It's been a while since I wrote here. I have been very focused on my studies. I studied for my exams. I have graduated the second year of my degree in Sociology- Anthropology and Education. I have had days that I studied all day long, 09:00-23:00. I read many articles. I dried up many pens. I filled a notebook with hand writing. But I only got 65 in Quantitative research methods. I was somewhat disappointed but I was also glad that I passed & I can continue to the next year.I also finished all the introduction, obligatory courses. I hope it will be easier from now on and now is my time to heal myself and relax.

I feel rather exposed arguing with the rest of the professional staff about the causes of mental illness & health. The way I see it there is a strong correlation between mental illness & trauma. The way most of the professional staff see it- mental illness is cause by genetic factors.
The truth is most likely to be somewhere in between, but I feel referring to the genetic factors more than the environmental does harm to our clients.
I've had close contact with several of the trauma clients.
I'm happy that I can put my exprience to good use, but I'm also emotionally drained by it.
I also don't want to discriminate between clients based on Trauma-presence or not.

we have been noticing that our blog generates quite a lot of views, but no replies.
We are happy to be heard, but we also welcome feedback on what we write.
Even just saying 'Hi' is cool by us.
Although, only if it's comfortable- replies are welcomed but no necessary.
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we need Informal Mind right now. He is the one who's good at Math.
We're having a hard time managing the switch because the body is exhausted.
Also, Leafy needs to spend time with her friends & E. has to go to work later on during the day.
We will try to take a one hour nap & allow Informal Mind a clear path out.
We are having paranoia about writing here.
Some 8 years ago, the body was assaulted by a prominent media figure in here.
We went to the police & filed a complaint but they didn't believe us because we have DID.
That person tried to hurt us by posting our diagnosis online. He has also threatened to post online our forums history.He recently got our husband's facebook account blocked. We are afraid that he might be cyber stalking us or collecting information about our forums activity.
We're hoping that sticking to forums outside the country might help to divert him.
But for all we know, this person could be monitoring our online activity, possibly even bugging our PC.
It's scary.

we talked to our mother on the phone & now we're quite upset because of the way she keeps invalidating our feelings and always eager to prove that she has it harder than us, well in some ways yes but other ways not- it's true that it's not easy being a single grandma growing a baby by her own but my aunt helps her a lot and we must insist on not helping her if she is mean to us.she didn't even speak to us for a week and a half and now when she thinks she can get something from us she's calling. we're glad that she wants our help and we will give it to her if we can but if we can't -we won't it seems like she hasn't given up on dragging us down with her.
Well, mom I understand that you have it worse than me in some ways- because you won't go to therapy & won't take meds even though you need to to. But I live on the outside world. I go out. I meet people who disagree with me, criticise me, even make fun of me but I still go out & don't isolate myself. I am trying to deal with the world with very little coping skills. I am still struggling with emotional regulation and so many times instead of helping me the way mothers should help their daughters you're just making it more difficult for me. I wasn't born to please you. I know you did a lot for me but many times when I needed you -you weren't there & other times you hurt me so much. You make me feel so unworthy. I always tried to please you yet you are never satisfied .I know it's painful to live that way & I promise I'll help you when I can just please don't push my boundaries too much.