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Borderline Personality disorder (bpd) - shatterthestigma.wordpress.com…
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Bulimia Nervosa - www.recoveryplus.org.uk/redire…
Compulsive overeating - shatterthestigma.wordpress.com…
Cyclothymic Disorder - shatterthestigma.wordpress.com…
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Orthorexia - www.recoveryplus.org.uk/redire…
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StigmaIt was not the disease that turned me mad.Stigma by ~PastelPaintPrincess
It was what they said, see it got me bad.
I was sane, until they came.
It was them who caused this pain.
I'd like to think that I'm sane.
Yet no one else feels the same.
Maybe none of this is real.
This is not fact, just what I feel.
It's true then that I'm just fucked.
Maybe this was just my luck.
So I sinned in my past life.
So my skin just loves my knife.
Tell her she's sick and she'll do what we ask.
So they gave me poison; in a wine flask.
Protect MeProtect me from strangers,Protect Me by ~TheMeTheyDontSee
Those that want to harm.
Protect me from liars,
Using me for their good.
Protect me from my heart,
It's so easy to break.
Protect me from the voice,
She has such anger.
Protect me from depression,
It can overwhelm.
Protect me from myself,
I'm the biggest threat.
Here With YouYou're right on the edge,Here With You by ~TheMeTheyDontSee
But you don't want to fall.
You're grasping in the air,
For anything at all.
Finally you find,
A place in my hand.
I begin to pull,
Bring you onto land.
Don't you worry.
You're safe here.
You'll be okay.
There's nothing to fear.
I see you crying.
You think of the end.
You feel so alone,
But I will be your friend.
Just talk with me.
You can even cry.
Just tell me everything.
Please don't be shy.
I just want you to smile.
I know it's tough to do.
Please just remember,
That I am here with you.
I Love YouI don't know you, but I love you.I Love You by ~TheMeTheyDontSee
This isn't something you have to do.
I see you staring at that knife,
Thinking about ending your life.
I don't know what's made you bitter,
But please just reconsider.
You are loved no matter what.
No ifs, ands, or buts.
I just want to see you smile.
I know it might take a while.
Remember that someone cares.
I wish that I could be there.
I'll talk whenever you need me,
No matter what it may be.
I may not know what to say,
But I can listen any day.
Just remember you're not alone.
Let my love always be known.
Happy BirthdayA place where I can be me.Happy Birthday by ~TheMeTheyDontSee
Where I can share myself,
Without being judged.
Where I found that I'm not alone.
There are others like me.
There are others worse.
So much confidence,
In my poetry.
For the first time,
I feel like I'm doing something right.
Thank you, everyone.
Happy birthday, deviantART.
Showing YourselfShowing yourself doesn't make you weak.Showing Yourself by ~TheMeTheyDontSee
I'll give you exactly what you seek.
This vulnerability is a part of you.
There isn't anything you can do.
I'm only here to give you help.
Don't have to do it by yourself.
It doesn't matter what you say.
I promise that I'm here to stay.
When you find it's hard to breathe,
Let me be there to relieve.
Want you to know I don't think less.
Only you think that you're a mess.
Please, I just want to be here.
I really do love you, dear.
Dig DeeperDig deeper and deeper. Don't shut me out.Dig Deeper by ~TheMeTheyDontSee
You have so much worry; so much doubt.
I know who you are, but it seems too unclear.
The details paralyze; filling you with fear.
But stop and examine every last bit.
Puzzle pieces; together they fit.
As much as it hurts, you have to know.
Leave it alone and the pain will grow.
Everything here is a part of you.
Yet it seems like everything's so new.
Someday you'll be okay with who you are.
Just keep looking. It's not far.
One day everything will be so clear.
You'll know the details are nothing to fear.
Stollen MomentsMaybe that night I looked into the wrong windowStollen Moments by ~kml91225
Caught a glimpse of something I shouldn't have seen
Took a private moment and wrapped it around my shoulders
Even though I knew it wasn't mine. And it didn't fit right;
A little tight in the shoulders, too loose around the hips
But I stood there letting it warm my soul and make my chest ache
Because I wasn't whole and the figures inside were,
They had each other and I had barely anything at all.
I stood there mesmerized, as the memories cascaded around me
Nights I spent wrapped up in a friendly embrace.
The nights fell with small tingling music, playing a private symphony
As the delicate moments exploded against the pavement.
Right there, outside a stranger's window, I danced.
