Shani
  I have been a member of ChristianBlog.Com for 9 years, 27 days.

  I have published 92 blogs and 266 comments.

 My most recent blog was published: Nov 26 2017 03:38:30am

 I currently live in: Australia.
 About Shani

Just a 26 year old trying to navigate my way in this journey called life.

I am. Messy. Unrefined. Imperfect. A total work in progress. Enough.

  My Newest Blogs
Lessons from the looney bin
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published . 6 min read
When people hear, I ve been admitted to the looney bin, their automatic response is usually to stutter, change the subject or frown apologetically. It isn t exactly typical water fountain conversation. The problem with this response is that it would usually trigger shame in someone.    I ll let you in on a little secret.   I am not ashamed of being in the mental hospital. (Anymore)    When I entered here, I expected to fight the monsters inside my mind, but what I didn t expect was to fight alongside the bravest and most genuine people I ve ever come across.   I awake to the sounds of chattering nurses, high-pitched beeping machinery and rolling wheels against the grainy carpeting. Time for vitals! I hear as I will my eyes to open to the nightmare that is my reality.    Another......
My big old secret
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published . 2 min read
Shani, I know you aren t going to want to hear this. But given your symptoms, I think your depression is really bipolar 2.   I sat there, looking at the psychiatrist, dumbfounded. No, no, that doesn t seem right. No way. My mind was spinning, trying desperately to comprehend his words. In that moment, nothing seemed to make any sense.   Bipolar. The word still tastes like Vinegar.    Now it s 6 day old vinegar.    6 days since the diagnosis and most are a blur.    Bipolar. Bi-polar. Manic Depressive. No matter how I say it, it doesn t get any easier.  I have tried to use mood disorder or depressed instead because in my messed up brain, I  think it will have less stigma, but i know the truth. At the moment of diagnosis, i have gone from being that person the......
My name is shani
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published . 1 min read
My name is Shani and I m OK.   I might not be. In fact, there s a high probability that I m not. I won t admit that to you though, because I can t even truly admit it to myself. There s a voice inside my head that s screaming, desperately needing me to reach out, to let someone in, to let the people that love me be there the way they want to be, but the inability to let myself be vulnerable with anyone wins out every time. I can t show my weakness, that means I m not strong, and that is not an option, because that s all I want to be, for myself and for those close to me. So instead, I bottle those feelings up and push them down as far as I possibly can.   My name is Shani and I m OK.   You can see that I m not, but I ll continue to tell you that I am, even if there are tears streaming......
The monster and me
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published . 2 min read
Before I could name you, I thought I was nothing more than you. The monsters I thought were living under my bed were nothing compared to you, the monster in my mind—a never satisfied monster named: Shame. No matter how fast I ran in the direction of self acceptance, you’d catch up and whisper, “You are innately wrong. There is nothing good about you. You don’t matter.” You left me with a painful weight in my chest after each perceived mistake. You left me with paralysing fear after laughing loudly or talking a bit too much. You left me with my hands shaking each time I was corrected no matter how gently. You left me to spend hours locked in my dark closet letting my tears soak the carpeted floor. Soon, you got smarter. You became meaner than the bullies. You......
You know me
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published . 4 min read
You know me. I live in your town. I work in your community. I play sports, I support local charities and groups, I work hard and play hard and you say hi to me at the supermarket. You know me. You know I never served in a war, but you don’t know about the trauma that changed my life. I’ve never been in a war zone. Except for the one going on in my head. The war in my head is where my own body becomes my enemy as I struggle to slow my breathing, calm my shaking legs and stop the panic that invades every fiber of my being. I couldn’t hold a gun even if I wanted to. I know the science. Inside out, back to front. I know my body is responding physiologically to a perceived threat. I also know that right now, in this exact moment, there is no threat. But try telling that to my......
Stop apologising for existing
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published . 1 min read
Sorry. Sorry. Pardon. Excuse me. Sorry. With the onset of depression and anxiety, “sorry” became my favorite word. Sorry for bumping into you, even if you hardly noticed. Sorry my hair sticks up on one side and I’m not wearing makeup. Sorry for laughing in really uncomfortable moments. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry for not knowing what I want to really do with my life. Sorry that my leg bounces up and down and it distracts you. Sorry for stopping training sessions because my heart is not doing what it used to do. Sorry for taking up space. Sorry for being sad or scared. Sorry for not smiling as brightly as you expect me to, or for not paying you the attention you deserve when you tell me about your day. Sorry for needing a ride instead of growing up and getting a license.......
Just another mental health blog
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published . 2 min read
“You still don’t think you deserve therapy.” Barb, my psychologist finished our session with today. I sat in silence, staring deeply into her eyes. It hit me like a tonne of bricks, because she’s right. I instantly felt a nervous childish giggle creep up, which is my coping mechanism when I feel deeply uncomfortable. I’ve faithfully come to every session weekly for the last year and a half. I listen intently, take notes, do my homework, journal and take my medications mostly. In other words, I strive to be a “good patient,” one who she will enjoy working with. Is it because I’m a perfectionist? Partly. Is it because I really want to heal my trauma? Partly. But the truth is, a lot of my “overachieving” in sessions is simply a......
I see you
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published . 2 min read
Excuse me? Yes, you. Hi, there. Come sit with me for a minute. I want you to know something. I see you. I see you avoiding eye contact. I see you with your head down, staring at your feet, sure that you have nothing to offer. I see you with glazed eyes, red from tears, and a perpetual frown on your face.i see you struggling to make the “easiest” decisions. I see you faking a smile and telling those around you that of course you’re OK. I see that you believe that they don’t truly care. I see that you believe they couldn’t help even if they did. I see you. And I know. I know your pain. Your sadness. Your emptiness. I know you feel like a burden and a loser and a failure. I know you are tired, so very tired, of feeling this way. I know you are exhausted from......
My anxiety nightmare
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published . 2 min read
Today, my anxiety nightmare came true: I had a panic attack in front of my staff. I experienced my first massive panic attack when I was a young teenager. I was convinced I was having a heart attack, but I didn’t tell my mum because my grandfather had just passed away from one. I felt embarrassed and dramatic, so I decided to keep it hidden to avoid drawing attention to myself. My abuse history opened a padlocked door that’s now permanently propped open, and I never know when the next panic attack will strike. Many people would describe me as someone who never stops smiling, always makes people laugh, has the ability to instantly light up the room and just seems to effortlessly go through life - the 'Happy-go-lucky' type of girl. In my work space I am very capable and......
Bon voyage 2016
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published . 2 min read
Well, it’s the New Year, and looking back on the year that's been, boy has it been nuts! There are things I have done well, like learned a lot about myself and my demons and things I haven't done so well such as kept up on this blog. I’ve cried and mourned the passing of many stars and celebrities. I've also cried and grieved over the loss of far too many people I know and love. I've seen tragedy and destruction and families break. I've seen friendships thrown away over the most ridiculous things. I've seen the inside of the hospital far too many times and I've been poked, prodded, tested and scanned in an attempt to give my messed up body a real substantial diagnosis. All that being said, I’ve also laughed and laughed at life’s quirks......
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