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25.01.2022 It does not hurt to look to a higher power.

17.01.2022 We need to choose and build our own values, not those of this broken world, that surrounds us...

15.01.2022 IMO Therapy should be the first part of any mental health care. Story before medicine, unless in crisis. Even then start talking. We cant read minds.... Please talk. We really can recover. IMO See more

09.01.2022 The relationship with mental health and substance abuse, is toxic and is no joke. If you are on psychiatric meds, or are unwell, using any form of intoxicating ...substance can have devastating affects for you and others. Just as concerning, is that they will more than likely, increase the symptoms of most mental illness: this also can be devastating. See more

08.01.2022 Ill Quit Tomorrow, said every addict ever.

07.01.2022 There are several organisations that can provide support for us when we’re struggling. We can’t do it on our own. Others can’t read our minds. Please reach out.... Lifeline 131114 More numbers in the Health Direct link. There’s help for families and carers too. https://www.healthdirect.gov.au/mental-health-helplines See more

06.01.2022 Well said... "You want rain, then don't complain about the mud." Lol

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02.01.2022 You can't move ahead, if you keep looking back. Try doing that while you are riding a bicycle and you will soon learn that you end up going nowhere!

01.01.2022 We can all be hoarders. Weve probably all seen the houses, where it gets so chaotic they create tunnels through their hoard of stuff, to stay living in it. A... place that in reality had plenty of room to move around, becomes overwhelmed, overcrowded and eventually unliveable. Mine, is my mind. Even though it was harming me, I got comfortable with living with all this stuff in my head. As the years past, my collection of things grew and like many hoarders houses, my mind became impossible to live in. It was an extreme health risk. But everything had so much meaning, I couldnt throw anything out. I knew I was stuck, but as it grew around me, it seemed less like mess and more like home: I felt safe. Even the most painful, unhelpful and useless, became the most precious things, I had to keep. My hoarding of things, began with trauma as a child. As an adolescent and young adult, it became obvious, my mess was a problem. But as I matured and became respectable, I was able to hide it. I never needed to confront my hoarding, as long as I hid it. I thought thats what we do. My families, my friends, my work places, my communities, my schools and my churches; unwittingly, encouraged me to hide it. I was taught, its only a problem if someone finds out. It continued, as many new truly precious and beautiful things needed a home, so I made room and cleaned out a lot of junk. But trauma leaves none of us alone and my hoard grew again, as new useless and painful things became precious. I brought back in a lot of the junk I thought I had earlier thrown out. I hadnt, I had just hoarded it with more sophistication and now my lifes precious mess, was under one roof. This worked for along time, as long as I didnt let anyone in. Like with many hoarders, I became unwell and I could not see the mess, because it ALL mattered and it was home. Nothing could be thrown out. I felt I had paid such a huge price for it all, that it was ALL too valuable: especially the seemingly insignificant. About five years ago, I couldnt live in it anymore and was trying to evict myself, by taking my life. It seems like cleaning up your mind, from years of hoarding, is not much different to cleaning a hoarders house. I thought it would be easier to set a match to it all. I felt it was impossible, to know where to start. It feels embarrassing, humiliating and too painful, to let someone into what is now obviously a mess. Especially, when everything still feels so precious. Unfortunately, not everyone who wants to help, are able to and it can be painful to find the right helpers. But when I did, that made all the difference. Its really hard to throw out something, that I believed my whole life, was so precious. Though now, Im finding space to move around each room and with help, look at the items Ive hoarded. I am finding the confidence and courage, to discern between the useful, useless and everything in between. With my faith, my family and a few good friends, I have the help I need, to start with just one room and one item at time. What a discovery to make: I dont have to hoard it. Im still not sure how much of it, Ive cleaned out and thats ok. It took a while to get into this place and it will take a while to get out of it. The difference, is Im not hiding it, anymore. Ive opened the doors and welcomed life back in. If this is you, my prayer and my hope, is that you may too.