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The randomness of grief and loss.

I woke up this morning in a crazy amount of pain. I had taken two different pain meds at 1am but when I woke at 8am it was time to take 4 different meds.

I started doing my daily leg exercises designed to help my leg recover from the major surgery it had 4 weeks ago. And frankly I detest those exercises because they bring on extreme pain but I know they are one of the keys to getting full use of the leg back.

Out of the blue are flood of tears hit me, and I started sobbing uncontrollably. I was puzzled where they came from and then clarity came, like a earth shattering bolt of lightning.

I am grieving. Grieving the crazy amount of pain I have had to endure the last 5 weeks. Grieving the $8000 in medical bills. Now, I can afford those, no problem at all, it’s just I would rather have been able to spend it on something more meaningful.

I am grieving the loss of dignity being in hospital brings. You have to discuss with the medical team information that is normally way off limits.

I am grieving the huge load others have had to pick up because of my limited abilities for awhile. My Wife doesn’t complain but I know she is exhausted. The last time I was in hospital she was there when code blue was called and she had to stand in a corner while 12 medical people attended to me and then hurriedly took me away for more surgery. That must have been the longest wait for her.

I’m grieving not being independent and having to rely on a walking frame, wheelchair and other mobility equipment.

As a Pastor I have learnt a lot about grief. Walking alongside people who have had to bury loved ones is an incredible privilege. Yet, here is the bottom line. The more I learn about grief the more I realise how little I know. It’s very complicated, very individual and it plays by its own rules.

I do know this though. Having shed so many tears this morning, I feel better for it. My physical pain is still easily getting my attention but in 45 minutes the main pain meds will kick in.

So many people on this app are dealing with grief. Most having to navigate much deeper and more painful grief than what I am experiencing right now.

This current situation has taught me, again, a universal truth. Grief is much better handled when you don’t try and do it on your own.

I have had over the years many people reluctant to visit a grieving person because “they don’t know what to say”. That is indeed a challenge. I then advise them they don’t have to say anything. Just be there. Some questions generally work well such as:
How are feeling?
Tell me about (the person who has died)?
What’s the most challenging thing you are facing at the moment?

Not facing this season alone has kept me from going down dark rabbit holes. Support from friends. Love from my family. People here on The Mighty. Gods voice. Medical practitioners.

I don’t normally like crying, at all. Yet, I am grateful for the tears this morning.

It is my hope and prayer that this post brings someone some comfort, wisdom and hope today.

#Depression #Anxiety #Grief #FamilyAndFriends #Relationships #Recovery #MentalHealth

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#Support

I have been struggling with depression,bipolar disorder,anxiety and PTSD since 2022 and ever since my life has never been the same. I have stopped attending any events and I struggle to go to work because I am afraid that I might get sick.I get panic attacks and I frequently have muscle pains(left shoulder,neck,jaw and sometimes chest pains).This has also affected my relationships and that is what led me to come here with hopes that I can find support,comfort and maybe connections with people who are going through the same as me.#Mentalhealthsurvivor

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Grief #CPTSD #avm #artheals

I haven't been able to greive,in the ways others have been https://granted.That was taken, from me, out of https://malice.I will never, understand, why an entire group of people, would do https://that.I have asked why, a million https://times.When others passed, I was also attacked with,anger, assumptions and contemp, for having emotions and feelings,and expressing https://them.Everybody else is allowed to talk, discuss, reflect but me, no.Nothing. I am nothing in that family, no one of value, no significance, to them, ever.
Why do other people monitor and dictate, HOW, someone else should, feel about death and loss.
I saw the dynamic and manufactured anger then, all that resentment towards me, for others gossip, between certain family members. And then they All fall silent when asked.
I have been away, getting therapy, finding peace and to now know, I am Still a topic of, toxic conversation, is as common today, as when I grew https://up.I hope those who excluded me purposefully know, it was calculated by them, for https://years.I watched them go after mine and then, they abandoned them, just as https://quick.The name calling, assumptions, backstabbing, lies, gossip, hearsay....that is them, that is why, I called them out and do not have relationships, with https://any.And they'd stutter, yell, deny and become meaner, https://everytime.Im used to these, family disfunctions and roles, all https://play.Just because there is a dollar,$$$ attached, doesnt change or lesson the https://dysfunction.Ive been addressing it, for too https://long.I am sad, for them and hurt by https://them.Imagine planning for something beautiful and it is tainted by mockery and https://lies.Those family dynamics, are going to backfire because the impact, is destructive and https://cruel.That circle, I though for my future, just imploded some more.to deliberately, take away, that grieving process, with others, is https://cruel.I waited, to reach out,because of fear, fear of being rejected again, by the ones who, I reached out to https://before.I know now, but it never makes it hurt less, no matter how old I https://get.I wanted to know my Son, would be taken in, loved and not used as a pawn, by others https://involved.Thats https://it.What is wrong with people? Seriously,never thought Id let more heartache in, but now,it doesn't go https://away.All of my fears, insecurities and pain, only confirmed,this past three https://years.Nothing https://more.Thank you, for showing me exactly what I already felt.no big mystery solved.Confirmed,dysfunction and destruction, from family.
I will no longer relive this pain brought on by them.

