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#i remember in october of 2018 like a month after my grandma had died i was at my grandparents' house for the first time since she had died
maddy-ferguson · 5 months
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it's actually fascinating that i'm not depressed rn because my life isn't that much better than it was when i actually was depressed (2019). i mean i guess it is a little better because my grandma didn't just die and i'm not in love with someone who doesn't like me back and i also kind of know where i'm going with school and presumably life and i don't call the place i live in my cell because of how small it is but the foundations are still very shaky
#this reads like a joke because it is but it's also true#i remember in october of 2018 like a month after my grandma had died i was at my grandparents' house for the first time since she had died#or for the first time since her funeral ig because i spent a few days there while she was in the hospital and after her funeral etc. and i#was thinking about my life and about how very boring it was. and i had basically always thought that but from that moment on it was like an#actual situation and then i started being sad all the time in like january (not even right after my grandma died because of course i loved#her very much but it wasn't even about that) and then in march or maybe april i started feeling empty more than sad and that was just crazy#and then in july i started wanting to kill myself and i finally understood what people on the internet were talking about and anyway. bad#year. but it's like. okay i had all that going on but i remember being like how did i deal with my life being this lame before#because it was never good. i was stupid to enjoy it and to not feel like killing myself every second of every day. and when i stopped being#depressed (incidentally when i stopped being invested in my friendship with the girl i was in love with like literally my grandpa died in#december of 2019 and it was terrible and i was very sad but it still didn't stop me from getting better😭 so crazy our relationship was just#THAT bad for me) i remember being SO grateful that my life was back to being boring i was like i would rather be at a 5-6 all the time than#go from 11 to -5 in five minutes and so i really liked feeling bored but not empty and it's crazy because i still feel like that when it's#been almost four years like i was expecting that feeling to fade a little. but i'm also like well maybe i should do things to make my life#better because the only reason i'm not depressed rn is just because i don't have one more bad thing going on like i'm just lucky😭#lmao. but also. i don't really want to i just wish i had one more friend#and like i say: brf slt#tw suicide#<- for me#my friend i was in love with was a very nice girl she never really did anything to me if we had been friends at any other time in my life w#would probably still be friends. or i guess not because i WAS in love with her but like i had issues with our friendship that i never would#have had if it had been any other year in my life i was crying up to 10 times a day at one point in late august because she hadn't#talked to me in like 25 hours like i was not normal😭😭😭#i was very close to my grandparents i saw them like at least one week every month even though they lived 400kms away and spent all my#holidays with them it was my mother and them that raised me and my sister them dying altered the fabric of my life. for context
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swift-sparkles13 · 5 years
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Taylor,
I know you’ll probably never see this — because you’re Taylor Swift and I’m just me, which is nobody, but I’m going to try again. I’ve been writing you the same paragraph since I was in 8th grade, I think it’s time that I change it up. I want to share with you everything that you’ve done for me. You don’t have to reply or anything but I’m hoping you read this so you can see how thankful I am for you. In 2006, my aunt gave me your album. I instantly fell in love with it. I never stopped listening to it and I related to The Outside so much. I never had friends in elementary school. I was bullied by everyone. I just wanted a friend. 2007 was a hard year. It was going good until July. My mom was pregnant with a boy. My little sister and I were finally excited to get a brother. He was a stillborn though. I was so heartbroken. Everyone was. I listened to your album and you were my distraction from the pain. Not even a month later, we lost my cousin the same way. It wasn’t fair. I didn’t understand why this kept happening to my family. In October of 2008, my mom had my other little sister. I was getting happy again, especially because Fearless was coming out the month after. My mom had problems while carrying my sister so she was in the hospital a lot while my sister and I stayed at my grandparents. I will never forget the morning we woke up and my grandma was unresponsive. She got a little better in the hospital after a few days but then she suddenly died. That destroyed me even more. She was one of my best friends. I was so lost without her. Once again, your music and the interviews I watched of you, distracted me from the pain. I got to see the Speak Now tour in 2011 and it was the best night of my life. Flash forward a bit to the 8th grade, I finally had a friend group. Everyone got along pretty well until one day my best friend, or who I thought was my best friend at the time, told me to get a gun and kill myself before she did it for me. That terrified me. We had been best friends since 6th grade and all the sudden she turned on me. I remember sitting at the lunch table and talking with my other friends when she walked in. She seemed upset so I asked if she was okay and that was her response. I don’t think I did anything, I hadn’t seen her before that and we were fine the day before. Around that time, my aunt got a girlfriend and they got Red Tour tickets. They were going to take me. The concert was on July 13th. That happened to be my brother’s birthday and I felt bad leaving my mom. Plus, the way my aunt’s (now ex) girlfriend treated her made me uncomfortable. She was the type that played mind games to get what she wanted. I supported my aunt no matter what though. I just wanted her to be happy. Anyway, I told my aunt that I didn’t want to leave my mom even though I really wanted to go. She took that the wrong way and thought that I hated her girlfriend and she took the tickets away. They went without me. I was hurt but I wasn’t mad. I understood. They took me to the 1989 tour. That was also the best night of my life. 2014-2017 were pretty good. 1989 was released, I got to see you, I graduated high school, went to prom, you released Reputation.. all was good. Then 2018 came. It was good until April 30th. That’s the day I lost my Nana. She was literally my best friend. She helped raised us. I’m so lost without her. She was basically my second mom. It’s so hard to walk past her bedroom and think that she’s not in there and that she never will be again. She was a big fan of you Taylor. She loved you so much and I got to go to the Speak Now tour with her. You are something we bonded over. That was our first concert of yours. That was the best night of my life. After her wake, which I balled like a baby at, I listened to New Years Day on the way home. I listened to the line, “Hold on to the memories, they will hold on to you.” And I started crying even harder. I was thinking maybe if I ever met you you could write that out for me for a tattoo? It would mean the world to me.
