My amazing healing body

Healing is fun if also sometimes still (very) overwhelming.

Below are some tweets from the last couple of days.

My body is teaching me to get healthy. No one else knew how to do that. It’s a celebratory wonder.

My body has only ever wanted my attention…it’s always been about survival and evolution and healing…and it leads to freedom.

The body’s capacities are awe-inspiring and it’s so sad too…what we do to our bodies…shutting down these incredibly intelligent creatures

I’ve been sick since I was a child. Getting healthy is the most exciting thing I’ve ever done. I had no idea what was available with health.

The treatment from day one made sure I’d be sick my whole life. That began with excessive and unnecessary long-term antibiotic treatments.

I am having problem containing my glee as my body and mind starts feeling and understanding what health and well-being can actually be like.

Most significantly I didn’t know I was sick. I thought I was healthy. Many Americans are like this and have no idea that they are not well.

We live in a world where substandard health is considered normal and even healthy and therefore most people simply don’t realize it.

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I’m cutting and pasting the IT GETS BETTER collection below:

Beyond Meds has been a profound act of reciprocity. Thank you.

The It Gets Better Series

Last year for several weeks I republished old posts from the days when I was bedridden and unable to speak. I posted them with the contrast of the current commentary that reflected how much health I have found in the last few years of coming back from a severe iatrogenic injury caused by psychiatric drugs.

Today I’m collecting those posts so that I can add this page to the drop-down navigation menu. When I put it into the archives above I will title it “The It Gets Better Series.”  So that is what you will want to look for in the future. For now I’ve given it a different title because I wanted to underscore the fact that this blog has helped me in profound ways too. It’s never been a one way street. So I got the title from a sentence later in the post.

From the first post as way of explanation:

The “It gets better” collection is a series of republished posts from when I was gravely ill from the psych drug withdrawal process and the following protracted psychiatric drug withdrawal syndrome. So many folks out there are now going through the often heinous process of finding their way through psychiatric drug withdrawal syndrome and other iatrogenic injuries from psychiatric drugging. 

While many find their way through after weeks or months (with relative ease), for others it can take years to really get out of the deep disability and darkness it sometimes creates. I’ have reposted personal pieces from those difficult days, so that people can see how far I’ve come and find hope that they too might come out of that darkness and find some peace and joy again. I know it’s possible from my own experience and from the many who have found healing and wellness again on this journey ahead of me and with me. It was in part by trusting those who had gone ahead of me that I found the faith to continue.

During the worst of these times I was unable to sit upright in bed. I was only able to walk to the bathroom and rarely to the kitchen. My muscles became totally atrophied. I was too weak to hold a toothbrush up to my mouth and therefore went a couple of years without doing what most people consider simple acts of hygiene. I wrote with the laptop propped on my knees and my head propped up a bit with a pillow. Writing was a lifeline that helped me continue. It’s been a source of great joy to find out that my keeping this blog has helped so many others. I don’t believe I would have made it without that daily contact with others who also needed the information that was helping me so much. Among other things, this blog has been a profound act of reciprocity.

The grave disability is had for many years is no longer my reality. I am up and out of bed. I practice yoga daily. I dance, I walk and I cook and run errands and do chores. I have not achieved perfect functioning. I still can’t make firm commitments or travel. Still I can enjoy many things in life and I’ve developed a deep appreciation for what I’ve been through and how much it has taught me. Life is a wondrous thing and simply being alive is a reason to be grateful as far as I’m concerned. 

I’ll post one a week for a while and see how it goes. Most of these were written from within a dark fog of various sorts of pain and hellish sensations. I will be leaving them largely unedited, so consider that when perhaps something is not clear.

The collection:

On iatrogenic injury: Psychiatric Drugs Send 90,000 to the ER Yearly

More posts on psychiatric drug withdrawal:

See also: Peer support? This is the real thing. Free of institutionalization. (psych drug withdrawal)

For my documentation of my own journey with lots of references to what I learned on the withdrawal boards as 1000s of us were learning to get healthy see here.

*it is potentially dangerous to come off medications without careful planning. Please be sure to be well educated before undertaking any sort of discontinuation of medications. If your MD agrees to help you do so, do not assume they know how to do it well even if they claim to have experience. They are generally not trained in discontinuation and may not know how to recognize withdrawal issues. A lot of withdrawal issues are misdiagnosed to be psychiatric problems. This is why it’s good to educate oneself and find a doctor who is willing to learn with you as your partner in care. See: Psychiatric drug withdrawal and protracted withdrawal syndrome round-up

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About Monica Cassani

Author/Editor Beyond Meds: Everything Matters