Grief. People say it get’s easier with time.
Honestly? I have no idea what the fuck they’re talking about.
Which is sort of why I am here writing this.
Here’s the thing:
Most people want to help you. Most people won’t know HOW to help you. So you have to be your own self advocate and yes that is hard and scary to do but I promise you it will be worth it. So if you need help, ask for it. And don’t apologize for it, either
This isn’t just a mission or outlet for me to get better, this is also a place where I want people to read what I write and gain knowledge from my experiences, etc. I want to help touch other’s hearts. I will be posting to help others through my own stories, anecdotes, and informative links. I must say that I am not a doctor, therapist, nurse, nothing of that sort…. So most of this is going to come from my heart and the important stuff, I will provide links. Obviously this is one person’s perspective, and in a world this large in a universe this vast….. Take what you will. And know that you’re not alone. Posts topics will include: mental illness, PCOS, eating disorders, sexuality, addiction, education, parenting, adoption, fostering, friendship, bullying, relationships, and many other things.
Okay, so we got that out of the way. I am adopted. I have a twin brother. I have a few very close incredible friends, and I talk to just about everyone. I am an introvert and I suffer from anxiety and depression. I also have Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome, and the hormones almost mirror a bipolar disorder type of personality/ attitude. My best friend died years ago and I am trying to grapple with the daily grief. Because it really never gets easier, but it does get better. My daughter issuper creative, artistic, and funny. We live with our hearts on our sleeves. My husband is calm, thoughtful, and assertive. He is my rock and he has saved me more than once. My family is loud and very opinionated. I have a twin brother (born together, adopted together, fraternal– yes people ask if we are identical.) and three sisters, two very loving (adoptive) parents, and 5 nieces and nephews. I am learning how to cope with them in a cohesive manner. It is not always easy, because we have very large personalities and a very large family. I met my birth family when I was 18 years old. I have a birth sister, a birth grandmother, and a birth mother, but we talk about once a year, and not all at once. Everyone is more comfortable that way, but I do love them with my whole heart. There’s not a day that goes by that I don’t think of them. (This is a topic that will come up– being adopted and how it feels, dealing with it, advice for others)
Anyway, please support me by reading this. Oh, and sorry for the cursing but yes, I cuss like a sailor and that will never change. I’m too vibrant, vulgar, and creative to not cuss, so please don’t pick on me for that.
Remember to be kind to yourself and if you or someone close to you is in serious distress or simply needs to talk to someone, please call the national suicide hotline at 1-800-273-8255.