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If you are in CRISIS…. Your Stories, Your Words. Write, speak, heal, live. Say the unsayable. August 7, 2014. Mental illness and service dogs. A woman living in my home city of Fargo, North Dakota is seeking a new Service Dog, and she’s going to need help to get one. The following is an excerpt from her Go Fund Me. My current Service Dog is well into retirement age and can no longer perform certain tasks that I need her to do. It is time that she is allowed to just be a dog. I have Severe Complex PTSD.

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Cancer: From a Caregiver’s Perspective | Writing for Recovery

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If you are in CRISIS…. Your Stories, Your Words. Write, speak, heal, live. Say the unsayable. July 10, 2013. Cancer: From a Caregiver’s Perspective. This story came courtesy of Cameron St. James. We had our first child three months prior to her diagnosis. Our daughter Lily brought us great joy, but my wife’s diagnosis brought us uncertainty and fear. I remember the exact day the doctors told us of her diagnosis. She had pleural mesothelioma. After the diagnosis, there were many days that I had so many ta...

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Ali Kvidt Photography: “running from myself” | Writing for Recovery

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If you are in CRISIS…. Your Stories, Your Words. Write, speak, heal, live. Say the unsayable. September 11, 2013. Ali Kvidt Photography: “running from myself”. This photograph and its accompanying words originally appeared on the blog. Page of Ali Kvidt, founder of Ali Kvidt Photography. 8220;running from myself”. 8211; Ali Kvidt. This entry was posted on Wednesday, September 11th, 2013 at 10:24 pm and posted in Uncategorized. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0. RAINN Partners...

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EXERCISE: Give the Shame Back to Those Who Hurt You | Writing for Recovery

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If you are in CRISIS…. Your Stories, Your Words. Write, speak, heal, live. Say the unsayable. August 24, 2013. EXERCISE: Give the Shame Back to Those Who Hurt You. NOTE: I am not a psychologist. This is not intended to be a substitute for personalized, professional care. I am merely posting these tips and exercises for anyone who may find them helpful. Although these are excerpts from a book called The Nice Girl Syndrome. I have read several chapters of the book The Nice Girl Syndrome. If you believe it ...

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“Still I Rise” by Maya Angelou | Writing for Recovery

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If you are in CRISIS…. Your Stories, Your Words. Write, speak, heal, live. Say the unsayable. July 3, 2013. 8220;Still I Rise” by Maya Angelou. I don’t think it’s any secret that Maya Angelou (1928 – present) is ranked among the most influential and inspirational women writers. Not only has she published seven autobiographies, five books of essays, and several books of poetry; she also overcame childhood trauma and channeled her experiences into her written work. Eventually she became involved in the Civ...

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Privilege and Peace of Mind | Writing for Recovery

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If you are in CRISIS…. Your Stories, Your Words. Write, speak, heal, live. Say the unsayable. July 20, 2013. Privilege and Peace of Mind. Recently the Facebook campaigns for Marta Deborah Dalelv. I have written before. Over the years, part of my therapy has been acknowledging that I obsess over injustices in the world and end up neglecting myself. I have been attending therapy groups for Dialectal Behavior Therapy. I have come to believe that a happy medium exists between wallowing in my own problems and...

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If you are in CRISIS… | Writing for Recovery

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If you are in CRISIS…. Your Stories, Your Words. Write, speak, heal, live. Say the unsayable. If you are in CRISIS…. Sometimes the situations we’re facing in our lives and the pain we’re in seem too overwhelming to tolerate, and the option of hurting ourselves or even dying may seem like a solution. Hurting or killing yourself is NEVER the solution. If you are having these thoughts right now and are planning on acting on them, you need to call 9-1-1 or go to your nearest emergency room NOW! You are comme...

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Living in Fear: The Life of an Arab-American | Writing for Recovery

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If you are in CRISIS…. Your Stories, Your Words. Write, speak, heal, live. Say the unsayable. April 22, 2013. Living in Fear: The Life of an Arab-American. For those of you who won’t know, my name is Särah Nour and I am the new admin of this blog. In light of the tragedy in Boston, I assembled a collaborative poem in order to send a positive message to those suffering the aftermath of the bombings. Not only physical injuries but the psychological trauma as well. Never mind that my family wasn’t even Musl...

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Writing for Recovery | Write, speak, heal, live. Say the unsayable. | Page 2

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If you are in CRISIS…. Your Stories, Your Words. Write, speak, heal, live. Say the unsayable. June 21, 2013. When I’ll Stop Talking About Feminism. I will stop talking about feminism. When women get paid as much as men. When women don’t get fired for being pregnant. When female politicians get asked real interview questions. Instead of what clothing designers they like. I will stop complaining. When women’s bodies are not public property. To be sold, packaged, consumed, and thrown away. When gender is no...