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  • Manic-Depression = ?!!!

    8 Aug 2015
    Truth & Foster Care

    I was just hospitalized for an illness that’s invisible, and can only be felt. This illness has cost me hours for work, so I have to go two weeks, with very little food and continue to struggle. It’s sucks but this is the hand I’ve been dealt. For some it’s Cancer, and for me, it’s Bipolar Disorder and Borderline Personality Disorder. I pray for stability. I pray for change. I pray for acceptance. I pray for achievement and personal growth. My illness makes me unreliable for work, for I never know when I have to call out. As my supervisor said, “it’s a business” and immediately I felt small and replaceable.

    Everyday, I’m learning how to conquer this “disease.” Not just to make my life better, so I can be more effective at work, school and with my family. It’s not easy, but it’s not impossible. I remember reading something on Facebook, that took the word “impossible” and saw the words “I’m-Possible.”

    I’m possible! I believe in a God who gives me strength and has allowed me to know that I am not alone, and the he understands my struggle. I stick true to the statement, “we are spiritual beings having an humanistic experience.” I am a spirit and experiencing HUMANITY. We’re all given a plate of food we don’t always like. We’re are given a journey and we ask ourselves “how did I get here?” “What did I do to deserve this?” Yet we continue everyday,and I just remember it’s not personal it’s just “business.” Someone has to run it, and work for it. You can allow it to make you or break you.

    I’ll allow it to make me. I refuse to be defeated and give up the fight. I refuse to be a nobody, and live with excuses. It’s not apart of my DNA. I know there is God looking out for me, and that “this too shall pass”

    -Manic Depression

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  • “Hi, welcome to Starbucks”

    12 Jul 2015
    Truth & Foster Care

    “Hi welcome to Starbucks, my name is Mia. What can I get started for you.”

    Starbucks logo, I didn't create this logo nor own any rights to it. I am just a barista for Starbucks Coffee Company.
    Starbucks logo, I didn’t create this logo nor own any rights to it. I am just a barista for Starbucks Coffee Company.

    At least three days a week I open the doors to Starbucks, taking a deep breathe and greet customers with that one main point. I’m very vocal about my mental health, diagnosed with PTSD, Bipolar Disorder NOS, and Borderline Personality Disorder with  Psychosis. I’m also vocal about how without my medication I can’t achieve stability, nor serve you the customer your perfect cup of coffee. As of now I’ve worked at three Starbucks, and each location has been an experience to remember.

    My original store was hard, I cried before attending to my shift, I felt incompetent when trying to make drinks, my self-esteem decreased; I felt like a burden. I worked with fellow Barristers whom harbored dislike for me, and judge me. I felt as though getting hired at my dream job (for now) was a mistake but I needed a pay check, so I went to work and hated every minute of it. It became triggering for me, and psychologically unhealthy. My manager was often dissatisfied with me, and blamed it on my illness. I was often hospitalized because I was triggered while working at this location. This was my image of the company and I wanted to quit.

    So I transfered stores. Nervous that I would have the same outcome, and worried that I was the source of my previous managers dislike and anger, however; I need a check and I was willing to give it a try. So I meet with our District Manager, and the manager of my new store,Jenn. Jenn was quite and reserved and willing to help me start anew.

    Jenn is quite, with a strong personality, she takes honor in her job, and treats her employees as a human beings. She has not judged me for my illness, and has allowed me to grow in my skills and confidence. Bar is the area where the drinks are made, and I’ve always experienced trepidation when attempting to work on bar. She said I was slow, but I knew my stuff and would get better. What makes her a great manger is that: 1. she gives great encouraging feed back to fellow partners, 2. has faith in her partners and leadership abilities 3. has confident in her judgment. 4. respectful and even tempered. 5. funny, and plays really good 90’s music. 6. not judgmental, and understanding that every learns differently 7. promises that each Barrista will become better and stronger. 8. promotes unity and cooperation 9. eats really healthy 10. knows how to mange and address the needs of customers and her employees.

    Who wouldn’t want to work for/with a manager like mine?  She gave me a second chance when my name was tainted and I promised not to let her down. I enjoy work, I go on my days off. I’m getting better at bar, and customer service. I’ve grown and have increased my faith. My current location is not as bad as my previous store. My store now and manager reflects the true identity of Starbucks and its partners. My store rocks! I love it.

    Jenn, I hope you read this and know it comes from my heart. I look forward to continue creating drinks and serving customers.

    “Hi, I’m Domenia welcome to Starbucks. What can I get started for you?

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  • Fight’n 4 my Life!

    25 Jun 2015
    Truth & Foster Care

    My diagnosis: Bipolar Disorder and Borderline Personality Disorder

    I dream about becoming the Commissioner of Department of Children and Families of Connecticut (foster care system), graduate from Yale Law School, and just maybe run for state Senator. I go to sleep dreaming about success, and having a better life for myself and future family.

    I used to catch on really quick, verbally eloquent, fast with an amazing memory. Since I started to develop this disease and had to be placed on medication; it’s not as easy as it use to be. To this day I’m not sure if I was ever as good as I thought I was and it not being a result of mania and delusions. Bipolar Disorder is more than mood swings, our brain are wired differently. We process emotions at intense and prolonged levels. Our brains can suffer and many of times the ending results are permanent cognitive deficits. Some people assume that it’s the result of medication. 50% of that can be true. But naturally one living with such a disorder brain struggles, frankly.

