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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.
Dancing with ButterfliesShe was dancing with butterflies in a disorienting world. A chaotic expanse of a mind barely absent sent her soaring into the stars, unaware of the desolation left in an ongoing rampage. Reality was an illusion; a long forgotten memory and an old friend lost in the passing of time. Her grasp on sanity was a laughable hallucination; a deception of grandiose ideas and irrational behaviors from a reason abandoned. To her, everything was wonderful and magical, dancing amongst the butterflies of true madness.Dancing with Butterflies by SMAdams
International Aspergers Day - 18th February...International Asperger’s Day falls on February 18th. This event, which aims to highlight the significance of Asperger syndrome for both society and individuals, also illustrates one of the many challenges to the newcomer trying to understand the autism spectrum. - http://yourhealthlink.health.nsw.gov.au/event/international-aspergers-day/International Aspergers Day - 18th February... by AngelGhidorah
The day was initiated by Autism Services Australia (ASA) and has since become a worldwide collaboration of autism organizations such as the National Autistic Society and the Autistic Self Advocacy Network among others.
The day is named after one particular individual - a pediatrician from Austria called Hans Asperger.
Hans was born in February 18, 1906 on a farm outside Vienna (Austria's capital city). He was a man who, ironically, may
Self-help guidesSelf-help downloadable leaflets (free): http://www.ntw.nhs.uk/pic/selfhelp/Self-help guides by timeywimeystuff13
Covers: Alcohol, abuse, anxiety, bereavement, anger, depression, low mood, domestic violence, eating disorders, hearing voices, obsessions, PTSD, post-natal depression, self-harm, shyness, social anxiety, sleeping problems, stress, etc.
Found while looking for help on social anxiety disorder.
I Have A LoverI have a lover,I Have A Lover by TheLoneRestlessRose
He stands alone in his room
Locked behind closed doors
Banging his hands against it in frustration
He just wants to let it all out but he's scared,
Oh so scared of losing control, and of himself.
I have a lover,
He's as beautiful as he is flawed
He's as gentle as he is cruel
He is everything he doesn't think he is
He fights a war within himself secretly as he tries to hold everything together,
Because he has to for everyone else,
For he holds the weight of the world on his shoulders.
I have a lover,
He sometimes likes to hide in his closet of skeletons and secrets
I always try to get him to come to me instead,
but sometimes it's too much so he goes into hiding; it's always hard to get him to come out
Once he does he's always exhausted
I always wish he'd come to me instead.
I have a lover,
He's constantly fighting to survive and cope
He's just sitting on the edge, able to tip
NOT WITHOUT US - World Mental HealthNOT WITHOUT US - World Mental Health by Nichrysalis
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 Nichrysalis
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 Nichrysalis
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
Mottled MadnessMottled Madness by ConquerorQuixote
He smiles upon us with the gift of madness.
Christ you weren't christened; oh Christ you must be!
"It's now God you must thank for divine sanity!"
Your God he hath blessed you; to set your soul free..
To protect you from what was sincere misery.
He infused you with ego; a dumbfounded glee.
A half-witted pursuit this votive villainy.
While He may have been holy, He may have turned wine;
You couldn't turn milk, and you're far from divine.
You were trapped on a desert, of a distant world's moon.
You were branded a savior, and you built a cocoon.
And it's there you developed, propped over a cliff.
A rose in your mouth; you hummed to the riff.
But the riff bore no likeness, not an inkling to truth..
You were driven to madness, these teachings uncouth.
You decanted the seas of your cerebral invention,
To the seas of psychosis; an abstract retention.
Now beware the tides turning, and prepare for the worst.
Things I Would Tell HerI want to tell her the thingsThings I Would Tell Her by Nichrysalis
I'll tell her when she’s older,
but the information terrifies her.
In order of importance:
she has luna moths in her head,
monarch butterflies in her stomach,
and a feral fetus in her womb.
are collapse-clasped and folded
in her lap;
she holds her elbows like wings
away from her ribs,
ready to flap,
I want to tell her
to keep one hand in her purse
so she can always find her keys,
to keep an eye on the door
and the door always open
so she can run if she doesn't feel safe,
but her cheeks are rorschach-splotch red
and the tension in her shoulders
warns me she's not ready
to hear this.
