Thursday, September 11, 2014

A Moment Of Silence....

It just so happens that my blogging done on Thursday falls on September 11th this year. Although, I feel blogging about mental illness is extremely important, there are other things to write about today.  There have been several moments of silence to remember the victims of the September 11th terrorist attack all around our country... I have decided to take it a bit further and not write my usual blog subject matter. Today, instead, I wish to have a blog moment of silence and to list the names of those that lost their lives thirteen years ago. To honor their memory and to pray for their families. To remember that these people had families, and dreams, and plans for their futures. To remember that these people did nothing wrong but simply show up to work like they did everyday. That those same futures and dreams were snuffed out by evil not because they were responsible for any wrong doing, or had any bias beliefs. Not because they had any control over foreign policy or what ever else was going on during the rest of the world at that time. Not because of anything they had done but simply because they were Americans.


We cried that day. We, the whole world cried. We were in shock, in disbelief. We were devastated at the sheer amount of loss and grief. Today we salute you. We call out your names. We sit in silence. Today, we remember you and we shall never forget. My blog will remain silent until Tuesday (my other blogging day day). I will not answer comments or reply to them until then. I will remain blog silent in remembrance of the victims of not only September 11th but also those murdered by terrorist actions all over the world. May they all rest in peace.

Sincerely,
Neurotic Nelly


VICTIMS OF SEPTEMBER 11TH

Gordon M. Aamoth, Jr.

Edelmiro Abad

Maria Rose Abad

Andrew Anthony Abate

Vincent Abate

Laurence Christopher Abel

William F. Abrahamson

Richard Anthony Aceto

Jesus Acevedo Rescand

Heinrich Bernhard Ackermann

Paul Acquaviva

Donald LaRoy Adams

Patrick Adams

Shannon Lewis Adams

Stephen George Adams

Ignatius Udo Adanga

Christy A. Addamo

Terence E. Adderley, Jr.

Sophia Buruwad Addo

Lee Allan Adler

Daniel Thomas Afflitto

Emmanuel Akwasi Afuakwah

Alok Agarwal

Mukul Kumar Agarwala

Joseph Agnello

David Scott Agnes

Brian G. Ahearn

Jeremiah Joseph Ahern

Joanne Marie Ahladiotis

Shabbir Ahmed

Terrance Andre Aiken

Godwin Ajala

Gertrude M. Alagero

Andrew Alameno

Margaret Ann Alario

Gary M. Albero

Jon Leslie Albert

Peter Alderman

Jacquelyn Delaine Aldridge

David D. Alger

Sarah Ali-Escarcega

Ernest Alikakos

Edward L. Allegretto

Eric Allen

Joseph Ryan Allen

Richard Dennis Allen

Richard Lanard Allen

Christopher E. Allingham

Janet M. Alonso

Arturo Alva-Moreno

Anthony Alvarado

Antonio Javier Alvarez

Victoria Alvarez-Brito

Telmo E. Alvear

Cesar Amoranto Alviar

Tariq Amanullah

Angelo Amaranto

James M. Amato Joseph Amatuccio

Christopher Charles Amoroso

Kazuhiro Anai

Calixto Anaya, Jr.

Joseph Anchundia

Kermit Charles Anderson

Yvette Constance Anderson

John Andreacchio

Michael Rourke Andrews

Jean Ann Andrucki

Siew-Nya Ang

Joseph Angelini, Jr.

Joseph Angelini, Sr.

Laura Angilletta

Doreen J. Angrisani

Lorraine Antigua

Peter Paul Apollo

Faustino Apostol, Jr.

Frank Thomas Aquilino

Patrick Michael Aranyos

David Arce

Michael George Arczynski

Louis Arena

Adam P. Arias

Michael Armstrong

Jack Charles Aron

Joshua Aron

Richard Avery Aronow

Japhet Jesse Aryee

Patrick Asante

Carl Asaro

Michael Asciak

Michael Edward Asher

Janice Marie Ashley

Thomas J. Ashton

Manuel O. Asitimbay

Gregg Arthur Atlas

Gerald T. Atwood

James Audiffred

Louis Frank Aversano, Jr.

Ezra Aviles

Sandy Ayala

Arlene T. Babakitis

Eustace P. Bacchus

John J. Badagliacca

Jane Ellen Baeszler

Robert J. Baierwalter

Andrew J. Bailey

Brett T. Bailey

Tatyana Bakalinskaya

Michael S. Baksh

Sharon M. Balkcom

Michael Andrew Bane

Katherine Bantis

Gerard Baptiste

Walter Baran

Gerard A. Barbara

Paul Vincent Barbaro

James William Barbella

Ivan Kyrillos F. Barbosa

Victor Daniel Barbosa

Colleen Ann Barkow

David Michael Barkway

Matthew Barnes

Sheila Patricia Barnes

Evan J. Baron

Renee Barrett-Arjune

Nathaly Barrios La Cruz

Arthur Thaddeus Barry

Diane G. Barry

Maurice Vincent Barry

Scott D. Bart

Carlton W. Bartels

Guy Barzvi

Inna B. Basina

Alysia Basmajian

Kenneth William Basnicki

Steven Bates

Paul James Battaglia

Walter David Bauer, Jr.

Marlyn Capito Bautista

Jasper Baxter

Michele Beale

Paul Frederick Beatini

Jane S. Beatty

Lawrence Ira Beck

Manette Marie Beckles

Carl John Bedigian

Michael Earnest Beekman

Maria A. Behr

Yelena Belilovsky

Nina Patrice Bell

Debbie Bellows

Stephen Elliot Belson

Paul M. Benedetti

Denise Lenore Benedetto

Maria Bengochea

Bryan Craig Bennett

Eric L. Bennett

Oliver Duncan Bennett

Margaret L. Benson

Dominick J. Berardi

James Patrick Berger

Steven Howard Berger

John P. Bergin

Alvin Bergsohn

Daniel Bergstein

Michael J. Berkeley

Donna M. Bernaerts

David W. Bernard

William Bernstein

David M. Berray

David S. Berry

Joseph J. Berry

William Reed Bethke

Timothy Betterly

Edward Frank Beyea

Paul Beyer

Anil Tahilram Bharvaney

Bella J. Bhukhan

Shimmy D. Biegeleisen

Peter Alexander Bielfeld

William G. Biggart

Brian Bilcher

Carl Vincent Bini

Gary Eugene Bird

Joshua David Birnbaum

George John Bishop

Jeffrey Donald Bittner

Albert Balewa Blackman, Jr.

Christopher Joseph Blackwell

Susan Leigh Blair

Harry Blanding, Jr.

Janice Lee Blaney

Craig Michael Blass

Rita Blau

Richard Middleton Blood, Jr.

Michael Andrew Boccardi

John P. Bocchi

Michael Leopoldo Bocchino

Susan M. Bochino

Bruce D. Boehm

Mary Catherine Boffa

Nicholas Andrew Bogdan

Darren Christopher Bohan

Lawrence Francis Boisseau

Vincent M. Boland, Jr.

Alan Bondarenko

Andre Bonheur, Jr.

Colin Arthur Bonnett

Frank Bonomo

Yvonne Lucia Bonomo

Genieve Bonsignore, 3

Seaon Booker

Sherry Ann Bordeaux

Krystine Bordenabe

Martin Boryczewski

Richard Edward Bosco

John H. Boulton

Francisco Eligio Bourdier

Thomas Harold Bowden, Jr.

Kimberly S. Bowers

Veronique Nicole Bowers

Larry Bowman

Shawn Edward Bowman, Jr.

Kevin L. Bowser

Gary R. Box

Gennady Boyarsky

Pamela Boyce

Michael Boyle

Alfred Braca

Kevin Bracken

David Brian Brady

Alexander Braginsky

Nicholas W. Brandemarti

Michelle Renee Bratton

Patrice Braut

Lydia E. Bravo

Ronald Michael Breitweiser

Edward A. Brennan III

Francis Henry Brennan

Michael E. Brennan

Peter Brennan

Thomas M. Brennan

Daniel J. Brethel

Gary Lee Bright

Jonathan Briley

Mark A. Brisman

Paul Gary Bristow

Mark Francis Broderick

Herman Charles Broghammer

Keith A. Broomfield

Ethel Brown Janice

Juloise Brown

Lloyd Stanford Brown

Patrick J. Brown

Bettina Browne

Mark Bruce

Richard George Bruehert

Andrew Brunn

Vincent Brunton

Ronald Paul Bucca

Brandon J. Buchanan

Gregory Joseph Buck

Dennis Buckley

Nancy Clare Bueche

Patrick Joseph Buhse

John Edwards Bulaga, Jr.

Stephen Bunin

Matthew J. Burke

Thomas Daniel Burke

William Francis Burke, Jr.

Donald J. Burns

Kathleen Anne Burns

Keith James Burns

John Patrick Burnside

Irina Buslo

Milton G. Bustillo

Thomas M. Butler

Patrick Byrne

Timothy G. Byrne

Jesus Neptali Cabezas

Lillian Caceres

Brian Joseph Cachia

Steven Dennis Cafiero, Jr.

Richard M. Caggiano

Cecile Marella Caguicla

Michael John Cahill

Scott Walter Cahill

Thomas Joseph Cahill

George Cain

Salvatore B. Calabro

Joseph Calandrillo

Philip V. Calcagno

Edward Calderon

Kenneth Marcus Caldwell

Dominick Enrico Calia

Felix Calixte

Frank Callahan

Liam Callahan

Luigi Calvi

Roko Camaj

Michael F. Cammarata

David Otey Campbell

Geoffrey Thomas Campbell

Jill Marie Campbell

Robert Arthur Campbell

Sandra Patricia Campbell

Sean Thomas Canavan

John A. Candela

Vincent Cangelosi

Stephen J. Cangialosi

Lisa Bella Cannava

Brian Cannizzaro

Michael Canty

Louis Anthony Caporicci

Jonathan Neff Cappello

James Christopher Cappers

Richard Michael Caproni

Jose Manuel Cardona

Dennis M. Carey

Steve Carey

Edward Carlino

Michael Scott Carlo

David G. Carlone

Rosemarie C. Carlson

Mark Stephen Carney

Joyce Ann Carpeneto

Ivhan Luis Carpio Bautista

Jeremy M. Carrington

Michael Carroll

Peter Carroll

James Joseph Carson, Jr.

Marcia Cecil Carter

James Marcel Cartier

Vivian Casalduc

John Francis Casazza

Paul R. Cascio

Margarito Casillas

Thomas Anthony Casoria

William Otto Caspar

Alejandro Castano

Arcelia Castillo

Germaan Castillo Garcia

Leonard M. Castrianno

Jose Ramon Castro

Richard G. Catarelli

Christopher Sean Caton

Robert John Caufield

Mary Teresa Caulfield

Judson Cavalier

Michael Joseph Cawley

Jason David Cayne

Juan Armando Ceballos

Jason Michael Cefalu

Thomas Joseph Celic

Ana Mercedes Centeno

Joni Cesta

Jeffrey Marc Chairnoff

Swarna Chalasani

William Chalcoff

Eli Chalouh

Charles Lawrence Chan

Mandy Chang

Mark Lawrence Charette

Gregorio Manuel Chavez

Delrose E. Cheatham

Pedro Francisco Checo

Douglas MacMillan Cherry

Stephen Patrick Cherry

Vernon Paul Cherry

Nester Julio Chevalier

Swede Chevalier

Alexander H. Chiang

Dorothy J. Chiarchiaro

Luis Alfonso Chimbo

Robert Chin

Wing Wai Ching

Nicholas Paul Chiofalo

John Chipura

Peter A. Chirchirillo

Catherine Chirls

Kyung Hee Cho

Abul K. Chowdhury

Mohammad Salahuddin Chowdhury

Kirsten L. Christophe

Pamela Chu

Steven Chucknick

Wai Chung

Christopher Ciafardini

Alex F. Ciccone

Frances Ann Cilente

Elaine Cillo

Edna Cintron

Nestor Andre Cintron III

Robert Dominick Cirri

Juan Pablo Cisneros-Alvarez

Benjamin Keefe Clark

Eugene Clark

Gregory Alan Clark

Mannie Leroy Clark

Thomas R. Clark

Christopher Robert Clarke

Donna Marie Clarke

Michael J. Clarke

Suria Rachel Emma Clarke

Kevin Francis Cleary

James D. Cleere

Geoffrey W. Cloud

Susan Marie Clyne

Steven Coakley

Jeffrey Alan Coale

Patricia A. Cody

Daniel Michael Coffey

Jason M. Coffey

Florence G. Cohen

Kevin Sanford Cohen

Anthony Joseph Coladonato

Mark Joseph Colaio

Stephen Colaio

Christopher M. Colasanti

Kevin Nathaniel Colbert

Michel P. Colbert

Keith E. Coleman

Scott Thomas Coleman

Tarel Coleman

Liam Joseph Colhoun

Robert D. Colin

Robert J. Coll

Jean Collin

John Michael Collins

Michael L. Collins

Thomas J. Collins

Joseph Collison

Patricia Malia Colodner

Linda M. Colon

Sol E. Colon

Ronald Edward Comer

Sandra Jolane Conaty Brace

Jaime Concepcion

Albert Conde

Denease Conley

Susan P. Conlon

Margaret Mary Conner

Cynthia Marie Lise Connolly

John E. Connolly, Jr.

James Lee Connor

Jonathan M. Connors

Kevin Patrick Connors

Kevin F. Conroy

Jose Manuel Contreras-Fernandez

Brenda E. Conway

Dennis Michael Cook

Helen D. Cook

John A. Cooper

Joseph John Coppo, Jr.

Gerard J. Coppola

Joseph Albert Corbett

Alejandro Cordero

Robert Cordice

Ruben D. Correa

Danny A. Correa-Gutierrez

James J. Corrigan

Carlos Cortes

Kevin Cosgrove

Dolores Marie Costa

Digna Alexandra Costanza

Charles Gregory Costello, Jr.

Michael S. Costello

Conrod K. Cottoy

Martin John Coughlan

John Gerard Coughlin

Timothy J. Coughlin

James E. Cove

Andre Cox

Frederick John Cox

James Raymond Coyle

Michele Coyle-Eulau

Anne Marie Cramer

Christopher S. Cramer

Denise Elizabeth Crant

James Leslie Crawford, Jr.

Robert James Crawford

Joanne Mary Cregan

Lucy Crifasi

John A. Crisci

Daniel Hal Crisman

Dennis Cross

Kevin Raymond Crotty

Thomas G. Crotty

John Crowe

Welles Remy Crowther

Robert L. Cruikshank

John Robert Cruz

Grace Yu Cua

Kenneth John Cubas

Francisco Cruz Cubero

Richard J. Cudina

Neil James Cudmore

Thomas Patrick Cullen lll

Joyce Cummings

Brian Thomas Cummins

Michael Cunningham

Robert Curatolo

Laurence Damian Curia

Paul Dario Curioli

Beverly Curry

Michael S. Curtin

Gavin Cushny

John D'Allara

Vincent Gerard D'Amadeo

Jack D'Ambrosi

Mary D'Antonio

Edward A. D'Atri

Michael D. D'Auria

Michael Jude D'Esposito

Manuel John Da Mota

Caleb Arron Dack

Carlos S. DaCosta

Joao Alberto DaFonseca Aguiar, Jr.