She had Alzheimer’s before she died. That’s why that line means so much to me. Even though she couldn’t remember all the memories we had together, I’d always remember them for the both of us. Then, when I thought that this year couldn’t get any worse, my grandpa died August 31st. Him and I share the birthday August 14th and now I don’t want to ever celebrate it again. I don’t know what to do without them. The highlight of this year was seeing you July 21st. That was the MetLife rain show. I had the time of my life in the pouring rain with you. I cried when you added Clean to the Long Live/New Years Day mashup. I relate to that song a lot. I would have cried no matter what because that mashup made me emotional too 😂 especially New Years Day. I hope 2019 is a better year. I don’t think I could ever thank you enough for what you did for me. I started listening to you when I was like 6 and now I’m 19 and you are still my favorite artist. You’ve saved me so many times. I love you so so so so much Taylor. I’m forever grateful for you and I will never stop loving you. I’m a Swiftie for life. I hope I get to hug you one day. By the way, I got a 13 tattoo for you and my brother. The stars around it are the birthstones colors of my grandma, brother and my cousin. I got it before my other grandparents died but they have the same birthstone colors so I guess it counts for them too lol. My whole family loves you by the way. I really hope you see this this time. I’m going to try my hardest. I’m not doing this for attention or sympathy, I’m just telling you the impact you’ve made on my life. Love you T ❤️
@taylorswift
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aheartofwood · 5 years
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A timeline of shitty things in my life since I graduated college (which was the year bowie died rip)
-august 2016: I get BV
-august 2016: I'm diagnosed with vaginismus and told by my gyno "I dont have time to treat this"
-september 2016: i find out i owe $15,000 in student loans
-october 2016: my debit card gets stolen and someone gets 1200 free bucks
-october 2016: about 5 days after I get my new debit card, my phone and wallet containing CCs, $30, a bunch of gift cards, and my goddamn SS card is pickpocketed out of my purse at a club. The first replacement SS card didnt even make it to me. I now have to be vigilant about my identity for the rest of my life and i have residual basically PTSD symptoms about being pickpocketed
-november 2016: trump is elected president
-november 2016: my childhood cat starts dying
-december 2016: I drop my replacement phone, which is barely 1.5 months old, 2 stories down a theater
-january 2017: my cat is put down
......i dont remember what else happened in 2017
-january 2018: fun anecdote: my therapist and I break up; she says shes never worked with someone who she so badly couldn't help
-february 2018: we get pantry moths! we have not gotten rid of them. this isn't so bad except that time i took my rice out of the pantry in its container and there was 2in of thick web and writhing balls of moths where 2in of rice once was
-march 2018: turns out the kitten I adopted pees on everything
-april 2018: we get closet moths! We have not gotten rid of them and i am pretty sure i have lasting mental damage
-summer 2018: my grandma starts dying
-fall 2018: stupidly I go off my BC (and spiro) to try and 'find out what's wrong with me' and end up with terrible acne and get the scariest 2 periods of my life (including my first ever which was 1.5months). like, 2 or 3 weeks where there was a normal period, then 1 or 2 weeks of awful, cascading blood soaking thru a pad every hour plus thinx plus golf ball sized blood globs bursting every time i stood, and the worst cramps ive ever had. I have a panic attack in what is a very gentle practicioners office. I got put on a progesterone only bc high BP, and finally tracked down a nonpenatrative ultrasound place who has 1 star on yelp for fucking up people's credit (havent gotten my bill from them yet). This told me nothing and I havent had a period for 2.5 months but I dont have the energy to go to another gyno so guess I'll die??
-january 2019: after a couple tenuous years, during which I DO FLOSS, my dentist finally tells me i need an emergency $315 extremely painful deep cleaning for my gums and bone loss in my mouth!!
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Like i know I'm lucky because i mostly have my health and my family is all ok, and i know ive gone thru some embarrassing and painful bad shit before which i didnt think i could handle (in hs and early college: lots of scary skin infections, adult lice, pilonidal cyst surgeries) but holy shit, i feel like ive gone through the ringer (esp re pickpocket/moths/dentist). It's just too much work and maitenance to keep up a human body and life, and i feel like most other people have a helping hand. It's honestly incredible im still alive. What the FUCK am I doing....shrug emoji
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dynamic-asteroids · 6 years
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2017 Year in Review meme
1. What did you do in 2017 that you’d never done before?
I had a whopping four surgeries to break up kidney stones. Having that many surgeries in one year was certainly...an experience, though obviously not a fun one.
2. Did you keep your New Years’ resolutions, and will you make more for next year?
I kept one! My resolutions were to lose 10 pounds and decide if I wanted to transition. I didn’t lose the weight but I did start testosterone about four months ago, and no longer go by my birth name. 
The resolutions I made for this year are to be kinder to myself, continue working on my mental health, and to become more comfortable in my identity as a nonbinary person.
3. Did anyone close to you give birth?
Nope!
4. Did anyone close to you die?
My grandma died in October.
5. What countries did you visit?
A big old zero on that one. I unfortunately spent the entire year in the US, but I’m planning on getting my passport in 2018 so hopefully next year I can travel.
6. What would you like to have in 2018 that you lacked in 2017?
Holy fuck I NEED to be healthier. I’m going back to school for another degree and I don’t want to keep having to put my life on hold to tend to my health any more. 
7. What date from 2017 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?
I don’t remember the exact date, but Trump taking office in January was certainly a dark stain upon my country’s history. 
8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?
Starting testosterone, which was also the best part of the year by far. 
9. What was your biggest failure?
I don’t know. I feel like I tried really hard. I did my best even though my year didn’t turn out like I wanted it to.
10. Did you suffer illness or injury?
/bitter kidney stone related laughter 
11. What was the best thing you bought?
A very comfortable thermal onesie that I would never take off if I didn’t have to.
12. Whose behavior merited celebration?
My two best friends were both there for me 110% this year every time I needed them and I’m endlessly grateful for both of them. 
13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?
Every Republican who supports Trump can fucking choke. 
14. Where did most of your money go?
I honestly was very good about saving my money this year. I didn’t buy many frivolous things at all. The biggest chunk of money I spent at once was just for Christmas presents. 
15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?
There are a couple funko pop lines coming out that I am ridiculously excited about. I feel like 2018 is going to include buying a lot of funkos lmao.
16. What song will always remind you of 2016?
Basically Taylor Swift’s whole Reputation album because it’s pretty much the only new music I listened to the whole year.
