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I hate platitudes. You know, the things people say that are supposed to make you feel better like “When one door closes, another one opens.” Or “If life gives you

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Don’t let Naysayers stop you from doing what you in your heart thinks is right.  When you think something is not right, something needs to change, or you have a dream that seems unrealistic, you could give up.  However, then the naysayers have won.

Don’t let them have that power over you.  One of my favorite saying is by Walt Disney who said, “If you can dream it, you can do it.” This holds true for so many things in life. It is not just not about dreams either. Even goals you set for yourself can apply here.  

In regards to mental illness, I believe it is often times easier to let those people who are negative and think you can’t do something win.  Oftentimes, it is because you are depressed and you don’t have the energy, the determination, or desire to fight.  In other cases, you can think why bother, they don’t respect me anyway.  

For example, you have bipolar disorder and you make it a goal to change something in your community.  You could allow these naysayers to tell you that there is no way it could be done especially by someone with a mental illness, or you could prove them wrong and do it.  

I recently heard someone say “I don’t feel respected, valued,listened to, or even allowed my opinions to be heard because I have a mental illness and/or am not on my anti-psychotics”

When someone is in a manic episode due to not taking meds or their meds not working, they should still be respected, valued, listened to and their opinions should be heard.  People with bipolar disorder have done marvelous things throughout history.  They were not stopped by naysayers.

They had dreams, ambitions, pursued them, and were successful. They most likely did not conquer their mental illness and might not have even gotten it under control. However, they proved these naysayers that they didn’t know what they were talking about.

So, if you are being told that you can’t do something, I say go for it and don’t let anyone stop you. You will feel so much better by doing it. There is actually another benefit. You may not need to say it, but you can think it.  ”In your face!  Don’t tell me I can’t do something.”

This seems to be my day for recommending other blog posts. Here’s another one I really like:

https://wilwheaton.net/2014/01/on-a-long-run-2/

I live in Central New York, which parallels the Pacific Northwest for gray skies and precipitation; we just get ours …

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Lie #1: “:You were on such a low dose of Cymbalta, there won’t be any withdrawal.” BULLSHIT.

Lie #2: “Fresh air and sunlight and getting out will lift your mood.” BULLSHIT.

Lies,lies,lies. It’s all ass trash.

Had a bitch of a time waking up again today. I was up forever last night because, ha! my new med-to be taken at bedtime- made me hyper and I was wide awake for hours.  Fuck you, Viibryd.

But I pulled myself up by the bootstraps (I detest that expression) and reached out to my stepmonster to see if she had any housework I could do for some cash to buy household supplies. She said to come on over. They live 7 miles away. Me, with withdrawal and vertigo from my other meds, driving a car that I don’t trust on a highway with fast moving cars…That was an anxiety inducing experience from hell.

She took me and my kid out for lunch. Busy restaurant with my anxiety issues…Ha, that was grueling.

But alas, it was done, I got what I needed, blah blah. Thing is..I did the whole grooming thing. Bra. Make up. Clothes I didn’t sleep in.Jewelry. I got out in the fresh air and the sunshine and I socialized and I moved around. There was no lift in mood. No euphoria. There was only more depression and the agonizing self loathing because I can’t shake it. Bucket of fucking fail.

Once home, it was just breathing time. Outings tap me out mentally. I need to recover, even though we were barely gone three hours.

Now…my kid is doing her sleep screaming mimis. She’s done it since infancy. Just cries and bellows and moans and whines and thrashes. I don’t know why. There is no comforting her. She lashes out. So I can only listen to cacophony of noise all night long. Again. Because my nerves need this added stressor.

The brain was busy today, railing on things I nhave no control of. Like the fact that mental illness is the bastard child of illnesses. If you have a broken leg and are on crutches, no one is gonna ask you to suck it up and run a marathon. But if you have mood swings or depression, you are expected to suck it up and function normally. Well, I dont see the difference between a broken bone or brain chemicals that send the wrong messages. Both impact one;s ability to meet normal expectations of functioning. But you won;t get any empathy for mental illness. Better off in a body cast, that’;s legitimate. You could then nurse your depression privately while people treated you with some dignity for your ‘real’ injury.

Blah. I’m going ranty.

Oooh Cymbalta brain tingles. The zaps will be next. Joy, joy.

No withdrawal my ass.

LIES!!!!