Wednesday, January 25, 2017
Susan Rachele on Negative Body Image: 4 Ways It Affects You
Sunday, November 6, 2016
Susan Rachele: The Good, The Bad of Being A Perfectionist
Susan Rachele: The Good, The Bad of Being A Perfectionist
Susan Rachele: When Obsessive Compulsive Disorder Aggravates Body Dysmorphia Disorder
Susan Rachele: When Obsessive Compulsive Disorder Aggravates Body Dysmorphia Disorder
Tuesday, November 1, 2016
Susan Rachele: Overcoming Learning Disabilities
Susan Rachele: Overcoming Learning Disabilities
Susan Rachele On Coping with A Parent with Severe Bipolar Disorder
Susan Rachele On Coping with A Parent with Severe Bipolar Disorder
Wednesday, September 14, 2016
The Life I Am Missing
How much of life have I completely missed out on? This is a question I ask myself every day. And how many others will wake up tomorrow and ask themselves the same question. For millions of Americans with Attention Deficit/Hyperactivity Disorder, or ADHD, one of the most tragic losses is the everyday life that happens around us. It is all due to the inattention that plagues our minds.
Hello, my name is Susan Rachele. My life with ADHD is governed by one goal, and that goal is “focus.” The inability to focus is one of the hallmarks of Attention Deficit/Hyperactivity Disorder. I could be talking to someone for five minutes and not hear a single word they say. I am listening; I think I am even listening hard. But inside my mind there are very different things happening. While my eyes may be focusing on the lips of another, my thoughts wander everywhere. The conversation I am in sounds like it is coming through static.
School years are supposed to filled with warm memories and learning the lessons and skills that will enable you to live life to its fullest. I have no such memories as these. When I was not forgetting even the most basic tools that are required in school, things like pencils and paper, I was avoiding work altogether that I thought would be too difficult or would expose my inability to solve the most basic problems or organize the simplest thoughts I could possibly express. On top of it all, schoolmates are not the most understanding people in the universe.
People will accuse me of not caring, but that is not true. Inside, I am desperately trying to keep my mind and my eyes on the things that are important at the moment. Things like the face in front of me that is speaking, or the task that must be finished. Distraction is the demon that plagues my mind at all times. But if you only remember one thing from this post, make it this: my name is Susan Rachele, and you are not alone. I, Susan Rachele, share your struggle and your pain, as do many others. And you will never be alone.
Wednesday, August 17, 2016
The Everyday Struggle with PTSD
Sometimes, I will appear to be lost in thought. You will see me sit for long periods of time, alone, with no apparent purpose. That sudden blast of a car horn that may momentarily catch anyone else’s attention will cause me to be so startled that I will begin crying uncontrollably. I usually am not able to accept consolation, even from those closest to me. This is the reality of my life suffering from Post-Traumatic Stress Syndrome.
Hi, my name is Susan Rachele, and I want you to know that Post-Traumatic Stress Syndrome, or PTSD, is very, very different from the ordinary stressors of everyday life. It is not just having the blues or having a bad day. Everyone has bad days and sometimes bad weeks, months, or even years. What makes Post-Traumatic Stress Syndrome so much worse is the living hell it transplants you to, where you must stay. It is this living hell that I have lived in for many, many years.
If you suffer from PTSD, as I, Susan Rachele, do it is extremely important to remember the one thing I have often forgotten during my struggles. You can forget everything anyone else has told you about PTSD and the horror that it brings. You just need to remember one thing that I tell you: you are not alone. Organizations large and global, and others small and local, are there to help you in your fight against Post-Traumatic Stress Syndrome. I have fought against PTSD for many years. My resolve has only become stronger than before. My will to fight on, to live, has never been greater.
I realized that there were people who understood what I go through every day. They wanted to help me. The only thing I needed to do was to take the hand that was outstretched and accept the help that I so desperately needed. And this is the advice I am going to give you if you struggle with Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, as I do: if there is a hand being offered, take it. Embrace the future, because you are not alone.