hope

I wonder why it is so hard for some people to cry? I don’t struggle to cry, if, I am watching an emotive movie, and I am 100% all alone, or I am at the very edge of my pain tolerance, but again, I must be all alone.

Perhaps it is our upbringing. Crying when I was growing up was forbidden and would normally invoke a warning of physical punishment if we didn’t stop crying, on demand.

Last night I realised I had forgotten to get my Wife to get a prescription filled for the nerve pain medication I am currently taking. The other pain meds I am don’t bring any relief when it is specifically nerve pain. As I tried to drift off to sleep last night everything within me was crying out, but no tears were forthcoming.

In examining myself last night I realised that the physical pain was seriously uncomfortable but that the emotional pain was compounding that physical pain too.

I was feeling lonely, frustrated that there are still so many things I can’t physically do.
I am tired of being so dependent on others for the majority of things I used to take for granted.

Tears would have been very welcome.

Do you struggle to cry?
Have you overcome your reticence to cry? If so how?

I believe that “real” men do cry. I don’t believe there is anything masculine about holding back tears at cost.

I just wish that truth would go from my head to my heart.

I hope this encourages you today!

I’m Em and I’m excited to join The Mighty in a time of coming to terms with my diagnosis of #BorderlinePersonalityDisorder this year. I was previously diagnosed with comorbidities of #ADHD #Anxiety #Insomnia and an #EatingDisorder (in remission form #AnorexiaNervosa for 10+ years). I’m studying my Masters in Psychology & Behavioural Sciences and am deep in my #DBT and #Sobriety journey, and am looking to connect with people and share my and read stories of those who are trying to accomplish some hard things (which is sometimes simply getting out of bed or, for us insomniacs, quieting the mind in order to sleep) with heavy diagnoses weighing on them. And above all, I’m trying to make sense of it all and find #Hope not just for me but for those battling along my side. 🧠 #MightyTogether

I am embarking on a “news detox”. On Sunday night, Sydney, my beloved home in Australia, an act of unspeakable violence was let loose on Jewish people celebrating Hanukkah. 16 people died and 40 people are in hospital. Many of those in hospital are clinging to life, just.

I think it’s a natural human response to keep up with media coverage of this unprecedented crisis. It helps to try and make sense of something that seems senseless.

Yet, I know, there comes a point where being informed can become toxic and it starts affecting your mental health. That’s where I have found myself.

Throughout history horrendous things have happened to good people. Families have been forever damaged because of people embracing evil and letting that warped anger be unleashed on
innocent people who gathered for what was supposed to be a celebration.

So I am going to avoid news coverage for at least 3 days. That won’t be easy. I like to stay informed and up to date, but the impact on my mental health means staying informed comes with a huge price tag. It’s too high a cost.

I know there are specific situations that are very high risk of bad triggers and I generally manage those very well. This current situation is totally unique and May we never see it again.

Are there situations and circumstances that you have to avoid because they are triggering?