<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971180848244447957</id><updated>2011-11-27T19:51:59.946-05:00</updated><category term='worry'/><category term='paranoid'/><category term='trauma'/><category term='me'/><category term='temperaments'/><category term='symptoms'/><category term='support'/><category term='father'/><category term='denial'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='brother'/><category term='treacherous'/><category term='Holy Spirit'/><category term='medication'/><category term='hopeless'/><category term='mental health'/><category term='lethargy'/><category term='heart'/><category term='religious'/><category term='perception'/><category term='anxiety'/><category term='aunt'/><category term='egregious'/><category term='cyberchondria'/><category term='church'/><category term='projection'/><category term='Bible'/><category term='discernment'/><category term='hypochondria'/><category term='mother'/><category term='cure'/><category term='paranoia'/><category term='mental illness'/><category term='monologue'/><category term='OCD'/><category term='misinterpret'/><title type='text'>Cure for Crazy</title><subtitle type='html'>Living with mental illness is hard... it's too bad there's no cure for crazy.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cureforcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971180848244447957/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cureforcrazy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>CureForCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072325015426473551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6_FYjxUfziQ/Sr7Lnc6NbwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lgvU8_dtvl8/S220/S7300525.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971180848244447957.post-5078205773303098044</id><published>2010-12-20T23:02:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T23:33:35.920-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='father'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother'/><title type='text'>Christmases Past</title><content type='html'>As my mother sends in money and purchases an assortment of gifts to donate to children through various charities this Christmas, I can't help but be reminded of my own childhood Christmas memories, or lack thereof. My family has never been one to celebrate events or hold holiday parties, and Christmas is no exception. Yet every year, my mother mourns for the ill-fated children whose families are to poor to meet all of their Christmas wishes. She will go out of her way to get just the right gift for these poor children that she has never even met. Although this altruistic giving is something to be admired, it has always made me just a little bit sick inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I never received just the right gift, never had a joyful Christmas morning, never was there even a Santa Claus for me. There was never much concern for if I got anything or not. Sure, I usually had something to unwrap: some candy, maybe discount clothes, or something picked up from a clearance rack. But never anything meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while all of my friends got Barbies and video games and visions of sugar plums, I got... nothing, really. It's not that they had no money. It's not that they were unable to buy me an actual gift. They just didn't care enough to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I'm selfish. Maybe I just need to remind myself that it is better to give than to receive. Christmas is certainly the time of year to remember that God has given me all I need anyway. Things like this, though, have a way of sticking with you. Crazy, huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971180848244447957-5078205773303098044?l=cureforcrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cureforcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/5078205773303098044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cureforcrazy.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmases-past.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971180848244447957/posts/default/5078205773303098044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971180848244447957/posts/default/5078205773303098044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cureforcrazy.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmases-past.html' title='Christmases Past'/><author><name>CureForCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072325015426473551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6_FYjxUfziQ/Sr7Lnc6NbwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lgvU8_dtvl8/S220/S7300525.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971180848244447957.post-8729912497421139097</id><published>2010-04-10T11:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T12:27:49.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Entirely my fault</title><content type='html'>My mother says that it is my fault that my brother no longer speaks to her.  Of course it would have to be my fault, it has to be someone else's fault, because she can never admit to herself that she has ever done anything wrong.  I simply tell her that I hope that someday she will seek help for her problems and that I am not interested in listening to her accusations. She usually ends up ranting to my dad since I don't bother to arguing with her:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Her (angrily):&lt;/span&gt; "I know that she's working for the Devil and I will not allow it. She thinks that she can turn her brother against us. I want an apology. I want her on the phone, internet, or sending a smoke signal; and he can send a smoke signal back. I'm not going to be harassed and harangued and manipulated anymore! It will get her nowhere! I ain't gonna -"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him (calmly): "&lt;/span&gt;Why are you shouting with bad grammar? Just close your mouth and calm down until you can communicate with correct grammar and no 'ain'ts'."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Her&lt;/span&gt;: "Well God can understand me through a connection with the Spirit... I have spoken to God a lot and I will speak what I need to speak.  I ain't gonna be hurt by her no more..."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt;: You need to be careful what you say. If you can't speak respectfully and decently then don't say anything.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Her (!):&lt;/span&gt; She's got you wrapped around her little finger. You've let her have her way her entire childhood. She will not rule me. No more. When it comes time to make the will there will be some changes made. I'm putting her on notice. If she doesn't change her attitude and try to get her brother to communicate. I will not sit back idly and let people walk all over my heart. They think they're going to divide my family. I will have no part of it. I want peace. Blessed are the peacemakers. Seek peace and pursue it honestly. He will not allow it in the Kingdom. I have to say what Christ would say in me. I have to because you won't. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christ in me is saying this.&lt;/span&gt; God won't be pleased with someone dividing a family up for their own personal gain. And maybe she will turn around. I'm hoping that I will get through to her. God is going to win this battle for me. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everybody can go to hell&lt;/span&gt; in a hand-basket if that's what they want. Don't be trying to divide and conquer with me because it doesn't work with God. I'm going to set things straight. There won't be any gain. I'm putting the Devil down. I'm not sitting here listening to this garbage anymore. I'm gonna put this trash where it belongs. There's no gain in that. I have to say that. Christ in you should understand I have to say that. There is no reward for someone that wants to destroy a family. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harmony and love.&lt;/span&gt; That is what I'm here for."&lt;/blockquote&gt;Once she gets started, there's no stopping her. She makes sure of that. Before he can even say anything else, she's already taken care of it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I will speak what needs to be spoken! I'm going to have peace as much as I can. There's no need to be like this. It is wrong. It is only to please the Devil and not to please God. It is doing the Devil's bidding. It is impudence! Telling me 'You've got problems.' Christ will heal the brokenhearted, that people have destroyed, when he comes back. When we see evil in our midst we are to stand up against it! I will be praying for the Holy Spirit. That's what changes people!"