Thomas A. Damaskinos

Jeannine Marie Damiani-Jones

Patrick W. Danahy

Nana Danso

Vincent Danz

Dwight Donald Darcy

Elizabeth Ann Darling

Annette Andrea Dataram

Lawrence Davidson

Michael Allen Davidson

Scott Matthew Davidson

Titus Davidson

Niurka Davila

Clinton Davis

Wayne Terrial Davis

Anthony Richard Dawson

Calvin Dawson

Edward James Day

Jayceryll de Chavez

Jennifer De Jesus

Monique E. De Jesus

Nereida De Jesus

Emerita De La Pena

Azucena Maria de la Torre

David Paul De Rubbio

Jemal Legesse De Santis

Christian Louis De Simone

Melanie Louise De Vere

William Thomas Dean

Robert J. DeAngelis, Jr.

Thomas Patrick DeAngelis

Tara E. Debek

Anna Marjia DeBin

James V. Deblase

Paul DeCola

Simon Marash Dedvukaj

Jason Defazio

David A. DeFeo

Manuel Del Valle, Jr.

Donald Arthur Delapenha

Vito Joseph DeLeo

Danielle Anne Delie

Joseph A. Della Pietra

Andrea DellaBella

Palmina DelliGatti

Colleen Ann Deloughery

Francis Albert DeMartini

Anthony Demas

Martin N. DeMeo

Francis Deming

Carol K. Demitz

Kevin Dennis

Thomas F. Dennis

Jean DePalma

Jose Depena

Robert John Deraney

Michael DeRienzo

Edward DeSimone III

Andrew Desperito

Cindy Ann Deuel

Jerry DeVito

Robert P. Devitt, Jr.

Dennis Lawrence Devlin

Gerard Dewan

Sulemanali Kassamali Dhanani

Patricia Florence Di Chiaro

Debra Ann Di Martino

Michael Louis Diagostino

Matthew Diaz

Nancy Diaz

Rafael Arturo Diaz

Michael A. Diaz-Piedra III

Judith Berquis Diaz-Sierra

Joseph Dermot Dickey, Jr.

Lawrence Patrick Dickinson

Michael D. Diehl

John Difato

Vincent Difazio

Carl Anthony DiFranco

Donald Difranco

Stephen Patrick Dimino

William John Dimmling

Marisa DiNardo Schorpp

Christopher M. Dincuff

Jeffrey Mark Dingle

Anthony Dionisio

George DiPasquale

Joseph Dipilato

Douglas Frank DiStefano

Ramzi A. Doany

John Joseph Doherty

Melissa C. Doi

Brendan Dolan

Neil Matthew Dollard

James Joseph Domanico

Benilda Pascua Domingo

Carlos Dominguez

Jerome Mark Patrick Dominguez

Kevin W. Donnelly

Jacqueline Donovan

Stephen Scott Dorf

Thomas Dowd

Kevin Dowdell

Mary Yolanda Dowling

Raymond Mathew Downey

Frank Joseph Doyle

Joseph Michael Doyle

Stephen Patrick Driscoll

Mirna A. Duarte

Michelle Beale Duberry

Luke A. Dudek

Christopher Michael Duffy

Gerard Duffy

Michael Joseph Duffy

Thomas W. Duffy

Antoinette Duger

Sareve Dukat

Christopher Joseph Dunne

Richard Anthony Dunstan

Patrick Thomas Dwyer

Joseph Anthony Eacobacci

John Bruce Eagleson

Robert Douglas Eaton

Dean Phillip Eberling

Margaret Ruth Echtermann

Paul Robert Eckna

Constantine Economos

Dennis Michael Edwards

Michael Hardy Edwards

Christine Egan

Lisa Egan

Martin J. Egan, Jr.

Michael Egan

Samantha Martin Egan

Carole Eggert

Lisa Caren Ehrlich

John Ernst Eichler

Eric Adam Eisenberg

Daphne Ferlinda Elder

Michael J. Elferis

Mark Joseph Ellis

Valerie Silver Ellis

Albert Alfy William Elmarry

Edgar Hendricks Emery, Jr.

Doris Suk-Yuen Eng

Christopher Epps

Ulf Ramm Ericson

Erwin L. Erker

William John Erwin

Jose Espinal

Fanny Espinoza

Bridget Ann Esposito

Francis Esposito

Michael Esposito

William Esposito

Ruben Esquilin, Jr.

Sadie Ette

Barbara G. Etzold

Eric Brian Evans

Robert Evans

Meredith Emily June Ewart

Catherine K. Fagan

Patricia Mary Fagan

Keith George Fairben

Sandra Fajardo-Smith

William F. Fallon

William Lawrence Fallon, Jr.

Anthony J. Fallone, Jr.

Dolores Brigitte Fanelli

John Joseph Fanning

Kathleen Anne Faragher

Thomas Farino

Nancy Carole Farley

Elizabeth Ann Farmer

Douglas Jon Farnum

John G. Farrell

John W. Farrell

Terrence Patrick Farrell

Joseph D. Farrelly

Thomas Patrick Farrelly

Syed Abdul Fatha

Christopher Edward Faughnan

Wendy R. Faulkner

Shannon Marie Fava

Bernard D. Favuzza

Robert Fazio, Jr.

Ronald Carl Fazio

William Feehan

Francis Jude Feely

Garth Erin Feeney

Sean B. Fegan

Lee S. Fehling

Peter Adam Feidelberg

Alan D. Feinberg

Rosa Maria Feliciano

Edward Thomas Fergus, Jr.

George Ferguson

Henry Fernandez

Judy Hazel Fernandez

Julio Fernandez

Elisa Giselle Ferraina

Anne Marie Sallerin Ferreira

Robert John Ferris

David Francis Ferrugio

Louis V. Fersini

Michael David Ferugio

Bradley James Fetchet

Jennifer Louise Fialko

Kristen Nicole Fiedel

Samuel Fields

Michael Bradley Finnegan

Timothy J. Finnerty

Michael Curtis Fiore

Stephen S R Fiorelli, Sr.

Paul M. Fiori

John B. Fiorito

John R. Fischer

Andrew Fisher

Bennett Lawson Fisher

John Roger Fisher

Thomas J. Fisher

Lucy A. Fishman

Ryan D. Fitzgerald

Thomas James Fitzpatrick

Richard P. Fitzsimons

Salvatore Fiumefreddo

Christina Donovan Flannery

Eileen Flecha

Andre G. Fletcher

Albert Gunnia Carl M. Flickinger
John Joseph Florio

Joseph Walken Flounders

David Fodor

Michael N. Fodor

Stephen Mark Fogel

Thomas Foley

David J. Fontana

Chih Min Foo

Godwin Forde

Donald A. Foreman

Christopher Hugh Forsythe

Claudia Alicia Foster

Noel John Foster

Ana Fosteris

Robert Joseph Foti

Jeffrey Fox

Virginia Fox

Pauline Francis

Virgin Francis

Gary Jay Frank

Morton H. Frank

Peter Christopher Frank

Richard K. Fraser

Kevin J. Frawley

Clyde Frazier, Jr.

Lillian Inez Frederick

Andrew Fredricks

Tamitha Freeman

Brett Owen Freiman

Peter L. Freund

Arlene Eva Fried

Alan Wayne Friedlander

Andrew Keith Friedman

Gregg J. Froehner

Peter Christian Fry

Clement A. Fumando

Steven Elliot Furman

Paul Furmato

Fredric Neal Gabler

Richard Samuel Federick Gabrielle

James Andrew Gadiel

Pamela Lee Gaff

Ervin Vincent Gailliard

Deanna Lynn Galante

Grace Catherine Galante

Anthony Edward Gallagher

Daniel James Gallagher

John Patrick Gallagher

Lourdes Galletti

Cono E. Gallo

Vincenzo Gallucci

Thomas E. Galvin

Giovanna Galletta Gambale

Thomas Gambino, Jr.

Giann Franco Gamboa

Peter Ganci

Ladkat K. Ganesh

Claude Michael Gann

Osseni Garba

Charles William Garbarini

Ceasar Garcia

David Garcia

Juan Garcia

Marlyn Del Carmen Garcia

Christopher S. Gardner

Douglas Benjamin Gardner

Harvey J. Gardner III

Jeffrey Brian Gardner

Thomas Gardner

William Arthur Gardner

Francesco Garfi

Rocco Nino Gargano

James M. Gartenberg

Matthew David Garvey

Bruce Gary

Boyd Alan Gatton

Donald Richard Gavagan, Jr.

Terence D. Gazzani

Gary Geidel

Paul Hamilton Geier

Julie M. Geis

Peter G. Gelinas

Steven Paul Geller

Howard G. Gelling

Peter Victor Genco, Jr.

Steven Gregory Genovese

Alayne Gentul

Edward F. Geraghty

Suzanne Geraty

Ralph Gerhardt

Robert Gerlich

Denis P. Germain

Marina Romanovna Gertsberg

Susan M. Getzendanner

James G. Geyer

Joseph M. Giaccone

Vincent Francis Giammona

Debra Lynn Gibbon

James Andrew Giberson

Craig Neil Gibson

Ronnie E. Gies

Laura A. Giglio

Andrew Clive Gilbert

Timothy Paul Gilbert

Paul Stuart Gilbey

Paul John Gill

Mark Y. Gilles

Evan Gillette

Ronald Lawrence Gilligan

Rodney C. Gillis

Laura Gilly

John F. Ginley

Donna Marie Giordano

Jeffrey John Giordano

John Giordano

Steven A. Giorgetti

Martin Giovinazzo

Kum-Kum Girolamo

Salvatore Gitto

Cynthia Giugliano

Mon Gjonbalaj

Dianne Gladstone

Keith Glascoe

Thomas Irwin Glasser

Harry Glenn

Barry H. Glick

Steven Glick

John T. Gnazzo

William Robert Godshalk

Michael Gogliormella

Brian Fredric Goldberg

Jeffrey Grant Goldflam

Michelle Goldstein

Monica Goldstein

Steven Goldstein

Andrew H. Golkin

Dennis James Gomes

Enrique Antonio Gomez

Jose Bienvenido Gomez

Manuel Gomez, Jr.

Wilder Alfredo Gomez

Jenine Nicole Gonzalez

Mauricio Gonzalez

Rosa Gonzalez

Calvin J. Gooding

Harry Goody

Kiran Reddy Gopu

Catherine C. Gorayeb

Kerene Gordon

Sebastian Gorki

Kieran Joseph Gorman

Thomas Edward Gorman

Michael Edward Gould

Yuji Goya

Jon Richard Grabowski

Christopher Michael Grady

Edwin J. Graf III

David Martin Graifman

Gilbert Franco Granados

Elvira Granitto

Winston Arthur Grant

Christopher S. Gray

James Michael Gray

Tara McCloud Gray

Linda Catherine Grayling

John M. Grazioso

Timothy George Grazioso

Derrick Auther Green

Wade B. Green

Elaine Myra Greenberg

Gayle R. Greene

James Arthur Greenleaf, Jr.

Eileen Marsha Greenstein

Elizabeth Martin Gregg

Denise Gregory

Donald H. Gregory

Florence Moran Gregory

Pedro Grehan

John Michael Griffin

Tawanna Sherry Griffin

Joan Donna Griffith

Warren Grifka

Ramon Grijalvo

Joseph F. Grillo

David Joseph Grimner

Kenneth George Grouzalis

Joseph Grzelak

Matthew James Grzymalski

Robert Joseph Gschaar

Liming Gu

Jose Guadalupe

Cindy Yan Zhu Guan

Joel Guevara Gonzalez

Geoffrey E. Guja

Joseph Gullickson

Babita Girjamatie Guman

Douglas Brian Gurian

Janet Ruth Gustafson

Philip T. Guza

Barbara Guzzardo

Peter M. Gyulavary

Gary Robert Haag

Andrea Lyn Haberman

Barbara Mary Habib

Philip Haentzler

Nezam A. Hafiz

Karen Elizabeth Hagerty

Steven Michael Hagis

Mary Lou Hague

David Halderman

Maile Rachel Hale

Richard B. Hall

Vaswald George Hall

Robert J. Halligan

Vincent Gerard Halloran

James Douglas Halvorson

Mohammad Salman Hamdani

Felicia Hamilton

Robert Hamilton

Frederic K. Han

Christopher J. Hanley

Sean S. Hanley

Valerie Joan Hanna

Thomas Hannafin

Kevin James Hannaford

Michael Lawrence Hannan

Dana R Hannon

Vassilios G. Haramis

James A. Haran

Jeffrey Pike Hardy

Timothy John Hargrave

Daniel Edward Harlin

Frances Haros

Harvey Harrell

Stephen G. Harrell

Melissa Marie Harrington

Aisha Anne Harris

Stewart Dennis Harris

John Patrick Hart

John Clinton Hartz

Emeric Harvey

Thomas Theodore Haskell, Jr.

Timothy Haskell

Joseph John Hasson III

Leonard W. Hatton

Terence S. Hatton

Michael Haub

Timothy Aaron Haviland

Donald G. Havlish, Jr.

Anthony Hawkins

Nobuhiro Hayatsu

Philip Hayes

William Ward Haynes

Scott Jordan Hazelcorn

Michael K. Healey

Roberta B. Heber

Charles Francis Xavier Heeran

John F. Heffernan

H. Joseph Heller, Jr.

Joann L. Heltibridle

Mark F. Hemschoot

Ronnie Lee Henderson

Brian Hennessey

Michelle Marie Henrique

Joseph Henry

William Henry

John Christopher Henwood

Robert Allan Hepburn

Mary Herencia

Lindsay C. Herkness III

Harvey Robert Hermer

Claribel Hernandez

Eduardo Hernandez

Nuberto Hernandez

Raul Hernandez

Gary Herold

Jeffrey A. Hersch

Thomas Hetzel

Brian Hickey

Ysidro Hidalgo

Timothy Higgins

Robert D. W. Higley II

Todd Russell Hill

Clara Victorine Hinds

Neal O. Hinds

Mark D. Hindy

Katsuyuki Hirai

Heather Malia Ho

Tara Yvette Hobbs

Thomas Anderson Hobbs

James J. Hobin

Robert Wayne Hobson

DaJuan Hodges

Ronald George Hoerner

Patrick A. Hoey

Marcia Hoffman

Stephen G. Hoffman

Frederick Joseph Hoffmann

Michele L. Hoffmann

Judith Florence Hofmiller

Thomas Warren Hohlweck, Jr.

Jonathan R. Hohmann

John Holland

Joseph F. Holland

Elizabeth Holmes

Thomas Holohan

Bradley Hoorn

James P. Hopper

Montgomery McCullough Hord

Michael Horn

Matthew Douglas Horning

Robert L. Horohoe, Jr.

Aaron Horwitz

Charles Houston

Uhuru G. Houston

George Howard

Michael C. Howell

Steven Leon Howell

Jennifer L. Howley

Milagros Hromada

Marian R. Hrycak

Stephen Huczko, Jr.

