Oh, And I’m A Mentor, Too

In rebranding the site, and especially over the last few days, I’ve been looking for the word for one who has PTSD.

And depression.

And occasional suicidal ideation.

If you search for ‘patient’ on thesaurus.com and click on ‘person being treated for a medical problem, you get all kinds of helpful suggestions that DO NOT resonate.

case
inmate
subject
sufferer
victim
convalescent
emergency
invalid
outpatient
shut-in
sick person

NOPE.

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Maybe I’m Not Listening To My Introvert Self Enough

I’m tired.

Well and truly exhausted, actually.

I got enough sleep last night. And managed to work a bit this morning, although nothing to brag about. And then I gave an Elevator Pitch workshop via Toastmasters Groningen and Connect International.

That sounds WAY more impressive than it feels upon reflection.

Have I mentioned how tired I am?

I might not make any sense right now.

I do humbly reserve the right to delete the fuck out of this post in the morning after I’ve gotten six meager hours of sleep because #TWINS like to get up at six.

Cause #GotMilk

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This Space Intentionally Left Blank

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I’m staring at a blank page.

With a blank mind.

Knowing that it’s time to write. Time to express. Time to vent.

And nothing’s coming.

Just write.

SOMETHING.

The part that kicks me in the butt. Really punches me in the throat meat.

Is that post last Saturday.

The last time I had a blank mind. The last time I didn’t know what to write. When I just let the fingers do the walking.

All’s Quiet On The Home Front

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How Was The Appointment?

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Doctor visit went fine.

I was trying to speak in Dutch cause I didn’t want to have the English / Dutch talk again.

The talk where I explain in Dutch that I’m going to talk in English because I don’t want to misunderstand because this is particularly important to me. I just spoke in Dutch right away because I didn’t want to start crying even before I got to the point.

Besides, speaking in Dutch makes me think.

Really FOCUS.

On the words.

On the translations.

And then I didn’t know the word.

I said, “wat is de werd voor ‘triggers’?”

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Yes, I Finally Called The Doctor

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I have an appointment for tomorrow morning at 0830.

But, also, I need to go pick up the prescription refill.

One of the things, one of the PROBLEMS, with moving and living in another country where you don’t know the language / customs / steps to get something done, it makes simple things that you used to do WITHOUT THINKING – it makes those things fucking hard.

For example, picking up a prescription refill.

Now that we live in a new town, I have a new doctor and a new pharmacy and since it’s a much much smaller town where everything is in Dutch, it means things are HARDER.

And when you’re struggling with mental illness, THINGS ARE ALREADY HARDER.

#FRAK

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