Back in September, I wrote a post for Suicide Awareness Month. With May being Mental Health Awareness Month, I think this is a great opportunity to repost it for those who haven’t had the chance to read it.
September 15th, 2017: We Really Need To Talk About This.
Please know you are not alone. Many battle mental health issues and even though it may be difficult to talk about, talking makes it easier.
If you need help, please reach out to someone you trust and check out my Resources page.
Also, anyone who knows me personally knows how often I tell people that no matter our relationship, no matter how long it’s been, I’m always available and willing to listen. I extend this to my followers as well. Talking builds a healthy relationship with yourself and those around you. I am not a professional but, if you ever need someone to talk to or just listen, I’m here for you. You can send me an email at firstname.lastname@example.org. Everything will remain private unless I feel you or those around you are in potential danger.
There are some good guys in my life that I would consider dateable. Dateable by me? Nah. They’re not tall enough. Call it what you want, say what you will, but I don’t care. I prefer tall guys. I’m tall myself…I think. I’m at the weird height where I’m tall and short. Too tall for regular pants but, too short for tall pants. I’m 5’7 (5’8 every other day), and I like guys that are like at least 6 feet.
I get shit for saying I don’t date short guys. But, it’s my preference. Everyone has what they like and don’t like, mine just happens to be height. Continue reading “You Have To Be This 💁♀️ Tall To Ride This Ride”
Can I just start off by saying that I love my doctor? 🙌🏾 She’s quick, to the point, but is very attentive and actually listens to what I have to say (unlike some doctors I’ve come across through this journey).🙄
I had my yearly physical today. My doctor asked me have I seen any specialists since the last time I’ve seen her. Told her yes, a neurologist. Of course, she asked what made me go see him (my insurance doesn’t require a referral, so I didn’t have to go through her to see him). After going through the whole story, I ended it with, “and that’s how I found out I have fibromyalgia.” I told her the medication he put me on gave me terrible side effects (there were a couple but, the biggest side effect that I didn’t like was that it made my brain fog like 1000 times worse normal), so I stopped. She looked up the medication he prescribed and said: “ahhh no wonder.” 💡 Continue reading “The New Killer Drug? 🤔”