Got some news this week that was hard to swallow. I got denied for my disability again. Only this time the judge was nice enough to add, "Applicant alleges to have an eating disorder (yet she is obese)." I'm sorry that I don't fit society's vision of anorexia. And quite frankly, f*** that judge. My... Continue Reading →
To start off, here is a definition of Excoriation disorder by Mental Health America: Excoriation disorder (also referred to as chronic skin-picking or dermatillomania) is a mental illness related to obsessive-compulsive disorder. It is characterized by repeated picking at one’s own skin which results in skin lesions and causes significant disruption in one’s life. Individuals... Continue Reading →
It's been a long time since I wrote a post. I wish I could blame one particular event to it, but in all honesty it's been half writer's block and half my typical self. The problem I have when it comes to writing, or doing anything really, is that I lose time. I don't realize... Continue Reading →
Complete and total exhaustion have taken hold and won't let go.
TW: Anorexia/Eating Disorder
This started off being about my moods lately, but I'm so scattered mentally that it really doesn't work as any one topic. So here is an insight as to how my mind works. Welp, I'm officially swinging for the sky. My mood has been all over the place for the past week. Mopey, angry, hyper,... Continue Reading →
Sitting in therapy the other day, I learned of a fun new thing that I may have been plagued with: post-operative depression. Because, why not? When you think of it, sedatives are a depressant. Anesthesia sedates you so well that you actually keep sleeping while your insides are taken out. (Sorry for that visual if... Continue Reading →
I did it! One surgery down and two more to go. I'm a bit shocked at this hysterectomy though. To avoid TMI, let's just say I wasn't expecting to have four good-sized incisions on my stomach. And they're glued shut, no stitches, which only makes me more nervous about messing them up. I'm also sore,... Continue Reading →
Well the question as to where my moods were heading has been answered. I am low. And I hate it. I have no energy, everything hurts, but the worst part is that I can't enjoy my last couple days before surgery. I'm having a surgery tomorrow and another one four weeks later. I'm going to... Continue Reading →
I've had surgery for a hysterectomy planned for this summer for a few months, and the big day is only three days away. I'm a nervous wreck. To add to the stress, my other surgeon wants to do a mastectomy at the end of June. So, in a month. For those of you who are... Continue Reading →
Diary of a Bipolar Mommy 