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A Little Background Before the Homework Begins
Hey, and thank you for reading my FIRST Healing Wildflower Post! I already introduced who I am, but I thought a little more information about my mental health would be beneficial.
I was diagnosed with multiple mental health diagnoses at the age of 22, during my first substance abuse rehabilitation stay. Those being: Bipolar Disorder, P.T.S.D., and severe anxiety.
I’ve walked through more trauma than most people know, or would want to believe. Starting from the beginning of my memories, until my early twenties. I experienced things like sexual abuse, loss, physical and mental abuse, and honestly, that’s just the surface of it. Because of those things and poor teachings of coping mechanisms, I turned to addiction. Not just one, but many.
With all of that in my past, it probably isn’t surprising that therapy is part of my life. Not the cute, lighthearted kind — the real, gritty, soul-level kind. So with that being said, expect therapy related topics and mental health advice as well.
I hope you enjoy!
X.O.X.O.,
The Healing Wildflower
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Addiction Series — Post Eleven
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🌿 Addiction Series — Post Ten
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🌿 Addiction Series — Post Nine
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When You’re The “Problem”
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Addiction Series — Post Eight: Senior Year Is Where I Lost Control
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How I Became One Of the Lost Sheep
My relationship with God didn’t break all at once. It fractured slowly. The first crack came when my mother died. I was still a child, and…
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