#Postpartum Bipolar

[psychotic-tbh]

Does anyone else’s mental illness mess with their spiritual beliefs, and if so, how?

Not looking to be converted or debated. :0

[mademoisellesarcasme]

was incredibly productive today and full of energy and motivation. got so many things done.

now trying to remind myself that this isn't a bipolar manic phase, it's A Good ADHD Day.

[yourmentalhealthpal]

Exploring the spectrum of mood disorders: understanding the varied experiences and challenges individuals may face. Let's raise awareness, foster understanding, and support those navigating their mental health journey.

[starfishinthedistance]

Ah, the joys of psychology and abbreviations

[strawbrry-head]

I got triggered today by social media again. Someone I considered a friend said some ignorant, fat phobic stuff about women. I know I was included within his closed minded opinion because of my response with the other girls. It’s pretty stupid actually, the debate. Apparently you’re “manly” if you eat over 6 chicken wings.

See? Stupid, lol.

I was like, uh I can eat 10. Cause like I love wings. Some girls even said 12 w a side of fries. He’s like I can’t even eat that much that’s why y’all got big backs now.

Seeeeee? Stupid. Lmao.

So, I plan to block him and any other person I see on my “friends list” who say things that will trigger me and make me feel like a shit person and question myself. I can’t help to do that, because of the mental disorder I live with. So I must keep my sweet little brain, heart and spirit safe.

I also once had an ED so, that’s a no no.

[flannelepicurean]

Mmmmrrrrgggghhhh okay. So. I generally don't like talking about weight, when tied to health things, in general, but I feel like it's important to boost stuff like this. Because the way people talk about bodies, and weight, and fat, is absolute bullshit in general, and it reminds me a whole, whole bunch about the ways in which I've struggled with mental health issues, and the ways in which that has gone hand in hand with stuff that's affected my body, and I just....turn into a 3-D Celtic knotwork when this shit comes up.

I spent a bunch of my life being really underweight, because I was either so goddamn depressed I couldn't do more than force myself to drink three glasses of milk a day to keep my body functional on a basic level, or so buzzing with manic energy I couldn't sit still long enough to eat. I've legit collapsed and gone to the ER because of this. But people around me still made really unhelpful comments about my body, and ignored the shit I said about my mind and my emotions, and the old, "You need to JUST [insert dismissive advice here]," rolled in over and over and over.

After I had a baby, and went into severe postpartum depression and anxiety, and my OCD went into the goddamn stratosphere, and the pandemic hit and isolated us all in the house together for two fucking years, I was the heaviest I'd ever been. The BMI scale (unreliable, I knew) told me I'd tipped over the line into Obese, and I got even more depressed, but I was determined to do something about it.

And I tried. And I tried. And I tried. And it took forever. And it was extremely non-linear. And it was never enough. And I was never happy. And I just kept being super depressed.

And then I got sick.

My meds got fucked up, and I went into a bipolar episode bad enough that I had to take two fucking months off work, after trying to keep it together for six goddamn weeks while things spiraled worse and worse real fucking fast. I couldn't tolerate ANYTHING. Light. Sound. Textures...And tastes. Sugar, salt, acid, spices...all of it hit my senses like a blast of rock salt from a shotgun. Like a medieval peasant being killed by a Sour Skittle, if I tried even the blandest tomato sauce. And it made me want to throw fists. And I couldn't sit still.

More than a year ago, and I still can't deal with a lot of flavors, and I still can't eat more than two fists' worth of food at a go, so I gotta just eat like seven small meals a day and a few snacks here and there. I eat on a hobbit schedule.

I lost weight. Got back down to numbers on the scale I hadn't seen in decades, that had been "target" and "goal" and a fucking dream of the future, when I was actually trying. And I felt like shit. People in my life tell me things like, "Well, eating that way is actually healthier! Spacing it out is better for you! Oh, it's great that you don't really eat sugar anymore!" And it makes me want to scream, because it feels like that, "Well, that trauma made you stronger!" bullshit.

And you know what? I'm still sick. There are a bunch of mystery fucking problems going on with my body and my mind. And I've been eating "right," more than ever before. I've been taking in way more fruits and vegetables and whole grains and complex carbs. I drink a cup of coffee and half a glass of unsweet iced tea a day, and the rest is water. I've been exercising more than ever before. I'm steady maintaining a weight that's probably pretty "healthy" for my age and size and all that. AND I FEEL LIKE TRASH.

So like...yeah. It pisses me off when people moralize weight and fatness and food and dieting and shit, and dismiss and discount and demonize all the complex realities that actually go into what human bodies look like and how they work. And it may be a privileged thing to say, and I will fully acknowledge that, but having anyone applaud a weight loss that came out of this much suffering, even after I fucking explain that shit to them, burns me up. Not just because of what it means to me and reflects about my experience, but because of the attitude it reflects for the whole subject in general. That something that painful, that traumatic, is an acceptable price to pay, an acceptable way to get to a new baseline.

Fucking awful.

Just found out that the dietary calorie is still measured by burning food in a "bomb calorimeter" and then measuring the heat produced. There's no solid evidence that this method is at all equivalent to how our bodies process food (an entirely different chemical process from combustion), the accuracy of this system has been disputed for as long as it's existed, and there are no available alternatives

There are 4800 calories in a kilogram of dry sawdust even though wood is completely indigestible to humans, because calories don't measure nutritional value, just how well something burns

Nutritional "science" is pure bullshit

[georgiasedify]

Depression

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[mentalhealth11blog]

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[witchee1014]

Moms' need for mental health help

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Welcome, fellow moms! As a mother, you wear many hats: caregiver, chef, teacher, referee, and sometimes even superhero. But amidst all the chaos and demands of motherhood, it’s easy to forget to take care of yourself. And when you add mental health issues to the mix, things can get even more challenging. As someone who’s struggled with anxiety and depression myself, I know firsthand how…

[psychotic-tbh]

Things I’ve Learned as a Disabled Person

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You did not commit a crime simply by being mentally ill or disabled!

