Let's Talk (mental health)

[cat in a bag]

Positive vibes, Cori! I will be crossing my fingers and sending good thoughts your way, hope you can attend!

 

[Spideyman]

So, after certain relatives and people who have known me online for years said I was at worst showing signs of losing my mind and at best completely miserable and shouldn't be suffering the way I have for the last fifty years--the last four have been particularly unbearable as there is virtually no hope left of things going well--it was suggested I try Cognitive Behavioral Therapy. Even the counselor I have seen for four years didn't know of any place around offering it, or anyone who had attempted it, so apparently I am the local Rosa Parks trailblazer! I contacted the National Alliance for Mental Health, which sent a resources list and I found the only place on this side of the state offering a course. The office is now 65 miles away but they are soon moving to an office 70 miles away!

It is a seven-week course, three times per week, and of course on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday--if any two days were consecutive, I might be able to stay overnight with friends in the area, but no, it will be a full round trip each time. The meetings or whatever they call the things run from 4:00 p.m. - 7:00 p.m., and undoubtedly I'll need something to eat beforehand just to stay coherent for the meetings and afterwards to stay coherent on the drive home so there is gas and food to be considered as well as time and effort.

I am extremely apprehensive as, for one, it's a group thing--the counselor says she generally starts with eight and winds up with about three sticking it out, so it must be brutal. Although there IS no good time for me to spend seven weeks driving back and forth, they WOULD start the day before Halloween--not only when doing a Halloween display was one of the few activities to which I was looking forward--so now it's gotta all be thrown together fast or just forget it like I had to do last Christmas--but when we are finally LITERALLY getting the first good weather ALL YEAR not occurring when I had to rush to a baptism, a graduation, a wedding, or a funeral! (The good weather was very maliciously parceled out when I had other obligations and shut off when I did have time to work. If anyone else gets born, graduates, marries, or dies, in the next year or two, I will cheerfully strangle them.) It's pretty hopeless at this point as I'm trying to catch up with stuff in the yard which should have been done over the last three years when I had to deal with the illness and death of my wonderful longtime handyman, a broken leg, and another handyman ripping us off for many thousands. I literally CAN'T do everything all at once myself, my mom can't do any (though I told her not to, and tried to hire someone else, he did not do a very good job so she tried when I was gone to the graduation and landed in the hospital on Mother's Day), and can't hire any help. MY LAST CHANCE outside before being cooped up all winter with an also-impossible load of projects was for what I could do during some decent fall weather, and now I am to be robbed of that, but I have to go through with it, even on the off-chance that it will help me in the least to be miserable to a more bearable degree. I am literally in the worst shape I've been in for at least 35 years or longer--can't sit still to read a book or concentrate on what I'm reading if I try! I am so wracked with guilt over not becoming a bestselling author, I feel I don't deserve to read and even if I try it is a terrific effort. I can watch movies and TV sometimes but don't enjoy music or anything as I should. Plus the yard work is useless anyway as someone will find a way to prevent or undo anything I accomplish there as well.

What it comes down to is my situation is utterly and completely hopeless and I either have to find some way to change that, or learn to live with it. If I could have been able to either do something outstanding or pass myself off as normal and slide by with that I'd have done either years ago, but every attempt went horribly wrong and then I was blamed for deliberately screwing up when I felt bad enough. It seems to be some people's stated purpose to see to it that I feel well and truly properly bad. I am so upset that they feel that is necessary, it does make me feel bad. If I call attention to my condition, it merely annoys family members. It's not so much that they won't do anything, as that there is no way they can do enough to really fix the problems. It's like I have slipped off a precipice and am hanging by a rope, my close family members can't hold me up, I can't pull myself up, they have said they'll cut me loose (though so far they haven't) and if I cut myself loose, even if I live, which I won't, they will hate me, and if I die they will also hate me plus I'll be dead. If this stupid program doesn't work I shall be forced to resort to heavy drugs because NO ONE CAN HELP ME, or show me ANY MEANS by which I can help myself! (Over the years I was handed a list of impossible conditions to fulfill. This caused me a lot of stress, but not too much, because my life was all about proving wrong those who had written me off as a loser. If you see the movie Rocky--I had to see it twice in the theater as the ending does not make it all that clear to the casual viewer--it is not about winning but simply about your concept of yourself from seeing things through. Once I saw that movie, my mind was made up, I was going to prove these jokers wrong or perish in the attempt. The last several years it's more like, the very thought of the attempt is so exhausting I would mostly rather just die and get it over with than go through all this and still fail!) So I hope the program can successfully brainwash me into some other thinking. I've always tried to be realistic, but now I would almost rather be happy and wrong in a fool's paradise than to endure any more of this!

