Face To Face With My Mental Illness
This time last year I came face to face with my mental illness. I had reached the tipping point as it were, the juncture where I finally summoned up the strength and courage to confront the demons who snuck in the back door and hijacked my mental health. Of course, this was more of a gradual takeover but as brutal and as debilitating as a full-scale mind invasion.
The other weapons I deployed to avoid mass mental destruction were: firstly, not caring what others thought. This weapon is so important that I would not have reached for any other tool because fear would have been allowed to grow and fester had I cared about others’ opinions. Secondly, I worked closely with my employer to ensure that they knew and that I was taking time off. Thrid was medical and mental-health professionals. Unshamed to reach out to them as much as possible to ensure I got the right care was very essential. For those discouraged by the system, please keep going. The squeaky wheel really does get the grease.
Over the course of the year, I have come face-to-face with my mental illness known as PTSD and have battled anxiety and depression along the way. I have deployed many other weapons on the war against mental illness, including diet and exercise. There are so many things to try that it would be the longest blog post in my history if I wrote everything I have tried.
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!