In the gothic shadows where depression lies and grief over enemies plus a distant best friend weighs heavy, Psalm 22 offers raw hope. "My God, My God" becomes our prayer turning pain to praise.
In the gothic shadows where depression lies and grief over enemies plus a distant best friend weighs heavy, Psalm 22 offers raw hope. "My God, My God" becomes our prayer turning pain to praise.
Eldest kid is home again. They discharged from the hospital on Thursday, and new meds regimen seems to be the right path forward. Swapped one, added one, tweaked dosages on two others.
It’s a lot to manage, but I’m so grateful that kid is willing to accept help when it’s needed.
Sending this into the #fediverse
My Brain Demons have been winning this week.
I've been too exhausted and bone weary to get out of bed. And when I do, my brain wants to know why to bother.
I know it lies. And I remind myself that no matter what my brain tells me, that people _do care_ about me. But... everything feels quite pointless. Everything.
Moving. Eating. Getting up. Living. ... pointless.
I think I need a meds change, or update.
You're right. I need to speak to my therapist.
#MentalHealth #Depression #DiagnosedDepression #DepressionMedication #DepressionLies #PTSD #Anxiety #ChronicFatigue
If someone you love talks to you about suicidal thoughts, please take them seriously and get them help.
Then get help for yourself. Caring for someone with a mental illness can be isolating and terrifying.
This is where I should include links for resources to get help, but I’m tired -because my eldest is currently waiting for a bed in a psych unit, and my youngest is a baby.
#ThisTooShallPass #MentalWellness #DepressionLies