My cancer diagnosis affected how I view verbal abuse. No one wants to hear the dreaded c-word after visiting their doctor repeatedly for medical issues. Unfortunately, my life was forever changed last year when my specialist called to tell me I had cancer after spending a year going through tests and scans. I quickly realized how my ailing physical health could help improve my life choices. 
Regret and anxiety often go together for me. One of the challenging aspects of anxiety is the focus on past events. The difficulty with this is that it often prompts you to focus on past events that were stressful, troubling, and uncomfortable instead of positive experiences that brought about good feelings. Accompanying those memories of past events are feelings of regret and anxiety.
I've always struggled with saying hello and goodbye -- neither comes naturally to me. Another is publicly talking about myself and sharing experiences about my recovery. So, writing at the Debunking Addiction Blog for HealthyPlace has been firmly outside my comfort zone, which is not bad -- recovery should involve challenges and moving away from familiarity. However, aspects of fearlessly discussing my alcoholism online come at the cost of increased anxiety or uneasiness.
A few months ago, I saw #GirlDinner trending on social media. After reading about it, I realized it's a gateway to eating disorders, or at least disordered eating. Let's see why girl dinner can be dangerous. 
Saying goodbye is not something I enjoy. It is something I typically avoid. Writing a goodbye letter to a space that gave me a voice makes me feel gutted and afraid. One of my favorite writers says, "People and opportunities come into our lives for a reason, a season, or a lifetime." Writing "Debunking Addiction" happened during a season when I didn't have adequate support on my sobriety journey. I needed a space to openly and honestly communicate my experiences as an alcohol-free human living in an alcohol-obsessed culture. 
October 8th was International Lesbian Day, and in celebration of this day, I thought I would cover one of my favorite topics: lesbian breakups. Breaking up is hard, no matter your gender or sexuality. I know because I've lived all along the gender and sexuality spectrum, and I've survived a lot of breakups. I've had breakups with straight men, gay men, bisexual men, bisexual women, and, oh, lesbians. Hands down, the most challenging breakup I've had has been with my most recent lesbian-identified relationship. 
We each have successes in our lives, but can we use our successes to increase self-esteem? We all have made goals and achieved them, whether small or large. Yet oftentimes, we overlook these successes when life gets to be overwhelming. Have you forgotten your own successes, or even your inherent worth, when life gets to be too much? In today's post, I would like to remind all of us that self-esteem can be boosted by our successes. 
One thing life guarantees is that there will be changes in recovery. As fall rolls in, I've reflected on all the changes that come with a new season (temperature, holidays, sunlight, etc.) Life is full of changes, whether environmental (like the seasons), personal, or professional. Changes are difficult for anyone but can be especially difficult for those recovering from a mental illness. So, during change, I ask myself, "What can I do to find a sense of stability and handle my anxiety?"
Initially, facing verbal abuse made me angry. Each individual can have many different experiences when facing verbal abuse. These circumstances can create a multitude of side effects, ranging from mild to extreme. In some cases, victims of verbal abuse may be angry, lash out at others, and continue the unhealthy cycle.
As a recovering gambling addict, I understand that vulnerabilities play a significant role in amplifying the allure of gambling. Addiction knows no bounds; it is not limited to age, gender, financial standing, or background. However, some are more susceptible to gambling addiction due to their vulnerabilities. 

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Karen Mae Vister
Thanks for the feedback. I like to think my experiences can make a difference for someone else, so this meant a lot to read.
Helpless Human
Same happened to me through the years, I used hardworking as a coping mechanism to bring my self perception from black to white.
you know what white and black mean to BPD.
Macy R.
Hi,Believe me its not hard to feel like a baby while wearing a diaper and rubberpants for bedwetting! Just after i turned 12,i started my puberty and the bedwetting came along with it.My parents got me cloth diapers,diaper pins,rubberpants,babypowder,and diaper rash ointment from various websites.The diapers were thick,just like regular baby diapers and the diaper pins were in pink,yellow and blue and some with teddy bear and duck heads!The rubberpants they got me were in adult size in pastel colors and some with nursery prints on them that i wasn't overly crazy about.Every night before bedtime,i took a quick shower,while mom laid the folded diaper in the center of my bed with the pins,and rubberpants beside it.After my shower, i had to lay down naked on the diaper,mom would rub the rash ointment on me then apply the babypowder.The diaper was then brought up and the corners pinned with the diaper pins.After the diaper was adjusted,i would raise up my legs and mom would pull the rubberpants up my legs and over the diaper and adjust them.Since they were adult size,they fit me blousy and bulged out.After they were on,i would put on my nightgown,go and give dad a hug,then get into bed.The rubberpants crinkled as i walked and made me feel like a baby!A couple of months later,the one night i had a pair of the nursery print rubberpants on over my diaper,and started sucking my thumb!I don't know why i did it,but it made me feel very babyish! Then a short time later,i started sucking my thumb while mom was putting the diaper and rubberpants on me and she thought it was cute! A few days later,as i was about to lay down on the diaper,mom brought out a pacifier and stuck it in my mouth and told me it is better than sucking my thumb,so from then on,i used the pacifier while mom was diapering me.My bedwetting went on all thru 13 and 14 and i got to feeling more and more like a baby! When i was 14,i had my first sleepover with two of my closest friends and they watched mom put the diaper and rubberpants on me,then they told me they wanted to be diapered also,so mom put a diaper and rubberpants on them also,so i wasnt the only one in a diaper!My bedwetting went on all thru 14 and two months into 15 and that was hard,being 15 and like a baby at night.My bedwetting ended and mom was sad that she didnt get to diaper me anymore.The last time i wore the diaper and rubberpants was on my confirmation day in May under my required white floor length dress with the veil.I had the required white tights over them and mom loved it!
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Trust someone that had allergic reaction with 8 bottles, If God does not want you in Heaven yet
you will not die!
I did all those things you regret not doing.. I brought my .3 children up alone, everything home cooked, took them everywhere, tried to be the perfect mom. They would admit this, but as they got into their early 20s, they began to discard me and it's now all about their partners parents. They have even tracked down their long lost father and all is forgotten. My long years of struggle don't matter,. So I don't think you need to beat yourself up because you didn't make home cooked meals..I know of terrible parents who's adult children adore them. It's the luck of the draw how they turn out, however good or bad you brought them up. I could not have done more, yet mine have no time for mem. I'm done with the crying after so many years of this....I'm now just numb...i will never really from a broken heart.