A glimpse of my mind

This was my experience on Saturday morning, it’s a glimpse of what PTSD is like.  I have said time and time again, it is ruthless and indiscriminatory in its nature.  I have no idea when it will decide to show its colors. People who live with this, on some level, are always bracing for it to show up. It doesn’t always. But man, when it does, it can range from mild to a doozy.

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“It’s called the mast Stephanie”

I found out Sunday that my favorite uncle passed. I felt the familiar buzzing sensation, weakness in the knees, and then nausea.  His name was Vito Speziale, and if you doubted my Italian heritage, you won’t now. The world has lost two amazing men in a matter of months, two father figures, one literal, and one who I have looked up to since I was a child. Continue reading

Bursting my bubble – the work that needs to be done in suicide awareness and lethal means safety

This past week has been hard for all of us.  17 more innocent lives lost.  It brings to the forefront arguments that have been given time and time again, some correct, some incorrect. I am not going to get into them all, but wanted to touch upon a “conversation” from today via Facebook. Continue reading

Mental Health Day

I was raised that no matter what, you push through and do what you need to do. This includes when you are feeling under the weather, which I am guilty of doing sometimes, even though I tell my patients to take care of themselves. So, you can imagine me taking time for me when I’m feeling OK and have things to do. Well, that’s what I’m doing today. Continue reading