The word “chronic” never crossed my mind in my youth. I always thought that was a word associated with old people.
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Defining Chronic
As Chronically Carly’s mom, I’ve decided to make my own small contribution here. I won’t be speaking about Carly, although I could chronically brag about my kid 24/7. I’m just going to offer a little bit of my own personal journey, maybe an insight, perhaps even a smile.
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It’s Okay to be Not Okay
The first thing I remember about being diagnosed with Dysautonomia was feeling bad for everyone but myself.
Knowing that I’d be unable to do the things that I once enjoyed, or having to find adaptive ways of doing those things, just seemed like too much, and having to ask other people, specifically my husband, to make those adaptions with me felt like a nightmare.
Read MoreLiving With Chronic Illness Without Having Chronic Illness
Chronic illness comes in many shapes and forms. While each have their own characteristics that make them unique, I will be speaking about what I have experienced while living with my wife, a.k.a Chronically Carly.
Read MoreA Victim of PTSD: From the Hands of a Family Member
Post-traumatic stress disorder is a very common mental illness, with three million Americans having some form of this psychiatric condition. In the 1952 DSM-I, PTSD was named “gross stress reaction.” It has many of the symptoms that fit the present-day description of this condition. In 1980, the diagnosis changed to “Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder” in the DSM-III. The criteria is used to diagnose those who suffer from symptoms such as intrusive memories, avoidance, negative changes in thinking or mood and changes in physical or emotional reactions.
Read MoreCreating a Bucket List Fortified My Will to Live
Two years ago, I lost the will to live. I had been pressed to withstand the hindrance of battling mental illness since the years of my youth. My life was an ongoing nightmare, only one I couldn’t awake from. I had endured a lifetime of hardships, despite the fact that I was only 27 years old. I couldn’t bear another moment of the torment that ran rampant inside of me. I deemed myself as hopeless.
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