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I was put on a new medication for pain and it really does help. You know how they say, there’s gotta be a catch.
Well, there is, lots of side effects that could drive me a little crazy but aren’t as bad as the pain.
The side-effects include:loss of balance, and involuntary body movement.
I think I may have to have an increase in the medication and worry about the effects but pain has somewhat returned.
It’s been years since I have felt this pain free and I’m almost giddy as I walk crazily around.

can someone give me some tips on getting approved for social security disability? I have severe gastroparesis. I got denied my first time applying while I used a law firm. I’m in Arkansas. Anything would be helpful and greatly appreciated. Thank you! #Gastroparesis #social security #getting approved #Need help

Hi I am new here. I just wanted to vent my feelings out. I just feel exhausted and tired handling two of my family members who are dealing with bipolar and depression. I am 26 now and dealing it since a kid. It is so difficult to handle them without letting it hurt myself. I don’t understand what to do now. I don’t feel like giving up as they are my family. It’s really mentally exhausting now.

#well I had a fairly good day,and I wish that every body has as good ,as it can be for these times.my thoughts are with the families just trying to get through this Christmas for there kids.I hope and pray that the politicians will be thanking of them to , while they have lovely homes and food on the table # That the 600.00 they want to give needy family’s is not even enough for rent ,food ,medicine ,#what are the parents Suppose to tell there kids that Christmas is not coming ,this while they are being evicted because they lost there jobs through no fault of there own because of this pandemic. I hope that at least are Government can give these families the 2000.00 that will actually help them, when they go to vote tomorrow.That they see ,and ,know what is happening to these families and that they show some compassion and help the people that put them in Office #

I have bipolar, and I've been fortunate - very fortunate - to have been hospitalized once before in 2005. I live in a sleeply little town in a sleepy little corner where I live quietly with my Mom, four cats, snake and lizard.

In the beginning of June, I got a horrible case of stomach flu. I apparently stopped eating and drinking and became lithium toxic. I also threatened my life, which Baker Acted me.

For the first few days I was in my local hospital, in a private room with a Mental Health sitter in the room at all times. I could barely walk and had no clear idea of what happened. I had several problems. The kidneys were at 15% when I was admitted, a UTI, and more. I was also under a psychiatrist's care (though not my psychiatrist).

After I was well enough, I was transferred to a psychiatric hospital an hour and a half away from where I live. But I was ready to get the help I needed. After all, I did threaten myself and I can always learn coping skills.

I was not expecting the screaming, yelling, trying to throw things, etc. If I wasn't with a group, I was in my room hiding. I spoke to the first therapist I could.

I should point out, before I go on that I myself had no problems with the staff and they did a very good job.

Here's what really affected me and makes my heart hurt whenever it crosses my mind (which is a lot). When I got on the ward there was a young man there. He participated in groups, played three instruments, wrote music. He seemed to have everything going for him. He was released by lunch. He exchanged numbers with a couple of other patients, I wished him the best and fist bumped him. The young man with the floppy, curly hair was back to getting where he should be. I was so happy for him.

Later that evening a patient mentioned that he had been "pulled out of the garage bay." She was in the hospital when he was released so though I was startled, I chose not to pay attention...until no less than three employees walked by my room sharing more details.

I don't have a shield to protect me. Everybody has value to me. I only knew this boy briefly, but he touched me. To hear his death talked about so callously is on rewind in my mind. I can't comprehend it. I'm sure it doesn't help that I'm also really that naive

I know that there is no way someone could work in a psychiatric setting and not have a profound and deep respect for people and values all life. That even if he was released, he could have been suicidal. Neither comforts me.

I did tell my psychiatrist and he explained what could've happened. Again... didn't really do anything

I apologize for the length, but does anyone have any advice on how I can reconcile this young man's death and put his spirit - and mine - at peace?