Kris Robert Hughes

Paul Rexford Hughes

Robert Thomas Hughes

Thomas Hughes

Timothy Robert Hughes

Susan Huie

Lamar Hulse

William Christopher Hunt

Kathleen Anne Hunt-Casey

Joseph Hunter

Robert R. Hussa

Abid Hussain

Thomas Edward Hynes

Walter G. Hynes

Joseph Anthony Ianelli

Zuhtu Ibis

Jonathan Lee Ielpi

Michael Iken

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Daniel James Shea

Joseph Patrick Shea

Linda Sheehan

Hagay Shefi

John Anthony Sherry

Atsushi Shiratori

Thomas Joseph Shubert

Mark Shulman

See Wong Shum

Allan Abraham Shwartzstein

Johanna Sigmund

Dianne T. Signer

Gregory Sikorsky

Stephen Gerard Siller

David Silver

Craig A. Silverstein

Nasima Hameed Simjee

Bruce Edward Simmons

Arthur Simon

Kenneth Alan Simon

Michael J. Simon

Paul Joseph Simon

Marianne Teresa Simone

Barry Simowitz

Jeff Lyal Simpson

Khamladai Singh

Kulwant Singh

Roshan Ramesh Singh

Thomas E. Sinton III

Peter A. Siracuse

Muriel Fay Siskopoulos

Joseph Michael Sisolak

John P. Skala

Francis Joseph Skidmore, Jr.

Toyena Skinner

Paul A. Skrzypek

Christopher Paul Slattery

Vincent Robert Slavin

Robert F. Sliwak

Paul K. Sloan

Stanley S. Smagala, Jr.

Wendy L. Small

Catherine Smith

Daniel Laurence Smith

George Eric Smith

James Gregory Smith

Jeffrey R. Smith

Joyce Patricia Smith

Karl T. Smith

Keisha Smith

Kevin Joseph Smith

Leon Smith, Jr.

Moira Ann Smith

Rosemary A. Smith

Bonnie Jeanne Smithwick

Rochelle Monique Snell

Leonard J. Snyder, Jr.

Astrid Elizabeth Sohan

Sushil S. Solanki

Ruben Solares

Naomi Leah Solomon

Daniel W. Song

Michael Charles Sorresse

Fabian Soto

Timothy Patrick Soulas

Gregory Spagnoletti

Donald F. Spampinato, Jr.

Thomas Sparacio

John Anthony Spataro

Robert W. Spear, Jr.

Maynard S. Spence, Jr.

George Edward Spencer III

Robert Andrew Spencer

Mary Rubina Sperando

Tina Spicer

Frank Spinelli

William E. Spitz

Joseph Spor, Jr.

Klaus Johannes Sprockamp

Saranya Srinuan

Fitzroy St. Rose

Michael F. Stabile

Lawrence T. Stack

Timothy M. Stackpole

Richard James Stadelberger

Eric Stahlman

Gregory Stajk

Alexandru Liviu Stan

Corina Stan

Mary Domenica Stanley

Anthony Starita

Jeffrey Stark

Derek James Statkevicus

Craig William Staub

William V. Steckman

Eric Thomas Steen

William R. Steiner

Alexander Steinman

Andrew Stergiopoulos

Andrew Stern

Martha Stevens

Michael James Stewart

Richard H. Stewart, Jr.

Sanford M. Stoller

Lonny Jay Stone

Jimmy Nevill Storey

Timothy Stout

Thomas Strada

James J. Straine, Jr.

Edward W. Straub

George J. Strauch, Jr.

Edward T. Strauss

Steven R. Strauss

Steven F. Strobert

Walwyn W. Stuart, Jr.

Benjamin Suarez

David Scott Suarez

Ramon Suarez

Yoichi Sugiyama

William Christopher Sugra

Daniel Suhr

David Marc Sullins

Christopher P. Sullivan

Patrick Sullivan

Thomas Sullivan

Hilario Soriano Sumaya, Jr.

James Joseph Suozzo

Colleen Supinski

Robert Sutcliffe

Seline Sutter

Claudia Suzette Sutton

John Francis Swaine

Kristine M. Swearson

Brian Edward Sweeney

Kenneth J. Swenson

Thomas Swift

Derek Ogilvie Sword

Kevin Thomas Szocik

Gina Sztejnberg

Norbert P. Szurkowski

Harry Taback

Joann Tabeek

Norma C. Taddei

Michael Taddonio

Keiichiro Takahashi

Keiji Takahashi

Phyllis Gail Talbot

Robert Talhami

Sean Patrick Tallon

Paul Talty

Maurita Tam

Rachel Tamares

Hector Tamayo

Michael Andrew Tamuccio

Kenichiro Tanaka

Rhondelle Cheri Tankard

Michael Anthony Tanner

Dennis Gerard Taormina, Jr.

Kenneth Joseph Tarantino

Allan Tarasiewicz

Ronald Tartaro

Darryl Anthony Taylor

Donnie Brooks Taylor

Lorisa Ceylon Taylor

Michael Morgan Taylor

Paul A. Tegtmeier

Yeshauant Tembe

Anthony Tempesta

Dorothy Pearl Temple

Stanley Temple

David Tengelin

Brian John Terrenzi

Lisa M. Terry

Shell Tester

Goumatie T. Thackurdeen

Sumati Thakur

Harshad Sham Thatte

Thomas F. Theurkauf, Jr.

Lesley Anne Thomas

Brian Thomas Thompson

Clive Thompson

Glenn Thompson

Nigel Bruce Thompson

Perry A. Thompson

Vanavah Alexei Thompson

William H. Thompson

Eric Raymond Thorpe

Nichola Angela Thorpe

Sal Edward Tieri, Jr.

John p Tierney

Mary Ellen Tiesi

William R. Tieste

Kenneth Francis Tietjen

Stephen Edward Tighe

Scott Charles Timmes

Michael E. Tinley

Jennifer M. Tino

Robert Frank Tipaldi

John James Tipping II

David Tirado

Hector Luis Tirado, Jr.

Michelle Lee Titolo

John J. Tobin


Richard Todisco

Vladimir Tomasevic

Stephen Kevin Tompsett

Thomas Tong

Doris Torres

Luis Eduardo Torres

Amy Elizabeth Toyen

Christopher Michael Traina

Daniel Patrick Trant

Abdoul Karim Traore

Glenn J. Travers

Walter Philip Travers

Felicia Y. Traylor-Bass

Lisa L. Trerotola

Karamo Trerra

Michael Angel Trinidad

Francis Joseph Trombino

Gregory James Trost

William P. Tselepis

Zhanetta Valentinovna Tsoy

Michael Tucker

Lance Richard Tumulty

Ching Ping Tung

Simon James Turner

Donald Joseph Tuzio

Robert T. Twomey

Jennifer Tzemis

John G. Ueltzhoeffer

Tyler V. Ugolyn

Michael A. Uliano

Jonathan J. Uman

Anil Shivhari Umarkar

Allen V. Upton

Diane Marie Urban

John Damien Vaccacio

Bradley Hodges Vadas

Renuta Vaidea

William Valcarcel

Felix Antonio Vale

Ivan Vale

Benito Valentin

Santos Valentin, Jr.

Carlton Francis Valvo II

Erica H. Van Acker

Kenneth W. Van Auken

Richard B. Van Hine

Daniel M. Van Laere

Edward Raymond Vanacore

Jon C. Vandevander

Barrett Vanvelzer, 4

Edward Vanvelzer

Paul Herman Vanvelzer

Frederick Thomas Varacchi

Gopalakrishnan Varadhan

David Vargas

Scott C. Vasel

Azael Ismael Vasquez

Arcangel Vazquez

Santos Vazquez

Peter Anthony Vega

Sankara S. Velamuri

Jorge Velazquez

Lawrence G. Veling

Anthony Mark Ventura

David Vera

Loretta Ann Vero

Christopher James Vialonga

Matthew Gilbert Vianna

Robert Anthony Vicario

Celeste Torres Victoria

Joanna Vidal

John T. Vigiano II

Joseph Vincent Vigiano

Frank J. Vignola, Jr.

Joseph Barry Vilardo

Sergio Villanueva

Chantal Vincelli

Melissa Vincent

Francine Ann Virgilio

Lawrence Virgilio

Joseph Gerard Visciano

Joshua S. Vitale

Maria Percoco Vola

Lynette D. Vosges

Garo H. Voskerijian

Alfred Vukosa

Gregory Kamal Bruno Wachtler

Gabriela Waisman

Courtney Wainsworth Walcott

Victor Wald

Benjamin James Walker

Glen Wall

Mitchel Scott Wallace

Peter Guyder Wallace

Robert Francis Wallace

Roy Michael Wallace

Jeanmarie Wallendorf

Matthew Blake Wallens

John Wallice, Jr.

Barbara P. Walsh

James Henry Walsh

Jeffrey P. Walz

Ching Wang

Weibin Wang

Michael Warchola

Stephen Gordon Ward

James Arthur Waring

Brian G. Warner

Derrick Washington

Charles Waters

James Thomas Waters, Jr.

Patrick J. Waters

Kenneth Thomas Watson

Michael Henry Waye

Todd Christopher Weaver

Walter Edward Weaver

Nathaniel Webb

Dinah Webster

Joanne Flora Weil

Michael T. Weinberg

Steven Weinberg

Scott Jeffrey Weingard

Steven George Weinstein

Simon Weiser

David M. Weiss

David Thomas Weiss

Vincent Michael Wells

Timothy Matthew Welty

Christian Hans Rudolf Wemmers

Ssu-Hui Wen

Oleh D. Wengerchuk

Peter M. West

Whitfield West, Jr.

Meredith Lynn Whalen

Eugene Whelan

Adam S. White

Edward James White III

James Patrick White

John Sylvester White

Kenneth Wilburn White, Jr.

Leonard Anthony White

Malissa Y. White

Wayne White

Leanne Marie Whiteside

Mark P. Whitford

Michael T. Wholey

Mary Catherine Wieman

Jeffrey David Wiener

Wilham J. Wik

Alison Marie Wildman

Glenn E. Wilkenson

John C. Willett

Brian Patrick Williams

Crossley Richard Williams, Jr.

David J. Williams

Deborah Lynn Williams

Kevin Michael Williams

Louie Anthony Williams

Louis Calvin Williams III

John P. Williamson

Donna Ann Wilson

William Wilson

David Harold Winton

Glenn J. Winuk

Thomas Francis Wise

Alan L. Wisniewski

Frank Thomas Wisniewski

David Wiswall

Sigrid Wiswe

Michael Wittenstein

Christopher W. Wodenshek

Martin P. Wohlforth

Katherine Susan Wolf

Jennifer Yen Wong

Siu Cheung Wong

Yin Ping Wong

Yuk Ping Wong

Brent James Woodall

James John Woods

Patrick J. Woods

Richard Herron Woodwell

David Terence Wooley

John Bentley Works

Martin Michael Wortley

Rodney James Wotton

William Wren

John Wayne Wright

Neil Robin Wright

Sandra Lee Wright

Jupiter Yambem

Suresh Yanamadala

Matthew David Yarnell

Myrna Yaskulka

Shakila Yasmin

Olabisi Shadie Layeni Yee

William Yemele

Edward P. York

Kevin Patrick York

Raymond R. York

Suzanne Youmans

Barrington Young

Jacqueline Young

Elkin Yuen

Joseph C. Zaccoli

Adel Agayby Zakhary

Arkady Zaltsman

Edwin J. Zambrana, Jr.

Robert Alan Zampieri

Mark Zangrilli

Ira Zaslow

Kenneth Albert Zelman

Abraham J. Zelmanowitz

Martin Morales Zempoaltecatl

Zhe Zeng

Marc Scott Zeplin

Jie Yao Justin Zhao

Ivelin Ziminski

Michael Joseph Zinzi

Charles A. Zion

Julie Lynne Zipper

Salvatore Zisa

Prokopios Paul Zois

Joseph J. Zuccala

Andrew S. Zucker

Igor Zukelman


List of Victims on American Airlines Flight 11

Anna Allison

David Lawrence Angell

Lynn Edwards Angell

Seima Aoyama

Barbara Jean Arestegui

Myra Joy Aronson

Christine Barbuto

Carolyn Beug

Kelly Ann Booms

Carol Marie Bouchard

Robin Lynne Kaplan

Neilie Anne Heffernan Casey

Jeffrey Dwayne Collman

Jeffrey W. Coombs

Tara Kathleen Creamer

Thelma Cuccinello

Patrick Currivan

Brian Paul Dale
David Dimeglio

Donald Americo Ditullio

Alberto Dominguez

Paige Marie Farley-Hackel

Alexander Milan Filipov

Carol Ann Flyzik

Paul J. Friedman

Karleton D.B. Fyfe

Peter Alan Gay

Linda M. George

Edmund Glazer

Lisa Reinhart Gordenstein

Andrew Peter Charles Curry Green

Peter Paul Hashem

Robert Jay Hayes

Edward R. Hennessy, Jr.

John A. Hofer

Cora Hidalgo Holland

John Nicholas Humber, Jr.

Waleed Joseph Iskandar

John Charles Jenkins

Charles Edward Jones

Barbara A. Keating

David P. Kovalcin

Judith Camilla Larocque

Natalie Janis Lasden

Daniel John Lee

Daniel M. Lewin

Sara Elizabeth Low

Susan A. Mackay

Karen Ann Martin

Thomas F. McGuinness, Jr.

Christopher D. Mello

Jeffrey Peter Mladenik

Carlos Alberto Montoya

Antonio Jesus Montoya Valdes

Laura Lee Morabito

Mildred Naiman

Laurie Ann Neira

Renee Lucille Newell

Kathleen Ann Nicosia

Jacqueline June Norton

Robert Grant Norton

John Ogonowski

Betty Ann Ong

Jane M. Orth

Thomas Nicholas Pecorelli

Berinthia B. Perkins

Sonia M. Puopolo

David E. Retik

Jean Destrehan Roger

Philip Martin Rosenzweig

Richard Barry Ross

Jessica Leigh Sachs

Rahma Salie

Heather Lee Smith

Dianne Bullis Snyder

Douglas Joel Stone

Xavier Suarez

Madeline Amy Sweeney

Michael Theodoridis

James Anthony Trentini

Mary Barbara Trentini

Pendyala Vamsikrishna

Mary Alice Wahlstrom

Kenneth Waldie

John Joseph Wenckus

Candace Lee Williams

Christopher Rudolph Zarba, Jr.


List of Victims on United Airlines Flight 175

Alona Abraham

Garnet Edward Bailey

Mark Lawrence Bavis

Graham Andrew Berkeley

Touri Bolourchi

Klaus Bothe

Daniel Raymond Brandhorst

David Reed Gamboa Brandhorst

John Brett Cahill

Christoffer Mikael Carstanjen

John J. Corcoran III

Dorothy Alma de Araujo

Ana Gloria Pocasangre Debarrera

Robert John Fangman

Lisa Anne Frost

Ronald Gamboa

Lynn Catherine Goodchild

Peter M. Goodrich

Douglas Alan Gowell

Francis Edward Grogan

Carl Max Hammond, Jr.

Christine Lee Hanson

Peter Burton Hanson

Susan Kim Hanson

Gerald Francis Hardacre

Eric Hartono

James Edward Hayden

Herbert Wilson Homer

Michael Robert Horrocks

Robert Adrien Jalbert

Amy N. Jarret

Ralph Kershaw

Heinrich Kimmig

Amy R. King

Brian Kinney

Kathryn L. LaBorie

Robert G. Leblanc

Maclovio Lopez, Jr.

