I feel that you can’t do much about your mental health. You take your pills your doctor has prescribed. You see your psychologist. I do what I’m supposed to do. I don’t feel it helps with anything actually but I have to trust the professionals. I think I would feel even more ill if I didn’t do what they tell me to. That’s why I do what they tell me.
I’m convinced you can do something when it comes to the physical side though. My advice is to do what ever makes you feel good. If it doesn’t hurt anyone do it. My favorite thing is to treat myself to cake and food I love. I don’t like to cook but when I make something I try to cook my favorite food. I also like to buy cakes, candy and everything I find delicious. I don’t drink alcohol or smoke. I try to eat healthy but it’s not funny never treating yourself to anything.
The bread “departement” in the grocery store I buy the main part of my food in has lots of delicious treats. They have bread of course but it’s the sweet treats that interests me. I feel my depression getting less painful when I look and smell all the cakes and candy. I often buy lots of different cakes to have many sweets to choose from at home. I don’t over eat or anything but a piece of cake a day makes everything better.
I’m that type of person that cook just because I have to. I’m the one in the household that find making dinner fine but nothing more than that. The rest of the family finds it painful, in lack of a better word. I’m also that type of person that walks around aimlessly in grocery stores without any idea what to buy. I never have any idea or get any idea of what to buy. I look at shelves of food but all I see is nothing. I don’t like to cook and all the food screams “takes too long to cook” or “to make that I have to buy lots of another ingredients”. I often find myself buying processed food like ready made meatballs.
Today I made an effort and actually made dinner from scratch. It’s very simple to make. Spaghetti bolognese. The ingredients I use in my bolognese are of course pasta. For the sauce I mix minced meat, tomatoe puree, onions, milk, whipping cream and spices.
I know it’s not a fancy dinner but for all of you struggling with what to cook it’s an idea for what to make. I don’t like raw vegetables and I serve my dinner with fruit instead. This is kiwi fruit. I think lots of fruits are delicious. I need some vitamine C to go with my dinner.
I would like to take a moment and write about the president inaugurallition. Is that right, inaugurallition? I’m all for Biden. You go man. Lady Gaga did a beautiful job singing the american national anthem. The high notes were perfect. We joked that she would come out in nothing but underwear making it into a big show like she usually does. Then Biden and his nearest friends would get heart attacks.
You saw Biden and his inner circle of friends and also his fellow politician colleagues. They look like people living in a retirement home having a field day. I don’t mind Biden and lots of polititians respectable age but this was fun. One former politicioner looked like he was sleeping. Many walked like they could use a walking stick.
There was a man who had one of the more important job this day. He sanitized the lectern where the speaches was being held. After every speaker he appeared from now here cleaning the lectern surface.
Biden doesn’t have a little to correct in USA from now on. He must heal not just USA but also heal the view the rest of the world has on the country. He is the right man.
I think it’s right to tell you why I was hospitalized. I had to put Kajsa, my dog, down. She was severely ill and there was nothing else to do. She was sick for a long time. At the end she was in and out of veterinary clinics where she spend days getting emergency care. She had problems with her intestines. Chronic inflammation. They did tests on her and found she had inflammation in her bowls. We tried medicins but they didn’t make it better if anything it got worse. She puked or had diarrea.
Kajsa was sick the main part of her life however the older she got her illness got worse. The last year she was seriously ill but I couldn’t even think the thought she had to be put down. I couldn’t think of myself without her. Some months ago I had to let her go. To keep her alive cause I didn’t want to loose her would have been abuse considering the state she was in. I cried for days before I went to the vet. It was unbearable the whole thing. The day we went to the vet I felt the worst pain I have ever felt. Everything in me screamed ‘don’ t do it’ but I had to. She fell a sleep on my knee. The vet gave her an overdose of what it is they give them. She was gone. I screamed and cried and didn’t want to leave her. That evening I cried the whole time. I didn’t want to live. Not without Kajsa. She was my reason for living.
The next day I was emotionally exhausted. My tears fell constantly. Nothing could make me happy. I felt I needed help other wise I would have ended it all. I went to the psychiatric emergency room and got help.
I have not written anything lately. You know how bad I’ve felt. Everyone has a limit when enough is enough. My limit was crossed a while ago. I cried all the time. I didn’t eat or do much. I felt I didn’t want to be around anymore. I felt like I was slowly dying. It sounds drastic however that how it was.
This went on for a while until I felt “I need help”. I rather die than burden anyone but I felt I’m too young to leave this life already. I took a taxi to an psychiatric emergency room. Because of all restrictions I had to wait outside for hours before I got to talk to some nurses. I was shivering because it was that cold. I thought many times to leave because of the cold. I tried to keep warm but I felt like I would die from the cold. After these long and cold hours I got to go inside and speak to what I think was nurses. They asked me questions and I cried through it all. They got how I felt and I got to go to a warm waiting room. I had to wait for hours to see a doctor but after the wait in the cold I didn’t care. The doctor said he could have me hospitalized to help with my pain. That’s what I wanted. It was in the middle of the night by now and I was “happy” to get a room.
I have to say that being hospitalized isn’t bad at all. When you don’t have the strength to cook or do anything you get all that done for you by someone else. I was in hospital for a long time. I will write more about it but I leave it for now. If you wondered where I’ve been now you know. I’m out of hospital talking my time to get better.
I know we all have this idea that everyone around is perfect. Especially those we pass when we’re out and about. We know how most of our family and friends are doing however everyone else seems to have a perfect life. I know that I feel like an outkast sometimes because I am sad and everyone else seem happy. I struggle not to cry at the same time as everyone laughs and have a busy life.
No one has an idea of how I feel. Everyone see me as flawless. I never look sad. I wear make up. When I tell someone of my depression they don’t know what to do. They have this picture of what mental ill persons looks like which is not right. There are those you can see suffer from illnesses however the biggest part of us looks like we feel well. I have a friend who’s more than beautiful. She’s depressed.
I’m trapped in an intense storm of emotions. Me and my therapist are dealing with what I went through as a kid. I’ve hidden it all my life. I never talked about it when it happened and I haven’t talked about it since. Me and my mom talk about it however almost never.
For many years when I was little, my mom had a boyfriend that was mentally abusing us and he was an alcoholic. No abuse is acceptable and not this as well. For those years the boyfriend was with my mom he was nothing more than a destructive plague that ruined everything. I don’t want to write much about it because I’m not where I feel good doing it. I can tell you I’m affected from it until this day.
This man is the reason to every mental illness I have. My anxiety depression OCD and social fobia is his fault. I’ve tried to get help however everyone has wanted to taget the symptoms and not the cause of them which is that man.
I’ve read your abuse stories. That made me decide breaking the silence. I’ll leave it for now.
I think a deep cleaning of the face is essential. I do it more than once a week. My skin is on the oily side and I have to unclogg my pores often. An effective cleanser can help with lots of skin problems but masks and different peeling solutions help the cleansers to do their job. I feel like a cleanser takes care of the outer surface of your skin and a deep cleanser more deeper (hence “deep” and cleanser).
I have often cho(o?)sen grain peelings before masks because masks often requires a lot of time on your face to have an effect. I know you can put it on and do things while it’s on however I want to do my deep cleaning things while I do my skin routine. I’m happy to have found a mask/peeling that takes 2 minutes and then you’re done.
NUXE Insta masque.
It comes in a jar, it’s pink. It has peeling grains in it at the same time that it’s a mask. You put it on, leave it on for 2 minutes. After that you massage it in. Rinse. Deep cleansing complete! You have soft and smooth skin after this.