Manifesting that a way be found for you to attend this course, reap positive benefits and find serenity within your life.

 

[Moderator]

So, after certain relatives and people who have known me online for years said I was at worst showing signs of losing my mind and at best completely miserable and shouldn't be suffering the way I have for the last fifty years--the last four have been particularly unbearable as there is virtually no hope left of things going well--it was suggested I try Cognitive Behavioral Therapy. Even the counselor I have seen for four years didn't know of any place around offering it, or anyone who had attempted it, so apparently I am the local Rosa Parks trailblazer! I contacted the National Alliance for Mental Health, which sent a resources list and I found the only place on this side of the state offering a course. The office is now 65 miles away but they are soon moving to an office 70 miles away!

It is a seven-week course, three times per week, and of course on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday--if any two days were consecutive, I might be able to stay overnight with friends in the area, but no, it will be a full round trip each time. The meetings or whatever they call the things run from 4:00 p.m. - 7:00 p.m., and undoubtedly I'll need something to eat beforehand just to stay coherent for the meetings and afterwards to stay coherent on the drive home so there is gas and food to be considered as well as time and effort.

I am extremely apprehensive as, for one, it's a group thing--the counselor says she generally starts with eight and winds up with about three sticking it out, so it must be brutal. Although there IS no good time for me to spend seven weeks driving back and forth, they WOULD start the day before Halloween--not only when doing a Halloween display was one of the few activities to which I was looking forward--so now it's gotta all be thrown together fast or just forget it like I had to do last Christmas--but when we are finally LITERALLY getting the first good weather ALL YEAR not occurring when I had to rush to a baptism, a graduation, a wedding, or a funeral! (The good weather was very maliciously parceled out when I had other obligations and shut off when I did have time to work. If anyone else gets born, graduates, marries, or dies, in the next year or two, I will cheerfully strangle them.) It's pretty hopeless at this point as I'm trying to catch up with stuff in the yard which should have been done over the last three years when I had to deal with the illness and death of my wonderful longtime handyman, a broken leg, and another handyman ripping us off for many thousands. I literally CAN'T do everything all at once myself, my mom can't do any (though I told her not to, and tried to hire someone else, he did not do a very good job so she tried when I was gone to the graduation and landed in the hospital on Mother's Day), and can't hire any help. MY LAST CHANCE outside before being cooped up all winter with an also-impossible load of projects was for what I could do during some decent fall weather, and now I am to be robbed of that, but I have to go through with it, even on the off-chance that it will help me in the least to be miserable to a more bearable degree. I am literally in the worst shape I've been in for at least 35 years or longer--can't sit still to read a book or concentrate on what I'm reading if I try! I am so wracked with guilt over not becoming a bestselling author, I feel I don't deserve to read and even if I try it is a terrific effort. I can watch movies and TV sometimes but don't enjoy music or anything as I should. Plus the yard work is useless anyway as someone will find a way to prevent or undo anything I accomplish there as well.