Marianne Macfarlane

Alfred Gilles Marchand

Louis Mariani

Juliana McCourt

Ruth Magdaline McCourt

Wolfgang Peter Menzel

Shawn M. Nassaney

Marie Pappalardo

Patrick J. Quigley IV

Frederick Charles Rimmele III

James Roux

Jesus Sanchez

Victor J. Saracini

Mary Kathleen Shearer

Robert M. Shearer

Jane Louise Simpkin

Brian David Sweeney

Michael C. Tarrou

Alicia N. Titus

Timothy Ray Ward
William Michael Weems
List of Victims at the Pentagon Note: USA - United Stated Army; USN - United States Navy


SPC Craig S. Amundson, USA

YN3 Melissa Rose Barnes, USN

MSG Max J. Beilke, Retired

IT2 Kris Romeo Bishundat, USN

Carrie R. Blagburn

COL Canfield D. Boone, ARNG

Donna M. Bowen

Allen P. Boyle

ET3 Christopher L. Burford, USN

ET3 Daniel M. Caballero, USN

SFC Jose O. Calderon-Olmedo, USA

Angelene C. Carter

Sharon A. Carver

SFC John J. Chada, USA, Retired

Rosa Maria Chapa

Julian T. Cooper

LCDR Eric A. Cranford, USN

Ada M. Davis

CAPT Gerald F. DeConto, USN

LTC Jerry D. Dickerson, USA

IT1 Johnnie Doctor, Jr., USN

CAPT Robert E. Dolan, Jr., USN

CDR William H. Donovan, USN

CDR Patrick Dunn, USN

AG1 Edward T. Earhart, USN

LCDR Robert R. Elseth, USNR

SK3 Jamie L. Fallon, USN

Amelia V. Fields

Gerald P. Fisher

AG2 Matthew M. Flocco, USN

Sandra N. Foster

CAPT Lawrence D. Getzfred, USN

Cortez Ghee

Brenda C. Gibson

COL Ronald F. Golinski, USA, Retired

Diane Hale-McKinzy

Carolyn B. Halmon

Sheila M.S. Hein

ET1 Ronald J. Hemenway, USN

MAJ Wallace Cole Hogan, Jr., USA

SSG Jimmie I. Holley, USA, Retired

Angela M. Houtz

Brady Kay Howell

Peggie M. Hurt

LTC Stephen N. Hyland, Jr., USA

Lt Col Robert J. Hymel, USAF, Retired

SGM Lacey B. Ivory, USA

LTC Dennis M. Johnson, USA

Judith L. Jones

Brenda Kegler

LT Michael S. Lamana, USN

David W. Laychak

Samantha L. Lightbourn-Allen

MAJ Stephen V. Long, USA

James T. Lynch, Jr.

Terence M. Lynch

OS2 Nehamon Lyons IV, USN

Shelley A. Marshall

Teresa M. Martin

Ada L. Mason-Acker

LTC Dean E. Mattson, USA

LTG Timothy J. Maude, USA

Robert J. Maxwell

Molly L. McKenzie

Patricia E. Mickley

MAJ Ronald D. Milam, USA

Gerard P. Moran, Jr.

Odessa V. Morris

ET1 Brian A. Moss, USN

Teddington H. Moy

LCDR Patrick J. Murphy, USNR

Khang Ngoc Nguyen

DM2 Michael A. Noeth, USN

Ruben S. Ornedo

Diana B. Padro

LT Jonas M. Panik, USNR

MAJ Clifford L. Patterson, Jr., USA

LT Darin H. Pontell, USNR

Scott Powell

CAPT Jack D. Punches, USN, Retired

AW1 Joseph J. Pycior, Jr., USN

Deborah A. Ramsaur

Rhonda Sue Rasmussen

IT1 Marsha D. Ratchford, USN

Martha M. Reszke

Cecelia E. (Lawson) Richard

Edward V. Rowenhorst

Judy Rowlett

SGM Robert E. Russell, USA, Retired

CW4 William R. Ruth, ARNG

Charles E. Sabin, Sr.

Marjorie C. Salamone

COL David M. Scales, USA

CDR Robert A. Schlegel, USN

Janice M. Scott

LTC Michael L. Selves, USA, Retired

Marian H. Serva

CDR Dan F. Shanower, USN

Antionette M. Sherman

Diane M. Simmons

Cheryle D. Sincock

ITC Gregg H. Smallwood, USN

LTC Gary F. Smith, USA, Retired

Patricia J. Statz

Edna L. Stephens

SGM Larry L. Strickland, USA

LTC Kip P. Taylor, USA

Sandra C. Taylor

LTC Karl W. Teepe, USA, Retired

SGT Tamara C. Thurman, USA

LCDR Otis V. Tolbert, USN

SSG Willie Q. Troy, USA, Retired

LCDR Ronald J. Vauk, USNR

LTC Karen J. Wagner, USA

Meta L. (Fuller) Waller

SPC Chin Sun Pak Wells, USA

SSG Maudlyn A. White, USA

Sandra L. White

Ernest M. Willcher

LCDR David L. Williams, USN

MAJ Dwayne Williams, USA

RMC Marvin Roger Woods, USN, Retired

IT2 Kevin W. Yokum, USN

ITC Donald M. Young, USN

Edmond G. Young, Jr.

Lisa L. Young

List of Victims on American Airlines Flight 77


Paul W. Ambrose

Yeneneh Betru

Mary Jane Booth

Bernard C. Brown, II

CAPT Charles F. Burlingame III, USNR, Retired

Suzanne M. Calley

William E. Caswell

David M. Charlebois

Sarah M. Clark

Asia S. Cottom

James D. Debeuneure

Rodney Dickens

Eddie A. Dillard

LCDR Charles A. Droz III, USN, Retired

Barbara G. Edwards

Charles S. Falkenberg

Dana Falkenberg

Zoe Falkenberg

J. Joseph Ferguson

Darlene E. Flagg

RADM Wilson F. Flagg, USNR, Retired

1stLt Richard P. Gabriel, USMC, Retired

Ian J. Gray

Stanley R. Hall

Michele M. Heidenberger

Bryan C. Jack

Steven D. Jacoby

Ann C. Judge

Chandler R. Keller

Yvonne E. Kennedy

Norma Cruz Khan

Karen Ann Kincaid

Dong Chul Lee

Jennifer Lewis

Kenneth E. Lewis

Renee A. May

Dora Marie Menchaca

Christopher C. Newton

Barbara K. Olson

Ruben S. Ornedo

Robert Penninger

Robert R. Ploger III

Zandra F. Ploger

Lisa J. Raines

Todd H. Reuben

John P. Sammartino

George W. Simmons

Donald D. Simmons

Mari-Rae Sopper

Robert Speisman

Norma Lang Steuerle

Hilda E. Taylor

Leonard E. Taylor

Sandra D. Teague

Leslie A. Whittington

CAPT John D. Yamnicky, Sr., USN, Retired

Vicki Yancey

Shuyin Yang

Yuguag Zheng


List of Victims on United Airlines Flight 93


Christian Adams

Lorraine G. Bay

Todd Beamer

Alan Beaven

Mark K. Bingham

Deora Frances Bodley

Sandra W. Bradshaw

Marion Britton

Thomas E. Burnett Jr.

William Cashman

Georgine Rose Corrigan

Patricia Cushing

Jason Dahl

Joseph Deluca

Patrick Driscoll

Edward Porter Felt

Jane C. Folger

Colleen Fraser

Andrew Garcia

Jeremy Glick

Lauren Grandcolas

Wanda A. Green

Donald F. Greene

Linda Gronlund

Richard Guadagno

Leroy Homer, Jr.

Toshiya Kuge

CeeCee Lyles

Hilda Marcin

Waleska Martinez

Nicole Miller

Louis J. Nacke, II

Donald Arthur Peterson

Jean Hoadley Peterson

Mark Rothenberg

Christine Snyder

John Talignani

Honor Elizabeth Wainio

Deborah Ann Jacobs Welsh

Kristin Gould White



Monday, September 8, 2014

What The Hell Facebook...

Looking on my Facebook page today I am convinced that Facebook thinks I am fat. That is not me just rationalizing or over thinking things. It really must think I am fat, because all of my "sponsors" and adds on my page are fat loss transformations or diet pills. Just what are you trying to say FB??? Huh???!!! Huh!!! Well, I am waiting......

And if it weren't bad enough that every time I want to read my friend's statuses I feel Facebook's disapproving digital eye watching me and silently shaking it's imaginary head in disgust of my eating a honey bun while typing, I just saw a post about some neurological disease and it's symptoms with pictures as an add.....really.... Like I, the medial OCD fear person, really need to read something like that. Why don't you just start listing the symptoms of Ebola with the picture of someone bleeding from their eyes on there too so the next time I get the chills and a fever I can be totally paranoid and freaked out and never sleep peacefully  again. Oh my God, why just why???!!!

I go out of my way, out of my way people, to avoid shows about diseases or viruses. I avoid shows that I deem to be "Fear mongers" such as Doctor OZ. It is a lovely show, if you don't have OCD. I watched it one time, all the way through and now I have to wrestle with the fear of eating microwave popcorn.  It is one of my carb friendly snacks. And before someone jumps in and tells me how to make it on the stove or in a  healthier manner and what not, I have had to give up cake because of this damn diabetes. I refuse to give up my microwave buttered popcorn for a healthier option. I have had healthy eating out the wazoo and I want my damn  movie butter popcorn, okay. Is that so wrong?

I turn the news off when it starts to talk about sickness invading the supermarkets or how long you should actually wash your hands. I wash my hands at least forty times a day. I don't need to know that you should sing happy birthday twice for them to be clean. I don't need to know that hot water doesn't kill germs any better than cold water. I am at the sink way too much as it is and I don't need to add a time limit to my washing on top of all of my washing, that's just crazy. And what if I want to actually use hot water? If I want to wash my hands in cheese wiz and curdled milk while dancing the two step and singling Mi Sharona while jumping up and down in a circle, I can. You are not the boss of me, late night news! I like hot water, okay? It makes me "feel" cleaner. Is it not okay to just let something "feel" clean? I mean, OCD is all about how things "feel" anyway. If hot water makes me feel better than I am going to keep using it. So step off, sheesh.

All of this fear spreading and too much information is not helpful, not to people like me that wrestle with daily fears of becoming sick or contracting rare diseases from inhaling sheep farts from Scandinavia. I mean, sure the sheep fart thing is funny, and I was trying to be funny there but the reality is devastating. How would you like to be afraid of touching things or people? Or being convinced something is horribly medically wrong with you constantly and you have to try and ignore it, or push it down, or look at it and repeat why you don't have some horrible rare issue going on and it is all in your head? And I am not talking about once or twice a year. I am talking about dealing with this anxiety, this fear every single day. It's hard, so very very hard. I hate it and I hate how it makes me feel.

And I use things to distract myself from such thoughts, because that is what you do when you don't want to spend the next three days worrying if you got Hepatitis from a toilet seat you hovered over in the Walmart bathroom three weeks ago. You distract so you don't obsess. It isn't fool proof but it can help. I never look at things online that are about illnesses because I feel the need to read them and then it fucking freaks me out. I learned a long time ago to avoid googling such stuff only to find it staring at me on Facebook like a long lost friend waving in my face and begging to be acknowledged.....Well, I didn't acknowledge it. I simply clicked the "I don't want to see this" button and moved on. I ignored that "long lost friend" like it was the two faced friend you had in high school that bullied you in the halls but wanted to hang out at your house because your parents had the state of the art new fangled television set and they only had a tube t.v. (yes I am that old) I ignored it, because much like the bully in the halls was not your friend, this information is not your friend either. It is Fear's friend and Fear is your enemy. The enemy of thy enemy is thy friend ergo the friend of your enemy is your enemy.

And here in lies my issue. I have been avoiding much of the news due to the coverage of Ebola outbreak (which terrifies me), I am out of books to read, my online games have started to bore me,  so I log onto Facebook only to find it keeps insinuating that I am in dire need of "the world's fastest stomach slimming fruit" or to try the special all raw vegetable diet or to lose six inches off my waist quickly. I wouldn't be surprised if the next time I log on my name has been changed to Fatty McFatterson, and now I have to dodge illness and rare disease adds to boot. Why can't my adds and sponsors be all about shoes or paper crafts? I love shoes and paper crafts. Why does my FB page have to both insult me and terrify me at the same time? I just wanted to read how my Facebook friend's day went.....I mean, what the hell Facebook? What the hell?

Neurotic Nelly




Tuesday, September 2, 2014

It Will Come...

After I heard the news I wept. Not right after the news specifically, but after I called everyone. One would think saying it over and over again would laminate it over in my mind, "I have bad news....I am so sorry....she is gone.....I love you too." That it would soften the blow each time I said such ugly words. "I am so sorry, she is gone." I am always the one to make the calls, because it is what I do. I am the calm one. The one that can lambaste the information quickly and slightly monotone one phone call after another in rapid succession. I knew that it would be too hard for my grandmother or mother to have to keep relaying the news to others, so I became the Paul Revere of death. Crying out the information to anyone that would listen, "The grief is coming! The grief is coming!" I wanted to help, no I needed to help. To do something, anything but sit there and think about what was to come next.

Then I went in the kitchen wiped my face and had a violent argument with myself. Took stock in my own feelings. I did not want to go through this. I do not want to grieve. I hate this and I know exactly what it is going to feel like. The pain and devastation, the anger of loss. I don't want to do it and so I declared that I wouldn't. I simply wouldn't grieve the loss of my loved one. Instead, I dried the last of my tears off of my raw face and made dinner.

I am good at distraction. I am a semi closeted control freak. Usually, when a loved one passes, I immerse myself in the plans of what is to be done next. Funeral arraignments and helping the family consume the time normal people use to grieve. I do not allow grief for my own loss until everything is in order and over with. I have to be strong for my family. I am here to provide a function of getting what needs to be done, done so they can deal with the pain. I am good at distracting my feelings because it needs to be that way during this time. And so I wipe off my tears and make dinner, and do laundry, and make phone calls, and set up plans, and send flowers.

But this time is different. I am not making plans and funeral arraignments because I am not there. I am here and I have nothing to consume myself with. I can feel the deep overwhelming pull of grief swirling within me and yet I am unable to touch it with my fingers. Unable to immerse my hands in it's black gritty desperation. Unable to stick my palms into it's sticky darkness. I am simply waiting for it to reach me...

I have found myself doing 'busy work" to make the time sludge along faster. Making pointless pintrest posts and reading too many mind numbing facebook statuses. Watching B movies with the sound off. Internally planning upcoming events. There are birthdays and Thanksgiving and Christmas still to come. I am careful to avoid the mental mine fields that would hasten the memory of loss. Birthdays are fine to think about because her's was in May, and Thanksgiving is just turkey and stuffing, but Christmas is off limits. I will think of what to get my children, and husband, and follow down the line until I reach her name. Except it wont really be her name anymore, just a gaping black hole where her name used to be. Almost as if her name was written on yellowed brittle parchment only to have been scratched out and excised with a scalpel. I am afraid if I look closely I can still see where it used to be and then my battle to avoid my feelings will be lost.