To the sound of forgotten nights, of a love no one will replace
I let the warmth return to my fingertips and spread to a full flush in my face
I knew in that moment that at some point in the past I was whole
I wasn't the hollow, broken body that stood on a stoop
NOT WITHOUT US - World Mental HealthNOT WITHOUT US - World Mental Health by `NicBelroque
The stigmas surrounding mental illness are perpetuated viciously and constantly— gun violence, for instance is often considered synonymous with having impaired mental health. This stigma is more than dangerous; it skews the views of those with and without the condition, those who treat the mentally ill, and those who are asked to create legislation surrounding mental health.
I was very hesitant to put this journal out, but I hope that by doing so we can show that mental health stigma will not be tolerated— not while we as those with the conditions are here to educate others. So I ask you,
What mental health stigmas have you encountered?
What do you see as a solution to correcting those beliefs?
Not Without Us
"If you ask clinicians what people with mental illnesses need, they will list treatment first and they might talk about jobs or housing fourth or fifth down the list. If you ask people w
Spreading Awareness: Call for Articles - UpdateSpreading Awareness: Call for Articles - Update by `NicBelroque
Please check below for an extensive list on holidays and observances that are overseen in September. The list is borrowed from HERE.
#Spreading-Awareness is a group dedicated to positively and creatively engaging deviants in social causes and issues affecting many people worldwide. We do not aid the promotion of politically-charged topics, such as the recent debate over SOPA. We do this so as to focus on you, the person, and not you, the people.
Every month we invite you to chronicle with us the many observances, holidays, and causes founded over the last century. This month, September, we are looking for people to write on any of the following topics found below. We may have missed some though, so feel free to comment about those too. You are free to write as many journals for the group so long as you:
Present rough drafts beforehand
Submit through sta.sh pretty please
Epilepsy Awareness Day March 26th 2013The Purple TruthEpilepsy Awareness Day March 26th 2013 by `NicBelroque
March 26, known to the epileptic community as Purple Day, is a day to promote understanding and teach others the signs of epilepsy and seizures. As one of the most common neurological conditions in the world, directly affecting 65 million people globally, and with 1 out of 10 people having suffered a seizure in their lifetime, this condition has a real presence in our lives. What is epilepsy though?
Epilepsy is defined as a medical condition that produces seizures affecting a variety of mental and physical functions. Normal brain function is made possible by millions of tiny electrical charges passing between nerve cells in the brain and to all parts of the body. When someone has epilepsy, this normal pattern may be interrupted by intermittent bursts of electrical energy that are much more intense than usual.
A seizure, a symptom of epilepsy, occurs when a brief, strong sur
Explanation of DepressionFor those of you who are lucky enough to have never experienced the curse of depression, this is for you. This is for you to try and comprehend what myself and millions of other people go through every single day. Just think hard and hold onto these words. Take them with you wherever you go. When you are alone, think only of what I am about to tell you. For that is the first burden of depression. No matter how hard you try, it is impossible to escape. It haunts the lives of those it preys upon. The moment your mind is clear of worldly distractions it consumes every thought inside your head. It's the annoying and constant nagging voice of a mother, the ticking of a clock, the sound of a leaky faucet. But much, much worse than any faucet. Rather than hearing drip, drip, drip, it's a horrible screeching creature telling you every second you're worth nothing, no one cares about you, everyone would be better off if you were dead. For the very weak, like myself, all we want to doExplanation of Depression by ~sexy-neji
Do not discriminateI think people bipolar, schizophrenic, depressive, anxious, ectDo not discriminate by ~AndreaMelody
needs a lot of understanding.
Do not discriminate.
They are not dangerous.
Not even have to avoid them.
They are people with a problem that requires medication
You have to feel compassion for the mentally ill
Nobody is to blame for being mentally ill
Of course we must not isolate them.
This is not my faultMy family had time to get me help, but never did and now it's too lateThis is not my fault by ~AndreaMelody
Sometimes I can no longer distinguish what is real and what is not
Sometimes I lose myself
Sometimes I think I am a person with powers
Sometimes I have the urge to throw myself off the stairs
But all this is not my fault
All this is because of my illness
Crazy Just Isn't MeWhen I hear voices am I insane?Crazy Just Isn't Me by ~TheMeTheyDontSee
My sanity I just feign?
I have plenty of friends.
I follow some of the trends.
I make a nice amount of pay.
I try to do as you say.
I do everything just right,
But still I have this fight.
Psychotic's what I am.
My mind just seems damned.
You don't know what it means.
Crazy is all you have seen.
This is what I must share:
Remember that we're there.
Going through normal life.
You'll never know our strife.
We act just like the rest.