17. Compared to this time last year, are you:
i. happier or sadder? the same
ii. thinner or fatter? fatter by a tiny bit
iii. richer or poorer? the same
18. What do you wish you’d done more of?
Things with friends, gone to clubs, gone to concerts, just gotten out of the house in general to have fun.
19. What do you wish you’d done less of?
Be depressed. Though that’s like...a work in progress and obviously not something I could’ve just snapped right out of.
20. How will you be spending Christmas?
I spent Christmas with my mom as usual. After unwrapping gifts, we watched movies, and then I took a nap in the afternoon. It was a fun, mellow Christmas.
21. How will you be spending New Year’s?
Got high and chatted to friends online.
22. Did you fall in love in 2017?
Nah, barely even had any crushes.
23. How many one-night stands?
Still holding a lifetime total of zero.
24. What was your favorite TV program(s)?
Peaky Blinders!! And hockey, when my team does well.
25. Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year?
Not really. I dislike people who I didn’t used to dislike, but I don’t hate them.
26. What was the best book you read?
Travels in Siberia by Ian Frazier
27. What was your greatest musical discovery?
I basically sucked at discovering new music, but Taylor Swift’s album was good.
28. What did you want and get?
To only have friendships with people I genuinely enjoy, and to cut those out of my life who I felt were just using me.
29. What did you want and not get?
A relationship. (3rd year in a row, same answer)
30. What was your favorite film of this year?
ATOMIC BLONDE!!!!
31. What did you do on your birthday?
My birthday was literally two days after my last surgery, so I spent a lot of it just watching movies and sleeping.
32. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?
Meeting my soulmate would’ve been super. Maybe next year! (Another answer I’ve had for 3 years now)
33. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2017?
hipster professor (mainly fandom tees, cardigans, and skinny jeans)
34. What kept you sane?
My two best friends, fictional worlds for me to escape into.
35. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?
Michael Fassbender, Charlize Theron, Jessica Chastain, Tom Hiddleston, Sofia Boutella
36. What political issue stirred you the most?
Hating the shit out of Trump, does that count?
37. Who did you miss?
My old self who used to write a lot more.
38. Who was the best new person you met?
I didn’t really meet a lot of new people but I did strengthen some friendships with people I’d grown apart from. 
39. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2017:
That I need to validate myself instead of expecting other people to validate me. (This is still a work in progress)
40. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year:
“I’m going to make it through this year if it kills me” – The Mountain Goats, ‘This Year’. (keeping this answer from last year)
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What I've learned about caring for my mental health since having a breakdown
What I've learned about caring for my mental health since having a breakdown
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October 10th is World Mental Health Day.
You can't tell by looking at me, but three years ago, I had a complete breakdown-or an emotional health crisis. A lot has happened in the time since. I've taken a few steps forward, then twice the amount of steps back. I've been split apart and put back together. But most importantly, I'm still here, still navigating who I've become in the aftermath of something so earth-shattering, and still hoping to be seen.
If you've never witnessed, experienced, or heard of a mental health breakdown, it's an acute manifestation of an already lingering anxiety, depression, or bipolar disorder. The result is an inability to function in everyday life, feelings of hopelessness, and/or a feeling that you will never be “normal” again. It's an isolated state because you've either hidden the warning signs from loved ones, or denied them yourself. Even when managed, my anxiety and depression have me white-knuckling a cliff so as not to drop. If you know what panic feels like, then imagine a breakdown as a heightened version of that state-like trying to see through your car windshield while driving in a monsoon. That feeling doesn't let up until you've quite literally cracked up.
My experience, which happened after months of ignoring red flags, was a combination of stress, undiagnosed disorders wreaking havoc on my everyday life (specifically OCD and PTSD), occasional suicidal ideation, and the smallest of triggers (an argument that quickly went awry). In an instant, my panic inflated from 1 to 100. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't see past my rapid heartbeat. I not only felt like the room was collapsing in on me, but the whole world. This definitive moment-one so burned into my memory that I can recall an internal sound, like the heated sizzle of my short-circuiting brain wires-became the catalyst for why I split in two.
There was the me before this event, and the me after. The in-between no longer existed.
Immediately after, I was numb. I'd been protected by a shell until the shell splintered and disintegrated to nothing. Left to fend for myself (or so I felt at the time), I became catatonic, fueled only by tears and the belief that I could never be okay again. I still remember lying on the floor with my laptop in front of me, desperate to find the help I knew I so desperately needed. But, as I quickly found, mental health care is complicated.
Here are some things I learned throughout this incredibly raw time. I hope this information can help you if you ever find yourself in a similar situation:
1. You have to reach out, even if you don't feel like it.
At the time, I was blessed with an amazing support system at my job. They weren't only my friends or my coworkers, but my family. Even still, I hesitated telling them what had happened to me, for fear of judgment. I was embarrassed by something that I couldn't control.
When I finally sent the emails and texts explaining what I was recovering from, I felt a sense of relief by getting it off my chest and I was greeted with the exact love, support, and encouragement that I should've come to expect from these people. I will forever consider them my saviors for hearing me, seeing me, and reminding me that I am not alone in this world. If you don't have a support system, it's imperative that you talk to someone. Take advantage of counselors through accessible mental health resources. It could mean the difference between coming back from the brink or dropping from that aforementioned cliff.
Your mental health is important too #WorldMentalHealthDay pic.twitter.com/9Y2znMhm5P
- Action for Happiness (@actionhappiness) October 9, 2018
2. The path to recovery may be tedious.
Shortly after my breakdown, as I lay on the floor with my laptop while my husband desperately tried to understand, I searched for help. And I searched. And I searched. And I searched. Turns out, when you factor in insurance barriers, the fact that you are not feeling suicidal in that exact moment, and a doctor's track record for successful treatment, finding good health care is more difficult than it sounds. Most of the professionals who I wanted to see were completely booked with appointments that had already been set months in advance. and had room for emergencies only. I wasn't a threat to myself-just more dazed and lost than usual-and I told myself that those spots should be reserved for someone in far darker places than I felt at the time. But I still needed help.
Days later, I called a help line and an inpatient facility, and the reality of it all terrified me into hanging up. I believed I could figure it out on my own-however wrong that idea was. But I forced myself to keep searching for treatment because my life and emotional well-being was at stake. I am so glad I did, because I eventually found the right, available doctors for me.