And there is the possibility that
maybe I’m not ready to tell
I’m just as devastated as her;
that she is surrounded by friends and family
who are violated by a community
where no man can say yes all men.
My Life With Mental Illness Part:1My life with schizophrenia.My Life With Mental Illness Part:1 by AndreaSemiramis
My life depends on being in a tightrope
I have to always be firm for balance
Ie, every time I suffer a delusion or hallucination
The rope where I am begins to shake me trying of make me fall
But I have to be strong to ever fall.
My life with generalized anxiety.
It is very difficult to live in fear of just about everything around you
Never I leave home, because I think someone will do me harm
I'm never around someone, because he can make fun of me
Always my body and my hands are shaking non stop
I always feel anxious or concerned about something
There can never be a relaxing day for me.
justini.justin by ambulances
there are no words for this.
there is no miracle combination of syllables
that will make you better
that will make you strong enough
to handle this.
never have my own issues
felt so belittled
a mere chemical imbalance
is nothing compared
to the hole ripped out of your universe
the way i dress now
is not a cry of defiance
but a symbol of mourning
are not me showing weakness
this is me paying my respects.
how can i think of myself now?
i do not deserve
to eat, to sleep, to smile
while you are suffering
we can dedicate our lives to him
and it still won't change the fact
that he's gone.
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?
Your life is not a British television showPeople on social media sitesYour life is not a British television show by HecticHarmony
tend to glorify things that hurt.
They brag about things
that people struggle with.
Mental illness is not a label.
It is not a badge nor a privilege
or something you have to earn.
they battle voices in their heads
that they do not even recognize.
People struggle to tame
their inner demons
and keep up an image
that the world expects them to uphold.
Mental illness is not cute,
being so anxious you cannot speak is not a quirk.
Relying on people to take care of you is not romantic.
Your life is not an episode of Skins
The idea of Effy and Freddie is fictional,
no one is going to save you.
We go home and muffle our cries
while dragging razors across our wrists
chasing pills with bottles of vodka.
Our thoughts turn on us
Like a loaded gun,
and we are stuck forever
in a game of Russian roulette.
We wear long sleeves,
and try to drown out voices with headphones.
We tremble at the thought of giving up the chemicals
we have become dependent
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.
An AddictionPrickly metal and burning need, my tweezers are food for an addiction they feed. Like crack and acid, a wild mental state breaks free, its comfort, and solace and freedom for me. Ashen red cysts cover my legs and my hands, whats left on my head hangs bright red and in strands. I have no control, a slave to myself, my sanity spirals, and so does my health. My hair is the enemy in an endless bloody fight, I continue the carnage well into the night.An Addiction by antiprenuer
If the addiction was killed, and I started anew, I fear so strong willed, that I would die too.
Rip Your Tears AwayStupid, arrogant, rude.Rip Your Tears Away by theBIZARREone
You treat me like a child.
Vulgar, patronizing, mean.
Don't dismiss my words.
Scornful, rigid, vile.
You're no better than I.
Rude, dark, miserable.
Melt into the shadows.
Cocky, callous, and smug.
You make my mind go numb.
PTSDWhat is this disorder? you askPTSD by Poison-Stripes
What is PTSD?
Simple, I tell you, I'll tell you what it's like.
How does it feel? you ask me again
Soldiers get it, not a civilian like you, you say to me.
I sit you down and say, Listen to me.
Soldiers aren't the only ones who have PTSD.
Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder is the name.
Going through trauma and hell is the game.
Look at Katrina victims, they have it too.
I have it and it's pure hell.
My anger is more venomous and spontaneous
The nightmares don't let me sleep.
I don't go to Atlantic City as I would like
I avoid hospitals like the Black Plague.
I am numb at funerals
And you ask me why.
Simple, I respond.
I have nearly drowned in the Atlantic Ocean
I know too many people who have died in hospitals
I'm in shock and can't speak.
Soldiers aren't the only ones who endure trauma and live.
Civilians get it too, if they're victims of disasters and rape.
They get it too, from the deaths of loved ones and near deaths of their own.
I have cheated death twi
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
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