What it comes down to is my situation is utterly and completely hopeless and I either have to find some way to change that, or learn to live with it. If I could have been able to either do something outstanding or pass myself off as normal and slide by with that I'd have done either years ago, but every attempt went horribly wrong and then I was blamed for deliberately screwing up when I felt bad enough. It seems to be some people's stated purpose to see to it that I feel well and truly properly bad. I am so upset that they feel that is necessary, it does make me feel bad. If I call attention to my condition, it merely annoys family members. It's not so much that they won't do anything, as that there is no way they can do enough to really fix the problems. It's like I have slipped off a precipice and am hanging by a rope, my close family members can't hold me up, I can't pull myself up, they have said they'll cut me loose (though so far they haven't) and if I cut myself loose, even if I live, which I won't, they will hate me, and if I die they will also hate me plus I'll be dead. If this stupid program doesn't work I shall be forced to resort to heavy drugs because NO ONE CAN HELP ME, or show me ANY MEANS by which I can help myself! (Over the years I was handed a list of impossible conditions to fulfill. This caused me a lot of stress, but not too much, because my life was all about proving wrong those who had written me off as a loser. If you see the movie Rocky--I had to see it twice in the theater as the ending does not make it all that clear to the casual viewer--it is not about winning but simply about your concept of yourself from seeing things through. Once I saw that movie, my mind was made up, I was going to prove these jokers wrong or perish in the attempt. The last several years it's more like, the very thought of the attempt is so exhausting I would mostly rather just die and get it over with than go through all this and still fail!) So I hope the program can successfully brainwash me into some other thinking. I've always tried to be realistic, but now I would almost rather be happy and wrong in a fool's paradise than to endure any more of this!

Positive vibes on the way that this will be just what you need.

 

[Sundrop]

(((((Cori))))) All positive vibes and energy.

 

[AnnaMarie]

I hope you are able to get in for the therapy.

 

[mal]

Oh, it wasn't difficult telling you guys. I don't really know you guys to be honest so I just did it on a whim. You guys are really nice people, by the way. I'm glad that I found this board.

I'm glad you did too.

 

[mal]

So, after certain relatives and people who have known me online for years said I was at worst showing signs of losing my mind and at best completely miserable and shouldn't be suffering the way I have for the last fifty years--the last four have been particularly unbearable as there is virtually no hope left of things going well--it was suggested I try Cognitive Behavioral Therapy. Even the counselor I have seen for four years didn't know of any place around offering it, or anyone who had attempted it, so apparently I am the local Rosa Parks trailblazer! I contacted the National Alliance for Mental Health, which sent a resources list and I found the only place on this side of the state offering a course. The office is now 65 miles away but they are soon moving to an office 70 miles away!

It is a seven-week course, three times per week, and of course on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday--if any two days were consecutive, I might be able to stay overnight with friends in the area, but no, it will be a full round trip each time. The meetings or whatever they call the things run from 4:00 p.m. - 7:00 p.m., and undoubtedly I'll need something to eat beforehand just to stay coherent for the meetings and afterwards to stay coherent on the drive home so there is gas and food to be considered as well as time and effort.

I am extremely apprehensive as, for one, it's a group thing--the counselor says she generally starts with eight and winds up with about three sticking it out, so it must be brutal. Although there IS no good time for me to spend seven weeks driving back and forth, they WOULD start the day before Halloween--not only when doing a Halloween display was one of the few activities to which I was looking forward--so now it's gotta all be thrown together fast or just forget it like I had to do last Christmas--but when we are finally LITERALLY getting the first good weather ALL YEAR not occurring when I had to rush to a baptism, a graduation, a wedding, or a funeral! (The good weather was very maliciously parceled out when I had other obligations and shut off when I did have time to work. If anyone else gets born, graduates, marries, or dies, in the next year or two, I will cheerfully strangle them.) It's pretty hopeless at this point as I'm trying to catch up with stuff in the yard which should have been done over the last three years when I had to deal with the illness and death of my wonderful longtime handyman, a broken leg, and another handyman ripping us off for many thousands. I literally CAN'T do everything all at once myself, my mom can't do any (though I told her not to, and tried to hire someone else, he did not do a very good job so she tried when I was gone to the graduation and landed in the hospital on Mother's Day), and can't hire any help. MY LAST CHANCE outside before being cooped up all winter with an also-impossible load of projects was for what I could do during some decent fall weather, and now I am to be robbed of that, but I have to go through with it, even on the off-chance that it will help me in the least to be miserable to a more bearable degree. I am literally in the worst shape I've been in for at least 35 years or longer--can't sit still to read a book or concentrate on what I'm reading if I try! I am so wracked with guilt over not becoming a bestselling author, I feel I don't deserve to read and even if I try it is a terrific effort. I can watch movies and TV sometimes but don't enjoy music or anything as I should. Plus the yard work is useless anyway as someone will find a way to prevent or undo anything I accomplish there as well.

