tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15391395251067357.post2492329838299447966..comments2023-08-23T07:25:44.599-04:00Comments on universal grit: StigmasDenisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15462569218964784357noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15391395251067357.post-8758863563449468422011-04-26T04:09:24.302-04:002011-04-26T04:09:24.302-04:00Beautifully written Denise. I am, as always, so i...Beautifully written Denise. I am, as always, so impressed by you.christinenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15391395251067357.post-78180961662207119712011-04-17T16:38:43.472-04:002011-04-17T16:38:43.472-04:00Glad had this to read today!One of those days... T...Glad had this to read today!One of those days... Thanks!Cynthianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15391395251067357.post-7836116559141116922011-04-17T09:37:05.843-04:002011-04-17T09:37:05.843-04:00My dear Denise,
You - weak? No, honey, no.
And ...My dear Denise,<br /><br />You - weak? No, honey, no.<br /><br />And this proves it. Brava to you for cracking this egg open even wider.<br /><br />If it helps - my struggle has been life long, really. Meds? Yes, and plenty of them, tried it all. For a very long time. Now I have lots of other tools in my toolbox and use them regularly. Every day. But if I needed to, I'd go back. Meds can be a bridge to the place where you can do your work. And you are doing it. Beautifully.<br /><br />Love to you... <br /><br />And I know I am notChristahttp://www.carryitforward.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15391395251067357.post-83460244916463690542011-04-17T00:01:57.517-04:002011-04-17T00:01:57.517-04:00A year ago, I sat across the table at a restaurant...A year ago, I sat across the table at a restaurant with one of my best friends, and confessed (through tears) that I'd finally started anti-depressants. She laughed (in a caring way) and said "you & a dozen other friends!" Coming from an impressive family history of depression (incl. a sister who is bipolar), I still found it difficult to say "me too." <br /><br />Hope to see you & Lindsey soon. Cheers to all of us!Katrinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15327380080189773794noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15391395251067357.post-33743907533096118722011-04-15T19:41:38.255-04:002011-04-15T19:41:38.255-04:00Important post Denise. I admire you for sharing yo...Important post Denise. I admire you for sharing your truth. Lately, maybe through my own doing, <br />I've placed myself in a box. Mainly because I only have one child. All around (even though sometimes I may be imagining it) I feel like people are judging me. Sometimes I don't know if it is society's stigma or our own judgments that create the stigma. Thanks for this post.Rudri Bhatt Patel @ Being Rudrihttp://www.beingrudri.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15391395251067357.post-62070024245319424982011-04-15T18:47:58.612-04:002011-04-15T18:47:58.612-04:00Denise -
What a brave and beautiful post. You...Denise - <br /><br />What a brave and beautiful post. You're my new shero.<br /><br />Laurie <br />www.carearing.comLauriehttp://www.carearing.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15391395251067357.post-82271936867426820722011-04-15T16:51:29.736-04:002011-04-15T16:51:29.736-04:00Maybe it's because I'm diabetic and had to...Maybe it's because I'm diabetic and had to overcome the stigma of injecting insulin, but dealing with depression and taking meds for it is nothing. If someone has a problem with it, that's exactly what it is - their problem. Like Denise said, it's that damn DNA and there's nothin' we can do about it. I think we also need to give ourselves credit. It takes a strong person to say 'something's wrong' and to work on making it right. Depression is part of who I am. And - maybe in part because of the meds - I LIKE me!bobhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02877416004181671816noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15391395251067357.post-53064319655914569392011-04-15T12:59:38.178-04:002011-04-15T12:59:38.178-04:00You couldn't have said it better. Yes, to all ...You couldn't have said it better. Yes, to all your questions. People often say to me why are you so hard on yourself and so understanding, caring, and supportive of others. I wish I knew why ... meds and talk therapy have been my savior. Cringe as I wrote that last sentence.