No matter how much work it is, you have to keep searching.
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3. Go to the appointments and do the work, even when it gets exhausting.
At the beginning of my treatment, I went through three forms of therapy. I'm a believer in going big or going home, and this was the most important thing I've ever needed to go big for. One therapist specialized in cognitive behavioral therapy (CBT), where I learned tools for grounding myself in the present moment. CBT challenged me to stop grieving my past and to stop looking into the future so I could breathe in the present. I'm not going to lie; it's hard. I failed (still fail) often. It takes practice, and sometimes, I don't feel mentally fit to go through the motions. But when done properly, it works for me.
My second therapist helped me work through childhood traumas that were the long-standing cause of my breakdown. These sessions were emotionally draining and I often left exhausted after cleansing myself of all that plagued me. Seeing this therapist meant facing my demons head on. It was the most difficult thing I've ever done and, to be honest, I stopped going after my grandmother died. As my therapist herself warned, my grandma was the glue holding a lot of me together. Without her in my life, I didn't feel strong enough to continue such intensive therapy. That's what's so hard about these disorders: They lie, convincing you that you aren't strong enough. I know I am now.
The third form of therapy was group grief counseling to address my deepest wound-the loss of my biological father to cancer. As I sat, listening to others share their stories of loss, I began to understand that I truly wasn't alone. On some level, we all understand pain.
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4. Practice continual self-care.
As the mother of two children with multiple jobs and to-do lists, I'm never not busy. That takes a toll. After the incident, I took a hard look at all I'd done to take care of myself despite whatever life demanded of me-a kind of inventory. Turns out, I'm the last person that I care for, often shorting myself in the event that someone else needs something first. I wasn't doing myself or my emotional health any favors by trying to please everyone all the time, holding my frustrations inside, and blaming myself for every upsetting moment in the history of life.
Today, we are highlighting the millions of strong and brave individuals who live with mental illness. Remember, your journey is worth sharing. #MIAW pic.twitter.com/DtIrFfcOME
- NAMI (@NAMICommunicate) October 9, 2018
5. Accept that caring for your mental health is an ongoing, imperfect journey.
Three years ago, I didn't know how to forgive myself for things beyond my control. I didn't know how to move on from my past or how to admit I'm a flawed human who sometimes needs more than she's willing to ask for (if she'll even ask at all). I still suffer from my disorders and I still have to work to manage them. But now, when all starts feeling lost again, I don't ignore the warning signs. I take precautionary measures like seeking support and health care, pouring myself into something that makes me happy, practicing self-care, and most of all, being patient with myself.
Mental health isn't a destination; it's a journey you'll be on for the rest of your life.
One bad day doesn't ruin them all. You will mess up. You will still cry. You will still battle the same emotions that brought you to your knees in the first place. In the three years since I've accepted my reality, I now understand things I couldn't in my “before.” I'm stronger than I give myself credit for, and if you see pieces of yourself in my story, then let me be the first to say that you are, too.
So, hold on, friend. You are seen.
If you are struggling and need help, call the National Alliance on Mental Illness HelpLine at 1-800-950-NAMI (6264), available Monday through Friday, 10 a.m.–6 p.m., ET. If this is an emergency, you can call the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 800-273-TALK (8255) or text NAMI's Crisis Line at 741-741.
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What I've learned about caring for my mental health since having a breakdown
What I've learned about caring for my mental health since having a breakdown
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October 10th is World Mental Health Day.
You can't tell by looking at me, but three years ago, I had a complete breakdown-or an emotional health crisis. A lot has happened in the time since. I've taken a few steps forward, then twice the amount of steps back. I've been split apart and put back together. But most importantly, I'm still here, still navigating who I've become in the aftermath of something so earth-shattering, and still hoping to be seen.
If you've never witnessed, experienced, or heard of a mental health breakdown, it's an acute manifestation of an already lingering anxiety, depression, or bipolar disorder. The result is an inability to function in everyday life, feelings of hopelessness, and/or a feeling that you will never be “normal” again. It's an isolated state because you've either hidden the warning signs from loved ones, or denied them yourself. Even when managed, my anxiety and depression have me white-knuckling a cliff so as not to drop. If you know what panic feels like, then imagine a breakdown as a heightened version of that state-like trying to see through your car windshield while driving in a monsoon. That feeling doesn't let up until you've quite literally cracked up.
My experience, which happened after months of ignoring red flags, was a combination of stress, undiagnosed disorders wreaking havoc on my everyday life (specifically OCD and PTSD), occasional suicidal ideation, and the smallest of triggers (an argument that quickly went awry). In an instant, my panic inflated from 1 to 100. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't see past my rapid heartbeat. I not only felt like the room was collapsing in on me, but the whole world. This definitive moment-one so burned into my memory that I can recall an internal sound, like the heated sizzle of my short-circuiting brain wires-became the catalyst for why I split in two.
There was the me before this event, and the me after. The in-between no longer existed.
Immediately after, I was numb. I'd been protected by a shell until the shell splintered and disintegrated to nothing. Left to fend for myself (or so I felt at the time), I became catatonic, fueled only by tears and the belief that I could never be okay again. I still remember lying on the floor with my laptop in front of me, desperate to find the help I knew I so desperately needed. But, as I quickly found, mental health care is complicated.
Here are some things I learned throughout this incredibly raw time. I hope this information can help you if you ever find yourself in a similar situation:
1. You have to reach out, even if you don't feel like it.
At the time, I was blessed with an amazing support system at my job. They weren't only my friends or my coworkers, but my family. Even still, I hesitated telling them what had happened to me, for fear of judgment. I was embarrassed by something that I couldn't control.
When I finally sent the emails and texts explaining what I was recovering from, I felt a sense of relief by getting it off my chest and I was greeted with the exact love, support, and encouragement that I should've come to expect from these people. I will forever consider them my saviors for hearing me, seeing me, and reminding me that I am not alone in this world. If you don't have a support system, it's imperative that you talk to someone. Take advantage of counselors through accessible mental health resources. It could mean the difference between coming back from the brink or dropping from that aforementioned cliff.
