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From obsessive behaviors, to bipolar disorder and post-traumatic stress, mental health conditions can be debilitating. Are you suffering? Share your story and advice for others.

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Replied By: marypaulinem on Jun 26, 2015, 1:48AM
Hello, I am in my late 40's.  All my life, I have dealt with having extremely thin, fine hair.  For years, I would strategically hair spray, perm or roller set to minimize the bare areas, but no longer do for different reasons.  Since this is not a sudden condition for me, I can't say that I'm traumatized but for some reason, over only the past years, I have noticed that I am getting upset by others reactions when they notice in public and workplace.  This has never been the case before.  Where I have never even entertained of covering with even a baseball cap, I am now getting ready to order at least two headscarves to try while in public on my days off.  

As if I haven't already given myself enough new stress with this, just the past couple of days, I find that I am now getting upset over a possible scenario that if I decide that I want to wear the headscarves to work, that my employer may not permit it, thus creating a whole new set of problems.  I've held the same job for 25 plus years, so my lack of hair is not new in my career.

Would love to hear from all with any advice.  Always accepting friend requests too!  Thanks!

Replied By: charliegunk on Jun 15, 2015, 3:28PM - In reply to whyamihere77
I feel the same way. I can't just work and save money. There is only so much u can buy
Replied By: charliegunk on Jun 15, 2015, 3:15PM
I have been feeling mentally ill. I can't go to work, I am calling in sick all the time. I hear things on the radio and I feel uncomfortable sensation on my body. I know I just need medication but the last 2 times I was going to appointments I cancelled them and it takes over a month to get an appointment. In that time, I can't miss that much work as I have bills to pay and my job needs me. I know everyone is talking about me behind my back at work, saying thing like I am lazy for not coming in and the one lady that asks me what's really wrong, I don't want to tell her. I am stuck in bed repeating to myself that everything is going to be OK as my life falls apart. Trying to meditate and think positive thoughts but I am scared of getting stressed at work and snapping and hitting some one or yelling at someone. I cannot be trusted
Replied By: maxhappiness on Jun 4, 2015, 1:14PM
I am very often thinking about the poor and the fact that I'm not helping them enough. When I buy or am offered something (an ice-cream, for example) I usually do the math to know how many meals to the poor that corresponds to (since a meal is around 0.25$, I just multiply the price of the item by 4). The fact that I'm on psychosocial rehabilitation and I am not earning a living only amplifies the guilt. Any advice?
Replied By: goosjojo on May 26, 2015, 5:46PM
I am have the same situation with my 36 year old son who has used drugs since 12.  He is now homeless, says I had a dentist put a chip in his tooth. The government is watching him. Hears voices and refuses to get help. He has thrown away all his identification. Has no income. Owes everyone money. I am at a loss as to what to do.  I can get no help because he is an adult. The police won't take him for a 72 hour hold. He is married and won't let his wife get him help. He finds a way to call and ask for money. I will feed him but I will not give him money. Wants me to get him a phone but he will just throw it away. I feel powerless to do anything. I am also afraid of him. I am not sure what he capable of.  I do not know if he is still doing drugs. I have been told he is probably paranoid schizophrenic.  He keeps talking about gang stalking. He has written very weird emails in the past. He was on meds for anixety and depression and has also thrown them away.  What can I do?
Replied By: honeytediz on May 9, 2015, 7:42PM
Wooo! Brain talk!

Ok  I don't really? Know if I wanna talk about what I know I have. I know I'm autistic and I know I have general anxiety, but there's other stuff I'm curious about.

Like PTSD or maybe bipolar? I haven't had the most fun filled life, it's not TERRIBLE but it's still got some trauma in there somewhere. I sometimes Google the traits (I'm hesitent about using the term "symptoms" to describe brainweird things) and I've found that some fit me, some don't. But the ones that do, ho boy, they explain a LOT.

