A Rambled Reflection

A Rambled Reflection

A Rambled Reflection

11 Mar 2019

WARNING THIS BLOG WAS WRITTEN UNDER THE INFLUENCE OF SQUIRRELS

PSA – SQUIRRELS is a slang term used for the anti-psychotic medication called Seroquel used in the treatment of Bi-Polar disorder. Ash stop laughing at the warning and do some work.

Not too long ago an idea was formed, an idea to write a blog of my personal experiences and how they co related to mental health and suicide in the hopes of giving hope to just one person. To even reach that one person and give them sense of comradery with me and to know they aren’t alone in what they are going through and to inspire them to live on. While this idea was being spoken about another idea formed…a collaborative one I can’t take all the credit, but if anyone asks its all me. This goal, this idea, this fucking pipe dream throw away idea that was talked about between my carer and myself was beautiful but felt like a dead end…… ”the system is broken the shit is just floating” … and who are we to do a damn thing about it anyway?………

“Just write the blog” I would tell myself, procrastinating it……I’m not a real writer unless I say I have writers block right? So yeah just write the blog and get it up and let people see it and connect with it, show them it is OK to not be OK! To normalise mental health and suicide issues so many of us face. So, I did, building the blog website…NOT TOO FUCKING SHABBY AY. I am no web designer but I done alright ay…excuse me my north Queensland is showing “AY”….ahem…..and the more I showed people and talked about it they asked why and the story would come out and the long term goal of creating an organisation that would provide services in the gaps we had identified was at the end and was was the cherry on top…..

The response was and is still over whelming, out of curiosity I put all the ideas we had into the website and designed a logo sitting on the couch one night…. chucked it all together and……

Woah…. What have I done…. the response was so good, it quite literally had given me Goosebumps a few times while simultaneously shitting my god damn pants. so I made a go fund me which turned into a little bit of a social media frenzy that turned into my ugly mug on a half-page newspaper article in the sunshine coast daily. No autographs till the end please.

It’s a reality! This is happening! Feedback from industry professionals has been fantastic. I just spent the day in a room full of industry professionals holding my own in a suicide workshop, my experience shone through and I am fucking proud of myself. I’m proud of the people helping me. I’m thankful for the quite unbelievable outpouring of support we are getting from the public…. Most of all I am thankful I’m being able to make a real difference in the lives of peoples suffering mental illness and suicide.

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Ben Russoniello | ©benrussoniello 2019

Well anxiety, I guess it’s me and you drowning to Death.

Well anxiety, I guess it’s me and you drowning to Death.

Well anxiety, I guess it’s me and you drowning to Death.

5 Mar 2019

What a day in amazing NQ the Blue sky the perfect water as calm as a millpond and I’m out fishing on the reef! Shooting along in a family friends 7.1 cyclone with its big ass Honda outboard pushing along to our next spot. For those of you who don’t know cyclones boats are used for racing they are a brilliant and extremely safe boat……anyway. Beautiful day blah blah…..that’s right…..I have done this a hundred times, been on long line fishing boats, grew up on the water with my old man, jumped waves breaking over Mooloolaba port. (Uncle Greg If your reading this yes the Queenslander, the boat you got from dad used to jump completely out of the water when I was 17 😂).

We had just seen a striped marlin come up and broadside underneath the boat and look at us and swim away and this thing was bigger than the boat one of the most amazing things I’ve ever seen in my life. Snapped my new rod on a 80 or 90cm black king fish and still got him in the boat. Perfect day apart from the rod snapping. We start to head home…….and I’m sitting in the back of the boat watching my old man and his mate Squid both with 40+ years experience navigate home. And my mind starts to race. I hear a strange noise “was that a cracking sound?” No one else noticed it it’s not a problem.
My hearts now racing to match my mind, my skins clammy but I’m burning up from the rush of blood, my hearts pumping so hard it hurts what’s happening here….”the boats going to break and to pieces and the outboards going to fall off we are all going to drown!!!” My mind shoots me into a spin “I’m going to die here, we are all going to die! Why can’t anyone else see this is about to happen?”

I close my eyes because I can’t actually talk and wait for the inevitable…….that never came. At some point I think my dad may have noticed and said it’s ok mate the boats fine but that didn’t help a bit.

Huh. That was ummm interesting completely irrational and I knew it but I couldn’t stop that thought I though for sure that it was the end and I was gonna drown.

Anxiety and panic attacks are fucked, your mind literally can stop you in your tracks and make your body do some weird shit. More then once I’ve been hospitalised because my panic attacks where so bad I thought I was having a heart attack…..nope just my my anxiety saying “hi, how can I fuck with you today?”…..it can be debilitating and embarrassing, ever seen a big tattooed up man curled up like a little bitch cos his scared of a voice in his head or a feeling he has? Would Look pretty stupid huh. Well that’s been me more a few times to.

So what is anxiety, besides being shitty. Well the definition for it is “a feeling of worry, nervousness, or unease about something with an uncertain outcome”.
Cool story google!

Anxiety is cold sweats, clammy skin, pains or tightness in the chest, I dead set thought I was having a heart attack more then once. It’s the fear of something so unrealistic happening and you believing it is going to happen but at the same time you know it’s unrealistic and everyone thinks your a nut bag for thinking it……

Why does it happen? A hundred doctors will give you a hundred answers and the truth is the reason is different for all of us, some situation or event or maybe a mental illness like in my Case. The “Why?” is something for you and your psychologist to figure out.