Your mental health is important too #WorldMentalHealthDay pic.twitter.com/9Y2znMhm5P
- Action for Happiness (@actionhappiness) October 9, 2018
2. The path to recovery may be tedious.
Shortly after my breakdown, as I lay on the floor with my laptop while my husband desperately tried to understand, I searched for help. And I searched. And I searched. And I searched. Turns out, when you factor in insurance barriers, the fact that you are not feeling suicidal in that exact moment, and a doctor's track record for successful treatment, finding good health care is more difficult than it sounds. Most of the professionals who I wanted to see were completely booked with appointments that had already been set months in advance. and had room for emergencies only. I wasn't a threat to myself-just more dazed and lost than usual-and I told myself that those spots should be reserved for someone in far darker places than I felt at the time. But I still needed help.
Days later, I called a help line and an inpatient facility, and the reality of it all terrified me into hanging up. I believed I could figure it out on my own-however wrong that idea was. But I forced myself to keep searching for treatment because my life and emotional well-being was at stake. I am so glad I did, because I eventually found the right, available doctors for me.
No matter how much work it is, you have to keep searching.
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3. Go to the appointments and do the work, even when it gets exhausting.
At the beginning of my treatment, I went through three forms of therapy. I'm a believer in going big or going home, and this was the most important thing I've ever needed to go big for. One therapist specialized in cognitive behavioral therapy (CBT), where I learned tools for grounding myself in the present moment. CBT challenged me to stop grieving my past and to stop looking into the future so I could breathe in the present. I'm not going to lie; it's hard. I failed (still fail) often. It takes practice, and sometimes, I don't feel mentally fit to go through the motions. But when done properly, it works for me.
My second therapist helped me work through childhood traumas that were the long-standing cause of my breakdown. These sessions were emotionally draining and I often left exhausted after cleansing myself of all that plagued me. Seeing this therapist meant facing my demons head on. It was the most difficult thing I've ever done and, to be honest, I stopped going after my grandmother died. As my therapist herself warned, my grandma was the glue holding a lot of me together. Without her in my life, I didn't feel strong enough to continue such intensive therapy. That's what's so hard about these disorders: They lie, convincing you that you aren't strong enough. I know I am now.
The third form of therapy was group grief counseling to address my deepest wound-the loss of my biological father to cancer. As I sat, listening to others share their stories of loss, I began to understand that I truly wasn't alone. On some level, we all understand pain.
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KatarzynaBialasiewicz/Getty Images
4. Practice continual self-care.
As the mother of two children with multiple jobs and to-do lists, I'm never not busy. That takes a toll. After the incident, I took a hard look at all I'd done to take care of myself despite whatever life demanded of me-a kind of inventory. Turns out, I'm the last person that I care for, often shorting myself in the event that someone else needs something first. I wasn't doing myself or my emotional health any favors by trying to please everyone all the time, holding my frustrations inside, and blaming myself for every upsetting moment in the history of life.
Today, we are highlighting the millions of strong and brave individuals who live with mental illness. Remember, your journey is worth sharing. #MIAW pic.twitter.com/DtIrFfcOME
- NAMI (@NAMICommunicate) October 9, 2018
5. Accept that caring for your mental health is an ongoing, imperfect journey.
Three years ago, I didn't know how to forgive myself for things beyond my control. I didn't know how to move on from my past or how to admit I'm a flawed human who sometimes needs more than she's willing to ask for (if she'll even ask at all). I still suffer from my disorders and I still have to work to manage them. But now, when all starts feeling lost again, I don't ignore the warning signs. I take precautionary measures like seeking support and health care, pouring myself into something that makes me happy, practicing self-care, and most of all, being patient with myself.
Mental health isn't a destination; it's a journey you'll be on for the rest of your life.
One bad day doesn't ruin them all. You will mess up. You will still cry. You will still battle the same emotions that brought you to your knees in the first place. In the three years since I've accepted my reality, I now understand things I couldn't in my “before.” I'm stronger than I give myself credit for, and if you see pieces of yourself in my story, then let me be the first to say that you are, too.
So, hold on, friend. You are seen.
If you are struggling and need help, call the National Alliance on Mental Illness HelpLine at 1-800-950-NAMI (6264), available Monday through Friday, 10 a.m.–6 p.m., ET. If this is an emergency, you can call the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 800-273-TALK (8255) or text NAMI's Crisis Line at 741-741.
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October 10th is World Mental Health Day.
You can't tell by looking at me, but three years ago, I had a complete breakdown-or an emotional health crisis. A lot has happened in the time since. I've taken a few steps forward, then twice the amount of steps back. I've been split apart and put back together. But most importantly, I'm still here, still navigating who I've become in the aftermath of something so earth-shattering, and still hoping to be seen.
If you've never witnessed, experienced, or heard of a mental health breakdown, it's an acute manifestation of an already lingering anxiety, depression, or bipolar disorder. The result is an inability to function in everyday life, feelings of hopelessness, and/or a feeling that you will never be “normal” again. It's an isolated state because you've either hidden the warning signs from loved ones, or denied them yourself. Even when managed, my anxiety and depression have me white-knuckling a cliff so as not to drop. If you know what panic feels like, then imagine a breakdown as a heightened version of that state-like trying to see through your car windshield while driving in a monsoon. That feeling doesn't let up until you've quite literally cracked up.
My experience, which happened after months of ignoring red flags, was a combination of stress, undiagnosed disorders wreaking havoc on my everyday life (specifically OCD and PTSD), occasional suicidal ideation, and the smallest of triggers (an argument that quickly went awry). In an instant, my panic inflated from 1 to 100. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't see past my rapid heartbeat. I not only felt like the room was collapsing in on me, but the whole world. This definitive moment-one so burned into my memory that I can recall an internal sound, like the heated sizzle of my short-circuiting brain wires-became the catalyst for why I split in two.
There was the me before this event, and the me after. The in-between no longer existed.
Immediately after, I was numb. I'd been protected by a shell until the shell splintered and disintegrated to nothing. Left to fend for myself (or so I felt at the time), I became catatonic, fueled only by tears and the belief that I could never be okay again. I still remember lying on the floor with my laptop in front of me, desperate to find the help I knew I so desperately needed. But, as I quickly found, mental health care is complicated.
