If you have been reading The Road To Mental Wellness with any regularity, then you may have noticed that I make every attempted to be encouraging and positive. I do so because so many suffer from a mental health condition, many do so in silence.
The entire concept for the TRTMW was born out of a life long desire to help others; its all I’ve ever done and therefore, all I know. While I would have preferred to have created under different circumstances, it’s alive and well now.
Mental illness has consumed me to the point where I am not able to work. Because it overwhelmed me and took me out of my everyday routine, one I had known for nearly twenty years; I was left in park essentially, my brain left to idle and thus it festered in the memories of death and destruction that have been left imprinted upon it.
Anyone who knows me knows that I don’t take any challenge lying down and as serve as this round of mental pain is, I rise to my knees and crawl the distance until I find the help I need. But… There are days, days when my crawl down the road to mental wellness comes to a major halt when I am so mentally exhausted that I simply roll over on the path and lay flat on my back. Every time wondering if this is where it ends.
Despite my pain, my purpose now is to reach as many people as I can, those who also suffer from mental illness, to let them know, through my own story that life is always worth the fight, always! But I am not disillusioned that we don’t all fall apart from time to time.
I am vulnerable, I am a man, and I too am susceptible to a mental degradation, a gaping wound that I can no longer afford to conceal. I had to embrace my mental health deterioration and reach out, I, like you want to live. So, even though I am here to help and try to inspire others I, like you, also fall apart.
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I am not ashamed of this fact, nor do I owe the world an apology for it. Why? I didn’t pick PTSD, depression and anxiety out of a mental illness catalogue, it came free with this package that is my brain, a gift of DNA and life experience.
So, falling apart and being vulnerable are symptoms of my mental health condition not a result of my gender. It’s ok to give your self permission to be vulnerable, embrace your illness and try to move forward. Man, it’s ok to save yourself.
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There it is, I have shown you that I am vulnerable, I’m good with that and I hope that you will one day get there too. The above photo is of me on a really down day. It took courage to post it but I “manned” up and got er done. Please, move forward to my friends.
if you are suffering from PTSD or another mental illness, please reach out. I thank you for your service and you are still worthy and mean something. I believe in you!
If you are struggling please go here: Crisis Services Canada
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