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Him (still calmly)&lt;/span&gt;: "Why are you shouting?"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Her&lt;/span&gt;: "I am angry! I am not a robot! I am a human! I have feelings!"&lt;/blockquote&gt;Can't you almost &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;see&lt;/span&gt; her past trauma which is causing current psychological problems?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971180848244447957-8729912497421139097?l=cureforcrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cureforcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/8729912497421139097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cureforcrazy.blogspot.com/2010/04/entirely-my-fault.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971180848244447957/posts/default/8729912497421139097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971180848244447957/posts/default/8729912497421139097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cureforcrazy.blogspot.com/2010/04/entirely-my-fault.html' title='Entirely my fault'/><author><name>CureForCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072325015426473551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6_FYjxUfziQ/Sr7Lnc6NbwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lgvU8_dtvl8/S220/S7300525.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971180848244447957.post-8967335296142253175</id><published>2010-01-29T21:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T22:51:12.316-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mental illness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='father'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religious'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother'/><title type='text'>"Christ in me"</title><content type='html'>"I want for everything to be right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So everything is okay, as long as you get your way?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's not my way, it's the way of Christ."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971180848244447957-8967335296142253175?l=cureforcrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cureforcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/8967335296142253175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cureforcrazy.blogspot.com/2010/01/christ-in-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971180848244447957/posts/default/8967335296142253175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971180848244447957/posts/default/8967335296142253175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cureforcrazy.blogspot.com/2010/01/christ-in-me.html' title='&quot;Christ in me&quot;'/><author><name>CureForCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072325015426473551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6_FYjxUfziQ/Sr7Lnc6NbwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lgvU8_dtvl8/S220/S7300525.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971180848244447957.post-7300728373676524683</id><published>2010-01-28T21:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T22:06:18.185-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holy Spirit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mental illness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mental health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='denial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medication'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother'/><title type='text'>An Ultimatum</title><content type='html'>My brother came to visit in December. He spent his entire vacation attempting to clean up my mother's mess. No one would be surprised to find her house in a few years on an episode of "Hoarders," as it seems to get progressively worse, right alongside her mental illness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother remained positive throughout the cleanup, as she was well behaved for much of the time. By the end, however, she could no longer contain her anxiety and ended up yelling at him to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On his final day here, instead of enjoying his time with his parents, he spent his time searching for my mother's former psychiatrist, who she now refuses to see.  He informed her that if she ever wanted to see or hear from him again, she would first need to take the medicine prescribed by her psychiatrist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He left on New Year's Eve, yet my mother has no plans to seek treatment for her illness. She doesn't have an illness, of course, she claims, because "the Holy Spirit has given [her] a sound mind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says that medication is "for people that don't have God."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971180848244447957-7300728373676524683?l=cureforcrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cureforcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/7300728373676524683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cureforcrazy.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-brother-came-to-visit-in-december.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971180848244447957/posts/default/7300728373676524683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971180848244447957/posts/default/7300728373676524683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cureforcrazy.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-brother-came-to-visit-in-december.html' title='An Ultimatum'/><author><name>CureForCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072325015426473551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6_FYjxUfziQ/Sr7Lnc6NbwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lgvU8_dtvl8/S220/S7300525.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971180848244447957.post-4914252676478774873</id><published>2009-11-28T23:21:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T22:59:13.819-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mental illness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='denial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='father'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hopeless'/><title type='text'>Not one problem, but two</title><content type='html'>Here's why sometimes it seems so hopeless:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father has trouble recognizing what needs to be done. He lives in denial with regards to my mother's mental state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband and I spoke to the pastor and his wife over lunch last Sunday.  They know that we need to take action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spoke to my dad's psychiatrist as well, when he called a few nights ago. He agrees that my mother needs treatment and had a list of suggestions on how to accomplish this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems as though everyone recognizes the severity of my mother's problems - everyone but my dad, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening I told my dad very clearly that my mother needs psychiatric help and that she needs medication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His response?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well maybe there's some sort of natural alternative..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.&lt;br /&gt;My.&lt;br /&gt;Goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, what can you say to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971180848244447957-4914252676478774873?l=cureforcrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cureforcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/4914252676478774873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cureforcrazy.blogspot.com/2009/11/not-one-problem-but-two.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971180848244447957/posts/default/4914252676478774873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971180848244447957/posts/default/4914252676478774873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cureforcrazy.blogspot.com/2009/11/not-one-problem-but-two.html' title='Not one problem, but two'/><author><name>CureForCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072325015426473551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6_FYjxUfziQ/Sr7Lnc6NbwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lgvU8_dtvl8/S220/S7300525.