Written last night... I just took melatoninI have shitton of workAnd worriesMy brother doesnt look like he is ok clearly he is struggling with something.The shirt i wore today had a hole. It was mom's i have been wearing it all the time now the stitches are dissolving.I was thinking maybe i should stay away... Continue Reading →
My most-uttered line to dad these days is… “I can’t even begin to explain what happened at work today” So that’s what I’m gonna say here. So I’m just going to share a few random pics I took this week. The first one is what inspired this post. I was this spider on my window... Continue Reading →
I’m at that point of life where there’s so much going on that you can’t even decide if it’s good or bad. So much that it takes a meltdown to feel 1% normal I’m too exhausted to even write. Had an amazing Saturday with the whole family. All 10 available members of the Mirza clan.... Continue Reading →
It takes a second to fall into a ditch. And can a decade to climb out of it. And you don't even know how long it will take to clean the dirt and when are your scars going to heal. I fell. Climbed out. Washed the dirt. And I think most of my scars are... Continue Reading →
I got goosebumps reading it, since we casually throw the term mental-breakdown way too often.
The term “mental breakdown” (or nervous breakdown) isn’t an official medical term; but it is often used to describe an acute emotional or psychological collapse. When an individual has reached a point where they are severely and persistently distraught and are unable to function at a normal level. In extreme cases one can suffer from hallucinations or “catatonic posturing” where the individual is unable to move.
Generally speaking , a nervous breakdown can follow a long period of stress that hasn’t been dealt with appropriately.
What “mental breakdown” meant for me was a complete halt to everything I ever thought I had under control. I had been diagnosed years before with depression and anxiety disorders; but had learned to live with them under the care of my doctor.
I can’t recall a singular incident that I can mark as the moment of my breakdown. Three days after my mother passed…
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I’m having a little bit of inner conflict since I resumed my journey in the corporate world. Deep down I know the answer but I have that little fear of what if I am left out…. Let me explain. I have been away from the public eye for the last 5 to 6 years at... Continue Reading →
Just came to share untouched picture of this pretty leaf i just took. Not perfect, but pretty. Looks like i will be stealing little moments from the day to appriciate it. While maddenning madness of life keeps making me mad.
Mel shared her amazing daughter’s struggle with Sertraline (Zoloft).
I commend her for being such an amazing mother.
I have decided to write a documentation of the next phase of my daughters health and wellbeing plan. Withdrawal from sertraline. In preparation for this, over the last 6 months, I have researched, read and planned based on the advice and experience of those who have supported, gone or are going through withdrawal. I have done this by joining Facebook support groups. I have read some books and received advice from our bio medical naturopath and I have engaged a homeopath who is pharmaceutically trained. With the additional support of a great GP, we feel as supported and confident as we can to embark a journey which has potential for extreme side effects from withdrawal and no guaranteed positive outcome. But, as I was reminded the other day, we can never eliminate all risk, we can only prepare so much and then we have to stake the step. Just as…
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My baby sis made me an aunt to a beautiful baby boy. He is born a bit early so very tiny (kinda a small frog, dont tell my sis), but very smart and funny lol. At one point he held both my thumbs like handles of a bike and stabalized/warmed himself because he was feeling... Continue Reading →
If I say I have been struggling the last few days or weeks you all are going to be like…OMG there she goes again… But this time it wasn’t a mental struggle it was more of physical strain. Normal people eat meals. I graze all day! Everybody around me knows I can’t eat 1 big... Continue Reading →