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DOHMH Office of Consumer Affairs Annual Wellness Fair
DOHMH Office of Consumer Affairs Annual
Wellness Fair
On September 11th, 2015 the
Department of Health and Mental Hygiene's (DOHMH) Office of Consumer
Affairs ran a Wellness Fair from 10AM to 4PM in Harlem. Wellness is
defined as “the state or condition of being in good physical and
mental health.” In the spirit of that definition, the Wellness Fair
hosted workshops on self-care, nutrition, relationships, a trip to
the farmer's market with free health-bucks to purchase good food, HIV
prevention and yoga. Lots of useful information was available to
collect from the many and varied information tables, all
wellness-related. At the fair, one could get a blood-sugar screening,
blood pressure exam and weigh-in to determine body-mass index. A
tasty and nutritious lunch was provided and a raffle was held at the
end of the day for various expensive items of joy. You went home with
a bag full of good things, useful information
on wellness and an attractive tee-shirt. The hope is that you apply
what you learned to enhance the wellness in your daily life. The
fair is always on the Friday before SAMSHA wellness week or the third
week in September.
If you want to be alerted on events from the Office of
Consumer Affairs then email oca@health.nyc.gov
and ask to be put on their list serve.
Ward Stories: Poetry
Ward Stories
Organized by Dan Frey, Editor in Chief
Four poets are featured in the winter 2016 edition of Ward Stories: Nigel, Bonnieblue, J. Cloven and Jeffrey V. Perry. “Wonderland in the Asylum” is both trippy and frightening, especially if you have ever been inside psychosis. I know at times it can seem like the greatest escape. “My Journey” will make you repeat to yourself its repetitive chorus, so be warned. Everyone should have an admirer like J. Cloven in “August.” And lastly, Jeffrey V. Perry, a senior employee of our parent organization, Baltic Street AEH, asserts that the peer movement in mental health has come a long way. Many people working in the mental health field are “Angels Now at War,” fighting for the rights of their peers who have been diagnosed with severe mental illness.
Wonderland And The Asylum
By Nigel
I want to visit Wonderland again
I want to see The Mad Hatter
And say hello to the March Hare
I want to watch the Cheshire Cat disappear
But I am locked away in the Asylum
They say all these things are part of my illness
The imaginings of a disturbed mind
They give me pills to calm me
But I want to visit Wonderland again
The doctors think I am mad
They think I will always remain in the Asylum
I want to be free again
And play games with Tweedledum and Tweedledee
I even miss the screams of the Red Queen
Wonderland was a beautiful place
I know things were a little strange
But I felt happy and alive
Will you help me escape from the Asylum?
I have no friends here
My life is passing me by
Perhaps if I sleep awhile
Maybe I will find a way back to Wonderland
In my dreams I may find some peace
Please don't wake me up
I want to sleep forever and dream of Wonderland
My Journey
By Bonnieblue
My journey has been fierce
At times, it has been a battle field
I have cried and my screams piercing
Running, running, to where
Anywhere, but here
Fighting to grow, to live, to know
Being ill, treated poorly, why
Running, running, to where
Anywhere but here
Having a child to love to grow
Fighting for child to live, to play, to know
Running, running, to where
Anywhere but here
Living a lie, dying slow, hurting so
Working hard, loving job, lonely though
Running, running, to where
Anywhere but here
Losing loved ones who are dear
Heart is broken can't repair
Running, running, to where
Anywhere but here
Having two dogs love unconditionally
Wet kisses constantly
Running, running, to where
Anywhere but here
Too much clutter in my mind
Not enough space left behind
Running, running, to where
Anywhere but here........
August
By J. Cloven
it has been so long
your voice so deep
no longer at your mother's breast
i must confess
that i always wanted to see you
grow into the young man
you have become.
Memory serves me
we used to stroll you on the streets
of sun-stained Chula Vista
you were the best man
at my wedding
god bless you and your splendor
and the grace that he has brought us back together.
your name is symbolic
of a love once shared
the sun blazes on in August
August is majestic
August is grandeur
Angels Now at War
By Jeffrey V. Perry
We believe that people can help people!
One can't be trained to be compassionate!
Experiences are valuable!
First, we must recognize other people as people
This is different than those who are asked
To do just their job or do a task;
Those who were taught to don a completed skill,
We too know experiences earned are real.
We will say that we can, because we have.
And there is no theory on our behalf.
We are those who have been suppressed.
We overcame a system with success
The system did not ask for us to come.
It has been common sense we have spun from.
Systems cannot be asked to change themselves.
From out of systems we come back to help.
If you didn't know, there is a peer movement
In mental health growing that we represent.
A Peer-run Agency, started on Baltic Street,
Where, experience-based services compete.
We offer many, who are underserved,
To share their voices so they will be heard.
Because, we use a peer to peer experience-based,
We know our lives are far too great to waste.
Now Baltic Street A.E.H., Inc. employs
Through many programs, hundreds, it deploys.
With hospitals and community, it does give
Self-help, recovery, jobs, and a place to live
Baltic Street has been here almost twenty years.
It helped in the movement, peers helping peers.
Now that Mental Health Agencies are on board,
I believe the peer concept struck a chord.
Witness this day where peers have paved a way.
Now government listens to what peers say.
It has been amazing to see this swing,
One day all the angels in chorus will sing.
Organized by Dan Frey, Editor in Chief
Four poets are featured in the winter 2016 edition of Ward Stories: Nigel, Bonnieblue, J. Cloven and Jeffrey V. Perry. “Wonderland in the Asylum” is both trippy and frightening, especially if you have ever been inside psychosis. I know at times it can seem like the greatest escape. “My Journey” will make you repeat to yourself its repetitive chorus, so be warned. Everyone should have an admirer like J. Cloven in “August.” And lastly, Jeffrey V. Perry, a senior employee of our parent organization, Baltic Street AEH, asserts that the peer movement in mental health has come a long way. Many people working in the mental health field are “Angels Now at War,” fighting for the rights of their peers who have been diagnosed with severe mental illness.
Wonderland And The Asylum
By Nigel
I want to visit Wonderland again
I want to see The Mad Hatter
And say hello to the March Hare
I want to watch the Cheshire Cat disappear
But I am locked away in the Asylum
They say all these things are part of my illness
The imaginings of a disturbed mind
They give me pills to calm me
But I want to visit Wonderland again
The doctors think I am mad
They think I will always remain in the Asylum
I want to be free again
And play games with Tweedledum and Tweedledee
I even miss the screams of the Red Queen
Wonderland was a beautiful place
I know things were a little strange
But I felt happy and alive
Will you help me escape from the Asylum?
I have no friends here
My life is passing me by
Perhaps if I sleep awhile
Maybe I will find a way back to Wonderland
In my dreams I may find some peace
Please don't wake me up
I want to sleep forever and dream of Wonderland
My Journey
By Bonnieblue
My journey has been fierce
At times, it has been a battle field
I have cried and my screams piercing
Running, running, to where
Anywhere, but here
Fighting to grow, to live, to know
Being ill, treated poorly, why
Running, running, to where
Anywhere but here
Having a child to love to grow
Fighting for child to live, to play, to know
Running, running, to where
Anywhere but here
Living a lie, dying slow, hurting so
Working hard, loving job, lonely though
Running, running, to where
Anywhere but here
Losing loved ones who are dear
Heart is broken can't repair
Running, running, to where
Anywhere but here
Having two dogs love unconditionally
Wet kisses constantly
Running, running, to where
Anywhere but here
Too much clutter in my mind
Not enough space left behind
Running, running, to where
Anywhere but here........
August
By J. Cloven
it has been so long
your voice so deep
no longer at your mother's breast
i must confess
that i always wanted to see you
grow into the young man
you have become.
Memory serves me
we used to stroll you on the streets
of sun-stained Chula Vista
you were the best man
at my wedding
god bless you and your splendor
and the grace that he has brought us back together.
your name is symbolic
of a love once shared
the sun blazes on in August
August is majestic
August is grandeur
Angels Now at War
By Jeffrey V. Perry
We believe that people can help people!
One can't be trained to be compassionate!
Experiences are valuable!
First, we must recognize other people as people
This is different than those who are asked
To do just their job or do a task;
Those who were taught to don a completed skill,
We too know experiences earned are real.
We will say that we can, because we have.
And there is no theory on our behalf.
We are those who have been suppressed.
We overcame a system with success
The system did not ask for us to come.
It has been common sense we have spun from.
Systems cannot be asked to change themselves.
From out of systems we come back to help.
If you didn't know, there is a peer movement
In mental health growing that we represent.
A Peer-run Agency, started on Baltic Street,
Where, experience-based services compete.
We offer many, who are underserved,
To share their voices so they will be heard.
Because, we use a peer to peer experience-based,
We know our lives are far too great to waste.
Now Baltic Street A.E.H., Inc. employs
Through many programs, hundreds, it deploys.
With hospitals and community, it does give
Self-help, recovery, jobs, and a place to live
Baltic Street has been here almost twenty years.
It helped in the movement, peers helping peers.
Now that Mental Health Agencies are on board,
I believe the peer concept struck a chord.
Witness this day where peers have paved a way.
Now government listens to what peers say.
It has been amazing to see this swing,
One day all the angels in chorus will sing.
Even for Those Who Suffer From Schizophrenia, Life is Precious
Even
for Those Who Suffer From Schizophrenia, Life is Precious
By
Rebecca Chamaa
I
recently read an article titled “Mental illness haunts countless
Americans” from the July 14, 2015
Camas-Washougal
Post-Record,
a
state of Washington periodical, where the author said that
schizophrenia was “a fate often worse than death.” It turns out
the author’s son has schizophrenia. I was so offended by that one
statement that commenting on it seemed senseless, but if that author
really believes that, and other people really believe that, then I
need to step up and write my truth.
