When I was 10 years old,my parent asked me If I would like to be sent to a tutor home to improve my studies,that time I was young and I agreed,my studies did improve but leaving home wasn’t a good choice for my mental health,leaving home and being caned by my tutor daily defitnately cause a bad effect on my mental health
Nearly 4 years after my diagnosis,I wrote a letter to my psychiatrist and I DECIDED that I want to stop medication,I taper off and got off completely after 2 months,during the 10 months period I stopped my medication it was a mixture of good and bad,I feel i wasn’t taking something bad for my health but I wasn’t functioning very well either,a lot a lot of people told me to get back on medication and I finally did after 10 months
What about you people??What big decision have you ever made for yourself or for your family??Did it end up being a good decision or bad one??
I no longer speak to any of my family. Still seems the right thing for me to do but does leave me in limbo a lot. Also means there is no get out of jail card, so to speak. Meaning I’m pretty much on my own to deal with life.
When I was 21 I threw all the stuff I could in back of my pick-up truck, I had at the time, and I moved to Las Vegas. Things were going well for a while. I had a job as a booth cashier at one of the local casinos. It was called the Goldcoast casino. I liked it there and everything was going fine for about ten months. Then things started to head south. my girlfriend at the time was cheating on me and it hit me really hard. Its also the time frame when I started to get sick. At first I just started loosing my ability to concentrate and focus on things. Then I started having problems being around people. I moved home back to illinois. it was probably about 6 months later that I started hearing voices. though I managed barely for a while. I moved from job to job. I didnt know what was happening to me at the time and the stress of being at work just made things worse. So I bounced around a lot with jobs. It wasnt until I was 26 and trying to go back to school that I had a complete breakdown and I was taken to the family psychiatrist. Thats when I was put onto medicine. Sorry kind of gotten of track a bit. Moving to Las Vegas that was my big decision.
I’ve never felt that active in my life. My decisions in the past were made of stubborn pride and anger. Some of my most dangerous decisions were made when I wasn’t stable. That didn’t get me very far.
For me it seems like one thing just led to another. It sort of all flowed from one thing to something else and it all felt very… out of my hands.
These past two to three years are really the only time I feel like I’ve actively made decisions in my life. I decided to try for this better job. I was really beyond scared for a little while. So far this has worked out.
I’ve decided to go to school.
I’ve decided to keep pursuing the horticulture job.
In the past… my parents made the decisions… or my doc… or my care team. It’s taken a while for me to feel like I’m taking an active part in my life.
A Lot of reasons. Pretty much support has always been non existence. After I got some repressed memories it was the last straw. Doesn’t put many of the family members in a good light. They know where I am if they want talk about it. But been like three years now. They can all burn in hell for all I care and probably will.
I got clean and sober in 1990 after 3 1/2 years of crack addiction. It was a great decision. Completely changed my life for the better. No one made me; I made the decision to join AA on my own. Of course my family was happy about it.