Finally, after all these years of fighting depression and PTSD, I can see the light. It may be a pin-sized ray of light, but it’s a start.Tweet
Ah, depression and PTSD, a metaphorical building collapse, leaving just enough room to survive. For years, I’ve been trapped here, in between the two disorders, begging someone to save me. That was until I realized – I need to help myself.
A good way to think about my therapists is that rescuer, standing outside the void, talking me down from neardevastating panic attacks, providing me with the tools to stay alive…. Cognitive-behaviour therapy, mindfulness and so on.
A fitting analogy really, considering I feel like I have a skyscraper sitting on my chest. And – while my psychologist is a pro at what she does – it’s still my battle, still up to me to fight… With the Ebb And Flow of these disorders, I know that there will be times when I want to let the illness “take me.”
But… Being one who has faced unsurmountable odds, in my fire-service career, I am not one who gives up easily. Although, I must admit, it took me a long time to understand that I am just as worthy as saving as anyone else. This, believe it or not, was an exceedingly difficult resolution to come to.
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With that said, I am growing tired and weary, and am increasingly lonelier and more isolated the longer I remained wedged in between the ruble, this hell-hole of a mess that I once called my life.
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Thankfully, I can see the light! As I fill my life full of therapy, exercise, and purpose, I inch my way closer to wellness. None of which would be possible without all the wonderful people who inspire me to keep going.
So, I can see the light because of, as I said, the support I have, both personal and professional.
How does this apply to you? Well, if you are living with someone who is suffering from a mental illness, be their number one fan, cheer them on and help them get what they need to thrive. However, if you are the sufferer, please know that you are worth the self-rescue. In other words, do what you need to do to fight for your life. You and all those who support you deserve to live again.