The voices had been pretty relentless for a few days about how I wasn’t a good person, daughter, friend, etc…. They were criticizing practically everything about me and sometimes when it’s just you and them you sort of start to believe them. But guess what, they were wrong. I am a good friend and sister and probably that continues to person and daughter. People think it’s just so easy to see that and ignore the voices but me sometimes I need to see it late. Either way they were wrong I am good.
Marci, Mental Health, & More
Marci- Me a 32 year old gay female living in California in the United States.
Mental Health- I am diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder and Schizoaffective Disorder Bipolar type. I blog about my own experience with mental health as well as resources, research, and re-blogs relating to mental health.
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My Favorite Posts
Guest Post on Bipolar for Life Breaking the Silence of Stigma: Not What You'd Expect
Changes and My Identity in Mental Illness Object Permanence
Sexuality and Mental Illness Intertwined Mad Pride? Gay Pride? Identity...
Borderline Personality Disorder Infographic Borderline Personality Disorder Infographic
Schizoaffective Disorder Infographic Schizoaffective Disorder Infographic