Losing fear

I pondered on one of the oddities of living a life filled with fear.  My counselor called it living a fear based life.  What stunned him was my reaction when we were discussing death.  As our discussion continued he was puzzled by some of my responses.  He finally stated, “You are not afraid of dying.” …

Brains lie

Hardest thing for me to accept about myself is my brain lies to me.  What I believe is the truth isn’t always true.  Another blogger shared her experience with her brain lying to her.  Her experience of contemplating suicide may be triggering for some people.  However, if suicide is starting to look reasonable, please, seek…

Why fight it?

*********Trigger alert********** The contents of this post may be triggering or disturbing for some readers.  Proceed with caution.   Today at school I challenged students to face their why.  They are writing about their career choices and I am asking them to tell why.  Why do you want to do this career?  What is your…

Prevention is key

Suicide prevention is key to survival.  Hard thing is that some people give little or no clue as to what they are thinking and feeling .  I do maintain static pages on this blog. One of them is information I learned when taking ‘Suicide prevention and Teens’ class.  Whenever I start to think my childhood…

Pin Pricks of light

I’ve put off writing this post for several days.  I wrote it in my head many times.  I am now up at 3 AM unable to sleep with the feeling, God won’t let me sleep until I get it done…FINE (Freaked out, Insecure, Neurotic, Emotional.) I continue to do research on coping with PTSD and…

The Abyss

I’m sharing different coping tools I added to my toolbox when fighting PTSD.  I hope that they help someone else, too.  Every once in awhile I need to be reminded as to why I do this.  What motivates me to keep working on sharing these ideas?  What is the driving force behind hours of reading…

Shame or Warning sign

In the comments: “I found a few people I could talk to about suicide, i.e., when I felt like I was at the end of my rope. They were level headed and accepted I was depressed. They didn’t overreact. They didn’t lecture me or shame me. They accepted my feelings while ensuring I felt valued.…