I was moved when I read this post, at least in part triggered by the one I shared yesterday. I deeply appreciate Tig’s courage in sharing her experience and believe that every time someone has the courage to do this someone somewhere will read about it and regain hope themselves. Please click and read the full post. The more we understand the better we can help.
WARNING: this posts includes triggers about miscarriage, rape and mental illness.
Psychosis is a reaction to injury or stress …
One of the experiences I had in my twenties, and never talked about afterwards, has now come to settle in my conscious mind following a negative session with a doctor a few hours ago and then linked through reading an article by a friend during tonight’s sleepless session.
First the article; the reason I am writing about my own experience. Peter Hulme writes a blog called Everybody Means Something, and the link tonight took me to his second part of a series on the meaning of psychosis1. (I’d ignored his first post.)
Psychosis, a terrifying word. One I have always run from in relation to myself. But Peter’s word have enabled me to rethink my own experience for the first time.
I was diagnosed with a psychotic episode.
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