<br />Thanks for sharing. The more we talk the less power we give stigmas.Cynthianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15391395251067357.post-26728023476499312892011-04-15T10:15:13.559-04:002011-04-15T10:15:13.559-04:00Ladies and Gentlemen...I commend us all! We have ...Ladies and Gentlemen...I commend us all! We have all taken the steps required to live a fuller more authentic life. I have been dealing with some form of anxiety and depression for my entire life and finally after a nervous breakdown in college I took matters into my own hands and sought help. The stigma of depression has long ago escaped me (thankfully). Like I take b12 monthly to lessen my cyclical cramps, I take medication to maintain an even keel. Of course, the real me is there but when I feel sad, I feel sad in the healthy way, not the way that says I must end it all. Medication, whatever that may be, pharmaceutically based, exercise based, talk therapy etc is really just another way of employing tools so that we can become our best, authentic selves. Cast off the stigma!!!! Literally crumble last year's leaves in your hand (to signify the stigma) step outside alone, breath deeply and release the stigma/leaves into the wind. Rest assured that by acknowledging your needs, you are allowing your "shero" to stand loud and proud. Thanks for sharing and allowing this conversation to be had.MaFerronhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06187775010156225832noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15391395251067357.post-45821374277314893892011-04-15T10:12:38.933-04:002011-04-15T10:12:38.933-04:00This comment has been removed by the author.MaFerronhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06187775010156225832noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15391395251067357.post-58813831773064033302011-04-15T10:06:41.847-04:002011-04-15T10:06:41.847-04:00All sorts of mental illness -- and other illnesses...All sorts of mental illness -- and other illnesses -- run through my family too. <br />Thanks very much for sharing. <br />It's an important subject to discuss.<br />I look forward to reading more!Pam @writewrdshttp://wratwrds.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15391395251067357.post-21592908424839709642011-04-15T10:06:21.093-04:002011-04-15T10:06:21.093-04:00Brava to YOU for taking this big step. While it...Brava to YOU for taking this big step. While it's not something I can relate to, at the same time, I know what it feels like to speak honestly about your own life. To admit the things that society deems taboo because only then will we squelch archaic notions. <br /><br />I have struggled on my blog to admit to the fact that I'm not married (because of my very traditional family who might be reading and they've always assumed I was) and just recently, I came clean about the struggles my partner and I went through, where it almost destroyed our family. But the truth, when it came out, liberated me. Like a weight was lifted off my shoulders. <br /><br />By admitting to these, I was hoping that others in my situation will know they're not alone in their own struggles, that it's not shameful, that it's part of the experience of living and that it's OK to give voice to our pain and insecurities. Because only then will we allow ourselves the strength to move forward, and in so doing, pave the way for others to do the same.<br /><br />Denise, I applaud you for this post. Thank you for being so brave and so honest. And so you.Justinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16968048136720936198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15391395251067357.post-91487015696080295102011-04-15T09:59:40.048-04:002011-04-15T09:59:40.048-04:00Of course I know, you know I know. ALL OF THIS. Ev...Of course I know, you know I know. ALL OF THIS. Even now, six months after taken my own first tiny pill, I judge myself, I worry what it says about me. <br /><br />I'm with Lindsey, I hate it all. But the more we talk about it, the better it will hopefully be for others who struggle like us, and for those who will come after us. <br /><br />This is important stuff. And I don't just mean on the surface, I mean everything that rolls around underneath with it. It's painful, it's dark, and it's ugly. But the kinship we can find is quite beautiful. <br /><br />Thank you for being brave and for sharing. But more importantly, thank you for being MY friend all of the times I've needed it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15391395251067357.post-12304084661245969562011-04-15T09:49:34.467-04:002011-04-15T09:49:34.467-04:00Yes, yes, yes to being more gentle with others tha...Yes, yes, yes to being more gentle with others than I am to myself. Um, YES. And the stigma of depression still dogs me - I hate that I still take meds, that I fell off such a cliff after my daughter's birth, that I can't simple Get Through It. But I can't, and honest, frank posts like this one, that look unflinchingly at both the reality and the societal pressures, help so much. Merci. xoxLindseyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12909653448867538655noreply@blogger.com