Bipolar wise I'm really struggling with this thing where my mom or dad will ask me a question, or talk to me and I'll get really mad??? Like I just get really worked up and it sucks a lot. A lot of time my voice will yell when I want it to just talk and it causes a lot of fights. I've long been sick of this but now I'm wondering if it's bipolar????

IDK I. I guess I just wanted to put that out there.
Replied By: lizmariecar on Apr 18, 2015, 6:35PM
A smile is inspiring. comforting, familiar, polite & healing. A smile can make an impression, statement & be contagious. Every day brings the million reasons we all use our smile, without ever even realizing it. But, for me, my smile is what brings torment to me rather than joy & I always do realize when I have to use it. Key words being 'have to' (social expectation). I've spent SO many seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, & years trying to reach out for help with it. My name is Elizabeth Carpenter. I'm 24-years-old. I have an under-bite, cross-bite, & TMJ. I have paradontel disease, loose/shifting teeth, & jaw bone loss. My teeth are rotated, crooked, crowded, cracked, & broken. My wisdom teeth are impacted & my enamel is very soft. I know I'm going to lose my teeth, soon & rapidly, & it TERRIFIES me. My depression, anxiety, & hopelessness about the situation is intruding my every thought & consuming my functionality. I have sleepless nights & anxiety attacks over trying to figure out how I can obtain possibilities to realistically financially take care of my dental needs so that i dont have to accept the end result as having to be dentures. At such a young age. The longer it takes, the worse & more expensive it becomes. When I was 11 I wrote a letter to Oprah (haha) asking for braces. When I was 14 my friend's mother attempted to help me get veneers with her in Mexico. That didn't work because there wasn't legal guardianship. For my 16th birthday I asked my parents for braces. Not a car, not a sweet 16 party, but for braces. Unfortunately but understandably they couldn't be provided.Since I turned 16 I've been working & trying to save enough money. But, life happens & I haven't kept my head even hardly barely above water. I know there's so many others in need, & definitely many whom are enduring much tougher struggles than I, but still I hurt. Physically & emotionally. I just want to be 24. I want to want to kiss my boyfriend & not feel repulsive. Confidentally smile in pictures. Go to social dinners & order what I want, not what's soft. Not ever have the thought of taking my dentures out before I sleep with my partner cross my mind again. Carry lipgloss instead of ibuprofen in my pocket. I've tried many different financial options & I'm at a loss. Please help?
Replied By: whyamihere77 on Apr 6, 2015, 1:31AM - In reply to whyamihere77
It is now almost 21 years later.  I still remember that day like it was yesterday.  What I don't know, is why I went through all of that. 

I have had many jobs. Some close friends have come and gone in my life.  All of them have been female.  I get really close to them and then watch as they go off with some other guy who doesn't treat them as well as I think they should be treated.  I have also been to many psychiatrists and tried many antidepressants.  None of them have been much help.  I did have a therapist tell me once not that long ago "You have spent your whole life trying to get everybody else's approval, but you never learned to know and like yourself."  She is right. 

My parents don't understand my depression.  My dad thinks I can just snap out of it.  They both think I use my depression as an excuse to be lazy.  I really just don't have any motivation.  I have nothing to look forward to.  I have no reason to go out and get a job and make and save money.  It seems like I will never be happy.  There are only a few things that I like.  One of them is going to the casino, but that gets me into trouble. I am a smart gambler, but if I am depressed and go there. I just want to play because if I am playing, I am not thinking about my life and how much I hate it.  I feel like I am out in public with others.  I have lost a lot of money at the casinos because of this.  I was there about a week ago, but something was different.  I wasn't having fun at all.  I left there and I still had some money.  I guess I just feel hopeless right now.  I wish that someone would just put me out of my misery.  I can't help but think back at what I have been through.  Why did I go through that?  I am sure there those out there who can relate to my situation.  Do you have any comments or suggestions?
Replied By: whyamihere77 on Apr 6, 2015, 1:17AM - In reply to whyamihere77
continued from earlier

