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For as long as I can remember, I’ve tried to measure myself by how well I kept up. At first, that meant doing well in school: chasing medals, joining contests, saying yes to every opportunity that felt like a chance to matter. When I entered college, I tried to carry that same drive, hoping that by showing up for others and standing for something, I could prove to myself that I was enough.

But behind it all was a growing weight I didn’t know how to name. I was burning out, falling behind, and ashamed to ask for help. Even with the support of friends and family, I felt like I was constantly falling short, exhausted from trying to balance too much, yet too afraid to slow down. There came a point when I felt completely lost. One night, standing on the long, quiet bridge by the library, I felt an odd sense of calm and thought about letting go. But something, a thought, a feeling, a quiet spark I can’t quite name, pulled me back. I walked to the infirmary, found the strength to ask for help, and began to name the silence and chaos inside me.

That night didn’t fix everything. The path to understanding and accepting myself would stretch for years. I took a leave of absence, tried to find moments of purpose as a cycling tour guide, and felt connected to stories and people in ways that felt like teaching. Yet deep down, I knew I was still running from the one thing I needed to face: finding the courage to return to school, no matter how long it would take.

While others surged ahead, I felt stuck, falling further and further out of sync. Even people I’d mentored had gone on to build careers and pursue their own futures, and I was proud of them, but I felt lost, too. After setbacks and rejection, after moments when it felt like trying again was too hard, I learned to release the pressure of fitting into a timeline that wasn’t mine. Slowly, I came to understand that even when moments felt like endings, they could also be beginnings. Even when I felt too late, too broken, too tired, I was still here #and that was enough.

This is for anyone who has felt like that. The ones who tried quietly, who gave their best when no one noticed, and who felt invisible in crowded rooms. The ones who felt ashamed for moving slower, or for struggling longer than others. You’re not too late, and you’re not too broken. Healing doesn’t happen on a fixed schedule. It doesn’t move in a straight line. But every step you take is still a step forward. Even when it feels like the screen is fading, you can still press “start” when you’re ready.

Rest when you must. Cry when you need to. Laugh when you can. But don’t count yourself out. You’re still here, and that means your story is far from over. Stay until the next chapter. Stay for the moments you have yet to write. Stay for yourself — because you’re worth it.

#MentalHealth

#lonely #stressed /#frustrated #dispaxia #Anxiety #MentalHealth

MOST of the time, I’m not even “present “
But trapped in my mind
battling for my life.

AAAAAHHHH!%S/
#AtrialFibrillationAndStroke
#MajorDepressiveDisorder
#needhelp
#warrior trained since birth
#MentalHealth
#ChildhoodSexualAbuse
#and -so-on
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You wanna know what I like most about The Mighty? It's the messages I get from people. You know, the people asking me for money. Or my phone number, or the other people who want me to buy bitcoins or drugs.
I'm disappointed, I really am.
#mental health
#bi polar 2
#CPTSD
#ChildhoodAbuse
#Disabled
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I'm hoping this isn't a stupid question, but curiosity is my middle name.
I have a lot of back problems and get an MRI every year to check how fast the deterioration is progressing, and one question has always come to mind.
Wouldn't an MRI, performed while standing upright, be more accurate than while laying down and relaxed? Wouldn't it show more accurately how much compression that the disc's are going through? I don't claim to be a scientist or anything, but it makes sense to me.
Anybody?

#MentalHealth
#Bipolar2
#PanicDisorder
#CPTSD
#SpinalCordInjury
#ChildhoodAbuse
#ChildhoodSexualAbuse
#SexualTrauma
#AtrialFibrillationAndStroke
#HeartAttack
#emdr GONE WRONG
#and -so-on-with-more

I was at a wedding yesterday and I was talking about my daughter who has ASD #and ADHD as do I.
Someone I’ve known for a long time said “yes, but we’re all on the spectrum at some time in our lives.” 🤬
I’m obsessing over it now because I’m sooo annoyed with myself for not setting her straight. I usually would, but I was so tired, it was very noisy, and I was just overwhelmed.
What really drives me crazy is that she said it in a very authoritative way. I understand that most people don’t know very much about autism, but I can’t stand it when people speak as if they know what they’re talking about when they have absolutely no clue. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
#Autism

All night bad chest pain , not having heat attack. #This is just one of my many things that is wrong with me . #the Dr calls It GERD, It’s great it burns, I have a killer cough with it and feels like a elephant 🐘 sitting on my chest. #the one thing that helps the burn,and cough is milk. #I never had this before ,it started last year it burns so bad the milk helps until the medicine the Dr gave me for it starts to work #. I can be asleep and I wake up with a really bad cough and then comes the burn 🔥 #I am so tired this has been going on since about 12:52 am tonight . #I drink a lot of milk,then it
Eases up enough so that I can take the meds , #My sinus issues don’t help this either . # It’s just awful there’s wheezing with it I have to sleep with my head and chest elevated, two pillows . #and when it gets this bad I have to stay with my head even more elevated. #which causes my neck and head to start hurting because with my neck and head it needs to be flat so that the disc in my neck Don’t start to cause me more issues #I have to have injections in my neck I’ve had surgery oh my lower back .There is always something new and wonderful to find and go through it sucks it just all Sucks. I think I I am going to try and get some sleep wish me luck #

#I feel like I should apologise for what I said to you , but how many times do I have to before you at least Acknowledge me. #I feel I have paid my pentes for what I said.Somehow you let me back on your site and I thank you for that. #I text you and you will go to the next person and acknowledge them and . #I just don't know what to do, I can't apologize any more.You are very dear to me.But I guess I am not to you and it hurts You never really gave me a chance Maybe I am wrong! What ever is tapping I pray 🙏 your ok. #and send you my Southern Love. #