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971180848244447957.post-5920197042003167884</id><published>2009-11-20T21:46:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T23:43:58.243-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mental illness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mental health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paranoid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='temperaments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='father'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother'/><title type='text'>Blame it on your lying, cheating, cold deadbeating, two-timing, double dealing, mean mistreating, loving heart</title><content type='html'>My mother's rants seem to take a cyclical nature. For weeks she will focus on her health and all of her "illnesses," and then it suddenly shifts to a different topic, and then back to her health again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is currently fixated on the fact that my dad, according to her, is "interested in other women." She accuses him of all sorts of insane things, such as searching for her replacement, the desire to wife-swap, on-line relationships, being a "two-timer" and an inappropriate interest in his sister-in-law who lives 2,000 miles away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, while checking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt; e-mail, she noticed that he had friend requests from a social networking site sent by *gasp* &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;women&lt;/span&gt;. But what could you expect from some one with a &lt;a href="http://cureforcrazy.blogspot.com/2009/09/symptoms-part-3.html"&gt;sneaky temperament&lt;/a&gt;? She of course was "shocked and disgusted" by this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you want to stay married to me...." she began her spiel against social networking sites, their marriage-wrecking capabilities, and their satanic origins. "That is why marriages are broken and our society has such a high divorce rate. It is doing Satan's business" she explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have no discernment in your brain at all. These women out here are just horrible. Friend requesting you. And they're 18, 23, 24 and a 59 year old. You would not find that kind of crap in my e-mail. This is just filth. 'Chat, flirt, photos, games, and more!' They have pictures on there &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;of women&lt;/span&gt; with their names and ages. You want to be associated with this kind of mess? I'm sick of it. Would you want your pastor to see that? It's too filthy for me to even send to you. It is pure carnality. You need to delete all of that. I just think it's wrong. Men are visually oriented and they have pictures of women. It's just wrong.  Who got you into that anyway? Anybody that's a Christian should never be on stuff like that. I am shocked. That is despicable. You are a married man. You're not single. That is just a garbage site for people that are looking for hookers. You have a choice. What do you think your wife is? A numskull idiot? You think I've got an IQ of 10? That I'm not going to be looking into you? Well I'm going to be looking closer. I want to know who Sue is from church..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course that is only the beginning. She will continue like this until she finally finds some other topic to complain about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can think about is &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eopNLWRW0IM"&gt;this.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You've got a thing or two to learn about me baby&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I ain't taking it no more and I don't mean maybe&lt;br /&gt;You don't know right from wrong&lt;br /&gt;Well the love we had is gone&lt;br /&gt;So blame it on your lying, cheating, cold dead-beating,&lt;br /&gt;Two-timing, double dealing&lt;br /&gt;Mean mistreating, loving heart&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971180848244447957-5920197042003167884?l=cureforcrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cureforcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/5920197042003167884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cureforcrazy.blogspot.com/2009/11/blame-it-on-your-lying-cheating-cold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971180848244447957/posts/default/5920197042003167884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971180848244447957/posts/default/5920197042003167884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cureforcrazy.blogspot.com/2009/11/blame-it-on-your-lying-cheating-cold.html' title='Blame it on your lying, cheating, cold deadbeating, two-timing, double dealing, mean mistreating, loving heart'/><author><name>CureForCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072325015426473551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6_FYjxUfziQ/Sr7Lnc6NbwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lgvU8_dtvl8/S220/S7300525.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971180848244447957.post-1841748286908115447</id><published>2009-11-01T22:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T23:03:44.876-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mental health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hypochondria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother'/><title type='text'>Hypochodriac + Common Household Items = Danger</title><content type='html'>My mother recently visited a new doctor, not just any doctor, but a "naturopath". The purpose of her visit? She needed to discuss how to "detoxify".&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It seems that she was poisoned, she says, by an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;air freshener. &lt;/span&gt;Yes, that's right; she complained of pain, coughing, and difficulty breathing, all because she got a whiff of an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;air freshener.&lt;/span&gt; I never knew they could be so dangerous. What will she come up with next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Well, this morning it was foot pain, I believe. This evening it's been a sore neck.)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything&lt;/span&gt; that can be complained about, she &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will &lt;/span&gt;complain about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971180848244447957-1841748286908115447?l=cureforcrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cureforcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/1841748286908115447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cureforcrazy.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-mother-recently-visited-new-doctor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971180848244447957/posts/default/1841748286908115447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971180848244447957/posts/default/1841748286908115447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cureforcrazy.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-mother-recently-visited-new-doctor.html' title='Hypochodriac + Common Household Items = Danger'/><author><name>CureForCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072325015426473551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6_FYjxUfziQ/Sr7Lnc6NbwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lgvU8_dtvl8/S220/S7300525.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971180848244447957.post-4417409284714411152</id><published>2009-10-21T17:15:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T17:31:36.907-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mental illness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='denial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monologue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='father'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother'/><title type='text'>Monologue - I am not!</title><content type='html'>"...I'm going to send them an e-mail so that you won't ever be telling anyone else that I'm mentally ill! You won't be telling lies like that! We're going to put a stop to this. If you want to stay married to me then you better. