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Reviews Elsewhere – Blinded by Hope by Meg McGuire
As seen over on the Psych Central site: In her riveting memoir, Blinded by Hope: My Journey Through My Son’s Bipolar Illness and Addiction, McGuire tells the story of her son Ryan who battles bipolar, addiction and incarceration. Yet on a much larger level, McGuire exposes the messy and often heartbreaking reality of mental illness….
Sharing – Create Support Network
These are all possible, they don’t require one person to fix things, which is where I suspect many of us get stuck. We want to support a loved one, or friend, who is struggling and in need of support, but that looks like a lot, probably more than we can handle. Frankly, it is more than you can handle, that’s why we all need the larger network. It only makes sense!
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Should You Ditch Your Therapist for an App to Treat Depress Finding Sanity in Social Media While Battling Depression Know your limits, i.e. when I start feeling angry at tweets, it’s time to walk away Cyber groomers on pro Holiday Blues? Here’s How 7 Cups Digitized the Comfort of Strangers Mental health at Christmas The…
Sharing – Ten Ways Boundaries Can Change Your Life for the Better
Healthy relationships have boundaries that are respected by everyone. Even if we didn’t see that growing up we can still learn to develop boundaries.
Sharing – Pay attention to the chameleon kids
ake describes the risk of these kids growing up to be people pleasers. I’d go one further. Not only did I grow up as a people pleaser, but I also had zero sense of self. Without someone to react to and to become the person they wanted me to be, I was no one. I tell people this often but I spent more time in therapy figuring out who I am than I spent trying to process childhood trauma and that was a direct result of growing up as this chameleon kid. My entire personality was based on fitting what was needed by other people, starting with my alcoholic father and the person who sexually abused me, right through to friends and my first wife. I was what I thought they wanted me to be. When my therapist started asking about what I wanted to be, I was blank. There was nothing there.
