Chewing The Skin Around My Nails

Yes. I chew the skin around my fingernails. It's a stress/anxiety solution to "getting rid" of my feelings. I will chew them, sometimes, until they bleed. Especially when my anxiety levels are high. My new meds have helped with the daily chewing. I am starting to slow my roll. I am now wearing fake nails …

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A New Beginning

Some changes are coming. This is one of them. Crazy Mama Runs is now Screaming Into The Void. Many things have changed over this past year. It was time for the blog to have a new name. The site will get a redesign, but it will still be the same old me. I will still …

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A Booster for My Brain

Today was my six week check in with my doc to see where my anxiety was at. We sat down and talked about how things were, and how the additional methods I have been using to keep my anxiety under control have not been working like they have in the past. My depression has gotten …

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Is It Getting Easier?

I can't say it's getting "easier". Getting out of bed isn't a struggle. I am starting to be more involved in the things I enjoy doing. I don't feel as hopeless. I am still having issues with my anxiety. I had to buy a pill organizer thingie so I could look at it and see …

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I Was Afraid

So let's just dive in. One of the things that I am afraid of, when I go on my medication, is that I am going to "lose myself". It's part of how my brain tries to trick me into thinking I don't need the medication. In the back of mind I KNOW it won't turn …

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My Brain, The Jerk

So, here we are. I am 5 days into my dosage upgrade. It's been dizzy and sleepy. I can say now that those side effects are slowly retreating, and I am finding it a little easier to get out of bed in the morning. I am still chewing the sides of my fingernails, although not …

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Mentally Ill Mother: Mentally Ill Daughter (Or: Stop Telling Me Your Tools Are Better Than Mine)

You would think that with all of the talk around mental health and the options for treatment, that people would be a little more understanding when it comes to folks choosing the best option for them. From what I have been reading lately, this is not the case. So, once again, I am telling the …

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