What about me?
An irreverent guide to keeping your marbles when someone you love struggles with mental illness
About this book
Many books have been written by professionals for professionals about mental illness. This isn’t one of them. Many more books have been published about how to care for people who are elderly, sick or disabled in some way. This isn’t one of those either.
I am not a therapist, psychiatrist or professional healthcare worker. I am a queer woman and recovering addict who periodically needs her meds adjusted.
In other words, my only credentials for writing this book are that the love of my life – my beautiful, creative, loving wife – is afflicted with mental illness. This book is what I learned about staying sane while my wife’s brain periodically tries to kill her.
Fair warning: I swear – suddenly and unpredictably. I can also be really sarcastic.
What about me? is part book, part journal and it’s what I wish I had found when I was losing my mind with stress, rage and despair.
And Hey, if you discover this isn’t for you, pass it on.
You can probably get your five bucks back.
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How to use this book
This book is short. On purpose. You barely have time to read, let alone study. You can read this book in one sitting, or keep it by your bedside.
Hell, you can keep it in the bathroom and open it randomly to any chapter each time you go for a wizz. Each chapter is so short and to the point, you will be done by the time you’re ready to wipe.
The meat of each chapter tackles a topic I myself have struggled with. It is a reminder of your rights as a human being and a promise you can make to yourself.
You can read the chapters in order or pick and choose whichever grabs you in the moment.
Each chapter ends with questions to help you explore the topic and how it relates to you and your circumstance. There is room after each chapter to journal, sketch, make lists, whatever strikes your fancy.
Each chapter closes with an affirmation you can customize and repeat to yourself throughout the day. …or in the mirror if you’re into that sort of thing.