 I am scared. I am scared that soon this facade will crumble and my mask will fall to the floor exposing what I know to be true. What I am currently and openly denying is happening. That I am not okay. I don't want to go through this. I do not want to feel this. I do not want to hurt like this and yet I know it is coming. It is a delayed reaction. It is much like watching a train barreling towards you as you try to jump to safety only to realize it is too late. You have already been hit by the train, you just don't know it yet. I am aware I have been struck, I am just waiting for it to arrive. I am waiting for the grief to overcome my paltry defenses and make me deal with it. Make me look at it's hideous face. Make me spill out my tears and tear out my own heart. I am sitting here waiting because I have no delusions of grandeur. It will come....and I will lose.

Rest in peace Aunt Patti,
Neurotic Nelly

Thursday, August 28, 2014

Goodbye......

I wanted to take a moment and thank everyone for your thoughts and prayers that you sent in my aunt's direction. Unfortunately, my Aunt Patti died today.  I am just......I don't know what I am. Devastated, bereft, empty....... there are so many words and yet none of them quite reach the level of pain I am in.

She went to take a nap and never woke up. I am glad she didn't suffer but at this time we do not know what she died from. I strongly suspect a brain bleed or stroke from the falls she had been having. They didn't give her a M.R.I at the one hospital and she had been acting very odd since that last bad fall where she hit her head. I was not there, but she had commented on them threatening to put her in a psych ward because of her onset erratic behavior. They never assumed it might be medical just mental. She was a little nutty before, but she was not mental in that way til after the fall. I feel like maybe they saw her, her record, her being a recovering drug addict and they wrote her off like a piece of garbage. Like she wasn't worth their time. It has happened before. It pisses me off.

I was lucky enough to have had a phone conversation with her two days ago where we made each other laugh and I told her how much I loved her. She said she knew that and that we didn't have to say the words because we both knew how much we cared for each other.

That meant the world to me....it still does.

I won't be able to go to her funeral and I am very upset about that. I want to but I can not afford the prices to fly across the country( and I have severe panic attacks on flights), the bus prices are no better, and there is no train service that goes directly from here to where she is. I can't just leave my kids here and they are in school now, so I can't take them with me. My husband is unable to get off work for the three to four day trip.....basically, I wont get to go. I just hope that she knows I wanted to be there. I want to support her children in their time of need and I love her enough to do all that I can, which sadly doesn't really seem like much.

My grandma is going to go though, and my heart breaks so much for her. She lost her oldest son thirteen years ago and now she has lost a daughter. I can not imagine....I just can't. I can't even try to think about it without crying. I once had two uncles, a mother, and an aunt. Now I have one uncle and my mom. Somewhere along the way we have lost half of our family and neither of them ever even reached the age of fifty five.

In our last talk she said that when she died she wanted someone to read something really nice about her. It made me uncomfortable because I didn't want to talk about her leaving us, leaving me, or even the possibility of it.

 What could I say about her that I haven't said already? She was hilarious and fun. She always kept you on your toes with her wit and intelligence. She was loving, caring, compassionate. She was a true friend.


I don't really know what to say except that Patti was an amazing woman. She was smart and funny. She had a big heart and an extreme stubbornness, that I admire. Many people only saw her for her addictions and they placed blame on her. It is their loss. She was beautiful, magnificent, flawed, and broken in many places and yet she kept going, working, striving to carve out a life of her own against abuse, and addiction, and every other harmful thing that had tried to steal away her life bit by bit. When I look at Patti in my mind I see a survivor. A gutsy, strong, fearless survivor that never gave up, never backed down.

Looking back on it, I find it an extreme shame that many never got to know my aunt. That many let their judgments prevent them from seeing such an incredible person. Someone who could make anyone feel comfortable and then turn around and make things uncomfortable just to get a laugh.  Someone who never judged others because she knew how shitty it feels to be judged. Someone who loved with all of her heart even if she didn't always know what to do with all of that love. She tried. She tried relentlessly, everyday and really what more can you ask of someone but to try?

I guess if I had one thing to say to her it would be that I know she had a very hard life, I know that she was flawed and had issues, I know that she struggled.....but even with all of that I am thankful everyday that I got the honor of her being my aunt. That no one could have taken her place. That if there would have been different choices of who could be your aunt, I would have chosen her every single time...because she was worth it all. All of the struggles and pain. She is worth every single tear we have shed. Sometimes over her and sometimes with her. She was worth the beauty she brought into our lives and I will miss her everyday, always, for the rest of my life.

Goodbye my Aunt Patti...... til I see you again...I will keep you in my heart always.

Neurotic Nelly

Hectic...

Sorry I was unable to write on Tuesday. Things are sooo hectic right now. Both of my kids have started back to school. One of them is doing online school which is way more complicated than I previously thought, but I am sure it will get easier when we get used to how it works. Also my husband has vacation all week long so my schedule is completely off. I am no longer sure which days are which. It is Thursday right?

I am still worried about my Aunt but we won't know much about her issues until after a M.R.I. which won't be until next week. I would love for her to have gotten one when she last fell and hit her head, but that crappy shack of a hospital didn't have one. I mean, what hospital doesn't have a simple M.R.I. machine???!!!??? That one, apparently.

So in short, I have been so damn frazzled I have no idea what to write about, I haven't been able to keep all the way up with reading the posts in my group, and even have struggled to read some of my comments in an orderly fashion. (So if I haven't responded to any comments you may have left for me, I apologize and will be answering them shortly)My normal plans have been altered and as someone with OCD I am finding it hard to get into the scheme of things. I am not sleeping well. I am stressed. I have been more aggravated than usual. I haven't been in the best of moods. I just don't deal well with changes in my daily regimen. Ugh.

I will find my niche though, and I will get back to my usual blogging. Sorry about this guys, and I hope to be back writing with an actual post about mental illness on Tuesday. Till then, hope you all have a marvelous weekend.....hurry up Saturday I need a nap already!

Neurotic Nelly

Thursday, August 21, 2014

She Never Had A Chance.....

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I was going to write a post about mental illness but honestly, my mind is somewhere else right now. My Aunt has had an extremely hard life.

Picture a beautiful blonde haired, green eyed girl with a slight band of freckles across the bridge of her nose, growing up in the sixties and seventies. Bell bottoms and maxi dresses. Peace and love.  Picture her smile and her humor. Picture her life surrounded by love and laughter, and it would be true except that her life wasn't surrounded by love and laughter or very many smiles.

She was abused as a child by the same person that molested my mother. Physically, sexually, and mentally tormented. Called ugly and stupid. Her nickname by her father/abuser was "rummy dummy". He never called her by her name just "rummy dummy" as to make her feel even more worthless and ignorant over and over again. He called her a liar and so she learned to lie because no one believed her anyway. He took from her, her innocence, her sense of self, her security every child has a right to feel, and her voice. She has been a hardcore drug addict since the age of thirteen. She has lived on the streets, turned tricks, and been in prison several times. This is the reality of drug use. The ugly horrible truth of what life is like for addicts. Being used and using others all for a fix to numb the pain. So when I say that no one wakes up and says, "Today, I am going to become a drug addict", I mean it. There is no glory in living an addicts life. No comfort when you have to live in crack houses, sleep on the concrete sidewalk, steal for food, get high behind a rancid dumpster in some darkened alley way, or getting in a car with some john paying you to demean yourself all for a fix. She has been beaten black and blue, raped, robbed. She has been strangled, humiliated, and demonized. She had boyfriends beat her and turn her out. She was arrested so many times in Dallas that the police knew her by sight. None of these people she was around cared for her. All of them abused her much like the father she grew up with. No comfort. No love, only pain. She has suffered immensely.

What do you lose as an addict? You lose yourself. You lose your children. You lose your family's trust and respect. The belief that you are a worthy human being. The understanding that you deserve better. That you have a disease, because addiction is a disease and not a choice.You lose everything.

Underneath all of that my aunt is a good person, just a person that wrestles the demons of her past and has no idea how to get rid of them. My mother got therapy for the abuse, my aunt turned to the needle. It could have been my mom. I could have been raised by a drug addict. Very easily my mother and aunt could have lived on the same path. But they didn't.

There is a large amount of addicts in my family. It is a sign of the dysfunction that has seeped down the line. Loving addicts changes a person. You try and live a normal life but somethings are never truly normal. I can not explain the hardship of growing up wondering when we would get the phone call that one of our loved ones would be found dead in some ditch somewhere from over dosing or being murdered due to the dangerous people that addicts hang around.  The apprehension of any late night phone calls. Afraid that each ring was an omen of the bad news we tried to prepare ourselves to hear. Would it be my brother, my sister, my uncle, or my aunt? Thankfully, all of them have gotten clean and we never received that dreaded phone call, just the calls we got when they were arrested. The visiting a loved one in jail or reading letters from them sent from prison. The stories of the horrible things they have endured to get high. We are a remarkable family for all that we have been through and yet there are so many of us families out there. Wrestling with the loss/pain and frustration of loving our addicts because we love the person not the disease. There becomes a loss of hope as we watch the ones we love lose everything around them and spiral out of control. We have to learn not to enable and that is hard because we know why they suffer and we don't want them to suffer more and yet we can't give them money, or trust their actions. or get them out of trouble. They have to hit rock bottom and unfortunately, sometimes rock bottom kills them. It feels like watching them drown and there is no way to save them until they are ready to ask for a life jacket.

Out of all of the addicts in my family, my aunt struggles the most. My uncle was clean and sober for over ten years when he died of a heart attack. My brother and sister are relatively healthy and have been clean for years. My aunt still wrestles with addiction and relapse. She is still in the system and is on probation. She had a five year clean streak until her then husband started using and started pressuring her to use again. That was years ago. She got clean again for a bit and relapsed two years ago. She is freshly clean again. It has been on and off but she tries really hard.... Her life has been very difficult. To makes matters worse, her 54 year old body has been greatly affected by her abuse of it over the years. She has difficulty breathing. She has hepatitis. She once had gangrene in her needle marks. She has had unusual illnesses that only come with being in the dirty disgusting drug dens or from being a prostitute or injecting that shit into your veins. Now, she is on oxygen. She has something wrong with her lungs but we are not sure what, and today I learned that while in the hospital she has suffered a stroke. She can't talk right, she isn't cognizant of what is going on, and she is scared. Worst of all she doesn't seem to know who we are and she is halfway across the country from us. All I keep thinking is what can I do to help? How can I comfort her? This woman who has never really had any real comfort in her life.

My heart is just broken for this woman. This strong woman who has battled for so long. Not just an addict but a woman I love very deeply. Because addicts are not just addicts they are also the broken people underneath the disease. She is an addict but she is still my aunt, a beautiful blonde green eyed woman trapped in addicts failing body. I want to hate my grandfather. I want to rage at him but he too is dead and sadly he too was a victim of horrid sickening sexual and physical abuse. He had no childhood. He was terribly abused and by many. It doesn't excuse what he did but it explains his sick perspective. When someone says abuse is a cycle, they know what they are talking about.  I don't know how to feel right now except sad. My mother says when she thinks of my aunt she thinks she never really had a chance.....

She never knew trust. Never knew love from a man that didn't consist of rape, abuse, or drugs except her first husband but she was too far into drugs to stay and didn't understand his love because she equates love with pain. Never been told she is a worthy human being. Never been taken seriously. Never believed. Never trusted because of the drug use. Has no home, no job, no career, no family close by except her girlfriend, no pets, no car, no plans for the future that most of us have. She has never gone on a real vacation or traveled outside of the U.S. She has nothing that most of us take for granted everyday and yet she is the age most people look at to start retiring. She should have those things but drugs took those things away from her. Her disease has taken away so much. Her abuser continues to win every time she uses which also allows his abusers to win. Yes, I know she has to take responsibility for her actions but then I wonder who should take responsibility for why she uses to forget in the first place? The way she grew up and the path she took I sometimes think my mother is more right then she knows. Maybe she really didn't have a chance at a normal life because my mom found help and my aunt never could...

I sit here and write this I have no idea why. I guess I wanted other people to know her story. She deserves to be believed and her story counts. Maybe other people will understand addicts better from it. Maybe other families going through this will find comfort that they are not alone. Maybe my aunt will find comfort in the fact she is not alone....She deserved better and she still does. Maybe people will see how abuse ruins people's lives. How damaging it is. How it affects everything you do and every choice that you make. Maybe it will bring some sympathy in the hearts of those that think addicts want to live such a miserable life. They don't, they are just tortured and need help.

I am not giving up hope for her. I refuse to give up on her like so many have. My mom and grandma and my other uncle and his wife will continue to hope that she will recover as will my aunt's girlfriend. She needs to know that we love her and we believe in her. She is not "rummy dummy" she is Patti and she is beautiful. She is magnificent. She is worthy. Maybe she never had a chance, but she has one now.

So I am asking if you guys would send her some positive thoughts, or pray for her, or send her light. She needs to recover from this stroke so she can continue her path of staying clean. I would really appreciate it because, dammit that woman has had enough crap coming down on her all of her life. She could use a little support.

Thanks guys,
Neurotic Nelly


Saturday, August 16, 2014

Big Tongue, Small Mind....RANT. RANT. RANT.....

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I like Gene Simmons. His music isn't necessarily my go to music but I do like his brand. He is a very savvy intelligent guy. He happens to be in my uncle's favorite band. I am familiar with his work and I have even bought some of his merchandise as Christmas presents. That being said, I am woefully dumbfounded by some comments that he made on July 31 during an interview with Songfacts that are just coming to the surface. To be fair, this was a rather long and interesting interview and this is only a small blurb of many topics he discussed but here is the quote that has recently put him in hot water.


When asked if he still gets along with the original guys he answered the following:


No, I don't get along with anybody who's a drug addict and has a dark cloud over their head and sees themselves as a victim. Drug addicts and alcoholics are always: "The world is a harsh place." My mother was in a concentration camp in Nazi Germany. I don't want to hear fuck all about "the world as a harsh place." She gets up every day, smells the roses and loves life. And for a putz, 20-year-old kid to say, "I'm depressed, I live in Seattle." Fuck you, then kill yourself.
I never understand, because I always call them on their bluff. I'm the guy who says 'Jump!' when there's a guy on top of a building who says, "That's it, I can't take it anymore, I'm going to jump."
Are you kidding? Why are you announcing it? Shut the fuck up, have some dignity and jump! You've got the crowd.
By the way, you walk up to the same guy on a ledge who threatens to jump and put a gun to his head, "I'm going to blow your fuckin' head off!" He'll go, "Please don't!" It's true. He's not that insane.


You can read the article and interview yourself in it's entirety here:


When he received the negative attention he did apologize stating :


"To the extent my comments reported by the media speak of depression, I was wrong and in the spur of the moment made remarks that in hindsight were made without regard for those who truly suffer the struggles of depression. Somewhere along the line, my intention of speaking in very directly and perhaps politically incorrectly about drug use and alcoholics has been misconstrued as vile commentary on depression. Unkind statements about depression was certainly never my intention. I simply want to be clear that my heart goes out to anyone suffering from depression and I deeply regret any offhand remarks in the heat of an interview that might have suggested otherwise."

Now, I am happy he apologized but nowhere in that statement does he explain why his comments were wrong, leaving me to believe that maybe he doesn't understand why what he said was both damaging and completely insensitive. For me to accept his apology he would have to not only have educated himself on depression but also make an effort to educate everyone else that he made that comment to, on it as well. His apology to me speaks of backtracking and reeks of an ass covering fluff piece all people backpedal into when they say something inappropriate but have no idea why it is in fact, inappropriate. I would like to enlighten him and people that think this way about depression and other mental illnesses so bear with me and hold onto your hats girl's it isn't going to be pretty.