What it comes down to is my situation is utterly and completely hopeless and I either have to find some way to change that, or learn to live with it. If I could have been able to either do something outstanding or pass myself off as normal and slide by with that I'd have done either years ago, but every attempt went horribly wrong and then I was blamed for deliberately screwing up when I felt bad enough. It seems to be some people's stated purpose to see to it that I feel well and truly properly bad. I am so upset that they feel that is necessary, it does make me feel bad. If I call attention to my condition, it merely annoys family members. It's not so much that they won't do anything, as that there is no way they can do enough to really fix the problems. It's like I have slipped off a precipice and am hanging by a rope, my close family members can't hold me up, I can't pull myself up, they have said they'll cut me loose (though so far they haven't) and if I cut myself loose, even if I live, which I won't, they will hate me, and if I die they will also hate me plus I'll be dead. If this stupid program doesn't work I shall be forced to resort to heavy drugs because NO ONE CAN HELP ME, or show me ANY MEANS by which I can help myself! (Over the years I was handed a list of impossible conditions to fulfill. This caused me a lot of stress, but not too much, because my life was all about proving wrong those who had written me off as a loser. If you see the movie Rocky--I had to see it twice in the theater as the ending does not make it all that clear to the casual viewer--it is not about winning but simply about your concept of yourself from seeing things through. Once I saw that movie, my mind was made up, I was going to prove these jokers wrong or perish in the attempt. The last several years it's more like, the very thought of the attempt is so exhausting I would mostly rather just die and get it over with than go through all this and still fail!) So I hope the program can successfully brainwash me into some other thinking. I've always tried to be realistic, but now I would almost rather be happy and wrong in a fool's paradise than to endure any more of this!

Hi CoriSCapnSkip, I hope you'll be able to attend and if you can't, I hope you find an alternative. There is nothing wrong with a fool's paradise as long as you don't completely lose touch with reality. Sometimes you have to ignore all the BS or you'll drown in it. All the best, mal.

 

[Blake]

I've been to see a psychologist three times in my life and also went to do a drug and alcohol course for two weeks as I felt I had some substance abuse issues. The first psychologist was born in America but moved here in the late 60's and was into hypnotizing. The last psychologist I saw was good and basically I went to see him as I was slightly suicidal and had half a sandwich to eat in two weeks but was drinking all the time and thought I better end it all because my father died and was about to too, I took a few steps and I heard my father's voice( I don't know if it was my imagination or it was actually him in my mind or out loud) but it gave me the belief not to kill myself and that there is an afterlife, so straight away I had a shower then went to a doctor to get a referral to see a psychologist( here you get 10 free one hour consultations to see a psychologist as long you get a referral from a medical doctor) so then I knew I wasn't going to kill myself. I had the appointment either that afternoon or the next day, I can't remember, but after seeing the doctor I caught the bus to Big W at Waratah and was looking around and saw the complete series of Stephen King's 'The Stand' on DVD, which I purchased (I hadn't seen it since it was on television here in 1995).So it must have been the next day I went to see the psychologist because I watched half the series that night while drinking, and still not being able to eat. The next day I saw the guy and I had a slight hangover and he asked me what I've been doing and I said I can't eat and I told him I watched the Stand last night or most of it and he asked me if I liked King and I said yes, and other authors as well. Anyway, he got out of his leather chair and walked over to his desk and got his laptop and sat next to me and looked up Stephen King on the internet and said something like 'Hey, he's got his own website and message board where fans can join up" and he said I should join so that's how I joined because of him I suppose. One thing he told me that I didn't agree with but understand why he said it was when I told him I thought I heard my father's voice and he explained it away in psychological terms saying back in the old days they would have said I had a 'vision', but I still believe I heard my father's voice and also he contacted me again when my mother died saying it was alright, not to worry. There is nothing wrong about seeing someone if you think you might have some issues because sometimes all you need is someone to talk too.