How do we cope or get through an anxiety attack? Some people do breathing exercises, some use calming music Personally I like mindfulness a form of meditation in which you focus on the things around you. With closed eyes I start with my toes and work my way up focusing on the feelings of things on my skin and the sounds around me I’m not trained in mindfulness nor am I a “therapist” so I’m going to put some links here so you can have a little look for yourself.

https://www.mindful.org/what-is-mindfulness/
https://www.sane.org/mental-health-and-illness/facts-and-guides/mindfulness
https://au.reachout.com/articles/how-to-practise-mindfulness

Obviously this doesn’t work every time and attacks can be so bad you need to be hospitalised. The best way to combat this is to get your professional support network in order. A good GP for referrals, A psychologist, remember not all psychologist will be right for you never feel trapped into staying with the same one try again the perfect one is out there for you! And a psychiatrist if you have a diagnosed mental illness. This professional support network can help find the root cause for your anxiety and give you the tools to cope and manage your anxiety so you can live a normal life.
Oh one more thing

FUCK YOU ANXIETY!

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Ben Russoniello | ©benrussoniello 2019

who the hell am I ?

who the hell am I ?

who the hell am I ?

19 Feb 2019

Who am I ? And why should you read my stories and rantings? well, I am a no one, I am a dad, I am a husband…..well kind of, separations a bitch. I’m a friend, I’m a brother, I’m a son,…most importantly. I am Bi-Polar….and I am just like you.

Chances are if you’re reading this you either are a head case like me…oh heyyy…. or you are a family member, carer or friend of someone who is, other wise you wouldn’t have given a toss about a mental health blog.

So why should you read my stories and rants? well honestly I don’t care if you do or you don’t. But if you do you hopefully you will realise you are not alone you are not going through this shit by your self. you are not the only one. I hope to help show those of you who feel this way that you are not alone. That although we all manifest slightly different we all go through the highs and the lows, the manic episodes with the shitty hypersexual behaviour that caused us to cheat on our partner, the irritability over nothing that caused us to scream at our kids and the euphoric highs that crash down to earth into a depressive heap in our beds and the bursting into tears for absolutely no reason at all.

Also for you family members and friends, there will be things written just for you, by people just like you. My family members, my friends will contribute about how they deal with me and my messy fucking life.

I want to show you mental illness from both sides, the raw uncut un-clinical mess that is our lives. To show you family members that you all go through this the same as my family members and every other mentally ill persons family members. To show you that you guys are fuckin special to put up with our shit and are most definitely not the only people in the world to experience the wonderful times and the very dark times that come along with a mentally ill person.

Hi I’m Ben and I’m Bipolar, come along for the ride, or not (pussy) but if you do you’ll get some laughs maybe some tears but hopefully some sense of not being alone in the dark scary world of mental illness….

  Deep inside where nothing is fine, I have lost my mind……unknown

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Ben Russoniello | ©benrussoniello 2019

Just shut up

Just shut up

Just shut up

19 Feb 2019

Seriously people you have no fucking idea so just shut the fuck up. Id hoped my first blog/article would be uplifting and possibly nurturing to both sufferers of mental illness and also our family, friends and carers…….

Instead I’m gonna say a few things we all want to say to our close family and friends but usually cant for what ever reasons we have…
In the last few weeks or so I’ve been reminded by a new friend just how damaging our well meaning family and friends can be. Not so fun and uplifting. soo here goes.

I met sally a few weeks ago through a friend, I was doing some password and account recovery ( I am a geek in my day job). Sally has just through a pretty epic domestic violence situation so you could imagine was a bit of a mess, no problem I’ve been around plenty of people going through hell and helped them through their shit.

Anyway – when being introduced to sally by her family member Kate, who don’t get me wrong is an absolutely beautiful person who would have no ill intent towards anyone, I was told something along the lines of “don’t mind her, she is Bi-Polar….” I remember thinking “who give a shit? so do I.” but brushed it of and went about doing the job for sally. nice girl, definitely Bi-Polar though haha..

As Bi-polar people do when we find out someone else we have met is bi-polar we start to compare stories of how our illness effects us in our daily lives. Now I’ve been diagnosed a decade this year, so I’ve had a good long time to learn to stand up for myself when people stick their noses into my diagnoses….but for sally, 21, barely diagnosed and still finding her way, still coming to terms that she now has this thing, this beast with a label. Having a constant intrusion of although well meaning family and friends tell her that they think she Jus has anxiety or just depression, oooh my personal fucking favourite! “you have ADD” can be detrimental and often be a trigger to some epic mood shifts. And really people the anxiety, the depression the ADD like behaviour haha all these things are either part of the illness or looks damn sure like a hyper manic person haha ADD.

shit….. oh right… My point is we struggle enough, we doubt ourselves more then any other person with a healthy mind and this CONSTANT barrage of BULLSHIT , DR GOOGLE Uneducated no fucking idea about mental illness home diagnoses cos you think you know something about something is just counter productive. SO JUST SHUT UP!

Having Bi-Polar, OCD, schizophrenia, depression or any other mental illness isn’t just a GP saying “hey you have this, have these pills now off you pop to live your life.” NO we have doctors, case managers, psychologist, psych nurses and psychiatrists….a whole team of Professionals who help to manage our diagnosed illness, which by the way cant be done by anyone but a psychiatrist. so please just shut , because although all these professionals have told us what we have, we still trust our friends and family more. we will question everything told to us if our loved ones tell us they think we aren’t what we have been told we are.

So what can you do that’s productive?

Just be there, listen when we talk and try you best not to judge some of the outrages shit we will do lol. But what need is simple, be with us be our family, be our friends. Treat us like you would any other friend or family member. We have the clinical support networks, what we need is to be treated as normal as possible by our family and friends.

Ahh normal if only…….haha

But seriously just shut up and leave the diagnosing for professionals and I don’t mean bloody GPs either but that’s another rant for another day .

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Ben Russoniello | ©benrussoniello 2019

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