    I just read an article about cognitive deficits and Bipolar Disorder, I cried. I thought I was going crazy and I thought I was alone battling this illness. I also thought that this illness was just about mood swings. I never thought about what it was doing to my brain, and what medications would be doing to my brain. It felt like a now-win situation. At this point in life, I am not stable on my own enough to live without medication. My thoughts get scattered, racing thoughts, suicidal idealizations, depression, mania, anxiety, paranoia and hallucinations. Hell, I’m just starting to accept myself, and learning my strengths and weakness. I cried because I didn’t see hope. I cried because I have a dream, and I don’t want to die without seeing my dream become my reality. My biological mom ignores her illness, and has allowed it to destroy and take over her life, living in denial and not using her true potential. I refuse to go out like that!

    So today, I make a choice from 6/25/2015 to be healthy, and to not give up on myself and my dreams. I know I can do it! I can’t be a Barista forever. I’m willing to work hard, and stay on medication, stay in therapy and to create a stable life for myself and future family.

    I know I’ll be judge for writing about my personal life on-line, but there needs to be more awareness about mental health and the struggle. So much stigma surrounds it. I may have a mental illness but it’s only a part of me. I guess I’m just going to have to study a lot harder, commit to a schedule, and keep reading. This blog post was meant to inspire, create hope and to create awareness.

    So the next time you feel like using any mental disorder out of context educate yourselves and become aware of the true struggle; then pray you never have to deal with it or a loved one, and if you do pray that you’ll be equipped!

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  • Yolanda Adams- Thank-you. Please read and share!

    6 Jun 2015
    Truth & Foster Care

    Everyone who knows me, knows that Yolanda Adams is my favorite singer. However, not many people know why. So here it is:

    I first heard Yolanda Adams in 1995. I was 5 years old, and I asked my aunt to turn of the music, she refused. My aunt told me that there would be a day that I would need gospel music. She was right. A week later, I was raped by my mom’s boyfriend; scared, crying with a gun held to my head, I heard her music that a neighbor was playing. I found rest and peace in her music from a young age. I was raped, and abused repeatedly by my mom’s boyfriend, I was abused physically by my twin brother every day, for 10 years. All I could do was sing “The Battle is Not Yours, It’s the Lords.”

    Every time I was raped, hit and experiencing abuse, a stranger who knew nothing of me, was playing/singing Yolanda Adams. Through her music at a young age, I was able to hold true to my faith in God, and I believed that it had to get better. One night, coming home from school the door bell rung, it was a state social worker, telling me that I was leaving my house and was put into a foster care. I felt relief finally I was being saved, and Ms. Yolanda Adams was right–“Not matter what you are going remember this God only wants a chance to use you, for the battle is not your’s.”

    I thought my life was finally changing, and it did! Not for the good. I was placed in my grandmothers home, and experienced physical abuse from my cousins, and verbal abuse from aunts and uncles. I was told “your just like your mother” “your mother doesn’t love you” “that’s why you were raped” “you don’t deserve a family” I went to bed crying, and went to church praying. They only thing I had the encouraged me, and allowed my heart to not become bitter was her voice, and the words in her songs. At 15 my mother told me “I don’t know how to love you.”

    When I was 11 years old, I attempted suicide for the first time. I cut my wrists, and then I remember in a song she said “don’t give up, step out on faith” and I called 911. I was later diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder, Psychosis, and PTSD. I experienced pain and abuse that my mind turned. I live with an incurable disease. I lived in a mental hospital for over a year, in the hospital and I heard people singing her music (new music) and I would cry and pray. I was only 11, lost and alone, but I felt as though she understood and was saying to God what I couldn’t verbally say.

    I found faith, and began to believe in myself. At a young age even lead a few youth in foster care to Christ, because of her music. I found solitude in school, and I flourished. I was good, and I realized I was smart. Although I lived in group homes, and residential homes I started to buy her cd’s. Determined, I bought every cd by her, until I knew God for myself, and was able to testify.

    I went through court dates, depression, more hospitalizations, interviewing for families hoping to get adopted. Never happened! All I had was the word of God, music, social workers, therapists, and school. Finally, I found a church, and a spiritual mom, who helped change my life. I finally found someone I could call, pray with, laugh with, and cry with. Someone who wouldn’t reject me. Someone who loved me for me. I wish that she was my real mom, and often wished that she’d adopt me. I love my Mommy! I found my sister in Christ, who was my social worker, and now is my big sister. Similar to my spiritual mom she has opened her home to me, her family and answers every time I call. Over time I started to create my own family, and built a lifestyle based on the songs sang by Ms. Yolanda Adams.

    Every time I’ve been hospitalized due to my health, and moved I’d listened to her music. I watched her performances. I followed my dreams. I gave my life to Christ. I give back to youth in foster care. I’m 23 years old, in college, eventually hoping to attend law school, become a politician. Newly engaged! Living with an illness. Thanks to Ms. Yolanda Adams, my mom, sister, church family-I’m following my dreams. I am changing my life, and creating a better future. I am a scholar. I have a voice. I can make a difference, and will.

    Share this! Maybe Yolanda Adams will read it. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to meet her. I pray I do. However, I just wanted to tell you “Thank-you” for you have changed my life and helped my heart healed. Because you stayed true to yourself, and God–I am doing well. I play your music when I’m stressed, happy all the time. I minister to young people, and have a huge heart. Thank-you.

    -Domenia “Mia” Dickey

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