Schizophrenia
is hard. I win some of my battles with it and I lose some of my
battles with it, but I keep on fighting. I want to keep on fighting.
I want to keep on challenging myself to do the best I can with a
severe mental illness. I have attempted suicide twice and twice my
life was saved by complete strangers. I have no words for what those
strangers did. The words grateful and thankful will never be enough.
I
am happy to be alive. Yes, paranoia, psychosis, social anxiety and
panic attacks are difficult to live with, but have you ever seen a
sunset over the Pacific, or fallen asleep on your loved one’s
chest, or had your spouse kiss you goodbye in the morning as you can
smell the coffee they made for you still brewing?
I
could write for days about the things in my life which are worth
seeing, hearing, tasting, smelling, touching or experiencing. The
scent of jasmine can transport me back to Cairo, Egypt and the time I
spent there in school before I knew anything about schizophrenia.
It
is true that being psychotic is one of the scariest things that has
ever happened to me. It can only be described as living your most
terrifying nightmares, and it has happened to me repeatedly, and it
may happen again at any time. Even knowing that, I wouldn’t give up
a minute of the joy, love, discovery, creativity, and life that is
possible to take part in when symptoms of paranoid schizophrenia take
a rest.
I
have symptoms of my illness everyday, and some days are more than a
little difficult, but hearing people say that they think living with
schizophrenia is worse than death means that they believe there is no
value to my life.
Tell
my husband there is no value to my life. Tell my family there is no
value to my life. Tell my friends and nieces and nephews there is no
value to my life.
Just
because the author of that article doesn’t want to walk the road I
walk, doesn’t mean I don’t want to walk it. I do want to walk it.
I want to walk it with everything inside of me. I want to walk it
into old age. I want to walk it holding the hand of the man I love. I
want to walk it with a passion for all life has to offer.
I
have paranoid schizophrenia and I want to be alive as long as
possible and experience that first sip of coffee along with the
rising sun as many mornings as I am able. If you can’t understand
that, then you don’t understand people who have the courage to take
the good with the bad and keep moving in the direction of life. Life
is worth living even with a severe mental illness. Trust me, I have
one.
Pullout:
“...hearing people say that they think living with schizophrenia is
worse than death means that they believe there is no value to my
life.”
Coming Off Psychiatric Medications
Coming Off Psychiatric Medications
By Sharon Spieler
Some People in this Country Are Doing It
On January 25, 2015 Community Links sponsored a viewing of the documentary “Coming off Psych Drugs” produced and directed by Daniel Mackner, LCSW. In this film, 23 people came together for a training on how to get off psychiatric medication sensibly, gradually, and with hope and support. The people attending this training consisted of psychiatric survivors, family members, consumers, a social worker, and a therapist. Basically they were people who had already come off their psych meds, those in the process of coming off their psych meds and those thinking about coming off their psych meds as well as two professionals who believed it is possible to treat people with a psychiatric diagnosis with therapy rather than with medication.
The participants in the training actually felt they were coming to a “meeting of the minds” summit. They came for support, education, and comradery. They found what they were seeking.
So how does one actually come off psych meds? The first thing you have to do is find a psychiatrist or medical doctor willing to help safely wean you off the medication. The participants agreed that because of the medical establishment's ingrained belief that mental illness is caused by a chemical imbalance best treated with medication, it was practically impossible to find a clinician willing to do this. One girl had already found a clinician who helped her wean off her meds. When professional assistance fails, you can obtain a copy of the publication titled “Harm Reduction Guide to Coming off Psychiatric Drugs” by Will Hall and published by the Icarus Project (available online). One aspect of the training dealt with this publication. The key emphasis was on coming off the meds gradually.
So what happens when you come off your meds? People cope with “alternative wellness practices” such as meditation, healthy diet, getting enough sleep, pets, nature, peer support, journaling, exercise, meaningful work, aromatherapy, hot baths, walking, fishing, creative writing, cooking, going to museums, hobbies, swimming, star and moon gazing, acupuncture, etc.
The film's producer/director Daniel Mackner, LCSW, an invited guest, said his motive for making the film was to educate the public about alternative ways of treating mental illness. He revealed that many of those in the medical establishment believed he was being irresponsible and he received occasional threats.
Many of the participants expressed skepticism about getting off their psych meds and for good reason. One woman pointed out that the entire mental health system in our country is built on the premise that mental illness is a chemical imbalance where medication is the only way to correct it and powerful drug companies profit from that belief.
A male participant raised the issue that if you try to get off your meds you could lose your benefits, to which Mr. Mackner replied that the trick is not to tell anyone that you are tapering off your meds. Someone said that for consumers who were not medication-compliant, psychiatrists prescribed injections instead. Mr. Mackner suggested that they should show their psychiatrist that they are trustworthy and start taking pills again. Once they are on pills, they can taper off without mentioning it to the doctor.
I had three bouts with major depression: once in the 1970s, once in the 1980s, and once in the 1990s. I would have suffered less had the doctor kept me on antidepressants. There is a danger in coming off of medication. Illness can reoccur. I do not think I would risk being off of medication again.
One person, a forensic peer-specialist, did not believe that those in charge of the prison system would approve of him telling prisoners that they can come off their psychiatric meds. Mr. Mackner said that the Los Angeles prison system is the biggest mental hospital in the country and that many people receive psych meds for the first time in prison.
Participants wanted to know what supports were out there once you got off your meds. We were merely referred to YouTube and Facebook. Lastly, someone wanted to know of anyone who had successfully weaned off their meds publicly. Mr. Mackner said that most people do not share publicly if they are off psych meds; they simply go on with their lives.
Pullout: “...someone wanted to know of anyone who had successfully weaned off their meds publicly. Mr. Mackner said that most people do not share publicly if they are off psych meds; they simply go on with their lives.”
By Sharon Spieler
Some People in this Country Are Doing It
On January 25, 2015 Community Links sponsored a viewing of the documentary “Coming off Psych Drugs” produced and directed by Daniel Mackner, LCSW. In this film, 23 people came together for a training on how to get off psychiatric medication sensibly, gradually, and with hope and support. The people attending this training consisted of psychiatric survivors, family members, consumers, a social worker, and a therapist. Basically they were people who had already come off their psych meds, those in the process of coming off their psych meds and those thinking about coming off their psych meds as well as two professionals who believed it is possible to treat people with a psychiatric diagnosis with therapy rather than with medication.
The participants in the training actually felt they were coming to a “meeting of the minds” summit. They came for support, education, and comradery. They found what they were seeking.
So how does one actually come off psych meds? The first thing you have to do is find a psychiatrist or medical doctor willing to help safely wean you off the medication. The participants agreed that because of the medical establishment's ingrained belief that mental illness is caused by a chemical imbalance best treated with medication, it was practically impossible to find a clinician willing to do this. One girl had already found a clinician who helped her wean off her meds. When professional assistance fails, you can obtain a copy of the publication titled “Harm Reduction Guide to Coming off Psychiatric Drugs” by Will Hall and published by the Icarus Project (available online). One aspect of the training dealt with this publication. The key emphasis was on coming off the meds gradually.
So what happens when you come off your meds? People cope with “alternative wellness practices” such as meditation, healthy diet, getting enough sleep, pets, nature, peer support, journaling, exercise, meaningful work, aromatherapy, hot baths, walking, fishing, creative writing, cooking, going to museums, hobbies, swimming, star and moon gazing, acupuncture, etc.
The film's producer/director Daniel Mackner, LCSW, an invited guest, said his motive for making the film was to educate the public about alternative ways of treating mental illness. He revealed that many of those in the medical establishment believed he was being irresponsible and he received occasional threats.
Many of the participants expressed skepticism about getting off their psych meds and for good reason. One woman pointed out that the entire mental health system in our country is built on the premise that mental illness is a chemical imbalance where medication is the only way to correct it and powerful drug companies profit from that belief.
A male participant raised the issue that if you try to get off your meds you could lose your benefits, to which Mr. Mackner replied that the trick is not to tell anyone that you are tapering off your meds. Someone said that for consumers who were not medication-compliant, psychiatrists prescribed injections instead. Mr. Mackner suggested that they should show their psychiatrist that they are trustworthy and start taking pills again. Once they are on pills, they can taper off without mentioning it to the doctor.
I had three bouts with major depression: once in the 1970s, once in the 1980s, and once in the 1990s. I would have suffered less had the doctor kept me on antidepressants. There is a danger in coming off of medication. Illness can reoccur. I do not think I would risk being off of medication again.
One person, a forensic peer-specialist, did not believe that those in charge of the prison system would approve of him telling prisoners that they can come off their psychiatric meds. Mr. Mackner said that the Los Angeles prison system is the biggest mental hospital in the country and that many people receive psych meds for the first time in prison.
Participants wanted to know what supports were out there once you got off your meds. We were merely referred to YouTube and Facebook. Lastly, someone wanted to know of anyone who had successfully weaned off their meds publicly. Mr. Mackner said that most people do not share publicly if they are off psych meds; they simply go on with their lives.
Pullout: “...someone wanted to know of anyone who had successfully weaned off their meds publicly. Mr. Mackner said that most people do not share publicly if they are off psych meds; they simply go on with their lives.”
