Struggling
Iâve been struggling over the past week. I just want to be normal again.
Iâve been struggling over the past week. I just want to be normal again.
How do you guys deal with stress and anxiety? I try to walk daily, journal, and do my breath work. Still, I get anxious and stressed. How do you deal with this?
I hate Sunday nights. The scaries are real. What do you do to get through it?
Iâm curious, Iâve been taking low dose lamotrigine now for around 6 months. At first I felt a shift, I felt more centred and each day I get a sense that I think differently, I am making better choices, my thought patterns feel more coherent, can anyone relate.
I feel like Iâm only mildly on the spectrum of bipolar 2, hence the late diagnosis at the age of 57.
My psychiatrist is assessing the diagnosis and is no longer certain, now considering maybe an anxiety disorder. think bipolar2/anxiety disorder are both pheasable.
I feel I have been anxious all my life and masking depression, I think the manic behaviour has been a result of trying to escape or fix my anxiety.
Now I am taking lamotrigine I feel like the mask has come off, I am no longer manic (or as manic) but I also canât escape the depression I have been masking.
Can anyone relate? I told my daughter they are reconsidering the diagnosis and I could see she was anxious about this.
I explained I am doing much better and she agrees but only since I have been medicated.
Can anyone relate?
So I don't want things to be too politics but I have no idea where to vent. So I guess here we go. So my family is divorced. My mother has been dating this guy for about a decade now. It was a rocky relationship. Wasn't compatible. Where does politics come into play. While not too long ago. They got into a massive fight. Two conflicting were head to head until it ended a decade long relationship, now I know it wasn't meant to be but I just feel bad for me mom as she is lonely and this had to happen. My empathy is going off the roof, I'm sorry if I don't have much to say.
Hi, my name is UnderstandingBat93. I'm here becauseI'm 17, I need to overcome some of my stress and trauma..i need someone to listen my story and also I could listen yours..and we could help eachother#Depression #Stress #Familyproblem #Trauma
Trigger warning: Hopelessness.
I guess Iâm a glutton for punishment to try to reach out again, as I know no one will respond, but⌠is this the way things will be forever? Feeling depressed, anxious, stressed? Stuck? Is this the best it gets? I have a lot to be grateful for, and I am. Sometimes, though, I just feel hopeless.
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My name is Stephanie and believe it or not it was chatgpt that suggested I join The Mighty. I have never even heard of The Mighty and dont really know how to do this. But here I am. So ever since 2019 my life has been in a bit of a downward spiral. First, my dad passed away and then 10 months later my mom. I have only one brother but he lives so far away, it might as well be in another country. I don't have any other family like cousins (both my parents were only children) and all my grandparents have passes away. I have a senior dog and she is my whole life. So long story short, I have a very stressful job and anxiety is my number one friend. I'm just here to meet people going through the same thing as me trying to navigate this thing we call life. #MentalHealth #Anxiety #Stress
Yesterday was Christmas here in Australia. The amount of work put into the day is huge. Cooking starts many days beforehand and the text messages organising who will be doing what starts months before the day. Itâs a big day with high expectations.
This year I knew weeks in advance it was going to be a very different Christmas for me and that too required quite a bit of planning. Early November my world was turned upside down after a careless person at a gym class ran into me and caused me to crash hard on the floor, and in the process, shattering my tibia in multiple places. Complicated surgery was required and it will be mid January before I can start some weight bearing movements. Full recovery will take 6 months.
So, the logistics of how I would manage Christmas Day have been the subject of a lot of thought. The first challenge was how to get me inside my daughters house. Itâs build on a very steep hill and has heaps of stairs and is multi levelled.
With careful planning my wheelchair got me into the house, via the garage and with the aid of a few guests. Then I was wheeled to the room where the buffet was and a safe space reserved for me. A strategy for a dedicated bathroom was sorted. Without prompting so many guests ensured I had food and drink, and they went upstairs to get me coffee and constantly checked if I needed anything. A sofa was put in place for me to snooze.
Most people were eating around the pool so when I decided I would like to join them, again people rallied and helped figure out how to get me and my wheelchair outside.
Many years ago we made a decision as a family that Christmas Day would be a day of inclusion. We agreed to embrace anyone who may not have family, is isolated or just needed to be included. This has transformed our Christmas. It became a very large gathering. Itâs multicultural, noisy, fun, and so fulfilling.
One relative was very unhappy about the open invitation to others and told me that âChristmas is for familyâ. I couldnât let this remark go unchallenged so before we said grace for the food I declared, âIt has been said that Christmas is a time for family. And that is indeed true. And all of you, are family. So welcome to you allâ.
My relative gave me a death stare.
Yesterday, with all the logistics of just getting me around I was touched and overwhelmed by how many people, without being asked, took it upon themselves to help me have a wonderful day. Their love and compassion, demonstrated the best in humanity. My extended âfamilyâ did so much to make this a very memorable Christmas, for all the right reasons. I am thankful.
I know I have a lot to be thankful for. Most of my family was there today for our Christmas get together. My fatherâs in frail health but heâs still here. My brotherâs met a woman he loves and wants to settle down with. These are good things, I know that. Iâm grateful for that, I really am.
Things have just changed so much, though. Everyone was exhausted. Everyone was stressed. We were all putting on the best face we could, but times are tight and uncertain. Two of us in the room will be facing medical bills for surgeries planned early next year. Weâre all struggling but doing the best we can.
Iâm so tired of being stressed, anxious, and depressed. I hate that I have additional stress because I need medical care. If I could put it off I would. Iâd wait for better times. It seems like I always pick THE worst time for things.
i miss how things used to be.