 

[Blake]

Try to remain calm, Cori, and I suggest meditation which will help.

 

[CoriSCapnSkip]

Luckily my mom knows about it and is fine with me going. She thought it was some followup to a colonoscopy I recently had, but I said no, this is mental, not physical. Mom has generally maintained there's nothing seriously wrong with me, but is still all right with me attending. I told our closest neighbor I would be gone the better part of three days a week for seven weeks and she will look in on Mom. So I am really lucky in that way. Thanks for all the good vibes!

 

[FlakeNoir]

Luckily my mom knows about it and is fine with me going. She thought it was some followup to a colonoscopy I recently had, but I said no, this is mental, not physical. Mom has generally maintained there's nothing seriously wrong with me, but is still all right with me attending. I told our closest neighbor I would be gone the better part of three days a week for seven weeks and she will look in on Mom. So I am really lucky in that way. Thanks for all the good vibes!

That's really great to have such a helpful neighbour, I hope you can go.

 

[AnnaMarie]

Luckily my mom knows about it and is fine with me going. She thought it was some followup to a colonoscopy I recently had, but I said no, this is mental, not physical. Mom has generally maintained there's nothing seriously wrong with me, but is still all right with me attending. I told our closest neighbor I would be gone the better part of three days a week for seven weeks and she will look in on Mom. So I am really lucky in that way. Thanks for all the good vibes!

Cori, needing to see a psychiatrist or psychologist (or any over psych doctors there may be) does not mean there is something seriously wrong with you. People see medical doctors for something as minor as a pimple. But when it comes to our minds we seem to think the only time to go for help is when we are suicidal.

 

[mcpon14]

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[mcpon14]

Luckily my mom knows about it and is fine with me going. She thought it was some followup to a colonoscopy I recently had, but I said no, this is mental, not physical. Mom has generally maintained there's nothing seriously wrong with me, but is still all right with me attending. I told our closest neighbor I would be gone the better part of three days a week for seven weeks and she will look in on Mom. So I am really lucky in that way. Thanks for all the good vibes!

I hope the best for you.

 

[Lepplady]

So, after certain relatives and people who have known me online for years said I was at worst showing signs of losing my mind and at best completely miserable and shouldn't be suffering the way I have for the last fifty years--the last four have been particularly unbearable as there is virtually no hope left of things going well--it was suggested I try Cognitive Behavioral Therapy. Even the counselor I have seen for four years didn't know of any place around offering it, or anyone who had attempted it, so apparently I am the local Rosa Parks trailblazer! I contacted the National Alliance for Mental Health, which sent a resources list and I found the only place on this side of the state offering a course. The office is now 65 miles away but they are soon moving to an office 70 miles away!

It is a seven-week course, three times per week, and of course on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday--if any two days were consecutive, I might be able to stay overnight with friends in the area, but no, it will be a full round trip each time. The meetings or whatever they call the things run from 4:00 p.m. - 7:00 p.m., and undoubtedly I'll need something to eat beforehand just to stay coherent for the meetings and afterwards to stay coherent on the drive home so there is gas and food to be considered as well as time and effort.