Op-Ed: Olmstead and Community Re-Integration
Op-Ed:
Olmstead and Community Re-Integration
By
Jeffrey V. Perry, CPRP
The
Importance of Home and Community
In
2009, the Civil Rights Division launched an aggressive effort to
enforce the Supreme Court's decision in Olmstead v. L.C., a ruling
that requires states to eliminate unnecessary segregation of persons
with disabilities and to ensure that persons with disabilities
receive services in the most integrated setting appropriate to their
needs. President Obama issued a proclamation launching the "Year
of Community Living," and has directed the Administration to
redouble enforcement efforts. The Division has responded by working
with state and local government officials, disability rights groups
and attorneys around the country, along with representatives of the
Department of Health and Human Services, to fashion an effective
nationwide program to enforce the integration mandate of the
Department's regulation implementing title II of the ADA (Americans
with Disabilities Act).
Just
how beneficial is it for people with disabilities to return to the
community in which they may have lived whether growing up, working
nearby, or visiting relatives? What is the intrinsic social value? We
have often heard the phrase, “You cannot go back home.” We live
in a society in which individuals may return to familiar, or move
into unfamiliar communities, seeking a place to call home. Despite
the real estate crunch with its fluctuating rents, anyone evaluating
a place to live needs to know something about the character of that
particular neighborhood.
Reintegrating
people with disabilities back into familiar areas is at least as
important as our value of economic development or redevelopment in
many cases. It is our personal connection to a place that influences
our social-makeup, bearing on our behavioral and overall well-being.
Where
one grew up is where they began, the place in consciousness we
commonly call “home.” Home can be a nurturing and familiar place,
as well as a traumatizing one. Somehow, still, we cling to our
adverse experiences as if they were golden. Oftentimes, trauma is
difficult to recognize, because we excuse those episodes since they
represent our only valuation of “home.” But what are some of the
values of returning to a familiar or biographic area? We might
encounter friends, people, and places we have known before. We may
rekindle old friendships and bond with former schoolmates. We will
recall places that used to stand that might have fallen into
disrepair or been replaced. And we will remember those who lived
there and have passed on.
We
share history with people, experiences, places and moments in time.
No matter how traumatic or negative those memories, they mold our
identity. It is this identity that drives us as human beings. Even
our worst experiences, because they are familiar, we internalize as
“home.” Returning to a familiar neighborhood and community may in
many cases offer us a sense of safety and security, if only as a
psychological effect. If you have ever been in a foreign country and
someone comes up to you who speaks English, you almost feel that you
have met your long lost brother. Psychologically speaking, we humans
identify with what is familiar in our lives. Recalling these
experiences, over time, and with therapeutic intervention, may lead
us to healing, growth, progress and acceptance.
On
the contrary, we may have outgrown our past, and what no longer
serves us. Perhaps, we have grown unattached to our old neighborhood.
Our memories, and past traumatic experiences are intimate, personal
and familiar, and yet we may be naturally repelled from returning to
a place. We can change our future by understanding that we do not
need to return, unless for a moment of peacemaking. We can speak out
to someone who will listen, reach out to our support system. Personal
healing begins with understanding our past and facing our fears. It
is equally important to have a good working support system that meets
our medical, psychological and residential needs.
Community
re-integration is always a new beginning that can best be successful
when done on terms that respect a person from where they are, and
meet the challenges they are open to, in order to thrive and create.
Home is the place we deserve to feel safe, secure, and express
ourselves freely. And, you don’t always have to “go back home”
to start your life anew.
Note:
Look for books by searching “Jeffrey V Perry” at www.lulu.com and
at online bookstores, like Amazon.com and www.barnesandnoble.com.
Pullout:
“Community re-integration is always a new beginning that can best
be successful when done on terms that respect a person from where
they are, and meet the challenges they are open to, in order to
thrive and create.”
The Campaign for New York/New York Housing
The Campaign for New York/New York Housing
By Nora MClaughlin and Carla Rabinowitz, Community Access, Inc.
Hundreds March for Housing for New York's Most Vulnerable
Tourists and businessmen alike could not help but tune their ears to choruses of: “Governor Cuomo hear our cries! Supportive housing saves lives!” and “What do we need?” “Housing!” “When do we need it?” “Now!”
At 11:00 a.m. on Friday, June 12, 2015, over 300 individuals gathered to march outside Governor Cuomo’s Midtown office to demand 35,000 more units of supportive housing be built throughout the state of New York over the next ten years.
The Campaign for New York/New York Housing is the fourth of its kind and aims to provide permanent housing combined with support services for mental health recipients, people who are homeless and vulnerable populations of New York (e.g. domestic violence survivors, those with HIV/AIDS and at-risk youth).
Passionate members of the community attended the rally, adorned with appropriately-decorated t-shirts and posters, to peacefully motivate change throughout New York.
Along with saving the lives of thousands of New Yorkers, the implementation of the Campaign for New York/New York’s platform would also enhance property values and save tax dollars. Based on evidence from similar initiatives in the past, it is clear that real estate values increase for properties surrounding supportive housing developments. Additionally, for each new unit of supportive housing, $10,100 in taxpayer dollars is saved yearly. “Supportive housing solves homelessness, improves neighborhoods, and saves tax dollars.”
With such documented success, supportive housing seems like a clear replacement for more traditional and expensive methods of institutionalization and/or imprisonment. However, Governor Cuomo’s proposal addressing this issue calls only for 5,000 additional units of supportive housing, in comparison to the 35,000 units the campaign demands. The governor’s proposal is not nearly sufficient in a state where currently only one in every five eligible applicants can be awarded supportive housing, and where homelessness is only on the rise.
The campaign has support from a multitude of high-profile organizations. This year’s organizer, Patrick Markee of the Coalition for the Homeless, attracted representatives from his own company to attend the event, as well as individuals from Community Access, VOCAL-NY, Housing Works, and more.
Hundreds of residents of the local homeless shelters and city supportive housing units stood with the Campaign for New York/New York Housing in an effort to improve quality of life for their own communities. There is nobody more qualified to demand change than those experiencing its absence firsthand.
At around 11:30 the rally concluded with a march across the street to a public piece of sidewalk. Participants gathered and promised to continue to fight for the passage of the Campaign for New York/New York’s platform for supportive housing. As the crowd dispersed, a sense of hope lingered.
By Nora MClaughlin and Carla Rabinowitz, Community Access, Inc.
Hundreds March for Housing for New York's Most Vulnerable
Tourists and businessmen alike could not help but tune their ears to choruses of: “Governor Cuomo hear our cries! Supportive housing saves lives!” and “What do we need?” “Housing!” “When do we need it?” “Now!”
At 11:00 a.m. on Friday, June 12, 2015, over 300 individuals gathered to march outside Governor Cuomo’s Midtown office to demand 35,000 more units of supportive housing be built throughout the state of New York over the next ten years.
The Campaign for New York/New York Housing is the fourth of its kind and aims to provide permanent housing combined with support services for mental health recipients, people who are homeless and vulnerable populations of New York (e.g. domestic violence survivors, those with HIV/AIDS and at-risk youth).
Passionate members of the community attended the rally, adorned with appropriately-decorated t-shirts and posters, to peacefully motivate change throughout New York.
Along with saving the lives of thousands of New Yorkers, the implementation of the Campaign for New York/New York’s platform would also enhance property values and save tax dollars. Based on evidence from similar initiatives in the past, it is clear that real estate values increase for properties surrounding supportive housing developments. Additionally, for each new unit of supportive housing, $10,100 in taxpayer dollars is saved yearly. “Supportive housing solves homelessness, improves neighborhoods, and saves tax dollars.”
With such documented success, supportive housing seems like a clear replacement for more traditional and expensive methods of institutionalization and/or imprisonment. However, Governor Cuomo’s proposal addressing this issue calls only for 5,000 additional units of supportive housing, in comparison to the 35,000 units the campaign demands. The governor’s proposal is not nearly sufficient in a state where currently only one in every five eligible applicants can be awarded supportive housing, and where homelessness is only on the rise.
The campaign has support from a multitude of high-profile organizations. This year’s organizer, Patrick Markee of the Coalition for the Homeless, attracted representatives from his own company to attend the event, as well as individuals from Community Access, VOCAL-NY, Housing Works, and more.
Hundreds of residents of the local homeless shelters and city supportive housing units stood with the Campaign for New York/New York Housing in an effort to improve quality of life for their own communities. There is nobody more qualified to demand change than those experiencing its absence firsthand.
At around 11:30 the rally concluded with a march across the street to a public piece of sidewalk. Participants gathered and promised to continue to fight for the passage of the Campaign for New York/New York’s platform for supportive housing. As the crowd dispersed, a sense of hope lingered.
Where Did My Brother Go?
Where Did My Brother Go?
By Nancy
Do you know that feeling when something just isn’t right? Unfortunately, I am quite familiar and have experienced it many times. Approximately nine years ago my brother Ryan was diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia at the age of seventeen. Now 26-years-old, Ryan has endured countless “psychotic breaks” or “episodes” resulting in hospital stays and more medication cocktails than I can remember. He seems to somewhat manage the disease at times, but ultimately will end up not complying with the medications his doctor has prescribed, which lands him back in the hospital.
So our family waits for the phone calls. Usually they come in the early morning hours. Sometimes Ryan is crying uncontrollably for a reason that is unclear, even to himself. Occasionally he is upset and ranting about something insignificant which (may or may not have actually) happened many years ago.
I recall one time in particular where I knew something was wrong. I could tell Ryan had not been taking his meds, but he insisted he was, so we all just went on with our day as usual. I was working at a restaurant at the time and I remember sitting on a cinder block outside the kitchen door crying because I knew there was nothing I could do to help him. I got a phone call from his friend who told me Ryan was at her house earlier that evening, but he was acting “weird’ so she asked him to leave. He never came home, so when I got off work I went looking for him.
