perso It's fairly common, at least in the mental health blogging world, for people to self-criticize, especially if they they think they've made a mistake or failed to do something. I don't tend to do that, and recently had a bit of an aha moment about how it came to be that I believe that… Continue reading Life Lessons: How I Learned It’s Okay To Mess Up
The blue Christmas thing is relatively new to me. I used to like Christmas. For most of my life, I was a Christmas girl (albeit of the atheist variety). It was a time for food, family, decorations, and more food. Christmas was never stressful for me. I have a pretty small immediate family, so there… Continue reading A Blue Christmas – Depression and the Holidays
In this series, I dig a little deeper into the meaning of psychology-related terms. This week's term is enmeshment. Enmeshment was first described by family therapist Salavador Minuchin. It occurs when there is an extreme lack of boundaries, which prevents healthy differentiation into autonomous individuals. It occurs most often in families, although it can happen in… Continue reading What Is… Enmeshment
This is mostly a rhetorical question for me, since I don't have kids and most likely never will, but how would you teach your kids about the birds and the bees? Would you talk to them about things like safer sex and consent? My parents never gave me a sex talk. I first found out… Continue reading What Would You Teach Your Kids About the Birds and the Bees?
I've been thinking lately about my inability to maintain relationships with people. Depression has caused me to shut a lot of people out of my life. Mostly I haven't given it much thought, but it dawned on me that it has to do with a sense of brokenness. My illness makes it hard to be… Continue reading Depression and Social Brokenness
I never would have thought that I would feel like a stranger in my own family. Depression changed everything, though. The present story I spent Christmas with my family this year. It was a small gathering - just my parents, my brother, his fiancee, and me. Except it didn't feel small; it seemed like there… Continue reading Feeling Like a Stranger in My Own Family
Depression is a profoundly isolating illness, as many mental illnesses can be, and as my illness progresses in many ways I find myself evolving into a hermit of sorts.