When I opened my eyes I was on the hard ground next to a set of railroad tracks.  I couldn't feel much of my body at all.  I didn't even try to look at the rest of my body.  I yelled for help, but there was nobody around.  I heard a biker at the top, but they didn't hear me.  A train went by.  At first I thought that maybe the train crew would see me, but at 60 mph or so I doubt it.  Later, I heard some voices from the top of the cliff.  Three boys heard me and didn't believe me at first.  One of them said that they better check to make sure so two of them made it down to me eventually.  They yelled to the guy still at the top to go get help.  I told them what I had done and why.  They told me that they understood. They were kind of outcasts at their school too.  I then heard some sirens in the distance.  The paramedics were jogging down the railroad tracks to me.  A helicopter landed on the tracks and took me out of there to the hospital.  My last memory of that day is being rushed down the hospital hallway seeing the overhead lights going by. 

I broke my left ankle, my left femur in 3 places and my pelvis in 5 places. I lost 16 units of blood which is why I was technically dead for a little over a minute during my first surgery.  I would end up having many surgeries and having my leg in traction for most of the 45 days I was in the hospital. 

Since I only had about 2 weeks of high school left, they let me graduate.  My parents, grandparents and one aunt came to the hospital just about every day.  I spent that summer healing up and doing physical therapy to learn how to walk again.  I would learn later that those boys who found me were skipping school that day.  The police took them to school that day. 

I fell 129 feet.  I truly believe that God saved me that day.  I had wanted to die for so long and went off the cliff.  Once I was conscious again, I was yelling for help like I wanted to live.  I can't explain that. 
Replied By: whyamihere77 on Apr 5, 2015, 11:57PM - In reply to whyamihere77
continued from earlier

It was about this time that I thought about suicide everyday.  First I had to decide how to do it.  I didn't have a gun or know anyone that did, so that was out.  I thought that if I overdosed on some medicine it would probably only make me sick.  Then one day I figured it out. I liked to go for hikes at a park that had some high cliffs in it.  I would go off the cliff.  They were very high up and it would certainly kill me.  I remember being in church on Sunday and picturing how the next time I would in church it would be in a coffin.  The church would be mostly empty.  I would think about how the guys at school would react to hearing about me.  I could just see them making fun of me some more. 

On the morning of April 27, 1994 I awoke and of course didn't want to go to school.  Sometimes I was able to get out of it because my stomach was upset.  My stomach acted up a lot when I get anxious.  My dad was home that day for some reason.  He said that I had to go to school.  I couldn't stay home everyday.  I decided that the day had come.  I acted like I was going to school. I remember making my bed before I left.  I thought that I would never sleep in it again.  Most importantly I would never cry myself to sleep in it again.  I drove to the park.  I got stopped by a red stop light.  I thought, "good, this will be the last time I have to wait for a stupid red light again!"  I pulled into the park and parked near the beginning of the trail.  I started walking up the big hill to the top of the cliffs.  I didn't want to do it there since it was so close to the beginning of the trail.  I walked for a while.  I checked out each place where the trail got up next to the edge. Nothing looked good to me so I kept going.  I finally reached the place where the trail was along the side for about 100 feet. I sat down and thought.  I looked out over the river valley below and saw how beautiful it was.  I thought it was such a shame that I would have to leave such a beautiful place.  I then remembered all that wasn't so beautiful in my life.  It just had to end. I couldn't take it anymore.  I looked at my watch and it was 10:30am.  I decided that I would do it at 10:45am.  I sat there some more thinking.  I thought, "God, forgive me for I don't know what I am doing."  I looked back at my watch and it was exactly 10:45.  I got up and began walking the 15 steps or so to where I planned to go off the edge.  On my last step I closed my eyes and then began to fall.  I felt some small branches brush by that were growing off the side of the cliff.  I can't even describe the feeling I felt. 

to be continued..
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