During my search of our small town, I got a phone call from a police officer. I don’t remember his name, but he told me Ryan was arrested earlier that evening for driving while intoxicated (DWI). I told the officer I was confused because he did not drink very often. The officer stated Ryan had not been drinking, but it was obvious that he was high on some type of drug and a blood test was done to determine what was in his system. The officer then stated that Ryan parked his car in the middle of a busy highway and laid on the ground to “listen to the yellow lines.” I informed the officer of his diagnosis and asked when he would be released. The officer stated Ryan will be held overnight and he will be allowed a phone call in the morning.
Morning came and Ryan called in tears, asking me to come get him. I called our mother to let her know what was going on. We decided it would be best to take him directly to the Community Services Board (CSB) to be evaluated and transported to a psychiatric hospital. I called a bondsman and he met us at the jail. All the paperwork was filled out and Ryan was released.
He walked out looking disheveled and dirty from laying on the ground the night before. As we were driving, he was saying off-the-wall things. He thought he was a professional football player, and he told us of the game he played in last night where he was the star player. When he realized our destination was the CSB and he would be hospitalized, he became irate. He screamed at me to stop the vehicle and let him out as he beat and pounded on the dashboard. I hit the brakes and considered stopping to let him out because I was terrified of what he might do if I didn’t. From the backseat my mother quietly told me to keep driving. Ryan didn’t approve of this and he drew his fist back threatening to hit me. Thank God he didn’t because I don’t think I would ever have been able to forgive him, even given the circumstances.
We arrived at the CSB and Ryan attempted to escape multiple times. He would run down the hall charging toward the exit only to be held back by a security guard. This went on for about six hours while the staff attempted to find a hospital with an open bed. They finally found one, and two officers came to transport Ryan. Before leaving, we said our goodbyes. He hugged me and I thought he would never let go. When he pulled away I could see the fear and pain in his eyes, the demons that haunted him. All I felt in that moment was immense sorrow.
Ryan eventually came home, sedated and a little less himself. With every episode he loses a piece of who he used to be. He is no longer the spirited and charming person he once was. Ryan’s reality is not bright and shiny or inspirational, it is dark and dismal. I fear for what will become of him if this cycle continues.
Pullout: “He hugged me and I thought he would never let go. When he pulled away I could see the fear and pain in his eyes, the demons that haunted him. All I felt in that moment was immense sorrow.”
11th Annual NYC Mental Health Film Festival
11th Annual NYC Mental Health Film Festival
By Carla Rabinowitz, Advocacy Coordinator, Community Access
Bigger and Better Than Ever
Eleven years ago the NYC Mental Health Film Festival got started in a bizarre way. We were looking for a little fundraiser for a state-wide mental health advocacy organization, NYAPRS. A group of five of us were planning for a Halloween party in someone’s house in Queens, but her house had problems so we had to change plans.
Carlton Whitmore, now Director of Consumer Affairs at the Department of Health and Mental Hygiene, brought in a copy of a film festival just starting in London. He asked: “What about a mental health film festival?” I said, “Sure. I will organize it.” I had no idea what I was getting myself into. I spent days on the Internet looking for positive mental health films, roaming through the then-plentiful video stores. It was very grassroots.
Then we got a little website and a few more films, and a lot more people.
Eleven years later we took over a large theater, Village East Cinema, premiered a major motion picture, “No Letting Go,” but still kept to our grassroots nature.
All selections in the NYC Mental Health Film Festival, now paid for by Community Access, are selected by mental health recipients. Our committee of recipients views every film together. The committee of recipients selects the majority of the films.
This year we showed “Patients’ Rites,” by Issa Ibrahim. I was slightly concerned when the committee picked this film, because Issa actually killed his mom 25 years ago in a psychotic state, and the focus of our film festival is to defeat stigma. But the committee insisted we show this film of hope and survival and achievement.
“Patients’ Rites” is a collection of music videos that explore the relations of mental health recipients and violence, men and women’s relations, and relations between mental health recipients and doctors.
We were fortunate this year to also show “How To Touch A Hot Stove.” This film explores stigma from the point of view of doctors and mental health recipients. And at the last minute, John Turturro, who narrates the film, decided to join us at one of our three question and answer periods after the films. Mr. Turturro is a well-known Hollywood actor from films like “Mr. Deeds,” “Raging Bull,” various Spike Lee movies and other films.
We showed some short films including “Blind Stigma,” about the stigma surrounding mental health in communities of color.
We ended with David Granirer’s “Cracking Up.” David is a well-known comedian in Canada who fell into a severe depression many years ago. Now he teaches other mental health recipients how to perform stand-up comedy. His film, “Cracking Up,” follows the first group of mental health recipients he trained. The documentary is not a stand-up comedy film. Rather, the film depicts the lives of those in his comedy group, what it took for them to appear on stage, the ups and downs in their lives, including issues surrounding male and female relations, homelessness, suicide, and, of course, the debate over medication.
To think 11 years ago we would have reached this level of professionalism, as my film-maker cousin commented, is beyond a dream.
We have changed from an older, simple website, to a professional website. We get submissions from all over the globe, while still keeping to the grassroots mental health recipient-run nature of this event.
To submit films go to: www.mentalhealthfilmfest.nyc. To help support this event go to: www.communityaccess/donate
I am so happy we kept this event going, to create community through film where mental health recipients and film-lovers can spend a day together debunking myths and learning together while laughing and crying at great films.
Note: Carla Rabinowitz is the Advocacy Coordinator at Community Access, a 41 year old non-profit that empowers mental health recipients by providing quality housing, employment training and other recovery services.
Pullout: “I was slightly concerned...because Issa actually killed his mom 25 years ago in a psychotic state, and the focus of our film festival is to defeat stigma. But the committee insisted we show this film of hope and survival and achievement.”
MFY Legal Services, Inc. and Center for Court Innovation Partner to Preserve Affordable Housing in East Harlem
MFY
Legal Services, Inc. and Center for Court Innovation Partner to
Preserve Affordable Housing in East Harlem
By
Shafaq Khan, Staff Attorney, MFY Legal Services, Inc.
MFY
Legal Services, Inc.’s Mental Health Law Project provides free
legal services to people with mental illness who live in New York
City, including advice, brief service and full representation on a
variety of civil legal issues. The project’s focus is to help
people with mental illness continue to live and thrive in their
communities. As a result, MFY attorneys are part of the battle to
preserve affordable housing for all low-income New Yorkers.
In a recent pilot program, MFY has partnered with the Center for Court Innovation to establish a legal clinic for people with mental illness at the Harlem Community Justice Center community court in East Harlem (“HCJC”). Unlike other housing courts, HCJC is a community court aimed at preserving and empowering the East Harlem community. The court acts as a family court and housing court. It also provides community programs to reduce youth crime and improve school attendance, amongst other things.
In a recent pilot program, MFY has partnered with the Center for Court Innovation to establish a legal clinic for people with mental illness at the Harlem Community Justice Center community court in East Harlem (“HCJC”). Unlike other housing courts, HCJC is a community court aimed at preserving and empowering the East Harlem community. The court acts as a family court and housing court. It also provides community programs to reduce youth crime and improve school attendance, amongst other things.
East
Harlem is undergoing rapid gentrification. Construction of
market-rate housing is underway and some East Harlem landlords are
targeting rent-regulated apartments. Once emptied, the landlords can
rent the apartment at a higher rent. As a result, many landlords
bring baseless lawsuits with the hope that tenants do not show up to
court and then get default judgments of eviction against them, or
pressure unrepresented tenants who do appear in court into
unfavorable settlements.
Additionally,
the New York City Housing Authority (“NYCHA”) has a number of
East Harlem public housing projects and is in housing court as a
landlord, bringing nonpayment of rent cases, often based on incorrect
rent calculations. The housing court’s docket also has a number of
repairs cases brought by tenants against NYCHA. For example, tenants
file repairs cases if NYCHA fails to address bedbug infestations, or
paints over mold rather than treat the underlying condition. These
cases are important because substandard apartment conditions can
exacerbate psychiatric symptoms and/or cause physical illness.
The
HCJC provides targeted eviction prevention assistance through its
Help Center (the “HCJC Help Center” or “Center”). All New
York City housing courts have help centers for tenants. However, the
HCJC Help Center is operated by the Center for Court Innovation and
is slightly different from other help centers. It is staffed by a
dedicated team of professionals to provide tenants with additional
assistance. This additional assistance includes a center coordinator
who meets with tenants and makes referrals to appropriate agencies.
The Center also has a Human Resources Administration (“HRA”)
representative to help eligible tenants with arrears assistance.
The
idea for the legal clinic came from a realization that there was an
unmet need to assist unrepresented tenants with mental illness. Some
of these tenants receive services from an agency called Adult
Protective Services (“APS”). APS provides social services to
senior citizens and people with disabilities. When a case is referred
to APS in housing court, the tenant is evaluated by APS to determine
eligibility. APS sometimes recommends a guardian ad
litem
(“GAL”) when the tenant cannot adequately defend or protect her
rights. The GAL reviews settlement agreements, appears in court,
negotiates with landlords’ attorneys, and applies for grants to pay
arrears.
However,
the HCJC Help Center noticed that many tenants with mental illness
were never referred to APS. If they were referred, they were found
ineligible to receive services and the assistance of a GAL.
Even for those who were eligible, a GAL is not the same thing as
having an attorney. The
staff at HCJC Help Center identified this gap and therefore
established a legal clinic staffed by MFY attorneys.