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am not depressed.&lt;/span&gt; We're going to straighten you out. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I do not have depression.&lt;/span&gt; I'm going to blow you right now with that pastor and they will know why it looks like I have depression! I guess what you do could give a person depression! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I do not have that.&lt;/span&gt; I am going to get you some help and accountability with the pastor and the psychiatrist. When we get done with you, you will never want to do that again! Your filth and garbage is coming out! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm not the one with mental illness!&lt;/span&gt; There's going to be accountability. Is that okay?! Because it's going to have to be okay if you want to stay married to me. Is that clear mister?! Are you ready to be right with God and people and me?! Do you understand?! I'm going to let them know that you need to be watched over. You don't need to invite trouble. And I'm going to tell those pastors that you do invite trouble and you do need to be watched over. Don't you think it's appropriate to have accountability? These people are wimps and I'm not expecting much, but at least they will be clued in..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and on and on and on it goes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971180848244447957-4417409284714411152?l=cureforcrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cureforcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/4417409284714411152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cureforcrazy.blogspot.com/2009/10/monologue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971180848244447957/posts/default/4417409284714411152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971180848244447957/posts/default/4417409284714411152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cureforcrazy.blogspot.com/2009/10/monologue.html' title='Monologue - I am not!'/><author><name>CureForCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072325015426473551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6_FYjxUfziQ/Sr7Lnc6NbwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lgvU8_dtvl8/S220/S7300525.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971180848244447957.post-1545964918594151439</id><published>2009-10-15T21:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T21:18:51.309-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mental illness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paranoia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='father'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misinterpret'/><title type='text'>Overheard</title><content type='html'>HIM: "I bought too much lunch meat this time. We need to make sure that we don't buy so much next time because it could spoil."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Approximately 10 minutes later...&lt;br /&gt;HER: (angrily) "Is that anyway to treat your wife who is sick, who feels like she is about to die?! Yelling at her?! Criticizing everything that she does?! 'Don't ever do that again!' you said. You yelled at me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIM: (softly) "Did I yell at you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: (confused) "Do you even know what she's talking about? Because I have no idea what she's talking about." (vague feeling that this is not about to make sense)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIM: "Well, I think she's talking about the meat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: (huh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HER: " 'Don't ever do that again' he yelled at me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: "No he didn't. That's not even what he said."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HER: "He has no idea what it feels like to have a headache and abdominal pain. You people always have to criticize me!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971180848244447957-1545964918594151439?l=cureforcrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cureforcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/1545964918594151439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cureforcrazy.blogspot.com/2009/10/overheard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971180848244447957/posts/default/1545964918594151439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971180848244447957/posts/default/1545964918594151439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cureforcrazy.blogspot.com/2009/10/overheard.html' title='Overheard'/><author><name>CureForCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072325015426473551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6_FYjxUfziQ/Sr7Lnc6NbwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lgvU8_dtvl8/S220/S7300525.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971180848244447957.post-7854670709616704448</id><published>2009-10-09T22:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T21:20:02.856-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mental illness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trauma'/><title type='text'>Trauma</title><content type='html'>The article found &lt;a href="http://www.traumacenter.org/products/pdf_files/Preprint_Dev_Trauma_Disorder.pdf"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; on Developmental Trauma Disorder explains how many problems are started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Traumatized children develop a view of the world that incorporates their betrayal and hurt... They easily misinterpret events in the direction of a return of trauma and helplessness which causes them to be constantly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on-guard, frightened and over-reactive.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Although the article discusses trauma in children, much of it can still be applied to my mother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971180848244447957-7854670709616704448?l=cureforcrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cureforcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/7854670709616704448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cureforcrazy.blogspot.com/2009/10/article-found-here-on-developmental.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971180848244447957/posts/default/7854670709616704448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971180848244447957/posts/default/7854670709616704448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cureforcrazy.blogspot.com/2009/10/article-found-here-on-developmental.html' title='Trauma'/><author><name>CureForCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072325015426473551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6_FYjxUfziQ/Sr7Lnc6NbwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lgvU8_dtvl8/S220/S7300525.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971180848244447957.post-8842541388648223331</id><published>2009-10-07T23:16:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T23:25:22.484-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hypochondria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother'/><title type='text'>What happens when you mention illness to a hypochondriac?</title><content type='html'>This evening I was not feeling well due to a sore throat. Not long after mentioning this to my mother, not surprisingly, she said that she &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;also &lt;/span&gt;was getting sick. Ah, the power of suggestion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her solution? Colloidal silver. Eww. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Argyria"&gt;Turning blue&lt;/a&gt; does not look very appealing to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971180848244447957-8842541388648223331?l=cureforcrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cureforcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/8842541388648223331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cureforcrazy.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-happens-when-you-mention-illness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971180848244447957/posts/default/8842541388648223331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971180848244447957/posts/default/8842541388648223331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cureforcrazy.