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Lydia Kristin Lampert

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    Misconceptions of Crazy
    Lydia Lampert
    • Dec 12, 2014
    • 5 min

    Misconceptions of Crazy

    In June of 1995, I had my first exposure to a mental health ward.  When I was 23 years old, I ended up committing myself to a locked unit, one year after I experienced the traumatic loss of a child I had carried for 8 ½ months. I naively took a week’s vacation from work to admit myself, with the belief that I would receive intensive counseling and get “over it.” I was at a point where I could not sit still. I rearranged the furniture in my apartment on an almost daily basis.
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    Uncomfortably Numb
    Lydia Lampert
    • Dec 12, 2014
    • 2 min

    Uncomfortably Numb

    For someone who feels things so deeply, whether love, pain, anguish, disgust, anger or hatred, there is nothing more unnatural than feeling numb.  As a teenager, I can remember driving in a friend’s car, listening to Pink Floyd’s “Comfortably Numb,” and today, I can’t even begin to imagine such a thing.  Less than one week ago, I wrote the poem below. My emotions were beyond intense, but yet, I still felt alive. Read my words. Feel my pain and anger. If I tried to write that
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    Big Girls Do Cry
    Lydia Lampert
    • Dec 10, 2014
    • 3 min

    Big Girls Do Cry

    Yesterday, after reading my first post, my lifelong best friend called me and began to cry because she said that she felt awful that I was feeling the way I did. Interestingly, my first reaction was to tell her to stop and beg her not to cry. I was not writing to make people cry. I created this blog to keep me from crying. But then I began to think about my reaction. Who am I to tell someone not to cry if they feel sad or sorry for me or anyone for that matter? Crying is a
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    Woe is Me
    Lydia Lampert
    • Dec 7, 2014
    • 2 min

    Woe is Me

    Sitting here at the age of 43, mother to three beautiful children, and married to a supportive and loving husband who’s been my best friend for the past 16 years, I never in a million years could have fathomed that I would be so lost and debilitated by such profound sadness, hatred and anger. Every day, I wake overwhelmed, confronted with two choices, either get up and get dressed and act like a mom and wife, or disappear to a place no one would ever find me. Disappearing see
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