An
MFY attorney meets with tenants in the East Harlem housing court
twice a month. The initiative has helped ease the stress of housing
court cases on low-income tenants with disabilities by providing
immediate and easy access to an attorney. A court-based attorney
makes it easier for tenants to stay in communication with the
attorney. A tenant can make an appointment or come by after her court
date when the details are still fresh in her mind. Clients can tell
family members, caseworkers or home health aides to drop off
documents for MFY at the Center because it is a short walk from their
home.
Additionally,
the MFY attorney can track landlords that target rent-regulated
tenants, make NYCHA tenants aware of recent lawsuits that affect
their rights, and build relationships with court personnel.
Following
is a typical example of the types of cases we see. A notorious
landlord brought a nonpayment of rent proceeding against Ms. N. Ms. N
was struggling with depressive symptoms and never showed up to court.
The landlord got a judgment and evicted her family. She requested
emergency relief from the court and got a two-week extension to pay
the arrears in order to be restored to the apartment, during which
time the landlord was prohibited from renting out Ms. N’s
apartment. The short timeframe was overwhelming, especially since Ms.
N and her three children were in a shelter and it would be difficult
for her to negotiate the various bureaucracies necessary to obtain
the back rent. She was terrified she would not regain the apartment
her family had lived in for twenty years.
Ms.
N, a NYCHA Section 8 recipient, had tried to apply for a grant from
HRA to pay the arrears. To qualify, she had to show she could afford
the rent. The
problem was that she received a NYCHA termination notice because she
had not renewed her Section 8 voucher. HRA told Ms. N that they would
not give her a grant because she could not afford the rent without a
valid Section 8 voucher.
MFY
took the case and reviewed Ms. N’s notices from NYCHA. Her Section
8 voucher was still valid because of a grace period. We provided
proof of the valid voucher and her income and applied for an HRA
grant. With our advocacy, HRA processed and approved her grant in one
business day. We also helped Ms. N renew her Section 8 voucher. Ms. N
and her family safely returned to their home.
As
the initiative progresses, MFY will continue to represent tenants
with mental illness to maintain their housing, get repairs in their
apartments, provide community trainings about relevant issues and
work with the HCJC Help Center to empower tenants with mental illness
so they may remain in their community.
Note:
The MFY legal clinic is for tenants with a mental illness who have
housing court cases in Harlem Community Justice Center. This housing
court serves tenants who reside in apartments located in 10035 and
10037, all tenants from NYCHA Projects located in 10029, and tenants
from NYCHA's rehab projects located in 10026. The Help Center should
be able to schedule appointments for legal clinic or the tenant can
drop by the Help Center in the courthouse to set up an appointment.
The Help Center phone number is 212-360-8752.
Pullout:
“The
initiative has helped...by providing immediate and easy access to an
attorney...[who] can track landlords that target rent-regulated
tenants, make NYCHA tenants aware of recent lawsuits that affect
their rights, and build relationships with court personnel.”
Applying for Medicaid Buy In for Working People with Disabilities
Applying for Medicaid Buy In for Working People
with Disabilities
By Ted Walner, Peer Advocate, Brooklyn Peer
Advocacy Center
It is very helpful to note that these days a
person with disabilities can apply for Medicaid, even if they are
working. In fact, an individual can earn in gross wages up to $59,892
per year and still get Medicaid. This could be one’s income or a
combination of benefits and gross wages. Let me walk you through the
steps one needs to take in order to benefit from the Medicaid Buy-In
for Working People with Disabilities (MBI-WPD). Please note that all
documents obtained have to be within thirty days of submission. It is
therefore important to act quickly and complete all your paperwork on
time.
First, one must complete the general Medicaid
application. The applicant must list their name and address,
household information, income, other health insurance he or she may
have, housing expenses and whether the person is disabled. For each
piece of information listed, you must provide back-up documentation.
There are other forms that have to be completed
as well. Your doctor must complete the medical report for your
disability determination. One should sign and date the general
Medicaid form after receiving the medical report. In this way, acting
in a timely fashion, everything will be dated within the thirty days
allowed.
There is also a disability questionnaire the
client must complete. In this questionnaire you supply information
about your medical condition, medical records, and information about
your employment.
Finally, the applicant must complete Supplement
‘A.’ These forms request financial information about the client,
including tax-returns and bank information. They also ask about other
assets, such as retirement accounts, stocks, bonds, or other life
insurance policies that you may have. Everything here also must be
documented. It is interesting to note that an individual can have up
to $20,000 in assets for this program. This is much more than the
$2,000 limit for people on SSI and Medicaid.
Applying for MBI-WPD is a lengthy process that
does pay off in the end. If you do receive Medicaid, you receive a
very good form of insurance. In New York one can receive dental,
psychiatric and medical coverage with Medicaid. To obtain the forms,
you can access them online by going to the Department
of Health link, https://www.health.ny.gov/health_care/medicaid/.
You can also call the Coalition Center for Rehabilitation and
Recovery at (212)
742-1600.
Get the best insurance possible for your
disability, make your life easier after all. If you're working and
disabled, Medicaid could now be a viable alternative to get adequate
coverage for your medical needs.
Book Ends: “Guide to Natural Mental Health” by William Jiang, MLS
Book Ends: “Guide to Natural Mental Health” by William Jiang, MLS
Book Review by Columnist Kurt Sass
William Jiang was the Chief Librarian of the New York State Psychiatric Institute Patient and Family Library for seven years. His experience is deftly demonstrated in his well-researched resource guide titled “Guide to Natural Mental Health.”
In this guide, Mr. Jiang cites a tremendous amount of scientific articles, as well as medical studies and research as examples of how various “natural” methods of improving one’s mental health has proven beneficial. The most frequently used sources for his information and data come from The National Institute of Mental Health, Medline Plus and the online version of the Physician’s Desk Reference.
One thing I like about Mr. Jiang’s approach towards natural treatments is that he takes a very responsible, open-minded approach. For example, he prefaces his findings by stating that “the information in the book is not intended to be used for a medical doctor’s advice.”
One may be misled by the title. Upon first glance, it would be easy to think that this is just another book hawking the miracles of the latest magic herb or pushing the wonders of a one week seminar. There is no sales pitch or wheeling-dealing going on here—just information.
Sure, there are some sections about how vitamin D, fish oil and some natural supplements have been proven beneficial in helping those with depression, bipolar disorder, and other psychiatric disorders; but much of what Mr. Jiang writes about when he uses the term “natural” has to do with topics such as exercise, meditation, significant others, eating right, pets, socialization, work, education and what he calls sleep hygiene.
Now we all know that it is better for us to get more sleep, and to exercise, be more sociable, etc. What Mr. Jiang has done for us, however, is all the leg work by answering some of the questions we have, such as: how do we know that this may really work? Has this ever been proven?
Not only does Mr. Jiang give concrete examples of how these treatments have been proven effective, he has even gone the extra step to separate them into different sections for depression, bipolar disorder, anxiety and schizophrenia. So, if you are looking for help with one particular diagnosis, it will be easy to find.
Mr. Jiang has also updated the book to include an entire section on digital addictions. In fact, Internet gaming disorder has just recently been recognized in the DSM-V.
In conclusion, I recommend this book to anyone who has ever thought that anything such as exercise, light therapy, yoga, pets, meditation, etc. may improve their mental health but has been hesitant to try one of these or similar methods because they have never seen any sort of backup proof in black and white.
Note: Guide to Natural Mental Health is available on Amazon.com. William Jiang is also the author of A Schizophrenic Will: A Story of Madness, A Story of Hope.
Book Review by Columnist Kurt Sass
William Jiang was the Chief Librarian of the New York State Psychiatric Institute Patient and Family Library for seven years. His experience is deftly demonstrated in his well-researched resource guide titled “Guide to Natural Mental Health.”
In this guide, Mr. Jiang cites a tremendous amount of scientific articles, as well as medical studies and research as examples of how various “natural” methods of improving one’s mental health has proven beneficial. The most frequently used sources for his information and data come from The National Institute of Mental Health, Medline Plus and the online version of the Physician’s Desk Reference.
One thing I like about Mr. Jiang’s approach towards natural treatments is that he takes a very responsible, open-minded approach. For example, he prefaces his findings by stating that “the information in the book is not intended to be used for a medical doctor’s advice.”
One may be misled by the title. Upon first glance, it would be easy to think that this is just another book hawking the miracles of the latest magic herb or pushing the wonders of a one week seminar. There is no sales pitch or wheeling-dealing going on here—just information.
Sure, there are some sections about how vitamin D, fish oil and some natural supplements have been proven beneficial in helping those with depression, bipolar disorder, and other psychiatric disorders; but much of what Mr. Jiang writes about when he uses the term “natural” has to do with topics such as exercise, meditation, significant others, eating right, pets, socialization, work, education and what he calls sleep hygiene.
Now we all know that it is better for us to get more sleep, and to exercise, be more sociable, etc. What Mr. Jiang has done for us, however, is all the leg work by answering some of the questions we have, such as: how do we know that this may really work? Has this ever been proven?
Not only does Mr. Jiang give concrete examples of how these treatments have been proven effective, he has even gone the extra step to separate them into different sections for depression, bipolar disorder, anxiety and schizophrenia. So, if you are looking for help with one particular diagnosis, it will be easy to find.
Mr. Jiang has also updated the book to include an entire section on digital addictions. In fact, Internet gaming disorder has just recently been recognized in the DSM-V.
In conclusion, I recommend this book to anyone who has ever thought that anything such as exercise, light therapy, yoga, pets, meditation, etc. may improve their mental health but has been hesitant to try one of these or similar methods because they have never seen any sort of backup proof in black and white.
Note: Guide to Natural Mental Health is available on Amazon.com. William Jiang is also the author of A Schizophrenic Will: A Story of Madness, A Story of Hope.