You are not wasting anyone’s time or energy by simply existing as a mentally ill or disabled individual!

Please surround yourselves with love, support, and positivity whenever you find the opportunity!

You deserve compassion regardless of your symptoms or experiences!

You are not a monster or an abuser for being disabled or mentally ill!

You can and will find people who love and understand you, or at least try to understand to the best of their ability.

You can and will find people who support you, regardless of what that support looks like!

You do not have to need the same types of support as others. As long as you do what is best for you, that’s all that matters.

At the same time, it’s okay to need accommodations, no matter the type!

You can always work towards coexisting with others, and I hope that you will be surrounded by those who do the same for you!

You do not have to stretch yourself thin and overextend yourself to make others happy!

It’s okay to advocate for yourself! And, if you cannot do this because of your mental illness or disability, it’s okay to allow someone with your best interest in mind to advocate for you!

While you don’t need to force it (and it probably helps more not to force it), please hold onto the hope that things will not always be at their worst!

If it helps you and isn’t hurting anyone, it is nothing to be ashamed of!

Finding support is huge! It doesn’t have to be folks in your immediate area, online support is acceptable as well! What matters is that we are uplifting and supporting each other and ourselves.

There are so many things I’ve learned as a disabled person. I hope to learn many more

Please feel free to share what you’ve learned as well, or please share if you found any of this helpful! /not forced

[designgraphicruby]

From darkness to light: Real stories of depression recovery.

[whatsoriginalanyways]

shut down mechanisms on swole when doing too much is in the air 🫥 im guilty ,disassociating like a mf ✌🏾✈️ & no you can't come 😹

[schizopositivity]

re: that one thing you reblogged wdym "borderline" and "other people who experience psychosis" are you telling me that might be it?? next someone will reveal i got hallucinations because of ADHD

Psychosis can be caused by many different things.

Mental illnesses/mental health issues that can have psychotic features are schizophrenia, schizoaffective disorder, schizophreniform disorder, delusional disorder, brief psychotic disorder, bipolar disorder, depression, PTSD, and postpartum psychosis.

But you can have psychosis that is not a part of a mental illness at all. It can be caused by physical conditions like brain injury, brain tumors, dementia, HIV, Parkinson's disease, Huntington's disease, stroke and fevers.

Other things that can cause psychosis are drugs, certain medications, sleep deprivation, trauma and stress. It's also possible to hallucinate while you are falling asleep and waking up (hypnagogic hallucinations and hypnopompic hallucinations).

Psychosis can be chronic and part of a disorder (like schizophrenia). Psychosis can also be brief, and is called a psychotic episode. You can also have psychotic symptoms without having it be disordered if it is rare, not harmful or not impacting your life.

[princesssarisa]

While looking for illustrations of John Brooke from Little Women today, I came across an article with the thesis that in Part II, John has PTSD from fighting in the Civil War, and that this is the "real" reason for the rough patches in his marriage to Meg.

I don't want to fully dismiss that headcanon. John goes to war for a year, after all, and then is wounded badly enough to be discharged. What he goes through could easily create PTSD. Besides, this is only the latest of several mental health headcanons I've read about the characters in Little Women: others include "Meg has postpartum depression after the twins are born," "Jo has ADHD or moderate bipolar disorder," and "Beth has autism, and/or Social Anxiety Disoder, and/or anorexia." Some of these I buy more easily than others, but I never mind seeing them suggested.

But at the same time, the author's support for the thesis consisted of painting all of John's behavior in Part II, and both Meg and Marmee's reactions to him, in the worst possible light. They accuse him of "insensitively" laughing at Meg about the jelly, "sulking" when she spends money beyond their means, "neglecting her" after the twins are born, etc. And they interpret Meg's eagerness to please him and fear of disappointing him, Marmee warning her about his capacity for long-lasting anger, and her anxiety about leaving him alone with the babies as "This man is a potential abuser and his wife and mother-in-law both know it and are afraid of him."

IMHO, there are so many levels of wrong in all of the above!

And the more I think about it, the more I realize that using those bad-faith readings to argue that John has PTSD has a hint of ableism. The argument is basically "John is a good, likable man in Part I, but in Part II he becomes a selfish jerk of a husband whom Meg is afraid of and always placating. PTSD can explain the change." Doesn't that reading have unfortunate implications about PTSD?

[strawbrry-head]

Not a good day today. This too shall pass, I guess. It’s very tiring, these ups and downs. Only because I was triggered by my husband and friend. At this point it would be safer for me to just be alone. The people closest to me shouldn’t make me go into a downward spiral…right?

I know we are only human, but how they treat me sometimes is crazy. They lack common sense. My friend tried to baby me/son me as if I’m this helpless person that doesn’t know anything. It’s such an insult. Then my husband gets mad at me for something, where all he had to do was communicate and ask me to help him with because I can’t read minds!

I am tired. I also was dealing with mind racing and was up till 2am, only to fall asleep when the sun was beginning to rise. Only to wake up to have to help with the kids for daycare. Will I ever get a break? Just, pure happiness and peace for at least a week?