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cephiedvariable:

Hey - my friend and I are planning to send a critical letter about the state of Mental Health Care in our province to the Premier and we need some help making sure that it makes an impact! Nova Scotia’s Mental Health care institution is far from comprehensive, let alone competent, with very few beds, resources and sparse coverage even for those with private health plans. Many of us who have been in and out of the system have had less than inspiring experiences coupled with a distressing lack of outpatient support or follow-up care. 

We are looking for other Nova Scotians to talk about their experiences within the system in order to present the Premier with a broader and more accurate picture of what actually goes on when mentally ill people attempt to get treatment in this province.  

While the focus of this project is on the short fallings of the system and negative experiences, if your experiences have been positive there is room for your voice as well! If you were treated well, feel free to send us a paragraph or two about what you think worked.

If you would like to contribute, please send your story to:

nsmentalhealth@hotmail.com 

Anonymity is just fine! We are not looking to attach names (unless you want to!)

If you are Nova Scotian or know that you have Nova Scotian friends who follow tumblr, please give this a signal boost! <3

abrokenfishbowl:

survivor-problems:

Hyper-vigilance.

Damn if this isn’t the truth…

When someone comes up behind me, It is like EVERY SINGLE CELL in my body is aware of their position, their movement. I freeze up and my world narrows down to nothing but them for the duration they are behind me. I can’t even breathe properly.

I keep a tally of everyone who comes into a room. I make sure I know where the exits are and I keep my distance from everyone (especially men).

I hate being touched. I make sure I keep my arms away from people and that I have enough space to fucking breathe.

I make sure I know where a weapon is. I make sure I have my cell phone near me.

And the sad part is, I don’t even think about it half the time. It really…sucks.

and if you’d asked me five minutes ago, I would have said no, ptsd wasn’t really a big part of my life any more, things are much better now.

when I was in high school, I used to tell my therapist that I was just sad, not for any particular reason, just one or two little things really. and then when I got done describing all the little things, she’d suggest that maybe they weren’t so little actually.

and now some days I feel just really tired, not for any particular reason, because there isn’t anything going on, just maybe one or two little things. and then I remember this.

I wonder how much more energy we would have, and how much more we would do, if we didn’t spend all of our time and energy - all that we have, really, our selves - preparing to be attacked again.