ME
ME
I am the only "me" I've got. I am unique. There are two major parts of me. There is the inside …
I'm a mom and have been an elementary art educator for 32 years.
My two children (24 and 20), my grandson, my pets (seven cats and two dogs), movies, good food, drives in the country, walks on the beach, spirituality, art museums, black and white photography, shopping at antique and thrift shops, making my home my castle.
ME
I am the only "me" I've got. I am unique. There are two major parts of me. There is the inside …
I decided that the best way for me to accomplish my goal of creating a piece of art work is to start sketching. It doesn't matter what I …
Hi Susan...sending you some flowers to start the new week off...glad you are feeling brighter...You are in my thouhts. Love, Diana.
Hi Susan! :) happy October! :) You all are in our thoughts and prayers. :) We hope and pray, that you all are well :) Halloween is coming soon! :) my little niece Kayla is coloring halloween pictures. :) We send our love, and happy pumpkin hugs, and sunny scarecrow smiles, from CT! :) love you lots my friend. :)
Hi dear just sending some love and hugs hope you are ok. jenny x
I hope that life is treating you well, lots of love and hugs, Charlie XxxxxX
Good morning Susan! How have you been lately? How's the adorable grand baby? I miss hearing from you. I understand how busy your life is too. I wanted to let you know I'm thinking about you!! Lots of love! xxxx
I have been cycling anxiety and depression all of my life. After several unsuccessful attempts at getting help in therapy, I am in treatment after a major breakdown.
I have generalized anxiety disorder. At night, I typically fall asleep for four hours, then wake up frequently until I have to get up. I worry about everything I need to do that day. I also avoid social situations whenever possible.
As a child, both of my parents believed in corporal punishment--a "spare the rod, spoil the child" philosophy of child rearing. I was beaten with belts, hairbrushes,or switches, had my hair pulled, things thrown at me, and my mouth washed out with soap. My father inflicted most of the pain, and sometimes my mother would make me wait until my father came home from work to get a whipping. The more I acted out, the more I was beaten.
I was present in the room when my father molested my sisters, but only experienced one repressed memory six years after it happened. I have always suspected that there are more memories that I cannot access. My intuition tells me that I was molested, too.
I am an adult child of an alcoholic father. My family never talked about the anger, betrayal, fear, guilt, loneliness, and shame that we lived with every day. My sisters and I were physically, emotionally, and sexually abused by my father.
I have always been shy. While my sisters were starring in high school theater productions, or playing sports, I was the quiet homebody. I always felt invisible and unpopular. I avoid social situations if at all possible, and I have no close friends. I became an art teacher because I feel safest with children.
I have been pulling my hair out for as long as I can remember. I probably pull 2-3 times a week, and I do it all over my head. I have noticed some thinning on top. Sometimes I pull my hair out when I'm watching t.v. or talking on the phone. Other times I pull when I'm concentrating on a task. When I start, I feel like I can't stop. I drive my family crazy. My mother used to pull out her hair, and my daughter pulls the hair on her eyebrows.I also bite my nails, which I've read is related.
My 23 year old daughter was recently diagnosed with emerging bipolar disorder. She refuses to take medication because she wants to start a family.
When I was six, I hid under my parents' bed while my father molested my nine year old sister. For years, two other sisters were molested and raped also, although I have been able to remember few details. Viewing sex on t.v. or at the movies brings flashbacks of the trauma.
In August 2006, my 18 year old son went away to college. I experienced extreme sadness and a profound sense of not being needed anymore. Less than a month later, my daughter got married. I continued to feel that my purpose in life was over. When my children left home, all the feelings I'd stuffed for most of my life just hit me like a tidal wave. I had a difficult time coping with life, and became severely depressed. I could no longer function.