Today my baby took a step forward and finally decided to create her blog something we have discussed in length for almost two years. I am very proud of her for taking this big step. She is just like me, not a people person we rather be alone than with people. I blame me for… Continue reading Proud of my Beba!
I would like to say upfront bare with me since this is my first time blogging and I had the bright idea to create my own blog. Like being a single parent of three who deals with mental issues isn’t complicated enough lol. It’s ok because I got this!! My name is Linette and at… Continue reading About me
Semicolon as a title strange I know but there is a very important message in something so small and simple. The picture above is my tattoo with my daughter’s nickname and the semicolon. See I am deeply afraid of needles, and my daughter is suicidal as well as myself. When I got this tattoo she… Continue reading ;
Oh, how I wish my mood would match the beautiful sunshine outside! Wishful thinking especially when I wake up in a horrible mood. Why I do not know especially since all I did was wake up. It’s hard to grasp and understand sometimes why my mental illness has to show it’s little head. I just… Continue reading My Mood Does Not Match the Sunshine Outside!
I’ve always wondered does my mental illness affect how I handle stress? Does a non-mental illness person handle stress differently than a person who lives with mental illness? These are questions I’ve always asked myself whenever I feel like I can’t deal or like I am going to lose it? I have yet to find… Continue reading Why Can’t My Mind Handle Stress?
Prior to my new medication, I would be easily irritated and lash out along with other things if you ask my 17-year-old. After talking to her today I realized that I made her life difficult as well by waiting so long to gean official diagnose. With the diagnosis came medicine. With medicine came a happier… Continue reading Simple fun
When I was growing up I was social to an extent. I went through my stages of not wanting to be bothered. I would stay in my room and if anyone bothered me I would get upset or irritated. I never realized these were signs of mental illness. It did not dawn on me until… Continue reading Admitting there is a problem is hard!
Thanks for joining me! Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton