Games you must pay with yourself

I'm very fortunate to have good control over my thoughts and emotions in times of trouble.  Sometimes,  but not always its a matter of attitude. Other times,  it's distraction of your own thought processes-still others its very direction sensitive.  For example, if your thoughts are in a direction that you don't want them to be in and you're doing one thing, turning the corner and changing your activities to something else often times does the trick of changing your brain chemistry for the better.  It's not a question of will power, but more of a game you have to play with yourself to relieve whatever rut you're stuck in. 

OK2TALK about Mental Illness: Nami.org Blog repost

On Tuesday, July 23, the National Association of Broadcasters (NAB) launched their new “OK2TALK” campaign aimed at educating the public and encouraging youth to start a conversation about mental health. The campaign features a series of TV and radio PSAs to be used as a platform to spark a productive, nation-wide dialogue about the realities of mental illness and the availability of help and support. The NAB initiated their OK2TALK campaign following the National Conference on Mental Health last month. NAB President and CEO Gordon Smith has a special connection to the cause given that his son took his own life in 2003 after living with depression for many years. At the launch, Gordon shared his personal story and his hopes that encouraging families to have honest conversations about mental illness will help prevent other families from experiencing the tragedy that he faced with the loss of his son. The launch featured a multitude of speakers including senators and house representatives advocating for a bipartisan effort toward improving public accessibility to mental health care. NAMI Northern Virginia member Ellie Hoptman gave a face to the campaign when she shared her personal story of struggle and recovery. Her perspective as a teen growing up with bipolar disorder served as a call to action, proving that talking about mental illness can be a powerful step in the healing process. In her speech, Ellie recalls the pivotal moment at which she finally opened up to her peers and realized that she was not alone. “There were people out there like me and it made all the difference in the world.” If you or a loved one is touched by mental illness, or if you simply need a safe and supportive place to talk, we encourage you to become a part of the conversation by visiting OK2TALK.org. More than one-fourth of young adults avoid talking about mental illness, but having a conversation could save a life. You can watch the press conference in its entirety, here. Posted by Contributors: at 2:49 PM Labels: National Association of Broadcasters, OK2Talk, PSA, teens, young adults

June is PTSD Awareness Month. NAMI.org repost

PTSD Awareness Month: Educate Yourself By Joni Agronin, NAMI Communications Intern June is PTSD awareness month and in an effort to help as many people as possible, Thursday, June 20 has been named PTSD Screening Day. Screening for Mental Health, Inc. has made a self-assessment available to the public and encourages anyone who may be experiencing symptoms of posttraumatic stress disorder or is concerned about a loved one to take the test to make an initial evaluation. Over the last year, many communities across the United States have experienced tragedies. From shootings in Aurora, Co. and Newtown, Conn., to the Boston Marathon bombing, natural disasters and other events, it is an unfortunate fact that anyone can experience trauma. According to the National Center for Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, about 60 percent of men and 50 percent of women will experience a traumatic event in their lifetime and the numbers are even higher for members of the armed forces. Everyone deals with trauma differently but sometimes events can have a strong and permanent affect on the brain of victims. These disruptions in the normal functioning of an individual’s brain can drastically impair their ability to heal and potentially lead to anxiety, anger, violence, sleeplessness and many other symptoms. These symptoms may appear immediately or take months to occur and can affect both individuals and communities alike. The persistence of these symptoms over time is referred to as posttraumatic stress disorder or PTSD. Not everyone who experiences a traumatic event will develop PTSD but up to 20 percent of those individuals may. Twenty percent of Iraq and Afghanistan veterans experience PTSD, half of which may never seek treatment. In the wake of the tragedies our nation faced this year, as well as events that happen every day in combat or at home, it is especially important to remember that help and support are available. The online test is free and anonymous and while it does not offer a diagnosis it may help explain symptoms and provide information about when and how to seek further assessment by a clinician. There are many options available to individuals who may want to seek treatment or simply want to learn more about the disorder. Anyone can experience symptoms of PTSD and you are absolutely not alone. Post a Comment, Share on Facebook

Children's Self Portrait

My son--who's father has schizophrenia,  has been making self-deprecating remarks about himself as a pattern that I've seen over the past year.  He is a six year old in first grade doing really well in school and by all accounts is a healthy, smart, talented and promising young lad. The only problem is that I think he has unfortunately started to walk in his father's footsteps and has, by his mother and my observations, begun to show signs of developing mental illness later in life.
Part of me wants to think he is joking--trying to get a rise out of us, partly due to his childish expression on his face when he is asserting these unusual-for-a-six-year-old-remarks of negativity about himself. Another part of me wants to seek help for him in the form of bringing him along to my psychiatrist's appointment. 
Will it all work out for the best in the end? Or would it be best if I acted upon my instincts and sought professional help for my son?