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A poem

HEALTH

TOGETHERNESS

MUSIC AND REVELRY

STEALTH

LIKE HUSBANDS CREEPIN IN WITH FLOWERS

LOVE IS THE POWER

OUR CARE FOR EACH OTHER THE SANCTUARY

A SANCTUARY DISTURBED

SUPPORT SHADOWED BY TRUST AND UNTRUST

HELL AND HEAVEN IN LOVE

RELATIONSHIPS GAINING STRENGTH BY STEPS

AND A LISTENING EAR

THIS TIME OF YEAR

DO WHAT YOU CAN TO HELP

DON'T FALL INTO A DESPAIR

A DISREPAIR

WE HAVE FAITH AND ANSWERS

MANY

WE HAVE THE ABILITY TO FORGIVE

AND LEAD OURSELVES

SO MANY HAVE GIVEN US THEIR WISDOM

IT FALTERS, BUT EBBS AND FLOWS

OUR MEMORIES OF SONG AND STORIES

OUR GOOD FOOD SHARED

OUR CHILDS ALMOST REARED

OUR MISTAKES SOUGHT MORE WISDOM

OUR NURTURING WAS SAID THANK YOU FOR

ONCE UPON A TIME

WE WEREN'T TAKEN FOR GRANTED OF

WE LIVE FOR JOY IN EACH OTHER

WHY SEVERE A RELATIONSHIP

BECAUSE a Dreamers' Dreams got briefly thwarted

WE'RE rich with Each other

WE'RE STRONG WITH EACH OTHER

OUR WORDS OF FRIENDSHIP GO TO HEART

I THANK GOD FOR ELDER WISDOM

AND THE FREEDOM TO CELEBRATE

WITH FAITH

BIRTH, PEACE, TOGETHERNESS

SHELTER IN A WORLD THAT IS STRIFE

STRENGTH FROM FRIENDSHIP

STRENGTH FROM SELF

GOOD HABITS

GOOD HOSTESSING

GOOD THANKS

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What Is Illness Anxiety Disorder?

What Is Illness Anxiety Disorder?
Illness Anxiety Disorder is a mental health condition. It is characterized by an intense, persistent fear or belief that one has a serious illness, despite minimal or no physical symptoms. Unfortunately, the bad news is that this mental health condition can lead to excessive health-related anxiety, checking behaviors, reassurance-seeking, or avoidance of healthcare, significantly disrupting daily life and relationships. Thankfully the good news is that this disorder can be treated with therapy like CBT, sometimes medication, and by focusing on managing anxiety and reframing health perceptions.

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Is it actually possible to be loved with a mental illness?

I don't feel it.

I don't think people actually love me.

I hear it in their tone when I try communicating about how some small thing triggered me and sent me into a dissociative or bipolar episode.

How tired they are. How annoyed they are. Their facial expressions telling me how dumb I sound.

Or most times, I don't hear from them at all. I'm left on read or unopened.

I don't know what haunts me more: when they pretend to care or when they show they don't.

The thing is I can understand why I wasn't loved in the past.

I couldn't communicate my feelings, I'd just let rage take over. I was selfish. I didn't care for my friendships or relationships, I was as unreliable as they come. I kept blaming my traumas for my fear of making something out of myself. I blamed those who failed me for my fear of failure. I'd drown in any substance I had around: weed, alcohol, pills... I actually understand why I couldn't be loved back then.

But now?

