that has posed some challenges when I’ve had to deal with healthcare providers who weren’t willing to recognize that.
My depression has never been ea...
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Turning Outward by Ashley Peterson
Do Thoughts Vibrate?
Why co-opting quantum physics to support pseudoscience doesn’t work
Published on The Startup
On a somewhat regular basis I read or hear someone talking about vibrational frequencies and thoughts vibrating and all that jazz. This is often in relation to the so-called law of attraction. This concept doesn’t stay in the metaphorical realm; instead, it’s not uncommon to see quantum physics being used to justify these kinds of ideas. It annoys me to see science being coopted int...
This week’s post is by a guest blogger, Ashley L. Peterson. Typically a guest post would be uploaded the last week of the month, but with moving, a new job, new medication, and other responsibilities piling up and toppling on top of me, I haven’t been able to get around to it. I just haven’t had the spoons. I didn’t want to leave you guys hanging again, and I want to thank Ashley not only for writing this post but also for her continuous work on mental health advocacy on her own blog, Mental ...
Why Everyone Needs Guinea Pigs: As if cuteness weren’t reason enough
A humour piece published in The Haven on Medium
I have no shame in saying that I’m the guinea pig version of the crazy cat lady. While I realize that not everyone shares my guinea pig obsession, I’m here to convince you why you too should have some of these little balls of adorableness.
Why I Choose To Be Childless: Mental illness and babymaking
Published May '19 on A Few Words
Making babies was never high in my priority list. When I was younger, it was for unashamedly selfish reasons. I wanted to travel, and having a kidlet in tow would cramp my backpacking style.
Things changed when mental illness came calling at age 27, in the form of depression. I was hospitalized and had multiple suicide attempts. As I’ve gotten older, my illness has just gotten harder and harder to treat.
Falling in love on the psych ward
Who expects to find love on the psych ward? I certainly didn’t, but it happened, and I’m eternally thankful that it did.
It may be an unusual place to connect, but an inpatient psychiatric unit was exactly where I met Ron. It was my first hospitalization for depression, and he was there for schizophrenia, which he’d been living with for years. We clicked immediately, although granted there was also probably a strong element of me wanting to feel rescued and h...
What were the steps leading up to your diagnosis?
I'm a mental health nurse, and in some ways that really worked against me when I first got sick. I recognized that I was experiencing the symptoms of major depressive disorder, and while self-diagnosis generally doesn't work very well, I knew that if I were to see a health care provider that's the diagnosis I would end up with.
As ridiculous as it now seems, I thought that because of my professional role I should be able to deal with it on my ...
This series will cover some of the things you’ll want to know/consider to take your writing to the next level.
Chances are, you’ve got a place where you feel comfortable writing. That may be your blog, your journal, or somewhere else, but it’s something that you’ve established as your safe zone. To grow as a writer, though, you need to start reaching outside that comfort zone and trying new things.
Where to start? That’s where this series comes it. I’ll cover different places where you can su...
Leaving a job due to workplace bullying
Some things hurt to write about, even years later, but often those stories are important ones to tell.
I was the target of workplace bullying, although it took quite some time before I recognized that was what I should call it. While I knew intellectually that workplace bullying existed, it took a great deal of reflection to realize that was the right label to apply to the experiences I’d had.
Up until the time that I experi...
It was the trip I secretly hoped would relegate my depression—my companion—to the backseat. My companion, however, was interested in no such arrangement.
Ah, romantic Venice. You know, snuggling in a cute little gondola, serenaded in Italian by a gondolier and all that crap. By the time I had gotten there, I had already completed two weeks out of my three-week solo backpacking extravaganza(!) to Italy. It was the trip I secretly hoped would relegate my depression—my companion—to the backseat....