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-happens-when-you-mention-illness.html' title='What happens when you mention illness to a hypochondriac?'/><author><name>CureForCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072325015426473551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6_FYjxUfziQ/Sr7Lnc6NbwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lgvU8_dtvl8/S220/S7300525.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971180848244447957.post-1756639451265473109</id><published>2009-10-05T21:24:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T22:12:54.043-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mental health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hypochondria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother'/><title type='text'>What did hypochondriacs do before the internet?</title><content type='html'>Mercury poisoning, adrenal failure,  iron toxicity, a sluggish liver, blepharitis, allergies, a weakened immune system, menopause, a slow metabolism, yeast infections, chronic fatigue, irritable bowel syndrome, bad bacteria, osteopenia, leaky gut syndrome, hyperthyroidism &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;hypothyroidism, back pain, chemical sensitivity and celiac disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just a few of the illnesses and conditions that my mother believes she suffers from. Keep in mind that to her, all of these are deadly illnesses that are slowly, yet constantly killing her. She does not ever go to the doctor in order to find out the state of her health, rather she goes to inform the doctor of what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; is convinced that she has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband says that in order for my mother's mental health to improve we must first remove her access to the internet. With as many hours as she spends reading about dangers to her health, we're sure that she would be scared away from any treatment by looking up rates of misdiagnosis for psychiatric patients or something similar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to make a list sometime of the dozens, perhaps hundreds, of vitamins, remedies and nutritional supplements that she has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With so many illnesses to be found and researched on the internet, it makes me wonder: What did hypochondriacs &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; before the internet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971180848244447957-1756639451265473109?l=cureforcrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cureforcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/1756639451265473109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cureforcrazy.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-did-hypochondriacs-do-before.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971180848244447957/posts/default/1756639451265473109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971180848244447957/posts/default/1756639451265473109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cureforcrazy.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-did-hypochondriacs-do-before.html' title='What did hypochondriacs do before the internet?'/><author><name>CureForCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072325015426473551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6_FYjxUfziQ/Sr7Lnc6NbwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lgvU8_dtvl8/S220/S7300525.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971180848244447957.post-1376204957907761575</id><published>2009-10-03T18:25:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T19:01:28.793-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OCD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mental health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aunt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='father'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother'/><title type='text'>Sometimes I worry about myself.</title><content type='html'>Mental illness seems to run in the family; it's not just my mother.  Her whole entire family seems to have suffered from it to some extent. I remember hearing about some great aunt who went crazy. There's my uncle, who I recall was obsessed with germs and spent hours just washing his hands. From what I've heard about my mother's parents, I'm fairly certain they were not mentally healthy either.  My aunt, however, is the only one with a known diagnosis: schizo-affective disorder.  She's bipolar, schizophrenic, and also suffers from dissociative personality (multiple personality) disorder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad has some sort of anxiety-related problems. It's probably secondary trauma from being around my mother for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few weeks ago my I found out from my brother that he has had Obsessive Compulsive Disorder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt says not to worry, that I'm probably past the onset age for schizophrenia. For family members of schizophrenics, however, the risk of schizophrenia is ten times greater than that in the general population.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've told my husband that&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the day&lt;/span&gt; I start exhibiting any of my mother's symptoms he is to take me to the nearest psychiatrist as soon as he can; because that's about all that can be done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971180848244447957-1376204957907761575?l=cureforcrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cureforcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/1376204957907761575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cureforcrazy.blogspot.com/2009/10/sometimes-i-worry-about-myself.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971180848244447957/posts/default/1376204957907761575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971180848244447957/posts/default/1376204957907761575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cureforcrazy.blogspot.com/2009/10/sometimes-i-worry-about-myself.html' title='Sometimes I worry about myself.'/><author><name>CureForCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072325015426473551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6_FYjxUfziQ/Sr7Lnc6NbwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lgvU8_dtvl8/S220/S7300525.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971180848244447957.post-5916612042928615447</id><published>2009-10-02T22:08:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T22:55:11.690-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holy Spirit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mental illness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paranoia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='egregious'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='father'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother'/><title type='text'>The Church Cake Fiasco</title><content type='html'>My mother no longer goes to church.  She has decided that the church that she attended with my father must be some kind of cult. As a result of her paranoia, she believes that everyone at church is against her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This all begin quite innocently. A few months ago, at a charitable event, someone asked if she had brought one of the cakes. If she &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;brought a cake&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Out of that simple question she has spun a tangled web of tales, none of which are true. It goes something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;It's obvious that the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;way &lt;/span&gt;that they asked the question implied that they disliked her cake.  Why, it was actually quite offensive. Not only that, but they purposely offended her.  Their behavior is shocking! And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt; at that church is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always &lt;/span&gt;finding ways to offend her. They've never liked her cake. Or any of her food. She can tell by the way that they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;look&lt;/span&gt; at her.  