I stopped using pills as a crutch. I stopped drinking because I finally saw the monster I was becoming. I'm working on my art and participating in sober and creative group activities. I triple think before speaking. I try to figure out my own feelings and thoughts before expressing myself. I think about every possible outcome before acting and I always try my best to do good by those I care about. I don't act out anymore. I don't harm myself anymore. I don't scream and attack anymore. I hold myself accountable. I don't have a victim mindset and I know my words and actions have consequences. I do my best to overcome my condition and force myself to work towards my goals. I became more present, active and caring for my family. I started maintaining and caring for my friendships, constantly being available and loving. I'm actually able to maintain simple healthy routines, something I never achieved before.

So, why can't I ever have love?
Better yet, why not now?

What is it now?

Have I not "deserved it" yet?

Have I not proven myself worthy already?

I'm doing everything by the book. I'm trying my hardest to be a "normal" person with a normal and healthy life. I have never in my 32 years actually tried as hard as I am currently and I feel like it isn't paying off.

No matter what I do, I can never genuinely connect with the outside world and when I try to, it's obvious I'm not suppose to.

I'm used for who I am, but not seen for it.

I'm viewed as a crazy person with nothing good to offer, but still there's always something to take from me.

People forget crazy people have feelings too.

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I am home #Depression #Anxiety #Relationships #FamilyAndFriends #home #MentalHealth

I am posting this from one of our guest rooms. Yes, I am home. It was a very emotional experience going through the front door today, navigating with my walking frame. During the 5 weeks I was in hospital my Wife has put up all the Christmas decorations. The house looks great.

I saw my surgeon today and he was happy with my leg. He reminded me I won’t be allowed to walk unaided until January. He also said full healing will take 3 months. Patience is not one of my strong suits. I am in the guest room as there is no way I can navigate the stairs to our bedroom.

I wasn’t allowed to leave the hospital until I mastered using crutches on a set of 3 stairs. It’s 3 steps down into our kitchen and main bathroom. Going down there tonight I faltered and put my injured leg down. I wasn’t completely truthful with my wife about whether it hurt or not. I ditched the crutches and crawled down the stairs. I don’t think I will attempt to use the crutches for a few days. I have a wheelchair and walking frame I can use elsewhere.

I have shed many tears lately. Tears of physical pain as the doctors try to get the right mix of the 5 different pain meds I am on. But mostly tears of missing my loved ones and familiar places. I will be in church on Sunday. First time in 6 weeks.

I am amazed at the incredible support I have received from people at the hospital. Doctors, nurses, physios, catering staff and even the cleaners. The support of family and friends has been overwhelming. Also the support from you guys here on The Mighty has been wonderfully reassuring and encouraging.

It’s been a traumatic 5 weeks but I can see hope on the horizon. Thank you all. Here is a photo of part of our lounge room.

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(CW: food and body image) Can’t stop thinking about food. How do I stop? #Anxiety #MentalHealth #CheckInWithMe

I go through ups and downs with my relationship to food and my body. I started graduate school this semester and I have a group of friends who are skinny and attractive and lately they’ve been talking a lot about how they need/want to gain weight because they’re medically underweight.

I have a final tomorrow that I kind of studied for but I totally wasted my night because I couldn’t stop thinking about food and how gross my body is (I ate PLENTY today, believe me). I ended up making a stress ball of a pig for me to squeeze when I am craving but not hungry.

By the way, I don’t like it when people tell me “looks don’t matter” when I express concerns about my appearance because it’s just confirmation that I am ugly and this phrase is just for consolation. So please, I would rather not hear anything like that right now.

I have complicated feelings about food because I do love food and I hate it at the same time. My boyfriend is a wonderful cook and his love language is cooking for people. So I still will eat well with him. TOO well lol. I’m trying to train myself to have better self restraint when I’m not with him. He has some awareness that I am insecure about my body but I don’t talk about the details.

Seeing myself in the mirror and in pictures is emotionally and physically painful because I am so disgusting. But I haven’t tried hard enough to lose weight. I always gain it back plus some more every time. I’ve tried counting calories, drinking water when I’m craving, taking fiber to feel full, etc. I don’t like exercising or being active which makes it harder, I’m a lazy person. I’ve been watching fitness and body transformation videos for inspiration.

I don’t have like an eating disorder. I’ve told my therapist about my insecurities except for the piggy stress ball because I made it just now. She said it’s normal to feel insecure about your body. And when I said I was struggling to lose weight, she asked if I’ve looked into GLP-1s but I don’t want to take meds because I already have meds for other things.

There’s more about what goes on in my mind when it comes to food and my body, but this is already way too long lol I don’t know what to do, I hate that I can’t resist my cravings or stop thinking about food

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