The Happy Recluse
The Happy Recluse
By Kier
My Apartment, My World,
Living with Agoraphobia
When I used to think of
the word “agoraphobic” I would automatically have this bleak
picture in my head of a person sitting alone, watching TV, cleaning
the house and chatting to her/his pets. The life of an agoraphobe was
mundane in my eyes. I didn’t think the people were bleak or
mundane, but I thought their life was that way for them. After all,
how much fun can one person have in his own apartment all the time?
Then, I suddenly became
afraid to leave my apartment. While I was afraid to step outside, I
had a lot of fun being trapped inside my apartment. I reinvented the
word “agoraphobic.” I was 23 and living in a college town in
upstate New York. There were plants and flowers growing near every
window. My walls were covered with posters of bands, art and pictures
of writers and scientists I admired. I had a spot on my wall for
favorite photojournalism photos. I also had a spot for artwork made
by friends and I owned a guitar, a clarinet, a keyboard and a drum.
Music was always being
played. My boyfriend and I owned over a thousand CDs. Bad Religion,
Joni Mitchell, The Dead Kennedy’s, Simon and Garfunkel,
Rachmaninov, Bach, Sublime, Lou Reed, Desmond Dekkar, Otis Redding,
Bjork and countless others would bring such joy to me and I never
even had to go anywhere. I studied music in college and while I was
stuck inside I taught myself how to play the guitar and the songs I
liked. I also taught my boyfriend music theory, so he could
understand the guitar better.
My apartment was filled
with books about history, philosophy, religion, politics,
anthropology, biology, anarchy, musicians, law, civil rights,
physics, art, poets, fiction and more. I was always learning and
thinking. I became an expert at just sitting and thinking. From my
small apartment I was able to learn about the world. I was able to
learn about anything I ever wanted to. My boyfriend and I would have
hour-long conversations about everything from philosophy to baseball.
I watched documentaries all the time. I needed to learn about life
and would often end up watching a documentary about something
followed by reading a book on the subject. When I watched
documentaries, I took notes in my sketchbook so I could remember what
I was learning. Just because I was afraid of life did not mean I
wanted to be stupid. At the time, if all I could do was observe and
learn, that is what I did. I learned about everything. I eventually
learned how to leave the house.
I always had a sketchbook
that I could fill up in a month. I would spend hours a day painting,
drawing or writing. I started painting. My apartment was soon filled
with paintings, brushes, empty canvases and cups of colored water
that I would knock over constantly. Painting and drawing was my
meditation. I could zone out for hours and never feel anxious when I
was painting. It was an escape, even from my apartment.
May to October was
dedicated to baseball. I was lucky enough to have a boyfriend and two
friends who also loved the Yankees. We watched every game and the
Yankees were kind enough to always make it to the post season when I
was stuck in my apartment.
I am not saying that I was
not affected hugely by my inability to leave my dwelling. It was
awful, depressing and embarrassing. I had panic attacks all the time,
even inside my apartment. I was anxious a lot of the time and I was
also very sad, but when I wasn’t sad I was in heaven, a world I had
created on my own filled with color, poetry, philosophy, music and
joy. It was a world that inspired me to go out and live in it. I
always thought that time was a curse, but I gained so much. I learned
so much. I did so much. I can never be fully regretful about that
part of my life because of what it gave me. I am lucky.
Pullout: “I learned so
much. I did so much. I can never be fully regretful about that part
of my life because of what it gave me. I am lucky.”
The Words That Hurt the Most
The
Words That Hurt the Most
By
K.
Rodgers
We
Need to Sensitize and Educate Society About Mental Illness
I
know it is coming as it has before and it will again. Those words. It
comes in many different forms—whether it is said in conversation or
typed on a social media page. It doesn't make the sting of those
words any less bearable by a true diagnosed sufferer; a diagnosed
sufferer. The words are generally fashioned like so: “I know I have
OCD (obsessive compulsive disorder) too! I have to go back and always
check to make sure I turned the curling iron off in the mornings even
though I know I checked it and I wash my hands so many times a day!”
I sometimes think it takes every ounce of my being to not educate
everyone and anyone about the real turmoil that my diagnosed illness
causes.
It is 2015 and I see no difference in the harshness of these words uttered today than a gay person would have of the phrase “you're so gay” in the 90's when it was most commonly used. The gay community has come such a long way, why must those with mental illness be left in the dust? Are we not worthy of a little dignity and respect? I could easily argue with medical findings that I did not choose this way of life just as homosexuals have argued for years that they did not choose theirs.
Since my initial diagnoses in 2008, I have become very open with my mental illness in hopes that it may help others. I am a sufferer of OCD, which in turn causes anxiety and depression. Some people who often throw these statements around may in fact actually have a true mental illness themselves. For those people I am always hoping that if my story doesn't push them to seek help, something or someone will. For those of us who have pursued the help we need, participated in hours of therapy sessions, and who have gone through a multitude of psychiatrists trying to nail down a stable medication combination, I cringe at these statements.
The effort that goes into therapy, physician appointments, medication combinations and changes, on top of all these thoughts that consume your mind, that cause you to stop your daily life to carry out so-called rituals is enough to drive anyone into a suicidal state. Oftentimes, this is followed by more hospitalizations.
It is 2015 and I see no difference in the harshness of these words uttered today than a gay person would have of the phrase “you're so gay” in the 90's when it was most commonly used. The gay community has come such a long way, why must those with mental illness be left in the dust? Are we not worthy of a little dignity and respect? I could easily argue with medical findings that I did not choose this way of life just as homosexuals have argued for years that they did not choose theirs.
Since my initial diagnoses in 2008, I have become very open with my mental illness in hopes that it may help others. I am a sufferer of OCD, which in turn causes anxiety and depression. Some people who often throw these statements around may in fact actually have a true mental illness themselves. For those people I am always hoping that if my story doesn't push them to seek help, something or someone will. For those of us who have pursued the help we need, participated in hours of therapy sessions, and who have gone through a multitude of psychiatrists trying to nail down a stable medication combination, I cringe at these statements.
The effort that goes into therapy, physician appointments, medication combinations and changes, on top of all these thoughts that consume your mind, that cause you to stop your daily life to carry out so-called rituals is enough to drive anyone into a suicidal state. Oftentimes, this is followed by more hospitalizations.
People
who are not knowledgeable about the illness, which they claim to
have, utter the words, “Suicide is a selfish act.” Clearly anyone
who ends their own life is not in a sound state of mind. Those who do
not suffer from a mental illness and have never dropped to these
depths may not understand that suicidal individuals are not thinking
of the act as selfishness but as selfless. Once the thought and plan
of suicide enters into one's head, it is very difficult to ever
forget that plan. The problem or situation that existed to push one
to those thoughts and actions may become better over time, but the
ideas or plans stick for a very long time. Perhaps their entire life.
I urge those who are true sufferers like me to try and rise above people and their ignorant words, for they do not know what they say. The uneducated and those who believe themselves mentally ill can only hold us back as a community if we allow them to. I want people to understand us. I wish the world would shine a spotlight on mental illness so that it can be accepted today as so many other things have become accepted in daily life. I believe that a huge movement by the mental health community would help foster acceptance of our conditions. However, I am also aware that there will always be people who are not willing to change their way of thinking and accept their loved ones or friends who are suffering daily.
In summary, I would like to quote a very famous person who is known for her courage and generosity and not by her sexual orientation, in hopes that one day there will be someone famous, generous, and courageous who is seen for their strengths rather than their mental illness. “Be Kind to one another,” Ellen DeGeneres.
I urge those who are true sufferers like me to try and rise above people and their ignorant words, for they do not know what they say. The uneducated and those who believe themselves mentally ill can only hold us back as a community if we allow them to. I want people to understand us. I wish the world would shine a spotlight on mental illness so that it can be accepted today as so many other things have become accepted in daily life. I believe that a huge movement by the mental health community would help foster acceptance of our conditions. However, I am also aware that there will always be people who are not willing to change their way of thinking and accept their loved ones or friends who are suffering daily.
In summary, I would like to quote a very famous person who is known for her courage and generosity and not by her sexual orientation, in hopes that one day there will be someone famous, generous, and courageous who is seen for their strengths rather than their mental illness. “Be Kind to one another,” Ellen DeGeneres.
Pullout:
“I urge those who are true sufferers like me to try and rise above
people and their ignorant words, for they do not know what they say.”
Honest, Open, Proud: On Coming Out of the Mental Illness Closet
Honest, Open, Proud: On Coming Out of the Mental Illness Closet
By Carl Blumenthal
Airing Hopes and Fears in an Atmosphere of Support
From the 18th floor of the glittering new Department of Health and Mental Hygiene (DOHMH) in Long Island City, New York’s burgeoning skyscrapers rise like so many peaks and domes of glass, steel and stone. Encased within this hermetically-sealed office tower, even if you were possessed by the proverbial “bats in your belfry,” no one outside would hear you screaming, either by day or night.
Such speculation is apropos, my being at DOHMH on Friday and Saturday, August 6 and 7, for a training on “Honest, Open, Proud” (formerly “Coming Out Proud”), a program of the National Consortium on Stigma and Empowerment, which is based at the Illinois Institute of Technology in Chicago. The six-hour course, facilitated by peers, enables other peers to decide if, when and how to disclose their mental illness to family, friends, employers, co-workers, etc.
Twenty-five of us have gathered in a room small enough to encourage an intimacy reinforced by the nature of our jobs—we are all peer counselors for whom being “honest, open and proud” is a requirement of our work. But that doesn’t mean we always live up to this demanding standard. Here’s a chance to become better at helping other peers decide whether and when they want to publicly “join the club” of those like us who live with mental illness.
