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A therapist reflects on her time with patients, and her time as a patient.
Gerri Luce LCSW
As I live alone, this event–passing out and hitting my head–scared me. It frightened me more than my stroke. If the fall had resulted in a brain bleed, I could have died.
Since my last post at the end of February, my health has continued to decline and I’ve been totally exhausted.
Since the theme of National Eating Disorders Awareness Week this year is “COME AS YOU ARE,” I’ve decided to get as real as possible and post photos of my dentures.
2018 has been an important year in raising awareness and fighting the stigma of mental health.Tragically, several
celebrities took their own lives.
I officially started back to work on Wednesday, November 7th, after some unexpected IT issues (which I should have expected after being out of work for five months!).
The "Out of the Darkness Walk" — and other events of the day — reinforced my feelings of exceptional gratitude I first realized when I was inpatient in the rehabilitation center.
Given the tragic events of this past summer with two celebrity suicides, this month, September of 2018 is a crucial month to stand up and support suicide awareness and prevention.
When I was in the rehabilitation center after my stroke, they sent the psychologist to talk to me. He said it was because of my history of depression.
I didn’t know how long I’d be there, I had no idea what my discharge plan would be, what my prognosis was. The stroke had affected my left side and my cognitive function,
I never thought about the possibility that life could change overnight.
FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE, May 3, 2018. The nation’s first ‘Walk for Borderline Personality Disorder’ to raise awareness and advocate for change. May 20th, 2018 in New York City.
I was cruising in my new VW when one thought occurred. I was terrified I wouldn’t remember. I never got the opportunity to have a relationship with my mother as a healthy adult.
May is both Mental Health Awareness Month and the 10th Borderline Personality Disorder Awareness Month!
On Tuesday, January 16th, Zoe’s vet and I made the difficult decision to put her at peace. There was something different about her that day.
I don’t recall when I stopped making New Year’s resolutions, maybe two years ago, maybe four; this practice just wasn’t working for me.
I realized my cat, Zoe was losing even more weight; as I held her I could distinctly feel her bony spine.
I wanted to gain weight because I didn’t feel well, I had no energy and I continued to live with the consequences of my twenty-six year-long battle with anorexia every day.
I couldn’t believe it was actually me. At work, for the last two weeks, I’ve been in an intensive training learning a new computer platform for documenting notes.
It’s the day after Thanksgiving and I have so much to be grateful for this year.
I was finally diagnosed with SIBO, a gut issue, that has wreaked havoc and remains unresolved.
I haven’t posted in a while but life continues to explode. Zoe is doing well; I finally got her to the vet last week on the fourth try. I swear that cat has a sixth sense.
I put her down gently, she took a few steps and collapsed on the floor. It was almost as she was unable to bear her own weight.
This past Friday and Saturday, I had the opportunity to attend a conference presented by the NASSPD or the North American Society for the Study of Personality Disorders.
I was having a great time during the years that led up to my first hospitalization from anorexia. My career as a promotion development manager in New York City was taking off.
Over a year ago, I saw a call for submissions for stories from individuals who have recovered from borderline personality disorder.
The idea that therapy with my long-time psychiatrist Dr. Adena is over for good has not sunk all the in way yet.
I knew it would happen, but it took a year. One of the hospitals that I cover as part of my work is the psychiatric hospital to which I was admitted numerous times since 1990.
I returned this past Thursday from what may have been my first real vacation since 2005, when my brother generously sent me and my cousin Jamie to Paris.
It has been quite a while since I’ve posted. I realize that the last time that I didn’t post for this long, I was severely depressed and it led to a suicide attempt.
Today, April 24, 2016 is the 3rd anniversary of my father’s death. He died after spending 10 days in Cavalry Hospital in the Bronx, NY which is devoted to palliative care.
Gerri Luce is a licensed clinical social worker who publishes under a pseudonym.