Showing only our best.
If you could see what I see.
Crazy just isn't me.
Whispering NumbersI have dyscalculia.Whispering Numbers by ~kimikimochi
You might be thinking: 'The hell is that? It sounds like a monster from Greek mythology, or a name from an Asimov novel.'
I'm disappointed to tell you that dyscalculia is neither of those things, though I deeply wish it was. No, dyscalculia isn't romantic nor fantastical; neither is it cool, in case you're wondering. Dyscalculia has been described as the reverse of dyslexia. While dyslexia effects one's ability to comprehend language concepts, dyscalculia is the inability to understand mathematical principles. Not only can dyscalculia make it nearly impossible to absorb the lessons most 'normal' students take for granted, it can also effect a person's ability to tell time, differentiate between directions, and read sheet music.
Let me tell you, it's a pain to stare at an analog clock and have to spend minutes trying to deduce the time. As a person who's been involved in choral groups, I can also vouch for how much of a hassle not being able to read sheet music is; l
Make Heaven BleedScream it through my wallsMake Heaven Bleed by ~ShadowPsychos
make me understand you feel it too
make the heavens bleed
gushing open roses of momentum
twisted, never to be set free
cause we are the ones that always fall
burnt, torn apart skin
neither of us will stop to take control
no one ever takes the lead
lucid interaction is all we ever have
to bind our fate
leaving me lost to all but you
only reachable through this dissociated state
why must i breathe in the air of this tainted world
never able to see you no matter what i do
we help each other through this haze
more than anyone else on our own side
because no one else understands the secrets
the shadow cloaked days
and the nights of endless thought
and through the blinding darkness
we wait for portals to take us
to make us bleed more real
to feel more mortal and honest
for all hope to stop departing
and sealing out the light
Rhiannon Beetlestone © Copyright 2010 All Rights Reserved
Not a LabelYes, I'm a Software Engineer.Not a Label by ~TheMeTheyDontSee
Yes, I play video games.
Yes, I play Dungeon and Dragons.
No, I'm not a healer.
Yes, I'll say I love sex.
No, I don't want a boyfriend.
No, I don't want kids.
Yes, I have a vagina.
Yes, I have breasts.
What's so difficult to understand?
The girl made of pillsThe girl made of pills by ~DevilsDynamite666
The doctors see a patient
A girl made of pills
A girl of facts
And broken ends
My parents see my mask
One no one should wear
They see the smiles
The daughter they know as theirs
My friends see a shadow
A fallen friend
They think there is nothing to do
And leave me be
I see a girl
Little and scared
Who wants to be better
Holding her bear
I am not my illness
My illness is not me
What can I do
When no one else sees?
The Sick Tea PartyAfter so longThe Sick Tea Party by ~Alice-SingMeToSleep
We're finally trying to renew our friendship
She keeps claiming she's changed
I accept that, because I have changed, too
She tells me she's not ready
That it'll throw her life out of balance
And she just got to this place of happiness
I accept all of this, I understand
I'm willing to wait the world turning
To start our friendship again
With all pride set aside
But what she doesn't know is how bad I've missed her
When she left there was a time when there was no light in my eyes
And I asked if what was holding her back
Was my bipolar disorder
After the first message
I showed her my scars
I wept at her feet
And she tells me now
That I used my bipolar as a weapon
Calling me an attention whore
That my disorder isn't a real sickness
When my symptoms started surfacing so long ago
And then intensified
You pushed me away with all you could
Back before you shattered my weak heart
After all this time has passed
You still call me an attention whore
Because I wasn't the "perso
Just Another Delusionblood is fullestJust Another Delusion by ~Wise-lies
when spread across your
favorite set of lips.
pink as the latest explosion
touch heavily ringing ears
and answer a faint hello.
but who is there
to listen to your everlasting worries?
feet are unusually barefoot
and they wear their own sweaters
called thick socks.
swearing that the furniture
was skipping across the floor
but it was just the neighbors
moving to a different part
of the bustling city.
all signs point to nowherepinched nose to stop from cryingall signs point to nowhere by ~ambulances
broke a string
like tears will change a thing
accent on the first syllable please darling, I'd love to hear you scream
ravenous for a story
you sure you don't want a knife with that pen?
i know i will never look at you the same
the same things
that have been pulling me under
for the past forever
are reaching up for you
and i know exactly what
the little things are planning to do
a little crash with that stutter
a little fear with that shudder
you'll never be the same again
don't know where my head has been at these days
iron struts keep us all up but the underworld isn't made of iron is it
this rust will get to you just like it devoured me
bleeding fingers intertwine why are these paper cuts not so irregular
scream all night
they don't bother to listen anymore
cut to the chase
they aren't the ones who are watching out for you
the same things
that have been pulling me under
for the past forever
are reaching up
WrongInsane.Wrong by ~Silent-Obsession
Insanity. Perhaps no longer a medical condition. Perhaps the result of ill-treatment. Not rape, abuse, but mental attacks, constant mental attacks.
