health

Can't say "It's all in your head."

Too much...

Hello, writes here to say I hope you'll having a nice day and in either case wish you all strength, health and the best⭐ that you all may find new possibilities to come true.

Also just needed to write this of my chest:
Nightmares I really hate them. They make me feel exhausted, sad, angry and desperate. I do my best to fight on, but it's just damm hard sometimes, cause they are just so deep and nothing really works against it and don't know what to do about it. But I'll fight through the storm and the dark till I find the light. 💪
#Health #Nightmares

There are times where I feel like I make some really #baddecisions and it becomes a major #challenge for me to handle #BipolarDisorder symptoms. I thought about how things have been, and how I have struggled.

My husband has been supportive of me since 2009, but when he said the other day that he felt more like a #Caregiver than a husband, I felt #sick inside. I became very #emotional and wondered why I could not shake the feelings off. I felt hurt, because through sickness and #Health we are supposed to be a support for one another.

Lately I have reached a peak of my sexuality, and my husband is disinterested. I have thought about finding a #Boyfriend or a #Girlfriend to spend intimate time with. I felt terrible about it. My husband told me that it was OK to do it, as long as he didn't know about it and not bring them to my home.

It made me wonder... Does he even really care? Or does he care so much about my feelings that he would rather me be #satisfied than #deprived ? I do not know.

What are your #Thoughts about this one?

#Bipolar #MentalHealth #feelingconfused #Anxiety #Depression #INeedAnswers

#Thoughts #wisdom

#rest #Health #MentalHealth #Mindfull

Hi All! Its been a tough year. I wrote previously about my husband’s death and grief. Now I would like to discuss the medical community.

For a year while caring for my husband after his stroke, I had symptoms of fatigue, abdominal pain, and digestive issues. I have many good doctors, yet whether in the ER or in the office, I was told nothing was wrong or I had constipation. I felt in this time, instead of having a conversation with me, some Drs interrogated me. I felt awful. I was recovering from PTSD, yet I felt my symptoms flare from feeling gaslighted.

A new Dr finally put me on the path in November to getting a correct diagnosis. I have endometriosis pervading my uterus, ovaries and intestines. However, it took until now-February-to meet with two surgeons-and I am still waiting on a surgery date. Again- over a year since my symptoms started.

I cannot help but wonder if Drs had a conversation with me instead of interrogating me if we would had reached this sooner. I do not know why so many diagnoses are delayed especially for women and those of us with mental health conditions. I can only say these interrogations left a path of distress until someone actually listened and put me on a path to a correct plan of action. I know many of you have these stories. I send hugs to all of you.