It's cultish. They couldn't possibly have the Holy Spirit. Oh, and that pastor.  All he wants is her money. That's probably why his whole family doesn't like her anyway. They're not nice enough to her. It's not a real church. They're just pretending. Why would she want to be around such hateful people? She could never condone such &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;egregious &lt;/span&gt;behavior. In fact, she "can't go to that church. It would be like asking [her] to go to a Buddhist temple.  It's not right... It's frightening."&lt;/blockquote&gt;This has been followed, of course, by her quest to convince my dad that he can't go to church either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She complains that he should not leave her alone on Sunday mornings. She complains that they should be going to the same place together. She complains that with regards to this situation, my dad has not done exactly what she says he should. She also complains that she feels like she's "a widow." Then she complains some more: "I'm a spiritual widow. It's very odd to be married and not things the same way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is only the beginning, as you might guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got to watch out for those people that try to make friendly conversation about your cake. They could be in a cult, you know. Just ask my mother. She can tell you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971180848244447957-5916612042928615447?l=cureforcrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cureforcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/5916612042928615447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cureforcrazy.blogspot.com/2009/10/church-fiasco.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971180848244447957/posts/default/5916612042928615447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971180848244447957/posts/default/5916612042928615447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cureforcrazy.blogspot.com/2009/10/church-fiasco.html' title='The Church Cake Fiasco'/><author><name>CureForCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072325015426473551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6_FYjxUfziQ/Sr7Lnc6NbwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lgvU8_dtvl8/S220/S7300525.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971180848244447957.post-6743966503314803980</id><published>2009-09-30T21:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T22:21:42.844-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holy Spirit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mental illness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='denial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='symptoms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='projection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hypochondria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='father'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother'/><title type='text'>Sypmtoms part 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Denial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My mother does not know that she has a psychological problem. "I do not have a problem and I know it.  I have peace from God.  I am fine" she explains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result, she refuses to seek treatment. ("I am not going to submit to any mental health examination because I don't have any problems. Got that? Do you understand?")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On some level she must realize that there &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;something wrong, and that is what scares her to death.  The mere suggestion that seeking help would be beneficial will cause her to become highly defensive or provoke her outbursts of anger.  She is afraid that we will try and have her committed to a local mental hospital.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She has recently tried finding ways to "prove" that she is not mentally ill.  It is impossible because "the Holy Spirit gives [her] a sound mind," she says, once again quoting the Bible out of context.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasoning with her is impossible. She will simply tune you out and shout over you "please leave me alone. Stop this now! I don't have this problem."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Projection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Denial and projection go hand in hand.  Since she does not have any problems at all, it must be everyone else that has the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is convinced that everyone wrongly believes that she is mentally ill because, in fact, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everyone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is mentally ill. As a hypochondriac, she sees her difficulties as being physically-caused and believes that the rest of us can't "see the truth" because of our own mental deficits. "I hope that you will someday understand about my health and menopause" she recently wrote to my brother, referencing one of the many physical conditions that she supposedly suffers from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You need to tell our children that I do not have a mental illness.  You have been off in your head. I have not been diagnosed and I'm not going to be" she told my father today.  The main recipient of her verbal attacks is my father.  "You need to have your head examined" seems to be one her favorite phrases. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She more often tells him that he has a problem than he tells her.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;That, of course, is another problem entirely.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971180848244447957-6743966503314803980?l=cureforcrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cureforcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/6743966503314803980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cureforcrazy.blogspot.com/2009/09/sypmtoms-part-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971180848244447957/posts/default/6743966503314803980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971180848244447957/posts/default/6743966503314803980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cureforcrazy.blogspot.com/2009/09/sypmtoms-part-4.html' title='Sypmtoms part 4'/><author><name>CureForCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072325015426473551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6_FYjxUfziQ/Sr7Lnc6NbwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lgvU8_dtvl8/S220/S7300525.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971180848244447957.post-2674537838359633472</id><published>2009-09-29T20:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T23:38:22.637-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perception'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holy Spirit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mental illness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monologue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='temperaments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='treacherous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religious'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discernment'/><title type='text'>Symptoms part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Discernment"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My mother believes that she is able to see, notice, realize, or understand things that others are not able to perceive.  She calls this "gift" discernment. Having this "gift from God" means that she is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always &lt;/span&gt;right about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm telling you the truth, as it comes from the Holy Spirit, through me" she has said, in attempt to explain how everything that she believes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;must &lt;/span&gt;be true. She knows everything, she's just "not understood by anyone" she says. ("You're the one that needs the understanding here. I've got the understanding.")  In fact, everyone else does not know the truth because, unlike her, "they are all deceived."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can you read what's going on his mind?" my father asked her during a recent discussion, after she made paranoid accusations against another person.