Quote – Sometimes the pain is too much

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I am a Mental Health Advocate for mental illness Stigma. In 2007, I created the "Living in Stigma" blog, with the purpose and anticipation of educating people about mental illness. Depression is part of this illness, which intertwines with those struggling with PTSD, chronic pain, and other invisible illnesses. I am a chronic migraine sufferer myself, and a sexual and emotional abuse survivor. My passions are writing, poetry, and art. All abuse Survivors are also Warriors.

8 thoughts on “Quote – Sometimes the pain is too much”

  1. COMPLAIN AWAY!! I find huge relief in complaining, whining, bitching, moaning etc…it’s really cathartic! If we are suffering, WHY should we suffer in silence? When someone wins the lotto, do they keep quiet?? oh maybe they do, if they’ve got greedy relatives and don’t want every charity that ever existed to call on them, but seriously, do HAPPY people not show it?? If we are in pain, SHOUT IT OUT! I do! LOL

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    1. YEAH, why not. I should write a quote on that!!! I could use your name as ‘author’! It’s true, and especially if YOU’ve won the lottery (I never have) and THEY haven’t. Are they really happy for you, no way…and they tilt their head with a phoney smile! I’m shouting from now on 🙂


      1. YAY! way to goooo!! SHOUT, SCREAM, STOMP YOUR FOOT! and I hear you about the lottery twats. No I’ve never won, but IF I did, there’s no way in HELL I’d even let the papers reveal it. Can you imagine how every stinking worm that weezled away from you when it found out you were ill, will come crawling out the woodwork? yeah, fake shitty smile, that I would SLAP off of their face, oh and then laugh, as I toss hundreds of Pound notes on the floor and warn them, that if they TOUCH one, I’ll charge them with theft! OMG, how much fun would THAT be??? Gotta win me that lotto, for that reason alone! Like ‘hi, so nice to see you again, OMG you won? I’m SO happy for you!’ Me: ‘Thanks! come in, let’s have tea or something. oh wait, hold on while I get my suitcase’…..fetch suitcase…open suitcase filled with NOTES, hard CASH, and toss them on the floor, and say LOUDLY, CHECK IT OUT! wouldn’t you love some of this shit?’ ‘them: ‘REALLY? you mean it? Jeepers I don’t know what to say! thanks!’ then as IT goes on all fours to collect cash in sweaty palms,…me: ‘If you TOUCH just ONE Pound of MY money, I’ll have you arrested!, but you can stay on all fours and apologise to me for being such an asshole just because I’m mentally ill’! hahahaha, OH God, I need to blog this NOW! No you can’t steal it. hahahaha, it’s too bloody funny, in fact I’m all warm and fuzzy thinking about it! x x x Check this space my friend! x x x

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        1. Even my narcissistic mother would be on the mooch for me, possibly hiring a private detective to find me (she’s not good with computers) even though I claimed NO CONTACT. She will give me the whole shebang of ‘look at all I’ve done for you crap…..blah, blah, blah.! My wish is to set up a fund, where I control the money (not some charity where 99% goes to admin) and it’s to be used for folks going through PTSD to pay for their therapy. I would seek out a therapist who charges on a sliding scale and give them therapy for as long as the therapist feels as though the patient feels strong enough to breathe freely.


          1. Agreed! and totes agree on the shit head family, who not only made you ILL, but couldn’t give a crap, UNTIL….LOL, you are hilarious and very kind hearted too!

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