What do those letters mean?
To the educated world, they have a specific definition, but to the layman on the street they mean next to nothing.
What used to be called Shell Shock, is now known as Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, a serious condition which can make your life a living hell.
To provide a place for discussion and examination of issues regarding Mental Health.
To provide a place where personal stores may be shared.
To foster advocacy of those with mental illness, who cannot speak for themselves.
Merriam-Webster defines insidious as:
causing harm in a way that is gradual or not easily noticed
Farther down in the definition it states:
of a disease : developing so gradually as to be well established before becoming apparent
This is how I would describe Depression.
I feel like I've lost a brother.
The tragic loss of Robin Williams has hit us all quite hard. When my roommate broke the news to me, I shouted out my disbelief with a loud, "No!" Classic case of denial, as if my disbelief would make it not so.
It might seem incomprehensible to most people that such an amazing talent would resort to such a desperate act, but I would beg you all to take a biblical approach when tempted to judge the man and his final act.
Judge not, lest ye be judged.
For whom was this holiday created? Expatriated Brits.
While I do enjoy the benefits of the society that celebrates this day, and I fully respect those who wish to celebrate, I find it rather hypocritical of me to do so, being Native American.
Now, don't get your panties in a wad, I know most of you are U.S. Citizens and are very patriotic about it, but a lot of your ancestors were not, and they came here and decided to settle this seemingly unoccupied land (never mind the indigenous race that was already here.) If you think about the mindset of the British empire at that time, it was simply their standard modus operandi.
More below the orange filigree.
I am hearing impaired.
I have less than 25 percent hearing in the left ear and the right ear is declining as well, though at a slower rate. I began losing my hearing at age 18, due to a congenital condition that was exacerbated by a massive ear infection.
I didn't acknowledge the loss until years later when I was at a family gathering and found myself answering questions that my cousin was not asking. My only clue? The look on his face when I gave him my replies.
It was after that gathering that I made my way to an audiologist to look into getting a hearing aid.
I'm not sure when I understood fear for the first time. I remember being 5 years old and nearly being lured to molestation, but I wasn't scared. I became aware at that point of the evil around that will attempt, at any turn, to permeate your life.
Fear itself, though, didn't really earn my acknowledgment until I was hospitalized and told that I would be losing part of my body. Everything in my world turned upside down. I was faced with what would only be the beginning of a never ending medical nightmare.
Details don't matter here...and I wouldn't subject any of you to the gore of my ordeal anyway...I can barely stand to remember it myself.
You're driving along with your friend, maybe going out to lunch or simply going to the store. Driving is so enjoyable with a friend along, the silly conversation that is contained in the mobile bubble you both occupy. Or...should I say, it used to be.
You're having lunch with your group of friends, waiting for a late straggler, or just perusing the menu before you all order. The conversation slows to nearly nothing as the menus are put down and the iPhone, Android, iPad, KindleFire, or any other mobile texting/posting device comes out.
Jump down past the orange puffy thingamajig and read on.
A journey into the world of medicine, as a first time patient with a life threatening condition, is frightening beyond comprehension. How you handle it and the ensuing black hole of medical jargon and actions, is critical.
If you think that there will be someone there to take care of things, don't fall prey to that illusion. You can't be sure and you can't count on those closest to you to not fall apart. So, where does the responsibility lie for taking the reins?
It lies with you, my friend. Whether you like it or not.
It's difficult to explain just how I've co-existed with the world of American politics, and by co-exist I am politely saying I've ignored the whole sodding mess since I was hugely disillusioned in the year 2000.
I believed in my vote up until that year, until the blinders were ripped from my eyes by the unholy entity that is the Grand Old Party, as they used to love calling themselves. When Al Gore was defeated, and I use the term loosely, my confidence and belief in the system that was supposed to be just and balanced, was shattered beyond repair. There was nothing that could bring me out of my political coma.
Not even the election of our first black president.