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes. I can read people quite well" she replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is very critical of others yet refuses to acknowledge any of her own faults. Correcting any misinformation that she may have is a futile effort.  She will say that you are a "know-it-all" and will suggest that "your head might explode."  She does not allow anyone time to argue against her opinions anyhow. She talks in long monologues, seldom allowing anyone else to speak.  Her monologues are quite repetitive; she will often repeat the same ideas or phrases over and over.  She will even become fixated on certain words, such as "treacherous" or "egregious," and will use them at every opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves to use religious references and often quotes bible verses out of context. If you do not agree with everything that she says then it is because "a prophet is not heard in their own country." She will tell you that "you're not on the right spiritual wavelength. You're on a satanic one.  You're not on God's."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She views herself as some sort of martyr and says that she knows "exactly how Jesus Christ felt on the cross" because she, too, has been rejected and mistreated by others.  She will say that she knows &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;exactly &lt;/span&gt;how anyone else feels, for example, a person who is seriously ill. ("He has cancer? I know &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;exactly &lt;/span&gt;how he feels because I am so sick and I feel so bad all the time and...")  She will minimize others' struggles, no matter how great, in an effort to make her own seem important.    ("Oh, she has heart disease? Well, my heart was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; much pain last December; I knew that I was going to die. It was such an intense pain and I...")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also believes that she is somehow better than everyone else in the world.  She looks down on others because, in her opinion, they do not eat as well as she does, or spend their money as wisely as she would, or perhaps because they are not as religious as she is. ("They're such new Christians... They have not been taught.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She explains others' behaviors, which she views negatively, based on a book she read about "temperaments."  She refers to everyone else that she knows as being "strong-willed" or having a "sneaky temperament."  She herself, however, supposedly has a "compliant temperament."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one else will ever be able to reach her level of perfection.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971180848244447957-2674537838359633472?l=cureforcrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cureforcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/2674537838359633472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cureforcrazy.blogspot.com/2009/09/symptoms-part-3.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971180848244447957/posts/default/2674537838359633472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971180848244447957/posts/default/2674537838359633472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cureforcrazy.blogspot.com/2009/09/symptoms-part-3.html' title='Symptoms part 3'/><author><name>CureForCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072325015426473551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6_FYjxUfziQ/Sr7Lnc6NbwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lgvU8_dtvl8/S220/S7300525.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971180848244447957.post-5543457096781779123</id><published>2009-09-28T16:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T22:25:58.557-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mental illness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anxiety'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='father'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hopeless'/><title type='text'>Something needs to be done</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I just don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, after church, I was talking to the pastor about my parents' situation, which he knows about.  He commented how sad it was that they are unable to truly "live" their lives together.  He agrees that my dad needs to do something soon.  He even said that if she doesn't end up killing him first, the stress is going to give him a heart attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three hours later, there I was, calling 9-1-1, at my dad's request, because he had very sharp chest pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctors say that his heart is fine.  It appears that the whole thing was anxiety-related.  I can't say that surprises me at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, this brings us back to the original problem.  Something needs to be done.  I cannot allow &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her &lt;/span&gt;mental illness to kill him too.  It's simply not fair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971180848244447957-5543457096781779123?l=cureforcrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cureforcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/5543457096781779123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cureforcrazy.blogspot.com/2009/09/something-needs-to-be-done.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971180848244447957/posts/default/5543457096781779123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971180848244447957/posts/default/5543457096781779123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cureforcrazy.blogspot.com/2009/09/something-needs-to-be-done.html' title='Something needs to be done'/><author><name>CureForCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072325015426473551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6_FYjxUfziQ/Sr7Lnc6NbwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lgvU8_dtvl8/S220/S7300525.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971180848244447957.post-5691091986159677392</id><published>2009-09-27T14:18:00.031-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T22:24:46.002-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mental illness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='symptoms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lethargy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cyberchondria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hypochondria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother'/><title type='text'>Symptoms part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hypochondria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My mother has a long list of ever-changing yet always-present physical "ailments."  Her hypochondria has escalated in recent years as a result of the internet.  She is now a cyberchondriac, which according to Webster's New Word Dictionary means that she is "a hypochondriac who imagines that he or she has a particular disease based on medical information gleamed from the Internet."  She will read about an obscure medical condition either online or in a book and will quickly become convinced that she suffers from that illness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She truly believes that she is deathly ill.  "I'm dying" or "I feel like I'm going to die" she will often say. Although she has said that she would be better off "with God" instead of "on this earth," it is clear that she fears death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result of her numerous imagined illnesses she has a very large supply of nutritional supplements.  She believes that each new purchase will be the one that will somehow solve her physical problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has a very strict diet.  There are numerous foods that she refuses to eat because she believes that she is allergic to them, or that they are not good for people with her blood type, or because they may be contaminated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; overweight and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;does &lt;/span&gt;have one allergy, however most of her illnesses only exist inside her imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, after many complaints of a supposed UTI she went to the doctor, who of course found no such infection.  