I am extremely apprehensive as, for one, it's a group thing--the counselor says she generally starts with eight and winds up with about three sticking it out, so it must be brutal. Although there IS no good time for me to spend seven weeks driving back and forth, they WOULD start the day before Halloween--not only when doing a Halloween display was one of the few activities to which I was looking forward--so now it's gotta all be thrown together fast or just forget it like I had to do last Christmas--but when we are finally LITERALLY getting the first good weather ALL YEAR not occurring when I had to rush to a baptism, a graduation, a wedding, or a funeral! (The good weather was very maliciously parceled out when I had other obligations and shut off when I did have time to work. If anyone else gets born, graduates, marries, or dies, in the next year or two, I will cheerfully strangle them.) It's pretty hopeless at this point as I'm trying to catch up with stuff in the yard which should have been done over the last three years when I had to deal with the illness and death of my wonderful longtime handyman, a broken leg, and another handyman ripping us off for many thousands. I literally CAN'T do everything all at once myself, my mom can't do any (though I told her not to, and tried to hire someone else, he did not do a very good job so she tried when I was gone to the graduation and landed in the hospital on Mother's Day), and can't hire any help. MY LAST CHANCE outside before being cooped up all winter with an also-impossible load of projects was for what I could do during some decent fall weather, and now I am to be robbed of that, but I have to go through with it, even on the off-chance that it will help me in the least to be miserable to a more bearable degree. I am literally in the worst shape I've been in for at least 35 years or longer--can't sit still to read a book or concentrate on what I'm reading if I try! I am so wracked with guilt over not becoming a bestselling author, I feel I don't deserve to read and even if I try it is a terrific effort. I can watch movies and TV sometimes but don't enjoy music or anything as I should. Plus the yard work is useless anyway as someone will find a way to prevent or undo anything I accomplish there as well.

What it comes down to is my situation is utterly and completely hopeless and I either have to find some way to change that, or learn to live with it. If I could have been able to either do something outstanding or pass myself off as normal and slide by with that I'd have done either years ago, but every attempt went horribly wrong and then I was blamed for deliberately screwing up when I felt bad enough. It seems to be some people's stated purpose to see to it that I feel well and truly properly bad. I am so upset that they feel that is necessary, it does make me feel bad. If I call attention to my condition, it merely annoys family members. It's not so much that they won't do anything, as that there is no way they can do enough to really fix the problems. It's like I have slipped off a precipice and am hanging by a rope, my close family members can't hold me up, I can't pull myself up, they have said they'll cut me loose (though so far they haven't) and if I cut myself loose, even if I live, which I won't, they will hate me, and if I die they will also hate me plus I'll be dead. If this stupid program doesn't work I shall be forced to resort to heavy drugs because NO ONE CAN HELP ME, or show me ANY MEANS by which I can help myself! (Over the years I was handed a list of impossible conditions to fulfill. This caused me a lot of stress, but not too much, because my life was all about proving wrong those who had written me off as a loser. If you see the movie Rocky--I had to see it twice in the theater as the ending does not make it all that clear to the casual viewer--it is not about winning but simply about your concept of yourself from seeing things through. Once I saw that movie, my mind was made up, I was going to prove these jokers wrong or perish in the attempt. The last several years it's more like, the very thought of the attempt is so exhausting I would mostly rather just die and get it over with than go through all this and still fail!) So I hope the program can successfully brainwash me into some other thinking. I've always tried to be realistic, but now I would almost rather be happy and wrong in a fool's paradise than to endure any more of this!

The best place to start is deciding that you don't have to live like that. When you give yourself permission to be happier, you can then find a way to make it happen. Whether it's that program, daily walks in the park, productive hobbies, a pet, medication or the faith of your choice, the journey toward happiness happens one step at a time. Sounds like you've got your foot poised on the path.
Best of luck.

 

[Dana Jean]

Luckily my mom knows about it and is fine with me going. She thought it was some followup to a colonoscopy I recently had, but I said no, this is mental, not physical. Mom has generally maintained there's nothing seriously wrong with me, but is still all right with me attending. I told our closest neighbor I would be gone the better part of three days a week for seven weeks and she will look in on Mom. So I am really lucky in that way. Thanks for all the good vibes!

