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				<title>Recovery brings confidence, joy and peace</title>
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				by Cheryl in Virginia

As a Child, I was sexually abused and had an alcoholic parent. I was an anxious child and as I grew up I had many depressed and manic episodes throughout my life.  [More]
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				<title>Take your mental health as serious as your physical health</title>
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				by Yolanda in South Carolina 

&quot;Mental illness&quot; is not a welcoming word, and I never labeled myself as mentally ill. However, a lot of what I was dealing with did, in fact, affect my professional life, spiritual-self, and my relationship with my spouse. My schoolwork on the PhD level actually provided an open door for me to research, and get the therapy, counseling, EMDR therapy, and support group counseling services I needed.  [More]
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				<pubDate>Fri, 24 Apr 2009 18:27:00 -0400</pubDate>
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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 -0400</pubDate>
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				<title>Mother&apos;s struggle with schizophrenia weighs heavily on daughter</title>
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				by Neecee in Alabama

My mother was a very attractive woman at one time-- she almost resembled a model. Something was wrong with her thinking; it drove her and whoever came in contact with her away. I can remember when I was eleven years old and my mother accused me of going with her boyfriend and calling me names. When I was thirteen, my mother would tell us lies all the time. She would make up these bizarre stories about these children to keep us in line. It took me years to shake the majority of this thinking.  [More]
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				<pubDate>Fri, 24 Apr 2009 18:03:00 -0400</pubDate>
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				<title>Recovery Is Possible!</title>
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				by Serena in Pennsylvania 

I was 14. My home life was privileged but chaotic and negative. After a sexual assault I could tell no one about, I suffered over a year of severe depression. After I began to appear functional, I still struggled against the anxiety and depression.  [More]
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				<pubDate>Fri, 10 Apr 2009 18:56:00 -0400</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 -0400</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 -0400</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 -0400</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 -0400</pubDate>
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				<title>People with mental illness CAN recover: I am living proof..,</title>
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				by Edna in Tennessee 

My name is Edna. I am a 47-year old single mother. My two children are grown, but have lived a life of confusion with my illnesses. 
I was a happy child, with a good life. However, in my teen years I started having bouts of sadness, depression, anxiety, and loneliness...even though I had a large family and many friends.  [More]
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				<pubDate>Sat, 10 Jan 2009 01:34:00 -0400</pubDate>
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				<title>&quot;It&apos;s a battle we have to fight EVERDAY&quot;</title>
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				by Jamie in Tennessee

I&apos;m not sure when it all started, but I think I&apos;ve always dealt with depression. I just didn&apos;t always understand it. The first memory I have of it was when I was six and my grandfather died. I remember trying to hide my feelings because I thought I felt different than everyone else. I wouldn&apos;t even cry. Everyone thought I was too young for it to bother me, so I didn&apos;t let them know it did. I was always socially withdrawn because we moved around a lot, so I didn&apos;t have any friends except my sisters and brother. When I was seven, my oldest sister (who is 10 years older than me) started to molest me.  [More]
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				<pubDate>Sat, 10 Jan 2009 01:08:00 -0400</pubDate>
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				<title>&quot;I fear that I will be scorned, laughed at or not taken seriously&quot;</title>
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				by Amy in Kentucky 

I was diagnosed with severe depression at the age of 17. I can remember the day I was admitted into the hospital as if it were yesterday. It was 1992 and in hindsight it had been a downward spiral for me for a very long time! My mother at the time was married to my stepfather who had emotionally, and at times, physically abused me. My mother was mostly absent at home as she was pursuing her master&apos;s degree at night and worked full time during the day.  [More]
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				<pubDate>Sat, 10 Jan 2009 01:01:00 -0400</pubDate>
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				<title>Years of depression and struggle continue for mother</title>
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				by Florence in Arizona 

I was shy all through school until high school when I started drinking and partying with friends. That was the only way I would come out of my shell. I ran away from home at 16 because my dad was very strict and would not let me go anywhere, which left me home to take care of my other three siblings a lot. I ended up pregnant at 17 and all alone because the baby&apos;s father went to prison.  [More]
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				<pubDate>Sat, 10 Jan 2009 00:11:00 -0400</pubDate>
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				<title>If something is weighing you down, build a bridge to help you get over it</title>
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				by Rayelle in Minnesota

My mental illness has affected my life since I was around five years old. I grew up in a very violent and abusive home in Minnesota, as have a lot of my mentally ill friends. I have five siblings who grew up there with me and we all suffered the wrath of alcoholic parents who used us as punching bags. I was beaten regularly and even have memories of a sibling that was murdered in our kitchen, but no one ever talks about it or acknowledges it even happened. That caused a lot of anger and rage towards most of my direct family members, and I have cut most of them completely out of my life. That, I believe, was the healthiest thing I have ever done.  [More]
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				<pubDate>Sat, 10 Jan 2009 00:03:00 -0400</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 -0400</pubDate>
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