Yumiko Ikuta, Director of Rehabilitation Programs in the Bureau of Mental Health, is our host. Jonathon Larson, a psychologist at the Institute of Technology, and Kyra Wilson, an advocate for NAMI of Greater Chicago, are our Honest, Open, Proud (HOP) facilitators. All three are peers, but we wouldn’t know it until they tell us bits and pieces of their illness and recovery stories.
In the first class we weigh the pros and cons of disclosure, both short-term and long. The group setting allows for an airing of hopes and fears in an atmosphere of support. But the trick is to avoid pressuring the individual one way or another. The emphasis is on choice, whether now or in the future.
If the decision to disclose is a go, then the second class concentrates on the circumstances of that coming out: how, when, where and to whom. Although the curriculum offers a step-by-step approach, there’s plenty of room for improvisation. Jon and Kyra encourage us in both the first and second exercises to use examples from our experiences of being honest, open and proud.
Finally, in the third two-hour class, we design our disclosure statements, a summary of our illness and recovery, what used to be called an “elevator speech” (but in this building would take less than “a New York minute” because the elevators are so fast). The facilitators provide a template to ease our words onto the page and eventually into what we hope will be sympathetic ears.
However, Jon and Kyra don’t stop there. Like a wrestling tag team whose purpose is to engage the crowd as much as each other, they exhort us in the techniques of running good groups, demonstrate those practices, and lead us through a series of role plays. As one colleague tells me, “I’ve been a peer counselor for eight years but no one’s ever taught me how to do this!”
Postscript: While HOP, including all training materials, did not cost us anything—DOHMH graciously provided bagels and sandwiches both days—the benefits are immense. Not only did we learn how to facilitate the program for clients of our agencies, but the process also enabled a group of more or less strangers, albeit all peer counselors, to bond over our shared efforts to do the best for those clients and ourselves. Thank goodness Jon and Kyra blew in from the windy city and Yumiko was there to catch them on the 18th floor!
For more information about Honest, Open, Proud, see www.comingoutproudprogram.org. If you would like to start a program in your group, contact larsonjon@iit.edu, kyra@namigc.org, yikuta@health.nyc.gov or call Yumiko at (347) 396-7247.
Pullout: “The group setting allows for an airing of hopes and fears in an atmosphere of support. But the trick is to avoid pressuring the individual one way or another. The emphasis is on choice, whether now or in the future.”
NAMI Queens/Nassau Friendship Network
NAMI
Queens/Nassau Friendship Network
By
FN
staff: Alice Cohen, Nancy Schlessel and Barbara Garner
The
NAMI (National Alliance on Mental Illness) Queens/Nassau Friendship
Network was born out of need. Although adults with mental illness
have the same needs as everyone else, they have a much tougher time
meeting these needs. The ‘double whammy’ of isolation and stigma,
in addition to the illness, makes the illness that much harder to
bear. All the medical progress and new medications do not alleviate
the loneliness of ‘the long distance runner.’
Rod
Steiger, a well known actor, who suffered from major depression,
often said that “companionship…companionship…companionship”
is crucial to recovery. Most people are able to call a friend and
either schmooze, meet for a cup of coffee, or go to a movie. Not so
for the mentally ill. Many of those who are ill do not even have a
supportive family member.
In
December of 1992, the NYTimes published a front-page article lauding
the birth of the Friendship Network, an idea whose time had come. The
NAMI Queens/Nassau Friendship Network has done much to solve the
loneliness problem. There are one-on-one introductions for
‘friendship’ purposes and group activities, where those who
attend bond and network. The activities include group tennis lessons,
two bowling sessions monthly, monthly Friday night discussion group
with a social worker, monthly men’s group with a counselor, monthly
‘schmooze’ group with Alice Cohen, the Founder and Director, a
weekly nutrition/diet/art group and other sporadic activities
including, workshops on employment and sexuality, at members’
request. Every summer, a barbecue is held in Cunningham Park, enjoyed
by more than 50 members, with games, plenty of food and fun. Members
meet, exchange numbers and develop a support system that has been
lacking in their lives.
In
addition to all these activities, there is an abundance of volunteer
work available with the Friendship Network and the NAMI office,
requiring several people to cooperate on a given project. This serves
as a motivation for some to return to work. The experience is
beneficial for members because even though one may be proficient in
an area, it is equally important to be able to work with colleagues.
Members
must complete a lengthy application, sign a membership contract,
obtain a signed doctor release, and reach a high level of stability,
before being accepted into the Friendship Network.
Members
are able to develop connections with others and have a more
fulfilling life in a comfortable social setting. Some never had the
opportunity to acquire adult social skills and graces, and never
experienced mature relationships. They spent their critical maturing
years warding off ‘voices’ and being tranquilized on heavy-duty
medications. Can you imagine the joy and satisfaction members enjoy
when they can find someone with whom they can share their feelings,
and be special, without fear of stigma!
Unfortunately,
the need for socialization has not been recognized as critical to the
recovery process, thereby precluding funding, except from private
contributions. Recognizing that most of those who wish to partake in
the Friendship Network do not have the financial wherewithal to pay
any fee, there is a sliding scale. Some of the contributions go
toward scholarships for those without any means.
Psychiatrists,
psychologists, therapists, and social workers, have seen their
patients improve because their loneliness has abated. It has been a
life-altering experience for all.
How a Peer Support Training Program Transformed My Life
How
a Peer Support Training Program Transformed My Life
By
Emily
Peers
Understand Where You Are Coming From
I
always had this feeling that I was not good enough, despite putting
my all into school, gymnastics, running, and art. In fact, I felt I
must be bad and needed to be punished. That’s when I started
hurting myself.
In
retrospect, I excelled at sports, was on the honor roll and received
special awards at graduation. Somehow, I was never satisfied with my
accomplishments. I graduated high school hiding everything. But the
summer leading up to college was when things started falling apart.
Whatever was “my fault” led to self-harm and inner-pain. I made
it to college, but only for a short while. Soon after heading off on
my own, I was sent to the hospital and that was the end of that. So
began my life as a patient.
I
entered a program that was supposed to help me, yet I was isolated,
medicated and told that everything I was doing was wrong. This
worsened my condition. “I’m bad, I deserve to be punished” was
my motto.
I
went through one hospitalization after another, until the day I was
told I needed 24-hour supervision and was sent to Pilgrim State
Psychiatric Hospital. I felt I would never be ‘normal’ again.
After
months of one-to-one supervision, medication and everything else that
came with being hospitalized, I decided to shut up, comply and act
like a ‘good patient’ in order to be released. I was let out and
sent to a group home. A few months later, after a suicide attempt, I
was back at Pilgrim Hospital by court order.
At
Pilgrim, I was often forced to take medication to make me more
docile. If I didn’t comply, I was restrained in the seclusion room
and given a shot to “calm me down.” I was always on one-to-one
and experienced anxiety attacks every time I was naked or needed to
use the toilet in front of the stranger assigned to me, so I avoided
showers and bathrooms at all costs. Their most degrading and
memorable solution were laxatives.
When
they felt the medications weren’t working, I was told I needed
electroshock treatment (ECT), and that, since I was too young to make
decisions about my treatment, they made the decision for me. I was
21-years-old.
The
ECT caused brain damage. I developed epilepsy and still have learning
and memory problems. Along with the loss of some painful memories
went the loss of recalling a great deal of the wonderful people,
things and experiences throughout my life. Was it worth it? While at
Pilgrim State, I witnessed forced treatment, neglect and confinement.
After my two-year stay, I went back to a group home, day treatment
and more meds than you can count on your hands and feet.
I
resigned myself to the fact that I was a full-time psychiatric
patient. I cut and burned my body until there was only scar tissue. I
overdosed and ingested anything toxic, hoping it would be the end. I
planned and attempted suicide on multiple occasions. Like clockwork,
I would be in and out of the hospital every few months. I felt alone.
I was dependent upon medication, couldn’t hold a job and had
trouble in school. I had a terrible self-image. Then came the stigma.
I was no longer Emily. I was an illness: major depressive disorder,
bipolar, schizoaffective. Whatever they labeled me, I became.
My
metamorphosis began while I was interviewing to get into a class that
trained peer supporters. I anticipated not being accepted into the
class and began perfecting my suicide and how I would be presented at
my funeral. My doctor was worried about me and sent me to the
hospital as a suicide risk. I was there for two weeks and while I was
there, found out that I was accepted into the class. I was discharged
from the hospital and the next day started my class.
My
new friendships, relationships and experiences all began to matter to
me. The real Emily buried beneath the darkness began to emerge. I was
breaking out of my shell, playing music, singing, dancing and
socializing. I learned so much sitting in a small room all day with
peers who understood where I was coming from. They helped and
inspired me. I discovered that I was not alone. If I chose to, I
could use my experiences to help others, which I did and have
continued to do. Everything I went through was not a waste of time—it
was precious knowledge I could pass on to someone like the old Emily,
who thinks she's a bad person, who thinks she can’t do something,
who needs a voice.
The
world works in strange and mysterious ways. I went through hell so I
could appreciate the wonderful things I have now and all that I’ve
worked for. These days I’m a peer supporter, an advocate and a
member of society, not the system. I’m living with my wonderful
boyfriend, have a job, volunteer, and am an independent woman doing
things on my own. I’m finally unstuck and still moving forward.
Recovery is a bumpy road with many potholes, but it’s much better
than being stuck in the ditch I thought I’d never climb out of.
Pullout:
“I’m finally unstuck and still moving forward. Recovery is a
bumpy road with many potholes, but it’s much better than being
stuck in the ditch I thought I’d never climb out of.”
