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Love, love, love,
Thank you to Alfredo & Nancy who did such an incredible job translating this for me from the original version found here. I do not speak any Spanish, so I relied on their skills and knowledge to help me! Enjoy!
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¿Qué haces cuando tu pareja está teniendo un ataque de pánico o un episodio depresivo?
Puede causar mucho miedo y frustración ver a alguien que amas tener que vivir un episodio como tal, especialmente si no sabes cómo ayudarlx.
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The last few weeks have been a blur. I imagine I am not alone in my struggle to process the demons we are now dealing with.
I have come to understand that though we feel things have just become very bad, and very dark, we are ignorant or naïve if we believe they haven’t always been.
As I have alluded to in my other post When It’s Time to Get Help With Your Anxiety and Depression, getting help wasn’t simple. So, I thought who better to tell you how to get your partner with anxiety or depression to get help than the person who helped me: My partner. Without further ado, here are his tips on how to get your partner the professional help they need when they are struggling with anxiety and depression, complete with my helpful gif additions. You’re welcome.
Trigger Warning: Talk of Mental Health, Illness, Suicide and I swear in here somewhere, I’m sure.
Everyone has depression and anxiety these days. According to some studies, people have been getting more and more anxious and depressed for the last 80 years.
Is it because more people are being diagnosed as the stigma around mental health relaxes and people are allowed to talk about how they are feeling? Or is it really on the upswing?
Helping people with anxiety and the awesome folks who love us.
Thank you for your feedback, sharing and liking, and being super brave and sharing your stories and experiences. You’re cool.
What’s next? Well, I am going to work on creating some more awesome content for you guys to read, share, and argue with me about.
But first, I want your opinion.
TW: I swear a lot in this article.
What do you do when your partner is having a panic attack or a depressive episode?
It can be really scary and super frustrating watching someone you love go through an episode, especially if you don’t know how to be helpful.
This Meltdown Guide was created to help those of you who are in love with people who struggle with anxiety and depression to feel like you can be helpful when your partner seems to be spiraling.
Social Media is a black hole.
You can spend hours and hours, and pour wheelbarrows full of money into it and see very little in return.
If you are not a social media addict, you might not understand what the point of social media marketing is. You’re not alone. Even savvy social media consumers have trouble defining exactly what it is about social media that is so addictive and why it is so important.
Please note, I don’t want to write this, but I have to.
Over the last week or so, the aftermath of Mr. Trump’s comments has opened the floodgates of people coming forward with their stories of sexual abuse, assault, and rape. It started, so it seems, with Kelly Oxford asking survivors to share their stories of the first time they were sexual assaulted. Most women won’t find these confessions surprising because we have all lived through very similar events.
Later this week, the conversation turned to #WhyWomenDontReport. I feel like the answers to this should be obvious to anyone paying attention. Not being believed, ridiculously short sentencing rates and minimal terms, fear of being shamed, lack of resources to charge their attacker, fear of being publicly shamed, fear of public scrutiny; the list goes on and on.
There are way more reasons not to report than to report.
When I was jumped and sexually assaulted by a stranger on the street in July 2015, I had no intention of reporting it. The reasons weren’t as rational as the ones listed above – I just didn’t want to. Reporting would mean it actually happened. I was in shock. Reporting meant police, it meant telling my parents, it meant telling my friends. But what scared me the most was that reporting meant that this person may get caught.