My problem is I always get up. That may cause some cognitive dissonance on the part of the reader. I mean, arent we supposed to keep getting up, to keep fighting, in my own words, to keep advocating until we are. . . . Continue reading
The past 10 or so days have proved enormously instructive for me. They’ve provided the kind of instruction I hear tell of from my parents’ days in Catholic school in the 50s and 60s, when one of the nuns would slap a student or turn from a sweet, soft-spoken angel of a teacher into the fires of hell epitomized, without raising anything but her voice. Continue reading
When I finally started to not care about stigma and admit I had serious depression-like and anxiety-like stuff going on, I had little idea where the journey of treatment would take me.
Not surprisingly, it was the advice of a good friend future fiancée, herself a mental illness veteran, that got me going in the right direction. The right direction was cognitive behavioural therapy (CBT). It sounded like just the thing I needed, and I pressed my at the time therapist to get our weekly sessions into the realm of actual CBT, instead of the patient-directed Q & A that had been the hallmark of our times together. Continue reading
I don’t know about you, but when I give thought to my depression I tend to find myself thinking almost exclusively in terms of me, how it affects me, and how bad off I am because of it. It’s an unfortunate side effect of mental illness, assuming I’m not the only one who does this.
The reality is that mental illness has influence over far more than simply one person. Would that it really were just the sufferer who suffered! In the short time that I’ve acknowledged having depression I’ve seen quite the path of destruction left as I saunter through life. Continue reading
Writing about mental illness is a fairly new gig for me, so let it be no surprise that you’ve not seen me here on Canvas before now. I gladly accepted the invitation to join the Canvas team, so you’ll be seeing me every so often now (woot!). To say I was jazzed to be asked to be a part of this fantastic endeavor would be an understatement – even though, in true Sid fashion, I openly doubted my qualifications and ability to write here. More on that in a bit. Continue reading
Today, 10 October 2013, is designated World Mental Health Day by the World Health Organization (WHO). They have picked for the theme this year “Mental health and older adults”. This is an excellent topic, one I hope to read many posts addressing. It is also one I cannot address on a personal level, at least not in the way I think it is intended.
Thing is, I don’t really write posts unless I can write them with some amount of personal involvement. I could, but this isn’t like churning out a middle school essay. For me it’s much too intimate and important. So perhaps this one I can flip around a little, as the WHO has so kindly given me phrasing which is easily manipulated for my purposes. “Mental health and older adults”. . . Continue reading
I have stuck my feet back into the vast ocean of blogging. All the way up to the ankles, though the waves seem to be hitting mid-calf more and more.
When I announced my blogging hiatus, I made it complete. I had already begun a bit on a hiatus from all personal social media. At least that’s what I intended it to be. In fact, I’ve decided not to reactivate my fb account, not even a little. I’m both happier and healthier without it.