Mr. Simmons, I agree with you about your mother who suffered through a horrific event. The holocaust was absolutely horrible. I am not even sure there is a word to describe the horrors of that period of time. The crimes committed against innocent people were tragic and horrendous. I stand by that statement completely. Your mother must be a wonderful, courageous, and strong person to have lived through such, and I totally see where you are coming from at this point of your statement. However, your main issue is comparing your mother's traumatic life in the concentration camp to other people's traumatic life events and you can't effectively do that. All pain is pain and there is no comparison.  Who are you to act as if this mythical twenty year old from Seattle hasn't gone through enough pain to be suicidal? Are you the pain police?  Do you know his life personally? Maybe he was abused. Maybe he was molested as a child. Maybe he has no other family. Maybe he suffers from other mental illnesses. Maybe the horrors of his life are so profound to him that he doesn't know how to deal with them any other way than to beg for help as loudly as he can. Sure, he looks like a regular twenty year old from Seattle but then again, we all appear normal on the outside. The holocaust was caused by evil people, depression is caused by a chemical imbalance in our brains. There is no one to punish or hold accountable for the horrors of depression. So we end up not only feeling hopeless but also blaming ourselves for having depression in the first place. 

I would like you to think about how much pain it takes to make someone to not want to live anymore. I would further like you to think about the fact that addicts, which you so despise, usually become addicts to suppress such agonizing things such as mental illnesses, physical pain, abuse issues, and feelings of self degradation and worthlessness. No one wakes up one morning and says," Today I want to become a drug addict." That life is neither fun nor noble. No one purposely chooses to end up with a needle in their arm in some dark scum covered alley smelling of urine and unwashed body odor.

As to the comment about holding the gun next to a suicidal person's head, let me be real with you for a minute. My great uncle decided to end his life by blowing his brains out all over the ceiling. Do you really think that if you had popped up beside him right before he pulled the trigger and put a pistol to his head he would have begged for his life? In what world does that make any fucking sense? And sadly, my great uncle wasn't loudly protesting what he was going through, although we all wish he had been. Maybe we could have saved him or gotten him help if we had known this was where he was at mentally. Or at the very least we would know why he felt killing himself was the only way out, we still don't know why and because he is not here to tell us that, we never will.

Or since you are obviously so knowledgeable about suicide and other people's pain maybe you could have been there to tell him simply to cheer up. Maybe your pep talk with a gun would have made him change his mind and my great grandparents could have ended up walking in and seeing him sitting there reading a newspaper and smoking a pipe rather than opening up the door and stepping in his brain matter....what do you think? Possible??? 

Or you could have also applied this logic to my mother the second before she swallowed a bottle of prescription pills when she was 31. You could tell her that just because she was raped from the age of seven to the age of eighteen by her father who was the community preacher, that her pain isn't as bad as your mother's so she should just quit her bitching. It doesn't matter that she suffers from Depression, Bipolar, and PTSD. Since you know all about pain and suicide and who has the right to be miserable or not, you could save us all from ourselves and our own "pity parties" before it is too late. We want you to stop us before we become too victim like for your taste, because your opinion seems to be the only one that matters.

You see Mr.Simmons, suicide isn't about attention grabbing, or pity, or unfounded misguided jealousy. It isn't about what you have or don't have, or what horrid God awful things have happened in your life, or if you were born into a perfectly wonderful family with no issues. Suicide is the final act of immense desperation. An act to simply end unbearable agony and hopelessness. As you said," He'll go, "Please don't!" It's true. He's not that insane." you have made a great misjudgment. At that exact moment in time when he/she is ready to step over that threshold and commit suicide, they are just that insane and make no mistake, they are victims.  Victims of a disease that kills more people than AIDS, car accidents, homicides, or prostate cancer. But hey, what do I know? Maybe after losing one family member to suicide and almost losing my own mother to it, I am just a tad bit sensitive on the matter. Well, then I am just so very sorry to have to put a damper on your ignorant way of thinking.

Apparently, Mr. Simmons has never had to live with depression or known anyone in his circle of loved ones that has suffered from it. Apparently, he has never had to deal with the ragged, open, gaping wound left behind from a loved one's suicide. Well, good for him, I wish that we could all be so lucky. I wish that none of the 30,000 American families each year never had to know what it is like finding your loved one dead on the floor in a pile of empty pill bottles, or bleeding from the wrists, or after shooting themselves in the face, or after suffocating themselves with car exhaust, or see their broken bodies after jumping from a building, or God forbid finding them hanging from a belt wedged between the closet door and the door frame...... 

We are all victims of this disease whether we suffer from it or not Mr. Simmons and I think it would be more wise to understand that.


Neurotic Nelly






Thursday, August 14, 2014

Maybe Just A Little Bit......

Last Sunday was my thirty fifth birthday. My mom and I celebrated our birthdays as we have always done, together. It was nice and calming and the food was good. I got to visit with my grandma which is always a plus. She is so adorable and it got me to thinking....

If you listen to the media and how it portrays mental illness you would think that sufferers look different than other people. You might expect them to look crazy or scary. Dirty or aloof. Awkward or zoned out.

For instance you might think that people with depression look sad....or that people with PTSD look unhinged. You might expect people with Bipolar Disorder to look disheveled or manic....but the truth is that underneath all of the pain and emotional dysfunction and confusion, we are all only human. We don't have our diagnoses printed on our heads in big bright letters. We do not wear our disorders pinned on our sleeves for the world to see.

Look at this picture for example: this is my mother who is a wonderful human being that just so happens to suffer from PTSD, Chronic Depression, and Bipolar Disorder. 


You would never know by looking at her that these are her daily struggles. That sometimes just to get out of bed in the morning seems like an insurmountable task.


And this one: You might never have guessed that both of these people suffer from severe Obsessive Compulsive Disorder
That I suffer panic attacks and have medical and germ fears so badly I fight them on a daily basis or that she (my grandma) worries and obsesses about things until she gets so full of anxiety she cries. That we both avoid certain triggers that make us uncomfortable. That we both suffer from a tremendous amount of undeserved guilt and shame.


We look fairly normal. We look like the millions of other people that walk the earth. There is nothing in these pictures that show our trials and our struggles. We look like everyone else because in reality we are so much like everyone else. We just happen to have mental illness.

I grew up in a family full of strong women. Compassionate, loving, kind, but also fearless. Not because we were born to be fearless but because there was no other way to be and survive. We are women that have lived through abuse. We are women that have lived through mental illness. We are women that have fought for our lives and triumphed because there was no other option available and we are too stubborn to back down. 

I guess what I am trying to say is that depression doesn't always show on your face. You can be a smiling face to the world but be wounded and alone on the inside. You can be Bipolar and look like the neighbor that cooks out on Tuesday nights. You can be OCD and be the mailman that wears that funny little safari hat in the middle of summer. There is no "mental illness look". There are no physical traits that show our pain or our issues. We look like everyday people because we are everyday people. We just have different struggles to deal with.....

The media would have you believe that people that suffer from mental illness look like glazed eyed ax wielding murderers. They would have you believe that we look like kidnappers and boogeymen. They try and paint pictures of us that are neither helpful nor factual. We are not the thing that goes bump in the night. We are not the monsters hiding under the bed. We look like a thirty five year old woman and her fifty six year old mother on their birthday and their seventy five year old grandmother. We look like a beloved always smiling for the public sixty three year old comedian and actor. We look like soldiers coming back home from war. We look like doctors, and lawyers, and car salesmen. We look like children, and parents, and siblings because we are all of those things..... We look like other people because we are other people. We are just ordinary, regular, everyday people that just happen to suffer. We are no different and we are no less magnificent. We are still beautiful. We are still worthy. We are still lovable, courageous, intelligent, fascinating, purposeful individuals except maybe we are just a little bit stronger. A little bit more aware of the struggle of others and maybe just a little bit more compassionate about it.

Neurotic Nelly

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Heartbroken....

Heartbroken. I am angry, sad, and lost.

I didn't personally know Robin Williams. I am not famous or in the movie industry. I am neither a comic nor a comedian. I am just a person. A regular person. An ordinary person. A person that can't yet fathom never seeing new a Robin Williams movie or hearing his comedy routines live or watching him ham it up with the latest talk show host ever again.

I loved Robin Williams. His humor, his energy, his fluidity of voice changes and characters. His references were both poignant and truthful. He had a way of making everyone feel like his best friend even if their only connection to him was watching him on the television set or viewing one of his many skillfully played characters at the movie theater. He illuminated the masses with his hyper and manic humor. He brought tears to our eyes with his heart touching roles. He shared some of his life with us. Some of the inner workings of his genius mind and he did it all while making us smile. He reminded many of us that grew up watching him, of our own beloved yet goofy family members. The crazy uncle that dances around and does funny accents and silly voices or the wacky aunt that jumps from story to story, each story being bigger and more implausible than the next. Everyone has one of those kooky relatives and Mr. Williams seemed to encompass them all but with more oomph and better fashion sense. His smile brought many of us comfort. We knew no matter how hard our day was or how sad we might be, that even the smallest of his jokes would change all of that. Even if for only a few moments, we knew that Robin Williams would make us laugh and we would feel better, and he did.

That is why so many of us were so terribly shocked that we lost him in such a profoundly devastating way. He was for many of us, a hero. Not only did he make us laugh but he was open and honest about many of his struggles. He had battled with addiction and wrestled with depression and he helped raise awareness of both of those issues every time he discussed them. He was successful even though he suffered and it made him a hero to a great many of us. He made us realize that we too could reach for our dreams even though we may have mental illness or addiction issues. For me he was more than an actor, comic, or funny man. For me and many like me, he was an inspiration.

Sometimes when others make us laugh we fail to see the pain behind their eyes. Sometimes we fail to see that laughter can hide agony and despair. I do not know why Robin Williams committed suicide but I do know how devastated his family and friends must be. I know what living with a depressed parent is like and sadly I understand suicide and the fear of it on a very real level. My mother tried to kill herself when I was ten years old. She suffers from among other things, bipolar disorder and chronic depression.

Depression isn't simply feeling sad. It isn't just being overwhelmed and lonely. Depression is a black whole that sucks up every important, valued, wonderful thing in your life and swallows it whole. It decimates and devastates. It leaves you raw and numb. It smothers your other senses so completely that it tunnels your vision until all that you can see is the pain and agony in which you have lived your life in. It is not just having a bad day. It is an exhaustion, a soul crushing exhaustion that pollutes every sense of normalcy in your world. It takes everything from you and leaves you desperate for any semblance of solace or peace.  Depression isn't simply an emotion, it is an illness and like all illnesses, it can and it does kill.

I think people are surprised by his depression because he was successful and famous. Because he seemed so happy and jovial. Because he had done so many things most of us will never achieve. But that just shows how little most people know about mental illnesses such as depression. Depression doesn't discriminate. It has nothing to do with money or fame. It has nothing to do with race or social status. It has nothing to do with gender, sexual preference, or one's religious views. Depression is a mental illness and as such it can affect anyone, at anytime, anywhere.

I actually read a comment implying that if he had known the love of God this might not have happened and I was sorely disappointed by the ignorance of that statement. My mother has always loved God...she loved God while she prayed...loved God when she went to church on Sundays...and my mother still loved God just as much when she swallowed a bottle of pills...one by one while hoping to die. She never stopped loving God, she just wanted to end her misery. To imply a loss of religion is the cause of suicide is not only folly and ignorant but dangerous as well. You can not simply wash away a chemical imbalance in your brain with prayer. It does not work that way... So it, in fact, does not matter what religion he may or may not have believed in or if he had or had not known the love of God. Suicide has less to do with one's beliefs and more to do with ending one's pain.

And I am afraid that people will judge him. Some will say snide remarks and ugly comments about his life and decisions or his belief systems. They will call him weak or cowardly. They will act as if they know what was going through his mind or that they would have ended up differently but the truth is most of them have no idea what that struggle is like or how deep the pain of depression can seep into your soul. There will be internet trolls and judgy misguided people with big opinions and little ability to understand anything but their own preconceived notions of mental illness. They will try and make his battle with depression something to be looked down on or ashamed of and that is wrong. His family doesn't need judgments and ignorance, they need understanding and acceptance. He lost his battle but that does not make him weak or cowardly. I am not advocating for suicide. I believe it is devastating. It leaves a definable scar on the fabric of your family that never fully heals. However, I believe that we have to stop demonizing those that have done it and understand that they don't do it because they don't love their families, or they are weak, they do it because they truly at that time are unable to see that there is any other way to end their suffering. They do it because they suffer from a mental illness that is often times overlooked, understated, and stigmatized by the public.

If this tragedy does anything to shed light on the issues of suicide in this country, than I hope it reaches people on a very real level. I hope that it can help end the ignorance and stigma that surrounds the topic of suicide and mental illness. Robin Williams was a wonderful person, a big hearted, loving, magnificent person and he will be sorely missed as will the over 30,000  other Americans that commit suicide in this country every year.  Their loss is a tragedy just as horrific and devastating as Mr. Williams's.  The discussion of suicide is swept under the rug or discussed only in hushed voices. We owe it to those that have lost their battle with depression and other mental illnesses to stop sticking our heads in the sand. They deserve our attention and their pain deserves to be discussed. Their lives deserve to be talked about and their suicides deserve to be acknowledged so that we can help others before they get to this point of despair.

Suicide is preventable. There is help. There are other options, better options, and until we start being honest about suicide in this country sadly, we will continue lose more people that could have been saved.

My heart goes out to the Williams family and all of his friends, fans, and acquaintances. My heart goes out to the whole world that has lost such a bright, intelligent, and magnificent man that they will never get to know....and my heart goes out to Robin Williams because his pain must have been profound and daunting and because as in so many other cases, we as a society failed to be open about mental illness like we should be and because of that we failed to reach him in time.


Neurotic Nelly








Tuesday, August 5, 2014

Maybe It Is Just Me?...

I hated Spanish class in high school. I love the language. I love the idea of learning a new culture. I however, hated this particular class with everything in my soul. It was right after lunch and the teacher knew that I sucked at foreign languages (dyslexia) and so he would call on me to say things in Spanish...which was always wrong. The kids would laugh, the teacher would laugh....I would feel totally embarrassed. What's worse, was this was the one class I had panic attacks in. I would go sit down at my desk, start to shake, and end up bolting from the class in sheer panic mode. I got sneers and snide remarks from other students They had no idea what was wrong with me, but clearly there was something off. It was mortifying and yet I kept going back day after day after day....I rather not recall those painful days of high school and yet I often wonder what others think when they see someone freak out in that manner.


I was reading this weird little blurb last night about what to say to people that are having a panic attack and it kinda made me laugh a bit. Not that it wasn't a nice article. It meant well, but some of it was rather silly. To me anyway. It said things like "let them know you are there for them". That is a nice sentiment, but I don't need to know you are there for me in that moment. I know you care but you being "there for me" doesn't resolve my anxiety in any way while I am in the middle of the attack. It does make me feel better afterwards though.

There were several more sayings like this but the worst one for me, was "ask them what they need". Listen, during a full on raging panic attack it is all I can do to concentrate on my own breathing. I don't want to hyperventilate and pass out. So, the last thing I want or even can do at that moment is to hold a conversation and tell you what I need. What I need is to breathe.

