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				<title>A father struggles with hard times and unemployment</title>
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				by Tony in California

My name is Anthony, and I was injured while serving in the Gulf of Oman. I served with VFA-97, on board the USS Kitty Hawk CV-63. The reason for this message is very complex, but I will try to summarize. You see, I was discharged from the Navy back in 1995 with a very small severance pay of $5000. Before deployment I met a young lady close to my base. We fell madly in love and couldn&apos;t get enough of each other. That was back in 1993. We got married and started our family.  [More]
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				<title>Don&apos;t do it alone -- use the resources you have around you,</title>
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				by Stephanie in Maine 

I suffer from a variety of things. The first is being brought up in a household totally unaware of &apos;Mental Illness&apos; and being &apos;disciplined&apos; as my father was disciplined. My grandmother on my dad&apos;s side was the first person I believed to have a problem. My father has always had a very &apos;hard&apos; way of living and was always the very first to tell us, &apos;stop crying&apos; if we were being punished.  [More]
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				<pubDate>Fri, 24 Apr 2009 18:18:00 -0500</pubDate>
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				<title>Creating art helps bring joy and relaxation</title>
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				by KM in Florida 

I guess I have been prone to PTSD since I was a child. My father had epilepsy and when his seizures became uncontrolled by medication, he was unable to drive (and subsequently our family suffered financial devastation). My mother decided to divorce him, saying she was only going to date a man with a Mercedes. I stayed with my father and my younger brother went with my mother. I was only 13.  [More]
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				<pubDate>Fri, 24 Apr 2009 17:27:00 -0500</pubDate>
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				<title>Overcoming depression and accepting things one can not change</title>
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				by Karen in Wisconsin

I am 30 years old, married, with one son. We are a happy family, but I still struggle from time to time with mental illness. It&apos;s something that runs in my family - my grandmother was one of the most severe cases, and had multiple suicide attempts; my grandfather committed suicide when he was 82.  [More]
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				<pubDate>Fri, 24 Apr 2009 13:20:00 -0500</pubDate>
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				<title>Know that there is light at the end of the tunnel</title>
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				by Jeanne in North Carolina 

I lived, or should I say, existed with depression (dysthymia) for over 30 years. I know that my depression started as a child, though no one ever considered this possible back then. We moved a lot when I was a child, so starting new schools didn&apos;t help. My mother was very angry back then and often took it out on me. This, plus no friends led to a lonely childhood.  [More]
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				<pubDate>Fri, 10 Apr 2009 18:50:00 -0500</pubDate>
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				<title>Writing -- the best therapy and it&apos;s free</title>
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				by Deborah in California

From childhood, I vividly remember sitting on top of my shoes inside of the closet, as I hid away and cried. I would cry for hours, if no one caught me and yelled at me to stop. Sadness was my existence; I did not have the words to articulate my experience. Almost every day, I went through an inexplicable pain; not only did I suffer with depression, but also I was being sexually abused, and I did not have the words to voice my experience. Living in a small, rural town during the 70&apos;s meant that family secrets prevailed. A book about molestation did not exist in the town library.  [More]
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				<pubDate>Fri, 10 Apr 2009 18:45:00 -0500</pubDate>
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				<title>Support needed:  do not want to feel vulnerable and helpless anymore</title>
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				by Kimberly in Florida 

I was 8 years old when I had my first panic attack. I was so scared and thought that I was going to die. My mom reassured me that everyone had them. None of my friends were having panic attics nor were they being mentally and physically abused by their dads. As I got older, I became more overwhelmed. I think the only reason I kept it together was because I was so afraid of my dad.  [More]
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				<pubDate>Fri, 10 Apr 2009 18:32:00 -0500</pubDate>
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				<title>A bereaved parent learns to cope and reaches out to others who have lost a child</title>
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				by Charlotte in Kentucky

Even though I had only a high school education, I was very fortunate to find a career that I loved. I got a divorce when my son was six-months-old and for 20 years held down two jobs simultaneously as a court reporter and legal assistant. I also did some fashion modeling and TV commercials.  [More]
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				<pubDate>Fri, 10 Apr 2009 18:14:00 -0500</pubDate>
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				<title>Fed up with mistreatment, neglect, misdiagnosis, and lack of employment</title>
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				by Jerie in Georgia 

Hello my name is Jerie. I am presently residing in Georgia undergoing the stigma, labeling, and misdiagnosing of Mental Illness as a result of one call over twenty years ago. I have been in and out of ER, hospitals, mental health facilities.  I am out of work, involved in criminal abuse, and medical abuse. I am improperly medicated, and kept from providing for my family, church, and normal life for over half of my life thus far.  [More]
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				<pubDate>Fri, 10 Apr 2009 18:09:00 -0500</pubDate>
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				<title>Carrying a Torch of Hope</title>
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				by Michelle in Virginia

Mental illness has affected my life in that it has changed it forever. The things I aspired to do before I got ill have been hard to achieve. I always have a tougher obstacle to climb than others. Sometimes life seems so impossible and other times it seems too easy, until I crash.  [More]
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				<pubDate>Tue, 10 Feb 2009 19:09:00 -0500</pubDate>
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				<title>I live in a world where time doesn&apos;t exist</title>
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				by Cierra in Colorado

I have been fearful, sad, and anxious as far back into my life as I can remember. It created social problems, family problems, and isolation/loneliness. The first time I started thinking about suicide, I was 10 years old. I didn&apos;t know anyone in the whole world that felt that way.  [More]
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				<pubDate>Sat, 10 Jan 2009 01:28:00 -0500</pubDate>
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				<title>I never realized how wonderful healing could be</title>
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				by Jodi in Ohio

My name is Jodi. I live in Ohio and I have been married to my husband, Matt for 13 years, and I have two wonderful children, Alex, age 9 and Meghan age 7. Here is my story: It was Thursday, September 23rd, 1999. I had very high expectations of the birth of my son. I dreamt of a perfect natural birth with no medication, and no complications. I went to childbirth education classes and I knew what was supposed to happen. I had no idea what was in store for me. Several hours after my water broke, there was still no progress. So the resident doctor gave me Pitocin to speed things up. An hour later I was in a lot of pain.  [More]
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				<pubDate>Sat, 10 Jan 2009 01:22:00 -0500</pubDate>
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				<title>Changes made in life for son&apos;s sake</title>
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				by Kathleen in Florida

I was molested sexually by my father, who murdered my mother when I was four and my brother was five. Yes, we witnessed it, but I just remembered all the details in the past two years. The molestation continued all my life. I was forced to choose between my father or a physically abusive boy friend at the age of 13.  [More]
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				<pubDate>Fri, 09 Jan 2009 23:53:00 -0500</pubDate>
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				<title>Mental illness is not a personal illness it affects everyone close to that person</title>
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				by Louise in Nevada

I was in high school when I first remember thinking that killing myself would solve my problems. Back then, I had never heard of depression or even knew mental illness was anything other than what was shown in the movies.  [More]
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				<pubDate>Mon, 15 Dec 2008 01:24:00 -0500</pubDate>
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				<title>Working through loss, trauma and abuse</title>
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				by Lisa in Maryland

I was nine years old when PTSD began to affect my life. I always thought the way I reacted to situations was just my personality or a character flaw. I was 40 years old when a therapist put a name to what I was feeling. I had seen two other therapists in my life but never really opened up until the third one. 
I look back at the failed relationships, disappointment, never feeling like I&apos;ve connected with anyone, and never trusting anyone. It is obvious now after 30 years, PTSD was ruling me.  [More]
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				<pubDate>Mon, 15 Dec 2008 00:56:00 -0500</pubDate>
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