-A Concerned Father

Nami.org Blog Repost--Kimberly's Story

Kimberly’s Story - My Saving Grace Addiction is a strong demon! I know this one well. It devoured my life for many years, 15 to be exact. The battle of drugs and alcohol were fierce, and it started so young. I was in 8th grade, 13 years old. They took over my life. I could not stop. My life was falling apart, so in order to cover up what was happening or what I was feeling, I numbed myself for years with the drugs and alcohol. I could not recognize I had a problem. I hid it well from my family for years. I was a blackout drunk from age 14 on. I became a frequent user of various illegal drugs. I went through the money in my savings account, the inheritance my grandfather had left me for college, by my junior year in high school. That is how out of control I was, but I was so great at hiding it from my family. What I refer to as “the mask”; I could put it on and off as often as I needed to. I grew up in a great home. I was raised in an upper middle-class family. I had two loving parents who were married 47 years, 1 older brother, 1 grandmother who lived here, the other lived in Austin. We traveled often, had a lake-house, members of the Country Club, and the list goes on. Hence, my home-life was as most would say happy and normal. I chose to live the way I wanted to; I was a leader, very outgoing, but always daring. I pushed the bar in everything I did and always challenged the authority figure, just to see if I could “win”. I chose the wrong boyfriends, one of whom was extremely abusive. Obvious signs of something not “right”… but once again I hid it. I spent some time (a week or so each year) for 3 of my 4 years of High School at the alternative campus because I got in trouble for one thing or another, I “accidentally” overdosed on Valium and spent 4 days in the hospital in a blackout, I was kicked off of the drill team for drinking, and the list goes on. That was High School. I broke my neck at the age of 23 by diving into a swimming pool, under the influence of course, but didn’t go to the hospital for 2 days. I broke my neck at C-5 and C-6, but fortunately, did not sever the cord. But that did not stop me. It only added to my addiction. Now I could add Vicodin and Soma to the list of “legal necessities.” Another 5 years of those meds, plus a few more, and the alcohol to intensify the feeling only made me a complete nightmare!!! It was the stress, it was the suffering, it was the unhappy marriage, the temptations, the suicidal thoughts, the stealing, the lying, the resentment, the drinking, the drugs, the disappointments, the mistakes, the depression, the conscience of my past catching up with me, it was the abuse from a previous relationship, it was the pain, it was everything. I was 28 before I hit rock bottom. I just could not do it another day. I had to stop. I had witnessed the death of 3 close friends, all of whom committed suicide within a year. But the second affected me the worst. He had grown up next door and was like a brother to me. He ended his life the Saturday of our 10 year High School Reunion in August 1996. Many of the family were in town that weekend. I was at the house within 30 minutes of it happening. He had planned it so well. It was awful! It changed me forever. It affected me deeply, something I did not even recognize for another month or so after his death. I knew if I did not get help I would die too. And I could not do that - I had a daughter to raise! She was 2 ½ at the time. She needed me. She did not need this wreck I had become, nor did she need to grow up in a life of such chaos. I was a daughter and a sister. I was a wife and a mom. I had so many friends and so well liked in the community. But, the addictions destroyed many of those relationships. The temptations were stronger than I wanted to admit. Not only did I battle drugs and alcohol, but dual diagnosis; the addition of mental illness, now being diagnosed with bi-polar disorder; yet another label. Another “thing” I was going to have to fight. But I was determined to prevail; not only for me, but for my daughter. I was going to overcome this. I went to my first AA meeting on October 9th, 1996. That became my first step and a pathway for my saving grace. I had to do it one day at a time; one or two meetings a day; working the steps and by praying to God constantly. The serenity prayer became part of me, instilled and ingrained to keep me going. Almost 17 years later, I am well today. I am living a life of inner peace, serenity, and happiness; living each day loving myself, finding hope, constantly healing, and always finding a way to pay it forward. I think God wants to use me to help others where they believe they are weak; to show them their strengths, whether it be a business issue or in their personal lives. So many times I just sit and talk with others, help them weigh the odds, look at the strengths and weaknesses, and look at it from an optimistic view. People see my strengths and many times I do not even see that. I just view it as a conversation with a friend. Then several months or a year go by and I will run into them or get a phone call and they explain to me how the conversation we had changed them, how it made a difference in a circumstance they were dealing with or helped them in some other way. I think it all goes back to my recovery and how I was always determined to prevail and succeed when many thought I would fail. What a great life sobriety and getting well has awarded me. My daughter was two when I went into rehab. Wow, the journey I have taken to get to where I am today. What a great life I have been blessed with – an amazing daughter, a loving family and the most cherished of friends. All this would not be possible without surrendering those short 15 and one half years ago. At the same time, overcoming the stigma of living with mental illness (a dual-diagnosis), an even greater challenge. But I DID IT! I survived – not only recovery, but life. A loved clean and sober and with mental illness, “well”, through a divorce, a few more deaths of family members (my brother, grandmother and then my dad), raising a child in a single parent home, balancing home-life with a career and staying strong; setting boundaries. Through all of that, I was able to accomplish a great number of things, such as being a fabulous mother, obtaining my degree; Bachelors in Business Administration, becoming successful in the business world with a great career, reestablishing my relationships with my family and friends, and the list goes on and on. Most of all, raising the most incredible daughter in the world! I wrote this last October on my 15th AA birthday; Recovery - it is not a place. It is a destination to be reached. It is a journey - a journey of hope, of healing and of peace. If I can share one thing with someone; it is to find that destination, even if it takes a lifetime. Find your inner peace. Learn to be happy - to love yourself again, to live again, one day at a time … so you too can pay it forward - making another’s life a little more worthwhile.