Maybe it is just me, I prefer to have my panic attacks in seclusion. If I have one in public (God forbid) then I go somewhere private so I can get control of it. I can not talk during one. I can not handle being touched during one. I can not deal with other outside stimuli at all. And the thought of anyone watching me break down like that, even family or loved ones, is mortifying to me. I am not a science experiment and I don't want to be stared at like one.

Unfortunately, having an anxiety disorder means that I do have panic attacks and I have had to learn to accept that I may get triggered and have one at any point in time. Most of the time, I can talk myself down out of one. But there are the big ones that hit me out of nowhere and I am left having to pick up the pieces when it is done. So, I am wondering if I am the only one.....How do you respond to panic attacks and do you find being told people are there for you or asking what you need in the middle of one helpful? And if you see someone having a panic attack and you don't suffer from them, what do you think when you see one?


Neurotic Nelly

Thursday, July 31, 2014

It's All In My Head.....

Sorry about missing my usual posting on Tuesday but there was this smell in my bathroom that needed to be eradicated. I would have written but I was busy scrubbing, washing, and losing my mind. I got rid of the smell though.....I think.

Smells are a trigger for me. I am sensitive to odors and I can not stand smells that don't belong. It's a real thing for me.

Now that the offensive odor is gone, I am back. Ta Da!

Not much else going on currently except I am having issues with people pressuring me for my birthday plans and it is starting to trigger my OCD. I find I am irritated. The upside being that my house is the cleanest it has ever been and my laundry is done....which is huge because I hate doing laundry with every fiber of my being. The downside being that I am overwhelmed and stressed out.

And then it hits me.....I am still dealing with the same issues I always have. The same issues all of us that suffer have. I have been suffering for over thirty years and still people that know me expect me to be fine with stress, or plans, or pressure. I mean seriously?!?

I am just flabbergasted. I really am. I mean, these people know me. They have heard my life stories, they have even been present in most of them and yet somehow they conveniently forget I have issues.....it's remarkable to me. Sucky and unfair and frustrating, but also remarkable how people can just overlook such a completely obvious fact. An obvious fact that has hung around my neck like a fucking tire iron all of my life and yet....no one remembers it when they want something. My struggles become invisible to them because I appear to be doing so well so nothing must be wrong with me. It's all in my head....

And they are right, it is all in my head. My mind is flawed. I have issues. I keep telling people this and yet they look at me like I faking it or overreacting. Well, I think I know my own mind and my own mind is screaming at me to avoid this whole stressful situation but those people that know me keep pushing it in my face. I don't know if I even want a birthday now. It is stressing me out so much, I just want to sit down and cry. I want to sit down and wail at all of the ridiculousness of the whole fucking thing. Birthdays are supposed to be a celebration. I don't feel like celebrating. I feel like locking myself in the closet and ignoring the world. I feel like grieving rather than celebrating. Why can't things just be simple? Why does it have to be some long drawn out situation with issues and hiccups and guilt trips and emotions? Can't it just be something easy?

And so I sit here writing this, trying not to have a panic attack over a stupid birthday party for my mother and I and I am just sick of all of it. I am so stressed and I don't want to hear another fucking thing about it. I don't care if there are gifts, or cake, or food, or family there. I don't care where we are supposed to go or what we are supposed to do. I feel let down by everyone because every plan I try to come up with to be helpful fails or is shot down. I don't care anymore. I simply don't want to deal with it. I don't want to worry about it. I don't want to even think about it.

It just leaves me feeling dejected and exhausted.....Sigh....

I am sorry this post isn't very uplifting but today just really sucks. I am sure that it will all work itself out, or it won't and I just end up watching crappy reruns on t.v. in the dark with my cats.... Either way I am not going to worry about it anymore.

Neurotic Nelly

Thursday, July 24, 2014

The Barn's My Mother Painted....

I have this faded memory that seems like it happened to someone else, like an old movie reel. I was around five or so and it was a hot sunny day. My mom, dad, and I had stopped driving in our old beaten down truck. My mother painted with oil colors so we would often stop near old dilapidated barns so she could take pictures of them. This time the barn was in a field of golden wheat. I remember looking at the barn ceiling and then twirling around under the sunlight dancing to whatever song had crept into my soul. It is just a jumbled memory of the sky spinning and the smell of warm dampened wheat all around me. With the sound of my mother's camera snapping pictures of a building that once was more than it had become. It is a warm and fuzzy and bright memory. I carry that memory around with me always. The time before I grew up and had to deal with the ugly things in life.  When life was simple. When all of the world hinged on what time of day it was.....

People might have looked at my mother oddly as she took picture after picture of broken down farms and disheveled buildings. They may have thought her strange to paint broken barns rather than the new shiny ones, or that she even dared look at them in the first place. Why not paint waterfalls or mountain ranges instead? But my mother has an affinity for imperfect things, much like myself. The things others take for granted or overlook. They are every bit as beautiful as everything else.

I think of my mother's barns. So many paintings that adorned our walls and hallways. Beauty in each one and yet everyone was so different. Sometimes we would drive for miles to find the perfect one to paint. Some with a rusted tractor still inside. Some solitary in the fields, some clustered together holding each other up, some with doors hanging by the hinges, some with ceilings caved in. They were remarkable. They were old beauties still hanging on even when everything else around them had gone. The houses that once adorned them had long been razed to the ground. The animals that had once walked their stalls had ceased doing so long ago. And yet here they stood, tall and lumbering, and so very stoic and honest. Standing in the face of the earth trying to reclaim what was once just fields of weeds. A marr on the view of the prairie. A perfectly lovely and glorious marr that proved of it's own existence. As if it were to say, I was here, remember me.

Sometimes I think we are like the old barns my mother painted. Strong but weathered. Tall but leaning. Stout but broken in places. Beautiful and graceful even after the pressures of time. Worthy of being painted in golden fields of wheat with the sun beaming down on our faces. We should be danced with, looked at, admired. We should be familiar and yet surprising. We should be understood and remembered fondly. We are common and yet completely unique. We are exactly what we are supposed to be....is there anything more beautiful than being exactly what you need to be. Exactly what you are.  No apologies for not being being what you thought you should be, just acceptance, and the knowledge that you matter. You will leave your mark. You will be remembered because you were here. I like to think we are all painted with oil colors and bright paints....that we are all as beautiful and unique like the barns my mother painted.

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Pick Your Battles....

Some days I do well and some days I do not.... That is what I tell people when they ask how I deal with my OCD without medication. Not that with medication it is some easy pleasure cruise. It's not. It is hard both ways. Today was not going to be a good day and I could feel it from the tips of my toes as it shivered down my spine and churned in the pit of my stomach like soured milk. Today was going to be a disaster and I had better change my plans if I wanted to turn it around.

The man that has raised me since the age of 14 is in the hospital with a blood clot in his leg and I am worried about him. My youngest has been having night terrors. My internet has been rebellious and not allowed me to blog let alone stay on the internet. My grandmother just found out she might go completely blind. My sleep is virtually nonexistent and all of this shit just seems to keep piling on top of me until it feels like I am being smothered by fears and worries and an all consuming pressure. I do not do well under pressure. I crack. I break. I stumble. Pressure is my greatest enemy....Today was my three month check up for my diabetes at my doctor's office. As an OCD sufferer that has  germ a phobia as a  symptom, obviously a doctor's office is a big trigger for me. However, I usually manage to make it work and just push through my fears, albeit with my hands slathered in antibiotic gel and my shirt collar over my nose and mouth. I make it. I get through it. I go home. But now with my doctor's aggressive disposition and just down right rudeness, I am having issues not only forcing myself to be in my trigger zone but also in dealing with her on top of it. I worried all night long about it. I obsessed over her being mad at me, because she always is. Her inability to listen to me, answer any questions I may have, or allow me any type of human interaction besides looking at my vitals and telling me what to do (or in the last appointment actually yelling at me). She doesn't listen and I don't trust her and it all makes me highly uncomfortable. I cant change doctors until the beginning of the year so I am stuck having to see "Dr. Battleaxe" until then. I am pressured into to seeing her and she still has my prescription wrong on the bottle as it has been for the last seven months. Not to mention I couldn't get her to refill my diabetes medication over memorial day weekend even though I had called it in three days before and the pharmacy had to spot me some because they couldn't get her to refill it either. Apparently she was busy reading my chart so it took six days to get a refill of a medication I have to have...shameful. All of this plays through my mind and it just makes me want to scream.

And I tried. I really tried to ignore the unease that was rapidly coursing through my veins. I did the pep talk with myself. I was going to force myself to go and just get it over with, like usual but this time it was different. I knew even as I was "talking myself down" out of the anxiety that it wasn't going to work. Oh,  I could have went but getting out of the car once we got there would not have happened. I would have cried and had a full on panic attack right there in front of God and everyone. Then we would have to had gone back home without seeing the doctor anyway and I would have been left feeling embarrassed and defeated at the same time. I would blame myself and be angry that I could not push through the fear and dread. Sometimes you just can't push over a brick wall even when you think you should be able to. I don't want to have to be angry with myself today. I have enough things going on to have to deal with that right now.

Usually I push through it but sometimes you have to know when to step back. You can't win every skirmish of the war and it is wise to learn when to pick your battles. This was one not worth having right now, so I rescheduled for another day. Hopefully, I will get some much needed sleep before I am forced to face my triggers again....for I am battle weary and too exhausted to fight tonight. Tonight I just want to sit back and pretend to be relaxed......I am picking my battles today and I think I am just going to sit this one out. I need a fucking break before I crumple to the floor. Time to let myself off the hook for a bit.


Neurotic Nelly

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Chameleon.....

I have been wrestling with some new issues lately and I am unsure what to do about it. I have lost about forty pounds in the last nine months. I was overweight. I carry it well and most people had no idea how much I actually weighed, and honestly I was perfectly comfortable being the weight that I was. I had no bad feelings about my body. I knew I was beautiful. I felt attractive. I was just fine with my weight except the lack of energy aspect. And then I got diagnosed with diabetes. Not necessarily from my weight, I have had several surgeries that affect your pancreas. I was on a liver medication for a while and there is a family history of diabetes in almost all of my senior family members. I also had it with both pregnancies and I was told that I would most likely get it when I was old. I didn't realize that old was translated as 34 but whatever.  And so in hopes to better control my diabetes and hopefully get off the medication, I have been healthily losing weight.

My issue is that now that I have gone down two dress sizes, I am uncomfortable with my body. I haven't been this size in years. I no longer know how to dress it in a flattering way. I still feel like I am the same size I was nine months ago. I am stuck in the fatself mindset. I know I have lost weight and yet I still think of myself forty pounds heavier.  I can't seem to accept my weight loss and if I am being honest, I am unhappy because it is new, and we all know how well new things go over with people that have OCD.

I have been thinking about why I was happy being my old weight and I have come to the conclusion that I was happier that way because it helped in not bringing attention to myself. I don't like a lot of attention about my body. I have a large bust and I always got rude or pervy comments that made me feel uncomfortable or dirty. I always got picked on because of my red hair and being poor. Suggestive comments make me feel uncomfortable. I don't know how to respond when hit on, it makes me feel strange. And losing weight makes my bust size more obvious and I am uncomfortable with the comments I know I will receive. Maybe I was fine being heavier because I felt protected by the fat. I felt safe. Because I have always garnered attention from my red hair, my OCD, my larger bust. Maybe being fatter was a way to hide myself from the world and not be looked at and commented on. Maybe it was my way of remaining invisible to the masses when I wanted to be invisible. It was my security blanket and I carried it with me everywhere, except I wore it on my thighs and stomach rather than in my backpack. Maybe, now that my security blanket is shrinking and I am uncomfortable with the loss of it. And I don't want to live like that. I want to wear cute clothes and feel comfortable doing so for the first time in my life. I want to be able to wear lower cut clothing and not feel embarrassed because I have bigger breasts. Not feel dirty or ashamed that people say things I don't ask them to, because when they do I feel like I did something wrong or I asked for their pervish comments. I sometimes wonder if my sexual assault made me shutter away from wearing more low cut or attractive clothing because I am afraid of the attention it can promote. I guess I am uncomfortable with being viewed as sexy because it means people will look at me and I have tried to avoid being looked at that way all of my life. I want to be free of feeling like my body is something to be ashamed of. I want to be able to be proud of my body and not be afraid of what other people will say about it.

Don't get me wrong, I love the new energy I have. I love that my diabetes is more easily controlled. It may not go into remission even when I do get to my target weight. It all depends on if my pancreas was damaged by the surgeries or medicine I was on. I may always be diabetic, which sucks. But I can be healthier and stronger with it so I don't get the complications that diabetes can have. I just find it strange that the weight loss makes me feel less beautiful and more objectified. I have lived in the shadows away from that for so long I am afraid of it and not sure how I am going to become comfortable with it.

I think all sizes and shapes are beautiful and I wonder why I can not equate that to myself. Why do I feel less safe skinnier than I did fatter? Why do I feel less attractive? Is it because I force myself to look at my body now that I have lost weight and I never looked when I was bigger? I also have fear of becoming obsessed with my weight and falling into the old anorexia pattern I had when I was a teenager. I wasn't full on anorexic but I was dangerously close. It scares me. I don't want to become obsessed with my body image again, but I also want to be happy with myself. Ugh, it is all so confusing to me right now.

So, I will keep trying to get healthier and stronger. I will keep losing weight in a healthy pattern and do what I am supposed to do as a diabetic to further avoid complications and remain healthy. I don't know what to do about figuring out what clothes look better on me, maybe I need to try everything on in the store till I find something that looks good. Maybe after time, I will get used to my security blanket being gone and I will learn to accept a skinnier me, a healthier me. Maybe I will finally stop being trapped in the " I am fat" way of thinking as I grow used to being less big. Maybe I can get over this fear of the whole thing. Maybe I can learn to love myself skinny, and accept my beauty with a smaller figure like I did with my bigger one. I don't know. Most people are thrilled when they lose weight...I am scared of the changes that come with it. Oh well, you know me, I will just keep trying until I get it right and learn to adapt. I have been a chameleon all of my life, changing as my life changes and adapting when I need to. Guess this will just be yet another thing I have to learn to adapt to.



Neurotic Nelly

Wednesday, July 9, 2014

Letter To A Husband.....

So a few weeks ago I was feeling down and under appreciated which comes with being married and a stay at home mother.  I actually think in any relationship we can get bogged down with feelings of being overlooked under the amount of work we do whether it be laundry, cooking meals, or being an office worker. As a mother I sometimes forget to feed both sides of myself, both the mother but also the woman.
As adults we get so wrapped up in our daily lives that we forget to say what we need from our partners or that we need anything at all. And we all need to be reminded that we are loved and cherished. I wrote this to just get out my feelings and then after my husband read it, he said I should publish it. And yes he does find me beautiful and he is my best friend but like everyone else sometimes life gets in the way and we forget to actually say these things to each other.  He felt that the way I was feeling might be how other wives feel and maybe it would be helpful for their husbands to see that side of them. The side we often overlook and don't explain because we feel we are too busy to talk about it. So, I guess this is a letter from the perspective of the busy mother to the busy father to emphasize that no matter how busy life gets, you should always take time to say what you feel and feel what you mean because partners need to be honest with each other but they also should be the greatest supporters of each other.