Here are some things I learned throughout this incredibly raw time. I hope this information can help you if you ever find yourself in a similar situation:
1. You have to reach out, even if you don't feel like it.
At the time, I was blessed with an amazing support system at my job. They weren't only my friends or my coworkers, but my family. Even still, I hesitated telling them what had happened to me, for fear of judgment. I was embarrassed by something that I couldn't control.
When I finally sent the emails and texts explaining what I was recovering from, I felt a sense of relief by getting it off my chest and I was greeted with the exact love, support, and encouragement that I should've come to expect from these people. I will forever consider them my saviors for hearing me, seeing me, and reminding me that I am not alone in this world. If you don't have a support system, it's imperative that you talk to someone. Take advantage of counselors through accessible mental health resources. It could mean the difference between coming back from the brink or dropping from that aforementioned cliff.
Your mental health is important too #WorldMentalHealthDay pic.twitter.com/9Y2znMhm5P
- Action for Happiness (@actionhappiness) October 9, 2018
2. The path to recovery may be tedious.
Shortly after my breakdown, as I lay on the floor with my laptop while my husband desperately tried to understand, I searched for help. And I searched. And I searched. And I searched. Turns out, when you factor in insurance barriers, the fact that you are not feeling suicidal in that exact moment, and a doctor's track record for successful treatment, finding good health care is more difficult than it sounds. Most of the professionals who I wanted to see were completely booked with appointments that had already been set months in advance. and had room for emergencies only. I wasn't a threat to myself-just more dazed and lost than usual-and I told myself that those spots should be reserved for someone in far darker places than I felt at the time. But I still needed help.
Days later, I called a help line and an inpatient facility, and the reality of it all terrified me into hanging up. I believed I could figure it out on my own-however wrong that idea was. But I forced myself to keep searching for treatment because my life and emotional well-being was at stake. I am so glad I did, because I eventually found the right, available doctors for me.
No matter how much work it is, you have to keep searching.
Tumblr media
Leanne Surfleet/Getty Images
3. Go to the appointments and do the work, even when it gets exhausting.
At the beginning of my treatment, I went through three forms of therapy. I'm a believer in going big or going home, and this was the most important thing I've ever needed to go big for. One therapist specialized in cognitive behavioral therapy (CBT), where I learned tools for grounding myself in the present moment. CBT challenged me to stop grieving my past and to stop looking into the future so I could breathe in the present. I'm not going to lie; it's hard. I failed (still fail) often. It takes practice, and sometimes, I don't feel mentally fit to go through the motions. But when done properly, it works for me.
My second therapist helped me work through childhood traumas that were the long-standing cause of my breakdown. These sessions were emotionally draining and I often left exhausted after cleansing myself of all that plagued me. Seeing this therapist meant facing my demons head on. It was the most difficult thing I've ever done and, to be honest, I stopped going after my grandmother died. As my therapist herself warned, my grandma was the glue holding a lot of me together. Without her in my life, I didn't feel strong enough to continue such intensive therapy. That's what's so hard about these disorders: They lie, convincing you that you aren't strong enough. I know I am now.
The third form of therapy was group grief counseling to address my deepest wound-the loss of my biological father to cancer. As I sat, listening to others share their stories of loss, I began to understand that I truly wasn't alone. On some level, we all understand pain.
Tumblr media
KatarzynaBialasiewicz/Getty Images
4. Practice continual self-care.
As the mother of two children with multiple jobs and to-do lists, I'm never not busy. That takes a toll. After the incident, I took a hard look at all I'd done to take care of myself despite whatever life demanded of me-a kind of inventory. Turns out, I'm the last person that I care for, often shorting myself in the event that someone else needs something first. I wasn't doing myself or my emotional health any favors by trying to please everyone all the time, holding my frustrations inside, and blaming myself for every upsetting moment in the history of life.
Today, we are highlighting the millions of strong and brave individuals who live with mental illness. Remember, your journey is worth sharing. #MIAW pic.twitter.com/DtIrFfcOME
- NAMI (@NAMICommunicate) October 9, 2018
5. Accept that caring for your mental health is an ongoing, imperfect journey.
Three years ago, I didn't know how to forgive myself for things beyond my control. I didn't know how to move on from my past or how to admit I'm a flawed human who sometimes needs more than she's willing to ask for (if she'll even ask at all). I still suffer from my disorders and I still have to work to manage them. But now, when all starts feeling lost again, I don't ignore the warning signs. I take precautionary measures like seeking support and health care, pouring myself into something that makes me happy, practicing self-care, and most of all, being patient with myself.
Mental health isn't a destination; it's a journey you'll be on for the rest of your life.
One bad day doesn't ruin them all. You will mess up. You will still cry. You will still battle the same emotions that brought you to your knees in the first place. In the three years since I've accepted my reality, I now understand things I couldn't in my “before.” I'm stronger than I give myself credit for, and if you see pieces of yourself in my story, then let me be the first to say that you are, too.
So, hold on, friend. You are seen.
If you are struggling and need help, call the National Alliance on Mental Illness HelpLine at 1-800-950-NAMI (6264), available Monday through Friday, 10 a.m.–6 p.m., ET. If this is an emergency, you can call the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 800-273-TALK (8255) or text NAMI's Crisis Line at 741-741.
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October 10th is World Mental Health Day.
You can't tell by looking at me, but three years ago, I had a complete breakdown-or an emotional health crisis. A lot has happened in the time since. I've taken a few steps forward, then twice the amount of steps back. I've been split apart and put back together. But most importantly, I'm still here, still navigating who I've become in the aftermath of something so earth-shattering, and still hoping to be seen.
If you've never witnessed, experienced, or heard of a mental health breakdown, it's an acute manifestation of an already lingering anxiety, depression, or bipolar disorder. The result is an inability to function in everyday life, feelings of hopelessness, and/or a feeling that you will never be “normal” again. It's an isolated state because you've either hidden the warning signs from loved ones, or denied them yourself. Even when managed, my anxiety and depression have me white-knuckling a cliff so as not to drop. If you know what panic feels like, then imagine a breakdown as a heightened version of that state-like trying to see through your car windshield while driving in a monsoon. That feeling doesn't let up until you've quite literally cracked up.