Work hard and be the best you!

 

[Neesy]

I've been to see a psychologist three times in my life and also went to do a drug and alcohol course for two weeks as I felt I had some substance abuse issues. The first psychologist was born in America but moved here in the late 60's and was into hypnotizing. The last psychologist I saw was good and basically I went to see him as I was slightly suicidal and had half a sandwich to eat in two weeks but was drinking all the time and thought I better end it all because my father died and was about to too, I took a few steps and I heard my father's voice( I don't know if it was my imagination or it was actually him in my mind or out loud) but it gave me the belief not to kill myself and that there is an afterlife, so straight away I had a shower then went to a doctor to get a referral to see a psychologist( here you get 10 free one hour consultations to see a psychologist as long you get a referral from a medical doctor) so then I knew I wasn't going to kill myself. I had the appointment either that afternoon or the next day, I can't remember, but after seeing the doctor I caught the bus to Big W at Waratah and was looking around and saw the complete series of Stephen King's 'The Stand' on DVD, which I purchased (I hadn't seen it since it was on television here in 1995).So it must have been the next day I went to see the psychologist because I watched half the series that night while drinking, and still not being able to eat. The next day I saw the guy and I had a slight hangover and he asked me what I've been doing and I said I can't eat and I told him I watched the Stand last night or most of it and he asked me if I liked King and I said yes, and other authors as well. Anyway, he got out of his leather chair and walked over to his desk and got his laptop and sat next to me and looked up Stephen King on the internet and said something like 'Hey, he's got his own website and message board where fans can join up" and he said I should join so that's how I joined because of him I suppose. One thing he told me that I didn't agree with but understand why he said it was when I told him I thought I heard my father's voice and he explained it away in psychological terms saying back in the old days they would have said I had a 'vision', but I still believe I heard my father's voice and also he contacted me again when my mother died saying it was alright, not to worry. There is nothing wrong about seeing someone if you think you might have some issues because sometimes all you need is someone to talk too.

Hey Mr. Cranky,

I’m glad you joined the SKMB so I guess it’s a good thing that psychologist led you in the right direction. Try to cut back on the drinking and make sure you eat better.
Love and Green Lights!

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[Blake]

Hey Mr. Cranky,

I’m glad you joined the SKMB so I guess it’s a good thing that psychologist led you in the right direction. Try to cut back on the drinking and make sure you eat better.
Love and Green Lights!

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That was because of the grief which affects people differently, for me I couldn't eat any solid foods and he suggested that I drink heaps of water the first thing I woke up and also juices and milk. Also he said if I had a blender to make 'smoothies' like celery smoothies and other vegetables and fruit ones like mango and pineapple because it tastes beautiful which worked because they were like drinking the food. Slowly my appetite came back.

 

[Neesy]

That was because of the grief which affects people differently, for me I couldn't eat any solid foods and he suggested that I drink heaps of water the first thing I woke up and also juices and milk. Also he said if I had a blender to make 'smoothies' like celery smoothies and other vegetables and fruit ones like mango and pineapple because it tastes beautiful which worked because they were like drinking the food. Slowly my appetite came back.

That's good - my hubby does not drink when he is working up North but once he comes back home he starts going to the Legion at the end of our street.

I do not mind - to him it's like a social club (similar to a pub like he had back in Scotland) but by the time he's ready to go back up North I feel like his drinking has gotten a wee bit out of hand.

I can't make him change unless he really wants to. He's a much nicer individual when he's sober. Not sure what he sees in drinking but he hints that it has something to do with his upbringing and childhood. I suppose that sort of fits in with the theme of this thread [mental health].

 

[mcpon14]

Why is it that people with mental health seem to be stigmatized, lol, when the WHO says like the statistics for it is like 1 out of 3 people globally have it, lol?