Author Christy Angelette

My diagnosis didn’t become real to me, until my late thirties.

finally I’d awoken in the middle of my maddnes to see, the monster that held all the rage and pain reveal herself. I can identify the mood swings, I know what my triggers are. There’s a mantra to say in response to toxic thoughts, “healing, health and God.” A reset in progress of negative brain activity, which includes listening to healing frequencies while sleeping. I’m micromanaging every action, behavior, and mood. Questioning if I’m being irrational or overreacting. Battling social anxiety and the stronghold of a trauma bond. Living with a mental illness is exhausting. Journaling my thoughts with positive affirmations has been a godsend. I’ve discovered the better parts of myself, while trying to control the worst. A writer was born almost forty four years ago; who I forgot ever existed. It’s beyond time for her to live life instead of adjusting to it. The journey continues…..