My experience, which happened after months of ignoring red flags, was a combination of stress, undiagnosed disorders wreaking havoc on my everyday life (specifically OCD and PTSD), occasional suicidal ideation, and the smallest of triggers (an argument that quickly went awry). In an instant, my panic inflated from 1 to 100. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't see past my rapid heartbeat. I not only felt like the room was collapsing in on me, but the whole world. This definitive moment-one so burned into my memory that I can recall an internal sound, like the heated sizzle of my short-circuiting brain wires-became the catalyst for why I split in two.
There was the me before this event, and the me after. The in-between no longer existed.
Immediately after, I was numb. I'd been protected by a shell until the shell splintered and disintegrated to nothing. Left to fend for myself (or so I felt at the time), I became catatonic, fueled only by tears and the belief that I could never be okay again. I still remember lying on the floor with my laptop in front of me, desperate to find the help I knew I so desperately needed. But, as I quickly found, mental health care is complicated.
Here are some things I learned throughout this incredibly raw time. I hope this information can help you if you ever find yourself in a similar situation:
1. You have to reach out, even if you don't feel like it.
At the time, I was blessed with an amazing support system at my job. They weren't only my friends or my coworkers, but my family. Even still, I hesitated telling them what had happened to me, for fear of judgment. I was embarrassed by something that I couldn't control.
When I finally sent the emails and texts explaining what I was recovering from, I felt a sense of relief by getting it off my chest and I was greeted with the exact love, support, and encouragement that I should've come to expect from these people. I will forever consider them my saviors for hearing me, seeing me, and reminding me that I am not alone in this world. If you don't have a support system, it's imperative that you talk to someone. Take advantage of counselors through accessible mental health resources. It could mean the difference between coming back from the brink or dropping from that aforementioned cliff.
Your mental health is important too #WorldMentalHealthDay pic.twitter.com/9Y2znMhm5P
- Action for Happiness (@actionhappiness) October 9, 2018
2. The path to recovery may be tedious.
Shortly after my breakdown, as I lay on the floor with my laptop while my husband desperately tried to understand, I searched for help. And I searched. And I searched. And I searched. Turns out, when you factor in insurance barriers, the fact that you are not feeling suicidal in that exact moment, and a doctor's track record for successful treatment, finding good health care is more difficult than it sounds. Most of the professionals who I wanted to see were completely booked with appointments that had already been set months in advance. and had room for emergencies only. I wasn't a threat to myself-just more dazed and lost than usual-and I told myself that those spots should be reserved for someone in far darker places than I felt at the time. But I still needed help.
Days later, I called a help line and an inpatient facility, and the reality of it all terrified me into hanging up. I believed I could figure it out on my own-however wrong that idea was. But I forced myself to keep searching for treatment because my life and emotional well-being was at stake. I am so glad I did, because I eventually found the right, available doctors for me.
No matter how much work it is, you have to keep searching.
Tumblr media
Leanne Surfleet/Getty Images
3. Go to the appointments and do the work, even when it gets exhausting.
At the beginning of my treatment, I went through three forms of therapy. I'm a believer in going big or going home, and this was the most important thing I've ever needed to go big for. One therapist specialized in cognitive behavioral therapy (CBT), where I learned tools for grounding myself in the present moment. CBT challenged me to stop grieving my past and to stop looking into the future so I could breathe in the present. I'm not going to lie; it's hard. I failed (still fail) often. It takes practice, and sometimes, I don't feel mentally fit to go through the motions. But when done properly, it works for me.
My second therapist helped me work through childhood traumas that were the long-standing cause of my breakdown. These sessions were emotionally draining and I often left exhausted after cleansing myself of all that plagued me. Seeing this therapist meant facing my demons head on. It was the most difficult thing I've ever done and, to be honest, I stopped going after my grandmother died. As my therapist herself warned, my grandma was the glue holding a lot of me together. Without her in my life, I didn't feel strong enough to continue such intensive therapy. That's what's so hard about these disorders: They lie, convincing you that you aren't strong enough. I know I am now.
The third form of therapy was group grief counseling to address my deepest wound-the loss of my biological father to cancer. As I sat, listening to others share their stories of loss, I began to understand that I truly wasn't alone. On some level, we all understand pain.
Tumblr media
KatarzynaBialasiewicz/Getty Images
4. Practice continual self-care.
As the mother of two children with multiple jobs and to-do lists, I'm never not busy. That takes a toll. After the incident, I took a hard look at all I'd done to take care of myself despite whatever life demanded of me-a kind of inventory. Turns out, I'm the last person that I care for, often shorting myself in the event that someone else needs something first. I wasn't doing myself or my emotional health any favors by trying to please everyone all the time, holding my frustrations inside, and blaming myself for every upsetting moment in the history of life.
Today, we are highlighting the millions of strong and brave individuals who live with mental illness. Remember, your journey is worth sharing. #MIAW pic.twitter.com/DtIrFfcOME
- NAMI (@NAMICommunicate) October 9, 2018
5. Accept that caring for your mental health is an ongoing, imperfect journey.
Three years ago, I didn't know how to forgive myself for things beyond my control. I didn't know how to move on from my past or how to admit I'm a flawed human who sometimes needs more than she's willing to ask for (if she'll even ask at all). I still suffer from my disorders and I still have to work to manage them. But now, when all starts feeling lost again, I don't ignore the warning signs. I take precautionary measures like seeking support and health care, pouring myself into something that makes me happy, practicing self-care, and most of all, being patient with myself.
Mental health isn't a destination; it's a journey you'll be on for the rest of your life.
One bad day doesn't ruin them all. You will mess up. You will still cry. You will still battle the same emotions that brought you to your knees in the first place. In the three years since I've accepted my reality, I now understand things I couldn't in my “before.” I'm stronger than I give myself credit for, and if you see pieces of yourself in my story, then let me be the first to say that you are, too.
So, hold on, friend. You are seen.
If you are struggling and need help, call the National Alliance on Mental Illness HelpLine at 1-800-950-NAMI (6264), available Monday through Friday, 10 a.m.–6 p.m., ET. If this is an emergency, you can call the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 800-273-TALK (8255) or text NAMI's Crisis Line at 741-741.
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October 10th is World Mental Health Day.
You can't tell by looking at me, but three years ago, I had a complete breakdown-or an emotional health crisis. A lot has happened in the time since. I've taken a few steps forward, then twice the amount of steps back. I've been split apart and put back together. But most importantly, I'm still here, still navigating who I've become in the aftermath of something so earth-shattering, and still hoping to be seen.
