I was recently asked, over on Instagram (/briangryphon), about my frequent pics of my freshly-made bed, tagged with #mentalHealthMonday.
Consistently changing my bed linens is an indication that I’m doing well (or at least OK) in finding and maintaining good mental health.
After decades of being a (barely) functional person with Depression (and PTSD, GAD, Dissociative Amnesia, Sexual Compulsion and extensive use of LSD [the last 2 only rarely at the same time]), I’m no longer prepared to accept mere functionality.
The PTSD mostly stems from living through the explosion of GRID/ AIDS/ HIV in my gay and kink communities. From fundraising for research and assistance for people living with the condition to hours sitting with folks in the local AIDS Hospice, I can’t even begin to fathom the depths of despair I’ve traveled.
I am working with a Therapist, having Zoom gatherings with my siblings over the family stuff, and have begun taking prescription meds to assist my progress.
No shame, no guilt here… I have survived (changed, but still here) so much cr@p that I never imagined I could.