I want to create a place that is safe and positive and where I can also share my knowledge and insight and maybe help someone else

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My name is Angie and I am from a small town in Iowa. I was born and raised in the same town and have only live a little bit of my life in towns nearby. I am creating a place where I can share my journey on the road to healing and finding peace. I have lived with depression and anxiety most of my life and feel like it is time to share and help others with their journey.

https://bravespiritfiercemind.wordpress.com

I sat stone-faced as he told me I had expressed this unfelt feeling, which he assessed as being categorically inappropriate

Keywords: updates , abuse , alone , ashamed , brokenness , damage , depression , emptiness , hopelessness , isolation , pain , rejection , shame

I sat, unspeaking, as he reproached me for being emotional, though, at least in this instance, is was not true.  And it felt as if he had driven a dagger deep into my heart.

https://rbird007.wordpress.com/2020/06/04/shamed

Every time you call out, you’re a little less alone — I want to make the process easier for you

Keywords: anxiety , bipolar disorder , depression , inspiration , Mental Health , mental illness , mentalhealth , mentalillness , obsessive compulsive disorder , ocd , postaday , postaweek , uncustomaryhousewifeblog

The resources in this post are ordered by how frequently their keywords are searched on my blog and how frequently people contact me for certain resources. Most of these resources are based in the United States.

https://uncustomaryhousewife.com/2020/03/03/mental-health-crisis-lines-and-communities

Unfuck yourself

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“Yeah we’re all fucked up, it’s true.”All Fucked Up, The Amity Affliction

I think it’s important to let the weighty veritas of this statement resonate within you right now. But. Do not let it consume you. Do not let it depress you. In fact, I would urge you to let it awaken something within you. An awareness of who you are, for all your dark spaces and insecurities.

It is now uncommon in this society for someone not to have a diagnosis of a mental health disorder. Something that “fucks” us up. I myself have faced the wrath of three separate co-existing mental health diagnoses. I have worked against them, swimming against their tide in a current of desperate denial. Then I have let myself sink into a sea of resignation. Then I have let them consume me; let them depress me. I have let myself be labelled…

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Depression compression

depression , mentalhealth , selfcompassion , shame

The Stories in my Head

This week, I’d like to continue to write honestly about how I haven’t been feeling the greatest. Part of me feels a little bit annoying and pitiful, but another part of me is screaming screw it! I started this blog to be transparent and honest, and to focus on mental health. And the honest truth is that life’s journey is full of ups and downs, and I will be damned if I have to hide the parts of my life that aren’t sunshine and rainbows.

As someone who is predisposed to depression, I have slowly started to realize (and am striving to accept) that I will always have a tendency to be pulled downward into the spiral of depression. Especially when life throws curve balls – and let’s face it: life is full of those!

I have a tendency to feel ashamed of my emotions, which often pushes me to…

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Graduation Blues and Emotional Burn-Out

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Living Lovely Lives

Graduation. The conclusion to three years of essays, exams, deadlines and sleepless nights. The moment you remember the entire reason you ever went to university- to get a degree. Student life is usually filled with a manic social life, work-life and the odd party or two.

The aftermath can be a bit of a come-down. There is a sudden pressure to find a stable job, decide on a career or jet off to somewhere exotic in the hope of ‘finding yourself’.

However, what people don’t talk about is the in-between period, where you feel like a drifter, biding your time until an opportunity comes along. It can be lonely and depressing. Particularly filling out the endless CV’s, Cover letters and job applications over and over again, scrolling through LinkedIn and Indeed, only to receive a ‘sorry your application was not successful’ email. It can, for want of a better word…

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