Interesting NAMI Blog Repost--Connee's Story

The Times My Anxiety Owns Me By Connee Here I am at 59. I have had a successful career in marketing and advertising, served on boards, and been a valuable volunteer for ending the stigma of mental illness. People look to me for advice and strength. I even own a firm to provide workshops about the mentally ill and teach communication techniques to law enforcement and other key groups. One Sherriff said to me “We need to stop shooting the mentally ill”. So, who knows, I may have helped save a life or two. But there are days and parts of days where my anxiety and panic owns me. It owns my physical well-being and my mind. I simply cannot shake it – no matter how many “coping mechanisms” I try. It is a living hell. The worst times for me are mornings. That is why I have to have a strong purpose to get out of bed and even then it is a battle I don’t always win. The anxiety starts upon awakening. No time to do self-talk….just anxiety or panic zero to sixty in 2 seconds. It starts with worrying…ruminating over concerns that may or may not be relevant. I bounce from money worries, to loss of sanity, to being a bad mother, to when will this feeling end and then to abject fear of life. The anxiety can quickly become a full blown panic attack. Panic is different from anxiety – I describe it as anxiety on steroids. My heart races, my mind races, irrational thoughts become more intense and with it comes a “no way out” mode. The panic attacks then own me and thoughts of suicide enter my mind. At that moment, I can’t for the life of me, think of a Plan B. I always feel like a failure when this happens. And then that dark cloud of self loathing hangs over me until bedtime. Thankfully our bodies can only handle so much adrenaline at a time so that panic can’t physically stay much longer than 45 minutes. Why do I experience anxiety and panic? There is a relatively new view of mental illness or disorder. It is called Trauma Informed Care. Instead of asking “What’s wrong with you?” the question is “What happened to you?” That is the question most of us can answer – it’s open and not judgmental. What happened to me? There are too many explanations for this length of story. But I can tell you my anxiety started at eight when I lost my grandfather. For four weeks I could not catch my breath or leave home. At age twelve I was molested by my stepfather and lost all trust in my mother. At age twenty one I became an over achiever and workaholic. I also drank to self-medicate which brought on depression. At age thirty one I married the man of my dreams. At age 44 he was killed in a car accident – leaving me with two children ages 4 and 8 with special needs, PTSD and no time to grieve. And at age 45 I experienced my first stay in a psychiatric unit. My trauma is no more painful than most people we pass by every day but I did not know that for the longest time. In fact my jaw drops when I hear others traumatic experiences. My saving grace has been “outing” my mental illness so we can talk to each other – an amazing step toward mental health. I may always live with anxiety and panic but I do hope it lessens and that I can take the reins one day. I don’t like to be owned – who does?

Adjustment

Today, I was sitting with a colleague and we were discussing Schizoaffective Disorder and the many problems it entails for the sufferer. Educated at Harvard, the fellow stated that it must be difficult to stay "normalized." I just told him that just like someone with diabetes has to take insulin and take care of their disorder, so does a person afflicted with Mental Illness needs to rest, take some anti-psychotic medication, and just all around have some adjustment to their day.