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
Ladies and gentleman, boys and girls, loves of my heart. . .
Last week I was going through my old Canvas posts, looking for one in particular that I needed to give me a frame of for reference on something. And I found the particular post, and I said to myself, ‘Damn, I wrote some pretty good stuff here.’ I did, too, and I am not the only one, not even close. Continue reading
In my mind, I am normal. This is because I live with me twenty-four seven (OK, not always twenty-four seven because some of those hours I am asleep).
I have BPD. In the past, I never realised that I feel emotions more easily, more deeply, and for longer than others do.I thought the intensity of my emotions was normal. Turns out, it’s not. I read somewhere that in non-BPD people an emotion typically fires for 12 seconds. In BPD’ers it can last up to 20 percent longer. BPD’ers emotions also repeatedly re-fire, or re-live, or recur, however you want to say it, so emotional reactions occur for even longer. I do. I go over and over and over the emotions, pinging from one to another like a steel ball in a pinball machine. Continue reading
Hi there! Well, gosh, what on earth can I say to all of you? First things first, for those who don’t know me, my name is Ruby, and I’m the admin of A Canvas Of The Minds. Before I get into the finer points of the setup here, though, I’d like to offer a proper greeting. I guess as each of you fall into one of three distinct groups, with a little overlap (you’ll see what I mean in a sec), I need to say three distinct things. Continue reading
Here we are, still within the first month of 2013. A few days into it, but it is never too late to get something like this rolling.
Last year’s badge
Something like what? Why, it’s time to unveil the Blog for Mental Health 2013 Badge! Lulu started this amazing campaign last year, and it caught on like wildfire with mental health bloggers everywhere. They proudly took the pledge, spread the word to other bloggers, and displayed the badge prominently on their blogs. You’ve seen it in our sidebar, I’ve seen it on nearly every mental health site I visit. It has truly been an unprecedented show of solidarity. Continue reading
When I received the job offer a few weeks ago I thought it over for a few days before excitedly accepting. My new manager arranged that she would send me some paperwork to fill out, and the next week we would meet so I could have a look around one of the branch practices I would be working in.
When I’d quit my previous job a few weeks ago I never expected to land on my feet. My parents were terrified that I had no long term prospects and I was just going to be a temp nurse. Continue reading
Today has been designated World Mental Health Day by the World Health Organization. And the theme of this day is “Depression: A Global Crisis”. And with no good segue, here is my own discussion on that, in two parts, unequal in length, alike in their importance.
Part the First
A Canvas Of The Minds was born with the express purpose of discussing mental health, of raising awareness every day, in the best way that we knew how: through the voices of many individuals dealing with mental illness. Continue reading
At what point do you say to yourself, “I need help”? And how many times do you say it before you actually reach out? Do you wait to hang by a single thread? Or do you wait for that last thread to start tearing before someone else tells you to grab on for dear life because you’ll end up at the bottom, dead?
Well, we’ll all end up as putrid corpses. One day the braided threads of our lives, as we know them now, will unravel. But you get my drift. Continue reading