Contradictions, intensity. Nothing makes sense.
Just because it's dark, doesn't mean they can't see what goes on.
Sickness, dizziness, headaches, chest pains
It, they, she. When, where, how. If
I love you. I hate you. I see you. I can't see you.
I'm lost without you, it they, her, them. I'm lost and I can't find myself.
I can't find you.
Crying as if it will bring you here.
Crying; as if I haven't lost enough. Crying so much that I can't see anymore.
Maybe that's a better way.
I don't want to see. Don't want to see this world. This 'world' that's so free, you can't be yourself. So intense that everything I do is wrong, so contradicting!
Determined to make it all go away; make it all better.
Scared, but so fucking proud.
I know what love is and
I know what it isn't.
I know that the world is cruel.
AwarenessI wish this feeling would pass. I tried to be optimistic hoping this loneliness wouldn't last. I fear death on me has been cast. I wonder if my life is worth nothing more than trash.Awareness by #Mental-IllnessClub
I have this overwhelming fear I can't describe. It constantly finds me though I desperately try to hide. To let go of these feelings I feel everything I've tried. Is there anyone out there into whom I could confide?
Is there anyone out there for me who cares? Does anyone want this love I have to share? My heart and mind continues to tear.
This feeling of despondence seems so very constant; hard to break free from. I cry out but no one comes; while the world is carefree and fun.
I find it amusing, but also confusing the bliss of ignorance. All the while I'm frustrated and tense. No comfort in me found; nobody and no one around. Only my dismal and bleak thoughts abound.
Yet I still dream, that someday the sun will shine down on me and beam; that some day I will be seen. Not so invisible. No expectation of ev
Secret Shame of Self-injurySecret Shame of Self-injury by *shadowlight-oak
Self-inflicted injury and self-poisoning are major causes of hospital admission of young adults throughout the United Kingdom, while in Scotland, suicide is the leading cause of death each year in persons aged 15 to 40 years.
Because of the stigma and lack of readily available information about self-injury, people who resort to this method of coping often receive treatment from physicians (particularly in emergency rooms) and mental-health professionals that can actually make their lives worse instead of better. Self-injurers also will often withdraw from all potential sources of help, living in secrecy and fear. This leads to a very isolated existence, wherein a person will never get close to another out of fear of their secret being discovered and the judgement that may follow.
Self-injury has an immediate effect, creating instant relief, but it is only temporary; the underlying emotional issues still remain. In time, self-injury can become a person's automatic response
Bullying, the aftermathBullying, the aftermath by *shadowlight-oak
Bullying can have long-term effects on people's lives, even once it has stopped. It can cause stress, anxiety, panic attacks, reduced self-esteem and a general loss of confidence. Even family life and relationships can be affected.
The experience of being bullied can end up causing lasting damage to victims. This is both self-evident, and also supported by an increasing body of research. It is not necessary to be physically harmed in order to suffer lasting harm. For the most part, physical damage sustained in a fist fight heals readily, especially damage that is sustained during the resilient childhood years. What is far more difficult to mend is the primary wound that bullying victims suffer which is damage to their self-concepts; to their identities. Bullying is an attempt to instil fear and self-loathing. Being the repetitive target of bullying damages your ability to view yourself as a desirable, capable and effective individual.
In the short term:
Abuse, the aftermathAbuse, the aftermath by *shadowlight-oak
Being abused does not necessarily cause psychological or medical illness to occur. However, being abused does make it much more likely that one or more psychological or medical illnesses will occur. Victimized people commonly develop emotional or psychological problems secondary to their abuse, including anxiety disorders and various forms of depression. They may develop substance abuse disorders. If abuse has been very severe, the victim may be traumatized, and may develop a posttraumatic stress injury such as posttraumatic stress disorder (PTSD), or acute stress disorder.
Flashbacks can range in severity from mild and brief to long and strong. They can involve both sensory perceptions and motor re-enactment too. During a flashback you may experience vivid images, strong smells, or noises. Some may even involve actually acting out a traumatic experience. Many times trauma survivors don't recognize that they are having a flashback nor remember afterwards what ha
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