She arrived home still insisting that she is ill, it's just that the doctor couldn't see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She enjoys letting people know how sick she is.  So much so, in fact, that her pastor's wife has found it difficult to speak to her on Sunday mornings, knowing that she would be stuck listening to her complaints and unable to greet any of the other churchgoers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She complains almost nonstop to anyone who will listen. ("I am too tired."  "I am so thirsty."  "I feel like I could die."  "I am too hot."  "I am so sick."  "It stinks in here."  "I can not keep up with it all."  "There is too much to do.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Failure to Take Responsibility for Own Actions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My mother refuses to acknowledge that she has contributed to any of her own problems.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She believes that she is unable to lose weight because of her metabolism, or "mercury poisoning," or her thyroid, or... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; else, except for her lack of exercise and her refusal to change her diet.  She even blames the pediatrician, who instructed her parents, to feed her Karo syrup as an infant. That, she says, is what set her up to be overweight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lethargy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My mother's daily routine consists of sleeping, eating, and sitting on the couch with her laptop.  She has not been employed for many years.  She does not like light, and prefers to sit in the dark instead of opening up the curtains.  Her lack of personal hygiene is also disturbing.  She dislikes any form of exercise.  She will not even go for a walk in her neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more to come.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971180848244447957-5691091986159677392?l=cureforcrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cureforcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/5691091986159677392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cureforcrazy.blogspot.com/2009/09/symptoms-part-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971180848244447957/posts/default/5691091986159677392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971180848244447957/posts/default/5691091986159677392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cureforcrazy.blogspot.com/2009/09/symptoms-part-2.html' title='Symptoms part 2'/><author><name>CureForCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072325015426473551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6_FYjxUfziQ/Sr7Lnc6NbwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lgvU8_dtvl8/S220/S7300525.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971180848244447957.post-4117097194867310587</id><published>2009-09-27T10:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T22:25:58.557-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mental illness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='symptoms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paranoia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paranoid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='father'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother'/><title type='text'>Symptoms</title><content type='html'>Let's talk about symptoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paranoia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My mother is constantly worried about anything and everything. "I'm so worried right now" she will often say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She believes that "everyone gangs up on" her.  She is not able to trust anyone, as she believes that everyone is out to get her. She says that she can only trust in God.  This means that she in unable to form a close relationship with anyone.  It caused an alienation of family members who do not want to be around her.  She does not trust her own spouse and believes that he would cheat on her if given the opportunity.  She often accuses him of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She believes that others want to hide things from her.  She reads her husband's e-mails and still accuses him of deceit.  ("You say 'I'm on the phone' but you don't say who you're calling.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She often feels that she has been emotionally hurt by others.  She initially likes new acquaintances, only to develop a sense of distrust over time.  She will misinterpret their actions or statements. ("I could just tell by the way she looked at me" she'll say.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She fears that there are "scopers" watching her house in order to break into it.  This means that she is afraid of leaving the house alone because it could be broken into while she's gone.  She never answers her phone, preferring to listen to answering machine messages, since she thinks that calls could actually be from the "scopers," wanting to find out when she is at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is afraid of everything.  Even a simple insect entering the house will send her into a panic. Daily life has to be hard when everything has become so troublesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971180848244447957-4117097194867310587?l=cureforcrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cureforcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/4117097194867310587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cureforcrazy.blogspot.com/2009/09/symptoms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971180848244447957/posts/default/4117097194867310587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971180848244447957/posts/default/4117097194867310587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cureforcrazy.blogspot.com/2009/09/symptoms.html' title='Symptoms'/><author><name>CureForCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072325015426473551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6_FYjxUfziQ/Sr7Lnc6NbwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lgvU8_dtvl8/S220/S7300525.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971180848244447957.post-5481606381725084983</id><published>2009-09-26T21:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T22:26:29.094-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mental illness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mental health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='support'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='father'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother'/><title type='text'>In search of a cure</title><content type='html'>According to the National Institute of Mental Health, "an  estimated 26.2 percent of Americans ages 18 and older — about one in four adults — suffer from a diagnosable mental disorder."  Mental illness is very prevalent in our society, yet far too often goes undiagnosed and untreated.  My family and I have been greatly affected by this disease. Here I hope to share my story, not so much in an effort to entertain potential readers, but with the hope that I might find and offer support to others who have been affected, and that I myself might be able to find some way to help my family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971180848244447957-5481606381725084983?l=cureforcrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cureforcrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/5481606381725084983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cureforcrazy.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-search-of-cure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971180848244447957/posts/default/5481606381725084983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971180848244447957/posts/default/5481606381725084983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cureforcrazy.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-search-of-cure.html' title='In search of a cure'/><author><name>CureForCrazy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072325015426473551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6_FYjxUfziQ/Sr7Lnc6NbwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lgvU8_dtvl8/S220/S7300525.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