Destination Dignity March and Rally
By
Carla Rabinowitz, Advocacy
Coordinator, Community
Access
It
was an amazing day. Hundreds
of
mental health recipients and their
supporters arrived
in Washington,
DC on August 24, 2015 for the first ever Destination Dignity march
and rally. Destination Dignity is a collaborative project for change
and public engagement around mental health in America. The
Destination Dignity march as its focus brings people from around the
world and nation together, with people affected by mental health
conditions in the lead, to create energy and solidarity for a more
supportive nation.
Tents
were set up on the National Mall where we
listened to speeches on mental health pride and recovery. Some of us
spoke on our own recovery and how important choice is to mental
health. The emphasis of the speeches was on how we, as mental health
recipients, must maintain our dignity and our ability to choose our
fates. We do not want to be told that we must take medication, or
that we should strive for lesser lives: The choice of how to conduct
our lives in every aspect is ours.
Many
tourists also stopped by, attracted to the spirit of the event!
The
march around DC was historic as, for the first time, we had people
from all
over the United States gathered
to proclaim that choice in treatment is ours.
People
baked in the hot sun, all to speak with one voice. Many
of us met leading advocates who we only knew by name. It
was an historic day of empowerment and the first of many marches to
follow in years ahead.
Why
Do We March?
Dignity
and rights for people affected by mental health conditions are the
counterpoint to a legacy of stigma, shame and discrimination that has
caused social isolation, chronic underfunding of services,
unnecessary levels of disability and unemployment, and the
unacceptable levels of premature death, including by suicide, of
people affected by symptoms of mental illness. Public awareness for
these issues must be led by people who have experienced these impacts
personally, along with their supporters, allies and related
professionals, in order to both realize change and engage the
previously silent majority of Americans affected by these issues.
Employment is the Best Medicine
Employment is the
Best Medicine
By Danielle
Give me a chance
and see what I can do for you. A chance is all I want and what I
strive for.
I was stuck in
the doldrums for countless years, working on how to get out of my own
head. I was stuck. My mind was scattered, unfocused, yet yearning for
a more positive life. Deeply depressed, suicidal, delusional and
conflicted, I told myself, “Have a positive mental attitude and
anything is attainable.” I reinforced my daily life with this
positive ideal, placing it on each of my emails.
I have been
hospitalized over a dozen times. During my last stint, I met people
from the Lighthouse Clubhouse, a vocational rehabilitation center for
people diagnosed with mental illness, and they gave me a service
called Peer Support in Aftercare. It was a free service that helped
me transition back into society. I lived in fear for many years,
isolating myself at home, consumed by my delusions. My prescription
to wellness was a friendly face, a cup of coffee and conversation
that began my path to wellness, putting my symptoms into remission.
I’d be remiss not to mention the visiting nurses that came five
days a week to keep me in check.
Distracted by the
work of the clubhouse that needed to be done, I made it my mission to
help those who helped me. I joined the Lighthouse. I went to the
clubhouse as if it were my job to do so, the first one there and the
last to leave. I worked in each unit, diligently trying to better
both myself and the units. Job opportunities presented themselves,
upon which I pounced like a tiger. Yet fate would have it that I
didn’t meet certain criteria or realized the job wasn’t for me,
post-panic attack.
One Friday, I
attended the group meeting to close the week joining most of the
staff. The program director of the Lighthouse announced that a local
scanner job was opening, a mere 14-minute commute from my house, and
asked if anyone was interested. I eagerly signed up, thinking,
“Please give me a chance and see what I can do for you.”
One interview
later I was hired. I was going to be the best scanner ever. I must
have asked my coworker, mentor and friend Chuck a million questions
back then (I still do). By the end of the day, we went from one shred
bin to two. The job was short lived, a mere six months. It dawned on
me that I really loved working, and that the backlog of scanning was
coming to an end.
Unexpectedly, I
was offered a full-time position as an administrative assistant in
operations. I was ecstatic. It was a hefty job description, but I was
up for the challenge. I thought, “Thank you for giving me a chance
to see what I can do for you.” Now, my job title reads “Operations
Coordinator.” The perks? The company started a free weight-loss
program. Within 43 weeks, I lost 97 pounds.
I can’t thank
my work-family enough for all the support they have given me. They
are my compass, pointing me true north, challenging me mentally and
physically. Thank you for believing in me, noticing my talents and
exploiting them, teaching me the business, and letting me shine. Can
you tell that I love my job? The very best part, my symptoms have
been in remission the entire three years I’ve worked.
Working has been
the best prescription for me. I’ve tried all sorts of
anti-psychotics, yet none of them helped me nearly as much as being a
productive integral member of society. In fact, the meds made me more
delusional than before. With goals and people standing behind me, I
have become very successful and an integral part of the business. If
given the opportunity, please give someone else a chance. It could
make a world of a difference.
Pullout: “Working
has been the best prescription for me. I’ve tried all sorts of
anti-psychotics, yet none of them helped me nearly as much as being a
productive integral member of society.”
Professional Actors Train Clubhouse Members in Order to Fight Stigma
Professional Actors Train Clubhouse
Members in Order to Fight Stigma
Based on fear, misunderstanding or a lack of information about mental
illness, stigma may cause people to delay treatment or to experience
discrimination in employment, housing and other areas of their lives.
Goodwill Industries of Greater New York
and Northern New Jersey, Inc. and Village Playback Theatre have been
awarded a National Endowment for the Arts (NEA) grant to support a
series of interactive performances designed to decrease the stigma
related to mental illness and educate the public in Queens, New York.
The prestigious award is part of the NEA’s second major grant
announcement for the 2015 fiscal year.
Under the guidance of Village Playback
Theatre, selected members of Citiview Connections Clubhouse, a center
for adults with psychiatric disabilities operated by Goodwill NY-NJ,
will train and perform with the professional actors throughout this
project. Performances will be provided to adults with mental illness
in shelters, residences, and treatment programs culminating in shows
for the general public in May, Mental Health Awareness month 2016.
Note: To learn more, you can contact
Russell G. Roten, Director of Citiview
Connection Clubhouse at (718) 361-7030
or via email: rroten@goodwillny.org
Mental Illness Detoured My Salvation
Mental
Illness Detoured My Salvation
By
Akala
Today
I'm Reaching Out to Jesus
I
am 60-years-old and was recently diagnosed with bipolar
schizoaffective disorder. The illness did not surface until September
of 2013. As a child, I did have some learning problems, anger issues
and anxiety, although my problems went untreated. I was considered a
rebellious child. I was raised in poverty with an alcoholic father.
In
2010, I began attending a Pentecostal church where the supernatural
powers of the Holy Spirit were believed and altar calls were always
toward the end of the service. I have been anointed by the Holy
Spirit and slain in the spirit twice. This is significant because
before it happened to me I thought that phenomena was all faked. I
can assure you that for me it was not. I gained a lot of faith and
became very obedient to God. I had lived a life full of sin before I
gave my life to Jesus and accepted Him as my lord and savior. I
didn't stop sinning all at once, but changed gradually, for which I
am thankful.
My
delusions began after experiencing years of my largely untreated
stress and depression. I would take anti-depressants inconsistently.
I considered my depression circumstantial and didn't feel the need to
take medication on a regular basis. My anxiety increased at times
which made shopping difficult as well as being around a lot of
people. I enjoyed living a sheltered life but did not have many
friends.
I
share this because my delusions, voices and hallucinations have all
been centered on God, Jesus, angels, demons, Satan and even aliens.
Although being on medication has curtailed this, I still believe in
alien beings from other worlds. The evidence is too overwhelming for
me not to believe that there are beings from other planets visiting
us. I personally have not experienced visitations, but many other
people have.
During
some of my delusions I have choked myself and hit myself in the face.
God and Jesus would tell me I was ungodly and repulsive. I made
several trips to the hospital thinking that God was trying to kill
me. Feelings I had throughout my body convinced me I was having a
heart attack. Each time they diagnosed me with anxiety. The hospital
didn't recognize that I was having delusions and hallucinations until
later when I called in to the police department that I thought there
was a bomb planted in my apartment building and some ex-coworkers
were trying to kill me. I also called them again a few weeks later
with the delusion that demons had given me anthrax and that I was
bleeding to death internally.
I
started working at a music company in August of 2014 that employed
several people who were Satanists. My delusions and hallucinations
began in September. I thought I was in the middle of a battle between
good and evil because I was a Christian and they worshiped Satan. I
could actually see and feel attacks by demons and Satan while I was
employed there. I was fired from that job because the attacks in my
mind seemed so real and even physical that I would get sick and have
to leave. One day it felt like a steam roller was in my head and I
think that my blood pressure had gotten dangerously high. We have the
ability to make ourselves physically sick from mental illness.
I
will not describe my many other embarrassing delusions. I still carry
a great deal of shame, although I had absolutely no control over what
was happening to me. I am trying to repair the damage that was done
to my family because of my illness. More importantly, I am reaching
out to Jesus once again because I feel as if I have lost my
salvation. Sometimes it is very difficult to read God's word, but I
will not give up. I want the relationship I had with our Father in
heaven and His son Jesus before I became ill. I had great peace and
became someone that I could be proud of; not full of pride, just
grateful that Jesus had worked a miracle in me and changed me. I
never want to return to a life full of sin, and I have Jesus to thank
for that along with the workings of the Holy Spirit within me.
If
you are experiencing a health issue, whether it be physical or mental
or even both, I strongly encourage you to give your life to Jesus and
let Him help you through it all.
Pullout:
“I want the relationship I had with our Father in heaven and His
son Jesus before I became ill.”
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