Hello hello everyone.
I was having the Friday blues.
Well the working blues, people are grouchy at work and expect a lot of work.

I’ve been at my corporate job over 1 year now.  My boss is looking for new employees. He has shared some of the resumes and the applications with me.  When he sees a person’s resume with lots of education and a good start with some gaps he wonders what is wrong with them. When I look at those resumes I think they look like mine or my cousin’s. He really likes me as an employee. I think sometimes people just need a chance. But I don’t reveal to him.

I’ve been at my corporate over 1 year now. My boss is looking for new employees. He has shared with me some of the resumes and the applicants.  When he sees a person with lots of education and a good start with some gaps he wonders what is wrong with them. When I look at those resumes I think they look like mine or my cousin’s. He really likes me as an employee. I think sometimes people just need a chance. But I don’t reveal to him.

Hi,

One of my goals was to write a book on how I recovered. Now I’m wondering why I would even want to expose myself to all the critism.

Hello readers,

Today I thought I would post a link to another blog I came across while I was on the mainstream news looking for other news. I was surprised to find, Whos mining the kids by  by family therapist and author Marilyn Wedge, Ph.D. I read her post: The Connection Between Big Pharma And Our Kids  Well maybe it wasn’t mainstream this blog is on the Huffington Post, but I came across it while suffering for mainstream news. In the post she talks about the media’s effect on children and how it is transforming them to addicted consumers.

She is interviews f Joel Bakan about new book, “Childhood Under Siege: How Big Business Targets Children”  and asks him about the about chapter title Prescription for Profit.

 

I’m glad the word is getting out the mainstream public. Maybe someday I will have the courage to tell my story to the mainstream public.

Yesterday my husband and I visited the tax man. We filed an extention on our taxes, so now we are doing them in October.
Two years ago I felt like I had to explain to man who prepares our taxes why I was on disability. I was on in 2010 too, but not 2011.
I told him he was one of two people in this town who knew I was on disability because I never told anyone because of the stigma involved.
He said he understands about stigma because he wife is a social worker and that with the right meds I would be okay. My husband and I just sat there. Neither one of us told him that weaning off the means is what has enabled me to have a more “productful” life. (Productful according to the Urban Dictionary means: “Fully realizing the utmost capacity of productivness. Acheiving with success one’s abilities.”  or  “When you’re so productive you start creating your own words for how much work you’re getting done.”

There’s no way in Hell I’d have the job I have now if I was on psych meds.  (Time to make a donation to MindFreedom methinks.)

Oh boy, what to do when your friends are your enemies.

Hi,
I know I should be writing more than I do. There is a lot to tell. I’m just too scared that if I tell too much of it that I will be found out.
I’ve become my own best friend.
My job is stressful although many people think it is a fun job. Others want me to be happy. They ask me if I like my new job. I say I really miss my old job.

I have a constant ache in my left shoulder. It is related to stress. I miss my life 20 years ago…..the good parts certainly not the bad parts…the parts that made me go to a doctor and ask for pills.
Sometimes I think that God has plans for me. And then I wonder if a psych-doc heard me say that if he would say I have grandiose ideas.

I miss the time that I had a a little girl and a husband I really loved and felt close to. Now my little girl is all grown up. I think the only thing my current husband and I have in common is our commitment to escape the hellhole of psych drugs and psych diagnoses.
He doesn’t’ really seem to be that “into’ me. I am unable to tell him I love him. Yet we live a life of incognito together hiding our psych diagnoses. It seems better than living alone and in poverty. I just wish he had more of a sex drive. I think about finding someone to love me all the time…or should I say, someone to make love to me. I am a HWP and told by many that I am pretty. I just don’t know why he doesn’t initiate intimacy more often.

Well, I did something I never thought I would do. I accidentally “outed” another person. I said in writing that this person had a mental illness. They were furious with me. I can’t beleive that I did that. I didin’t have the guts to tell the person. I really know how you feel becuase I have one too!

Well, I’m still working at my “real world” job. I’m kinda proud of myself. But I’m full of tension. My back has knots in it.

http://www.democracynow.org/2011/5/30/dr_gabor_mat_on_the_stress

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