Cancer

Hi, my name is Blonde1970. I'm here because

#MightyTogether #Anxiety #Depression #Cancer

Indeed peace please give me the time to say peace of mind body and soul is the darkest light, from the darkness soul.
Indeed a man with no family to call his family, family?
Indeed that's the new world I live in now, the cry is called crying out loud.
Indeed I see the light from the darkest room in this room, from the embarrassments I live in from the so called family now I see how money is the rule of evil!
Indeed that's the pain how much pain is to much, WOW and it still painfully pain!
Indeed that's my mental health system inside of me dealing with the tears of hurt a shame of the so-called family and friends!
Indeed one day about this time I was posting something on my mind at that time, and someone wrote something that maked me feel real bad inside of me.
The Mighty community is good all the time to me and thanks to the one's that listen, that give me that peace of mind I look forward to from the special people, like me.
Indeed my mother my best friend is pass away from cancer and I miss my best friend!
Indeed to not honor your parent's is bad, I honor my parents but my so called sisters didn't!
Indeed and I tried calling no help at all just greedy want the money!
Indeed my mother no funeral for her I try to Green miles one day back to back just me and mom do.
Indeed the image's of her suffering in my face is more pain mom do took a hole out of me, that green miles worked I was about 95 lb soaking wet from 160 lb!
Indeed my mother is inside of me dealing with the tears of hurt a shame of the so-called family got me like a ghost!
Indeed its good to be back here to the mighty community
see y'all soon peace and love just richard.

A little over a month ago, I posted about noticing a change in my medication’s effectiveness after the manufacturer changed and how I suspected it was the dye used because I felt repulsed by the taste when I took my daily dose.
Turns out, after reading my medication info pamphlet, the dye used was most definitely the issue. Yesterday, my doctor ordered a different dose for me to start - it’s the same manufacturer, just higher dose, so the dyes used are different to help distinguish appearance.

The troublesome inactive ingredient for my lower dose is the controversial Red dye 3 - banned in multiple countries and scientists have petitioned the FDA to have it completely banned with no action taken except for banned use in cosmetics.

While noted that the cancer was a result from high doses of daily ingestion, it’s commonly used in the US and it’s fair to suspect any prolonged daily use would ultimately cause same result. With some comparative endocrinology knowledge, the mechanism for how it causes cancer in rats by reducing T3 circulation and increasing TSH secretion is not something that would only impact rats. It’s an endocrine disrupter - and the hormones involved would be considered applicable to humans’ processes as well; insanely low dose or high dose does not necessarily make a difference.

This may also explain weird fatigue, upset stomachs, and increase in migraine attacks for myself recently after 2 months of ingesting my daily medication made with this Red dye 3. Luckily, recent blood tests show my TSH levels are within normal limits, but there has been an increase since the change occurred and in December of last year.

Lastly, Red dye 3 has been shown to have hyperactivity and hypersensitivity side effects, too, which would explain why my ADHD medication didn’t seem as effective.
While my new dose has a less controversial red dye (red dye 40), I will be mindful to be aware of side effects and notify my doctor to specifically prescribe for manufacturers that do not use the controversial dyes. This could cause delays in receiving my medication, but it’s better than continuing to ingest something that can give me cancer and causes my medication to be less effective.

So just a reminder how important it is to check those inactive ingredients because they DO make a difference.

#ADHD #ChronicFatigue #ChronicIllness #ADHDInGirls

#CPTSD #Abuse #DBT #Relationships #Healing (TW:SI&Abuse)

Mother's Day is a bittersweet day for me. I am the luckiest mom in the world to the most incredible human. I'm amazed that this tiny person has blossomed into a young lady challenging the world. It's like looking in a mirror, and it makes my heart happy to her creativity, thoughtfulness and loving and caring soul. You'd be proud. The reason she's turning into that person a for very different reasons than I did. Here are the things I am willing to thank you for in teaching me how to parent, but for what most adults would.

I swore I was never getting married or having children. I never wanted to end up with a broken life, and a child from a broken home. Fast forward to that's where I am since you've passed. The 5 month period of death of the step-monster, grandmother, then you and the falling apart of the family left me holding a big bag of grief that my partner didn't want to be a part of.

There were some happy memories, overshadowed by the abuse I had to learn to live my life around. To keep safe. There's many years still blocked out, but the layers uncovered are the most painful.

I was just like you, despite how many times you told me you hated me because I was exactly like my father. You brainwashed all 3 of us children about what an evil man he was. I swore to never speak ill of my child's father, and I stand by that despite how difficult it can be. I've now lived in your shoes, struggled without child support and making ends meet due to co-parent's bad choices.

When my daughter was the age I was when the sexual abuse was happening right in front of you, and you did nothing. You blamed me for the rest of your life up until the end that I was the cause of all your misery. Shipping me off to live with my grandparents for that short time was the only good memories from childhood. Until cancer took them both and I had no choice but to return to you.

How you instilled hatred of me to my siblings was something that looking back on it now, they knew not what they did. When I came to you for help when Grandpa was terminal, I was so scared losing the only person I had in my life to protect me from you. He was the only one who would stop the beatings once we were living with him after Grandma passed.

When you encouraged me me to suicide because it would make your life easier, that was something that will forever be with me. You beat me so often because of your undiagnosed mental illness that the coping mechanisms I had to learn early, I've had to unlearn as an adult.

The bruises healed, the bloody injuries gone, but I'm still trying to unwrap my sense of worth because of your venom. Seeing friends Mother's Day posts on social media is too much as I didn't have the same experiences that most do.

What you did teach me are all the things NOT to do in raising my little Mini Me. Her feelings matter, her opinions matter and I'll always take the time to listen.

She's the only thing I'm able to invest myself in outside of my job. I can't keep relationships, despite my stabs at therapy because there are a lot of broken people out there. Because of the Generational Trauma that stopped with me I can give her tools for her toolkit vs bruises and excuses.

Your son is just like you, and I hope that you can see the mess his family is. Multiple charges of domestic abuse, children he isn't allowed to see, and a wife living in a shelter. Both beautiful granddaughters of yours living in a group home because I was unable to take them in. That broke my heart dealing with CAS retelling stories of what the abuse looked like, so they could understand how to deal with him and reluctance to change. Or seek help that isn't alcoholism.

Everything fell apart when my sister passed. You being sick the same time was devastating to me. But you were more concerned about yourself. She was terminal, but you were struggling with your disease progression, so I understand now the way you acted crazy. Your nephew turned out amazing despite his rough start losing his mom as a toddler. That's the other reason this day hurts because the day she passed was the day before your birthday. And a week before Mother's Day.

You've taught me the mother not to be, so I thank you for that. You apologized the best way a narcissist knows how near the end so I've had to interpret it the best I can through therapy.

My daughter is awesome, you'd be proud someone broke the cycle. Happy Mother's Day to any readers who also struggle this day. This Mama tries her best to remember that I'm a great mom, even on days when I feel I'm not. We don't have to repeat what was taught to us. The day you passed was the first day I finally felt healing begin, though it's been a decade I've still got a way to go.

But I forgive you. I'm a survivor.