Mental Health Inspiration

Coping Skills January 23, 2012 Friends I do not give into depression. Actually, I have learned through my recovery that I don’t even like to call it depression. I don’t like the word depression, nonetheless feeling it. If I have an episode it will last like three days and then I pump myself back up and keep going on. I think about positive energy and light. Negative energy be gone! Positive energy welcome! I reject those horrible feelings with empowering words and affirmations. Yes I can! I am a survivor not a victim! I will get through this. I am a beautiful strong human being. There is light in my soul. God is with me. I have found healing. These are my coping strategies. I hate it when things are dark and gloomy, why be sad when you alone have the power to transform those feelings of despair by finding the resilience of your spirit. There is life after horrible things happen, a beautiful bountiful life. God didn’t make you to be weak but to be courageous and fight. The pe...

I had an epiphany one day after a serious overdose on my medication. I had been battling depression and suicidal ideation since I was a teenager. My first suicide attempt was at the tender age of 14. My mother said she lost track of how many times I tried killing myself and my therapist said I had too much negative self-talk.   I hit rock bottom after my former boyfriend was shot and killed in the violent city of Compton, CA.   I began to abuse alcohol and self-medicate. I lost my job and apartment and was on state disability and food stamps. My friend welcomed me to her home and we shared a room. Then on one horrible night I felt as if suicide was my only escape. I overdosed on my medication at about 10pm and my roommate came home drunk at 2am. She didn’t realize what I did. I remember coming in and out of consciousness. I remember that I tried to suffocate myself with the pillow and my roommate pulling the pillow away from me.   My roommate didn’t call 911 until 7a...