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Hi, my name is Nannette. I've been diagnosed with depression, loneliness, I am looking for friends. I speak French, English, Spanish
Hi, my name is Nannette. I've been diagnosed with depression, loneliness, I am looking for friends. I speak French, English, Spanish
It’s crazy to me, the assumptions that people automatically make when I divulge that I’m a Christian.
That it was simply the path of least resistance. That I was born into a church-going home and adopted viewpoints that I never questioned. That I’m sheltered, close-minded, and would surely leave the faith if I’d open my eyes.
The truth is, becoming a Christian went against everything my parents taught me. I lost all of my friends. My high school creative writing teacher tried to de-convert me. Nothing in my environment supported my decision. It was hard. I have never regretted it.
I taught a mini sermon on The Book of Ruth Saturday for leadership class at church. What struck me was how Ruth left everything comfortable and familiar in Moab to follow Naomi and be with God’s people. Naomi begged her to stay back. She wanted to spare Ruth the isolation and rejection she would surely face.
Of course, Ruth’s story has a miraculous, very happy ending. But what if she was an outcast in Bethlehem, and died lonely? That would be so sad. But ultimately, she would gain a reward in eternity that would never have happened if she stayed back with Orpah in Moab.
My son shared a message with me today by a woman named Farmer Girl on Facebook. This passage especially struck me:
“Following Christ may cost you comfort. It may cost you popularity. It may cost you opportunities, relationships, or dreams you thought your life would include. For many believers around the world, it still costs their freedom and even their lives.
But it will never cost more than Christ is worth.
The safest place you will ever be is not the place with the fewest problems.
It is the place where you are faithfully walking with the One who has overcome the world.”
#Bipolar #Depression #GAD #OCD # PTSD
I got a really nice 60oz bottle I think about a year ago. It's nice... except the nozzle would not pop out so I could wash it. It was so disgusting. I figured it out about 20 minutes ago and Pauley is washing it for me. It was really gross. But for some reason I had a really difficult to overcome panic attack and she didn't say anything. I tried really hard to not pull off my fingernails. I am still hyper focused on cleaning out from under my nails but I didn't pull any off. But I also was scraping my head with my nails and the Seb derm stuff came off in chunks.
She just finished washing the bottle and now she's trying to put it back together. I want a donut. I got a big box of blueberry flavored donuts from Amazon last week and I keep forgetting I have them. I had one for dessert after lunch today. One, it seems, is a lonely number. The song was right.
Living with depression can make even simple daily tasks feel exhausting. I went through a period where I struggled to stay motivated and often avoided going outside or talking to people.
One thing that slowly helped me was having my pet around. Taking care of them gave my day some structure and made my home feel less lonely. While looking into the connection between pets and mental health, I came across My ESA Therapist and learned more about how emotional support animals may help some people cope with mental health challenges.
I'm still working on myself, but I've realized that small sources of comfort can make a real difference. Has anyone else found that having a pet helped them during a difficult period with depression?
But I don't like them. They hurt and are so confusing. Been told so long not to trust me, I don't. How does one learn these things? #PTSD #Abuse #Addiction #MentalHealth #Loneliness
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So I posted a few pictures on Facebook and I introduced myself. It was in a vanilla group for spoonies. I haven't reached out to anyone vanilla since age 24. Every time, it's been a total disaster. I'm not meant to be friends with vanilla people.
I'm very lonely and trying desperately to make friends online but so far nobody wants to be my friend. Yeah that sounds like a little kid problem.
Someone told me my pictures are trashy and unsuitable as an introduction. I was told I can't be asexual if I'm posting these pictures. I was just so upset, I rage deleted it and cried. I'm not a bad person.
It seems people have been judging me without getting to know me. It really hurts my feelings.
Hi, my name is Blackbird53. I'm here because I'm looking for community. I was diagnosed with bronchiectasis over 15 years ago. It's been a rocky road and living with a chronic condition has been hard and sometimes lonely. I have a lot to share and a lot to learn. I hope I find a community of people who might just understand what it takes to live with a chronic disease, both in the form of understanding and laughter!