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About Meee
I'm Emilee, with 3 E's. As opposed to Emily with a -y; or an -ie; or an -eigh. If you're thinking to yourself, "But Emilee, there are only 2 E's at the end of your name, not 3."
I would say, “You're right! But we can't just leave that beginning E behind like she never even existed, can we? It's not her fault she's not at the end with the other 2 E's and sometimes gets overlooked!”
And that, ladies and gentlequeers (and straight men too, I guess), is just some evidence of the glaring abandonment issues that I never realized I had....until I started seeing a therapist.
For the first 25 years of my life, I thought my mental health was the pinnacle of my overall well-being! It sure seemed like it to me, anyway. And if you asked pretty much everyone else who knew me, they would probably think so too!
I was the one always talking my friends off a cliff and supplying the level-headed opinion every trivial argument needed. Which is part of what made the years AFTER the first 25--the current ones; the ones where I crumbled—some of my most challenging, vulnerable, and uncomfortable days yet.
But luckily for me, and now you, too, those days also brought with them growth, courage I didn't know I had, and countless lessons learned.
And as I continue to process my trauma and manage my incredibly debilitating PMS symptoms, all while navigating through adult-life WITHOUT a neurotypical pre-frontal cortex, I will continue to learn and share my experiences to help others who are struggling or those who are trying their best to support loved ones who are struggling.
Don't get me wrong--I'm doing this for me too! Writing and reflecting here is very therapeutic. Because, after all: SHAME CAN'T REMAIN WHEN IT'S PROCLAIMED. It doesn't survive after it's spoken. The release of your shame starts at the end of your voicing it.
This blog is where I will continue to let my story, not only have a voice, but be heard. (Unfortunately I've found that there is a difference between the two).
I believe that shame statement wholeheartedly, and I also believe in being the change you wish to see (props, Gandhi). Add those two core-beliefs together, and the sum equals this blog.
Shame is an unfortunately typical symptom of many mental health issues. When you read through my blog, you will see posts about:
LIVING, LEARNING, LOVING, SURVIVING, FAILING, COPING, WORKING, RELAXING, TRUSTING, and THRIVING with
Enter: a mental disorder* TRIFECTA; a recipe for interpersonal disaster; the parts of me who now have been named and can therefore no longer hide behind avoidant behavior and distorted thought patterns anymore. (Though, truthfully, sometimes I still do).
Enter: the true-to-herself Emilee.
Enter: Navigating Life With [dis]Order(s).
Enter: You. >> To the blog!
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*It Is noteworthy to mention that some don't consider PTSD a mental disorder or mental illness, rather a psychological injury; a brain injury; a change in brain chemistry.
I would say, “You're right! But we can't just leave that beginning E behind like she never even existed, can we? It's not her fault she's not at the end with the other 2 E's and sometimes gets overlooked!”
And that, ladies and gentlequeers (and straight men too, I guess), is just some evidence of the glaring abandonment issues that I never realized I had....until I started seeing a therapist.
For the first 25 years of my life, I thought my mental health was the pinnacle of my overall well-being! It sure seemed like it to me, anyway. And if you asked pretty much everyone else who knew me, they would probably think so too!
I was the one always talking my friends off a cliff and supplying the level-headed opinion every trivial argument needed. Which is part of what made the years AFTER the first 25--the current ones; the ones where I crumbled—some of my most challenging, vulnerable, and uncomfortable days yet.
But luckily for me, and now you, too, those days also brought with them growth, courage I didn't know I had, and countless lessons learned.
And as I continue to process my trauma and manage my incredibly debilitating PMS symptoms, all while navigating through adult-life WITHOUT a neurotypical pre-frontal cortex, I will continue to learn and share my experiences to help others who are struggling or those who are trying their best to support loved ones who are struggling.
Don't get me wrong--I'm doing this for me too! Writing and reflecting here is very therapeutic. Because, after all: SHAME CAN'T REMAIN WHEN IT'S PROCLAIMED. It doesn't survive after it's spoken. The release of your shame starts at the end of your voicing it.
This blog is where I will continue to let my story, not only have a voice, but be heard. (Unfortunately I've found that there is a difference between the two).
I believe that shame statement wholeheartedly, and I also believe in being the change you wish to see (props, Gandhi). Add those two core-beliefs together, and the sum equals this blog.
Shame is an unfortunately typical symptom of many mental health issues. When you read through my blog, you will see posts about:
LIVING, LEARNING, LOVING, SURVIVING, FAILING, COPING, WORKING, RELAXING, TRUSTING, and THRIVING with
- Complex Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (C-PTSD)
- Pre-Menstrual Dysphoric Disorder (PMDD)
- Attention Deficit Disorder (ADD)
Enter: a mental disorder* TRIFECTA; a recipe for interpersonal disaster; the parts of me who now have been named and can therefore no longer hide behind avoidant behavior and distorted thought patterns anymore. (Though, truthfully, sometimes I still do).
Enter: the true-to-herself Emilee.
Enter: Navigating Life With [dis]Order(s).
Enter: You. >> To the blog!
________________________
*It Is noteworthy to mention that some don't consider PTSD a mental disorder or mental illness, rather a psychological injury; a brain injury; a change in brain chemistry.
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ok, you ready for some fun stuff now?Thanks for reading a little bit about me! But let's avoid those depressive or unfocused thoughts for a minute to learn a bit more, shall we?
Oh yeah, and if you're someone who's thinking, "What unfocused and depressive thoughts? Why'd she say that?" That likely means that you also happen to be someone who (pardon my graphic language) poops rainbows and has an entourage of butterflies that follows you around. And if you're that person, who's always butterflies and rainbows, then you can just soak all that fluttering ROY-G-BIV right up instead of avoiding anything... as you learn more about me. (: *Three cheers for the neuro-typicals reading!* 
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