Dear Husband,

I love you with all of my heart and I am thankful for the things you do for me. Understand that I do know that you do them for me. You go to the store for me. You buy my pads. You buy my favorite kind of cereal or my favorite pop. You make sure the bills are paid after we discuss when to pay them. You work a very hard job and you don't get paid enough for the crap you  put up with there. I know your body hurts, and you are tired, and you are hungry. I know all of this and I try my best to support you and make you comfortable when you are home. I try my best, which I understand may not be always enough to make it better.

Everyday while you are at work I am up to my eyeballs in laundry, filth, dishes, and cat litter. I wash and clean. I kiss boo boo's for the kids and settle disputes. I do homework and windows. I don't get much sleep. I am up late at night to stave off nightmares and answers the universe's questions right before bedtime. I read stories and sing bedtime songs. I often times forget to brush my teeth as I prepare lunches for school and fill out field trip slips early in the morning. I make doctor's appointments and coffee. I am literally both physically and emotionally exhausted but I still make time for you as much as possible. Maybe it isn't always enough time, but I try. I am so much for other people. I am mom to our kids, and wife to you, and daughter to my parents,  but I am more than that. Used to be, I was a woman. I was a person. I forget sometimes, what it  was like to be just a woman, just a person. I try my best and at a lot of things I fail. Like that one time I burned the bacon so badly it was literally black strips of char. Or the time I cut up our oldest's homework into a Christmas snowflake because it got stuck in with the throw away paper we were using to make crafts with. I can't drive because of my eyesight. I am unable to hold down a "real job" because of my anxiety. I am flawed and I am imperfect and I own up to every single thing that makes me that way. And I hear all of the things that I don't excel at, but rarely do I hear the things I do well and it makes me feel like I am unable to accomplish anything of worth. Like I am terrible at everything and that makes me feel bad. I need to hear that I am worth something to you.

The truth is while I am covered in cleaning products and cat hair and whatever drink our youngest has spilled on me I am still just a woman underneath all of that. I still need the same things all women need. I need to feel respected and understood. I need to feel loved. I need to feel beautiful. I know that we got swept up in life and kids and work but I honestly can't remember the last time you told me I was beautiful. No, I don't need to hear it everyday but when I am at my worst on the most busiest or hardest of days, hearing that you still thought I was beautiful even underneath all of the things I achieve at or even better, the things I fail at would certainly make all of this easier. I have forgotten what feeling beautiful feels like from your eyes and I miss that. I need to know that we have not become just habits to each other. That I have not slipped into just the role of maid, butler, laundress, and mother. I need to know that I matter to you. Not just because I do things for you but because you love me. Flaws and all. Greatness and all. Completely.

I need you to be compassionate when I am hurting like I am with you. Otherwise, I am left feeling alone and that hurts a great deal when you give everything to everyone else and have nothing left for yourself. Understand, I am not asking you to coddle me or put me on a pedestal. I am simply asking to be held, or to be caressed, or even to just be said I am sorry to. It goes a long way to hear from my partner that you heard me and that you feel for me. That my pain means something to someone else besides myself. Because many times I feel like it only matters to myself and that feels lonely. I don't want to feel lonely in a room full of people that I love. I want to feel like I am important. I know that I am, mind you, but I need to know that you feel that way too. Sometimes we caught up in our daily lives and we lose sight of each other's needs. I don't want to lose sight of yours and I don't want you to lose sight of mine. Before we were parents we were friends. We loved to love each other and I feel like we have forgotten that part of us. I don't want to just go through the motions I want to actively be in this relationship and I need to know that you are there for me. That I matter to you and yes, that after twelve years of diapers and formula and pets, and bills that you still find me just as beautiful as you did the first time we met. I need to know that you still see me, the real me underneath all of the layers of our daily lives.  Because right now I am not sure that you do anymore and it breaks my heart.

I love you. I am loyal to you and I want to be closer to you. I want you to know that you matter me. You are not just the father of my children and my husband but you are the man I love with all of heart. You are beautiful to me. You are worth more than you know. You are my partner, my friend, my love and I am blessed to have you in my life.

Love, your frazzled exhausted but always loving, wife.



Neurotic Nelly

Thursday, July 3, 2014

I Choose To Win.....

I try and take inspiration in all things around me. As I was sitting here trying to figure out what I wanted to write about today this song popped into my head. I like the message and it inspired me to continue to get help for my OCD after my divorce.  Which was scary and it was hard because it had meant I had to admit to myself that I was not okay and that I still had more work to do on myself.

I am so glad I went through that journey. Pain and all. Blood, sweat, and tears and all. The ups and downs and everything in between. Getting help is worth it. It is hard but everything in life that matters is hard. There are no short cuts when it comes to doing what is best for you.


I still wrestle with my issues but it is always going to be a work in progress. I have accepted that. I am okay with that. But I have learned that I am worth the fight. And so my friends are you. You are worth the journey and worth the struggle. It can be done. You can learn to manage your mental illness and live. You are not alone. You do get to choose whether you will fight or deny. I urge you to take the steps to get help, because you can come out of that tunnel of darkness and start living in the light again. It will not be easy. It will not always be roses and rainbows. But the alternative is so lonely and so very frightening.  SO if you are wrestling with choice of getting help or not, I truly hope that you will choose the help. Because this is your life and this is something that you can do. I know sometimes it seems like that you can not do it, but that is just the negative self talk. You can reach out and take those first steps. You deserve to be better. You deserve to be the best you can be. It may not be like everyone else, but you don't need to be like them. You only need to be you.

"In life you get to choose whether you win or lose and I choose to win" is today's motto for me. I choose to continue to open and out there. I choose to continue to work on myself each and everyday. I choose to not let my mental illness beat me by keeping me silent and afraid. This is my life and I choose.....and you do to, whether you know it or not. So choose wisely and choose greatly because you deserve to be happy. You matter. You are worth it.





Neurotic Nelly

Tuesday, July 1, 2014

Teeny Tiny World We Live In...

I know that as mental illness sufferers we often times feel like we are the only ones out there suffering. That only we know the pain and struggles we go through. I am guilty of this kind of thinking as well. I know I am not the only one and yet sometimes I feel like I am...I think everyone struggles with these kinds of thoughts.

A few weeks ago something happened to remind me that I am not alone. Not just one something but two somethings completely unrelated to each other and yet very much the same. It was an eye opener for me, to say the least.

The first "something" was a few days before my last scope/surgery. I got the usual call from the hospital asking me all of my latest medical information of what I do and don't suffer from. I should have caught on when the lady went into a big spiel about the personal will question and how it was a question they had to ask but not something that that meant they felt my life was in any danger. And while I appreciated that sentiment, as I hate that question because it creeps me out, I felt she was trying to not only calm any fears I might have, but also because she was uncomfortable with asking it as well. And then it was on to the do you have anxiety issues question. After I chortled for a bout five seconds I went on to explain that I had severe OCD and while I would try my damnedest not to have an anxiety attack while I was there I could ,in fact, not make any promises. As she looked in my chart she saw that I do not currently take medications for my OCD and she asked me about that. After I explained that the only medicine that has ever worked for me was dangerous in large doses and I had become immune to lower doses than the huge amount I was used to taking she was quiet for a few seconds. She did something unexpected, she confided in me that she too had OCD.

"How do you do it?" She asked me....and I thought about it and I answered as honestly as possible. I told her that some days I do okay and some days I do not. That it was one day at a time for me. That I have learned to push through as hard as I can simply because for me, right now, there is no other option. I would do medication again, if I was able to find one that worked but apparently I seem to have, medication resistant OCD. At least for the time being.


After the call ended I felt really good. No, she didn't have to tell me that she was also a sufferer. I don't know her name or what she looks like. It was simply an exchange of two sufferers saying that they understood each other because we have the same disorder.

A couple of days later I was playing a computer game still in beta that I am seriously addicted to right now. In it I was typing to another player who is working to become an addiction therapist. We were in game messaging each other about something in the game when I made the comment that I thought his choice of career was a wonderful thing, since I have so many addiction issues in my family. He thanked me and then he said something that just blew my mind. He wanted to be an addiction therapist not because he has addiction issues but because he has OCD and he wanted to work with people with OCD as well. There it was, a second person with OCD that I had run into totally by accident and totally unexpectedly. We ended up talking about OCD for an hour and totally forgetting about the game. I was just so surprised and honestly, excited to have the chance to talk to someone else who totally got what I go through.

And there you have it.... the proof I needed that I was not only not alone but that fellow sufferers were everywhere even in the most unexpected of places. Just a click from a mouse or a answer of a phone call. None of us usually lead conversations with the declaration of of our mental illness, for obvious reasons, but when we find fellow sufferers it is a relief to be honest about our diagnoses without the fear of judgment or misunderstanding.  I can't describe how freeing it is to talk with others that share your same disorder. Even if the conversation never goes past the "I also suffer from that" phrase. There is a knowing. An understanding. We share the same demons and even if our particular demons are different they come hand delivered to your door decorated with the same ugly ass gift wrap. We get each other. We know.

And so it got me to thinking that on days when we feel very lost and totally alone maybe statistics could be helpful.

One in five Americans have, will, or are currently suffering from mental illness.

About 6.3 million American people suffer from OCD in a given year.........

http://psychcentral.com/library/ocd_facts.htm


More than 2 million Americans suffer from Bipolar DIsorder.......

Disorder....http://www.mentalhealthamerica.net/conditions/bipolar-disorder

More than 2.2 million American people suffer from Schizophrenia...

http://www.schizophrenia.com/szfacts.htm#


And there are so many more mental illnesses and statistics out there to share that it would take me all day to cut and paste. Statistics that show no matter what mental illness you may suffer from, there are so many others that share that same illness with you. You are not alone. There are people that understand. It is not as vast of a void as we tend to think it is. In realty, it is a teeny tiny world we live in and it is populated by a great number of people just like us.


Neurotic Nelly



Thursday, June 26, 2014

It's An Idea Though.....

Tuesday was not my day folks. I wrote and I cleaned but I also suffered self inflicted boo boo's. Not on purpose mind you, but due to my ever present clumsiness. I often wonder if I was meant to be the fourth of the three stooges. I am still recovering and mad at myself for being so......me.

First I was cleaning the litter box and stood up without realizing I was under the valley of the ceiling and hit the back of my head so hard, I literally saw stars. I didn't know that could actually happen. I always thought that was a cartoon thing not a real life thing. Well, it is and it hurts. Then I managed to bump my head two more times on the table and cabinet door while picking up things.....wonderful.

The worst part was when I made dinner in the wok. I was cooking pepper steak and I had failed to realize that the meat was still frozen on the back side. When my oil was hot and ready I dumped the frozen meat into the wok and instead of it being chunks falling into the oil the whole slab of frozen meat clunked into the  pan. The frost on the back side of the meat hitting the hot oil coupled with the force of the meat hitting the pan made it splash all on the underside of my left arm.....wonderful. Now I have several red angry burn marks and a headache. Tuesday was just dandy.

Wednesday was better albeit sore and that leaves today. Good ol' Thursday.

I was checking the news and reading about mental illness as I usually do. I like to know what is being done or rather mostly not being done to help with our cause, our issues, and our treatments. I'm obsessive like that. Anyway, I was reading a really good article from USA Today called, "People With Mental Illness Face Legal Discrimination" and my initial reply to the title was, "no shit Sherlock". I mean, the article is great but this is hardly news. All of us with a mental illness are aware of this fact. I like that the article is bringing to light how the U.S. government views mental illness but I am not sure that articles and news stories will change a great deal. They are often overlooked and ignored, sadly.

What do I think we should do to change this? Well, I have some ideas, keep in mind I am crazy, but my main idea is to be counted. In the past when a group of people were openly discriminated against they protested. They held parades, they made flags, they were and are public and open. There is a gay parade. There is a Martin Luther King day. The reason many of these ideals and discriminations were changed was by the sheer force of numbers of minorities standing up and being proactive. Being public. Showing that they were out there and they were tired of being ignored and judged.

Yes we have walks, but they are not broadcast on the news. Yes we have mental illness month but it is largely ignored. We are not represented in a way that is positive enough nor are our protests heard as much as they need to be to make said changes to our broken system. We are still very much afraid. Don't get me wrong, news articles help but it is not enough.

Yes, even though there are parades and special days for other minority groups that have been discriminated against there is still some discrimination going around. But the big difference is that it is now considered politically incorrect to talk negatively about someone because of their religion, race, political affiliation, or sexual preference. It is looked down upon and is considered to be rude and ignorant and yet, it is perfectly acceptable to talk despairingly about people with mental illness. It is done in books, movies, and even on the nightly news. There is no political correctness  preventing people saying that we are worthless, scary, dangerous, or broken.

It's okay to deny us medical coverage when we need to be hospitalized for long periods for mental reasons. It is okay to say that we aren't employable or productive. That we are a plague on society. It is okay to arm chair diagnose people with supposed mental illness on television when they haven't even been seen by the diagnoser. Or to promote the idea that all mental illness sufferers are homeless or vice versa. It's kinda crazy out there folks.

And no one shames them for it. No one stands up and calls them on their obvious ignorance and misinformation. It is left where it lies and we are the ones that have to deal with the negative labels and false misconceptions.

We need a peaceful showing of solidarity. A walk through cities and towns with not just thirty or forty people but with thousands. We need our own color shirts and our own support ribbons, our own flag, our own representation that is positive. Just like how AIDS is looked at now. Where it was once treated with stigma and shame people now openly discuss it and wear support ribbons for it. It is no longer shrouded in ignorance and left under the shadows of indifference. It is remembered and recognized, mental illness is not.  And in many ways it is our fault because we let the fear and stigma hold us back. We do not convene by the thousands and walk so we can be positively promoted on the news. We do not hand out pamphlets that promote acceptance and understanding of mental illnesses. We are covertly operating when we need to be openly active. We have to demand change in this country and the only way to do that is by being seen and heard not by a few articles when the news is slow or a post or two as an after thought but by large numbers, by masses of sufferers and their supporters saying,  'We are here and we matter". We need to erase the stigma and shame that the title mental illness has draped over it. We shouldn't be ashamed. We have no reason to be. We shouldn't have to live fear. We shouldn't have to hide ourselves from the rest of the world. Mental illness should be viewed the same way as every other ribbon represented illness. It should be viewed the same as diabetes or heart disease. It should be viewed the same as lupus or cancer. It is an illness not a crime. It is not evil. It does not make you a threat no more than having HIV and yet there is plenty of support for all of these other medical issues. There should be no difference in support just because our issues are mental rather than medical.

And if you really think about, mental illness is discriminated against but it does not discriminate who it affects. It affects all races, all incomes, all religions, all sexual preferences. Statistically, that would mean it shouldn't be a minority, There are literally thousands upon thousands of us and that is just the people that have been diagnosed. What if we are not a minority group? What if we are just led to believe that because believing that we are small makes it easier to ignore what we go through and easier for us to not stand up and ask for our rights as human beings?

Every group that has changed the way they are viewed has had to do this and if we want things to change than we have to peacefully do it as well. We can't just hide behind our fear. It changes nothing when we do.

I don't maybe I hit my head too hard and I just over thinking things. I just feel like if we want things to change we have to be more outspoken and more visible....maybe this headache is taking it's toll and I am just rambling on like a mad woman. It's an idea though. What do you think?

Neurotic Nelly