This article is about post-traumatic stress disorders. Post-traumatic stress disorders is probably the most commonly studied post-disaster psychiatric disorder. This review aimed to systematically assess the evidence about post-traumatic…
I had many experience while performing my duty. One of them was very significant to me that a psychiatric patient assaulted me and punched my head and face. I lost one tooth and had concussion. I did not hit back the patient who assaulted me, and prevented further injury would happen to me and the patient. This was a good experience I had while serving the psychiatric patients that I kept calm and blocked the assault with preventive…
“You are order to active duty as a member of your reserve component unit for the period indicated unless sooner released or unless extended. Proceed from your current location in sufficient time to report by the date specified. You enter active duty upon reporting to unit home station”. These were the words telling me that I was going to Iraq, to fight and destroy the enemies of the United States of America and face one of my biggest challenges yet. Soon after I received my orders in the mail I had a dilemma, what’s going to happen when I tell my mother and the rest of my family? Have I been taking my family and friends for granted, now that I have this situation in front of me I realize that maybe I should have tried…
To accomplish my goal I did some refreshment my nursing skill and producers before clinical. I reviewed my nursing skill and procedure to refresh my brain about how to administer parental injection, the right site for IM and S/C, and size and length of needles. I reviewed my health and physical assessment videos and review my nursing skill notes how to assess head to toe and pain scale, Glasgow Coma Scale (GCS) and CIWA Scale which helped me a lot to refresh my skills. Also, I looked up my previous clinical worksheets which reminded me some nursing diagnosis and…
When I went in for my appointment with a mental health counselor, all I was given was a name, Generalized Anxiety Disorder (GAD). I was not given any specific way to get better, and I slowly realized that if I was going to get better, it would be up to me. I need to be more honest with myself and who I am. After today, this diagnosis became a part of who I was. From here on, I need to focus on becoming the best version of myself. Sometimes it is too much for me to deal with on my own, so I put my worries onto other people. I can’t do that anymore because I lost so many friends from this. Today was a start. Even though this is just a step, I am still moving…
In my lifetime,I was struggling with depression and I didn’t have very many people to talk to about it,it all started in junior high up until now.I felt like nobody liked me or just simply didn’t like me in general but that’s not the only reason I also think negative all the time.Over time I just have to learn that life is hard and I may fall down but I just have to pick myself back up.My life hasn’t always been easy I don’t really talk to many people like I use to I don’t even go out of the house anymore other than school I constantly isolate myself in my room and never come out I just trap myself in there I don’t even talk to my parents really because of this.I eventually started overcoming it I mean I still don’t talk to many people but…
Depression is a very serious thing ,I should know especially because I’ve gone through and still deal with depression in my life. The first time depression hit he the hardest that left me at a point of a life changing decision not just for myself but for the people around me was during near the end of my seventh grade year. Events took place before that event I was told I was probably going to have to move schools the next year leaving my friends behind and having to be alone with no one. That year ended and I was left thinking I was going to be alone and I lost a few people who meant alot to me. During the summer things got worse. I was alone only able to think about what had happened and not having anyone to talk to ,I truly felt alone.…
I used to live my life in fear. With every step I took, I felt like I was disappointing someone, somewhere, whether it be my family or some stranger I saw walking down the halls. My existence was one big failure, and I never really understood why I expected so much of myself.…
This is an informal essay giving readers an insight on my support system as a child. The things that helped me feel safe as a child. Resources in the neighborhood that helped me grow and blossom. Insight on why I may think the way I do. The focus is to analyze me so I can put aside anything that may hinder me as a Social Worker.…
Being left to fight alone is devastating for anyone suffering from any form of mental illness. If a person you know seems to be struggling then reach out and connect with them. I can guarantee that showing that you care will make a huge difference and possibly save that person’s life. When you find yourself in a position to help someone, feel blessed because God is answering that person’s prayer through you. It can something as simple as the mixed CD I made for Bob to listen in his taxi, it just shows him that he is loved and that someone still cares about him.…
Another thing Edinger does is help veterans who suffer from “trauma-related sleep problems” (Chamberlin, 2008). He uses a technique called imagery rehearsal therapy and has his patients write down what happens during their recurring nightmares, then he has them change the story however they want. Once this is done, they rehearse the new story over and over, until months later the new story has finally turned into the dreams they are having.…
Living with PTSD is a daily conflict that creates obstacles in life specific to the individual.…
I will never forget that day. I was about 11 or 12, going into my last year of middle school. I remember the way my grandmother and my father sat me down in my grandmother’s lavishly decorated living room. The tenderness of their voices and the pointed looks they gave each other alerted me to the fact that something was just not right. After a few more minutes of mental preparation, they dropped the bomb on me that affects me even until this day: my mother, a longtime recovering drug addict, had relapsed.…
Walking out of class with her new friend Allison, the only one at this school that seemed to really understand her, she said ‘What does she mean I have to live life? My boyfriend was lacrosse captain! I was prom queen! When I was sixteen I got attacked by a dog at the winter formal and had to stay in hospital for a week! Not many people can say that!’…
“I can’t wait to be a senior” was something I would say whenever I walked into my anatomy class full of seniors who did nothing at all but every time I would Jesslyn would stop me, cock her eyebrow, make a ‘you are kidding me right?’ face and say “be careful what you wish for” and I’m now understanding what she meant. Learning responsibility, independence, and how to deal with stress is the most difficult for me coming into senior year.…