If you've never witnessed, experienced, or heard of a mental health breakdown, it's an acute manifestation of an already lingering anxiety, depression, or bipolar disorder. The result is an inability to function in everyday life, feelings of hopelessness, and/or a feeling that you will never be “normal” again. It's an isolated state because you've either hidden the warning signs from loved ones, or denied them yourself. Even when managed, my anxiety and depression have me white-knuckling a cliff so as not to drop. If you know what panic feels like, then imagine a breakdown as a heightened version of that state-like trying to see through your car windshield while driving in a monsoon. That feeling doesn't let up until you've quite literally cracked up.
My experience, which happened after months of ignoring red flags, was a combination of stress, undiagnosed disorders wreaking havoc on my everyday life (specifically OCD and PTSD), occasional suicidal ideation, and the smallest of triggers (an argument that quickly went awry). In an instant, my panic inflated from 1 to 100. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't see past my rapid heartbeat. I not only felt like the room was collapsing in on me, but the whole world. This definitive moment-one so burned into my memory that I can recall an internal sound, like the heated sizzle of my short-circuiting brain wires-became the catalyst for why I split in two.
There was the me before this event, and the me after. The in-between no longer existed.
Immediately after, I was numb. I'd been protected by a shell until the shell splintered and disintegrated to nothing. Left to fend for myself (or so I felt at the time), I became catatonic, fueled only by tears and the belief that I could never be okay again. I still remember lying on the floor with my laptop in front of me, desperate to find the help I knew I so desperately needed. But, as I quickly found, mental health care is complicated.
Here are some things I learned throughout this incredibly raw time. I hope this information can help you if you ever find yourself in a similar situation:
1. You have to reach out, even if you don't feel like it.
At the time, I was blessed with an amazing support system at my job. They weren't only my friends or my coworkers, but my family. Even still, I hesitated telling them what had happened to me, for fear of judgment. I was embarrassed by something that I couldn't control.
When I finally sent the emails and texts explaining what I was recovering from, I felt a sense of relief by getting it off my chest and I was greeted with the exact love, support, and encouragement that I should've come to expect from these people. I will forever consider them my saviors for hearing me, seeing me, and reminding me that I am not alone in this world. If you don't have a support system, it's imperative that you talk to someone. Take advantage of counselors through accessible mental health resources. It could mean the difference between coming back from the brink or dropping from that aforementioned cliff.
Your mental health is important too #WorldMentalHealthDay pic.twitter.com/9Y2znMhm5P
- Action for Happiness (@actionhappiness) October 9, 2018
2. The path to recovery may be tedious.
Shortly after my breakdown, as I lay on the floor with my laptop while my husband desperately tried to understand, I searched for help. And I searched. And I searched. And I searched. Turns out, when you factor in insurance barriers, the fact that you are not feeling suicidal in that exact moment, and a doctor's track record for successful treatment, finding good health care is more difficult than it sounds. Most of the professionals who I wanted to see were completely booked with appointments that had already been set months in advance. and had room for emergencies only. I wasn't a threat to myself-just more dazed and lost than usual-and I told myself that those spots should be reserved for someone in far darker places than I felt at the time. But I still needed help.
Days later, I called a help line and an inpatient facility, and the reality of it all terrified me into hanging up. I believed I could figure it out on my own-however wrong that idea was. But I forced myself to keep searching for treatment because my life and emotional well-being was at stake. I am so glad I did, because I eventually found the right, available doctors for me.
No matter how much work it is, you have to keep searching.
Tumblr media
Leanne Surfleet/Getty Images
3. Go to the appointments and do the work, even when it gets exhausting.
At the beginning of my treatment, I went through three forms of therapy. I'm a believer in going big or going home, and this was the most important thing I've ever needed to go big for. One therapist specialized in cognitive behavioral therapy (CBT), where I learned tools for grounding myself in the present moment. CBT challenged me to stop grieving my past and to stop looking into the future so I could breathe in the present. I'm not going to lie; it's hard. I failed (still fail) often. It takes practice, and sometimes, I don't feel mentally fit to go through the motions. But when done properly, it works for me.
My second therapist helped me work through childhood traumas that were the long-standing cause of my breakdown. These sessions were emotionally draining and I often left exhausted after cleansing myself of all that plagued me. Seeing this therapist meant facing my demons head on. It was the most difficult thing I've ever done and, to be honest, I stopped going after my grandmother died. As my therapist herself warned, my grandma was the glue holding a lot of me together. Without her in my life, I didn't feel strong enough to continue such intensive therapy. That's what's so hard about these disorders: They lie, convincing you that you aren't strong enough. I know I am now.
The third form of therapy was group grief counseling to address my deepest wound-the loss of my biological father to cancer. As I sat, listening to others share their stories of loss, I began to understand that I truly wasn't alone. On some level, we all understand pain.
Tumblr media
KatarzynaBialasiewicz/Getty Images
4. Practice continual self-care.
As the mother of two children with multiple jobs and to-do lists, I'm never not busy. That takes a toll. After the incident, I took a hard look at all I'd done to take care of myself despite whatever life demanded of me-a kind of inventory. Turns out, I'm the last person that I care for, often shorting myself in the event that someone else needs something first. I wasn't doing myself or my emotional health any favors by trying to please everyone all the time, holding my frustrations inside, and blaming myself for every upsetting moment in the history of life.
Today, we are highlighting the millions of strong and brave individuals who live with mental illness. Remember, your journey is worth sharing. #MIAW pic.twitter.com/DtIrFfcOME
- NAMI (@NAMICommunicate) October 9, 2018
5. Accept that caring for your mental health is an ongoing, imperfect journey.
Three years ago, I didn't know how to forgive myself for things beyond my control. I didn't know how to move on from my past or how to admit I'm a flawed human who sometimes needs more than she's willing to ask for (if she'll even ask at all). I still suffer from my disorders and I still have to work to manage them. But now, when all starts feeling lost again, I don't ignore the warning signs. I take precautionary measures like seeking support and health care, pouring myself into something that makes me happy, practicing self-care, and most of all, being patient with myself.
Mental health isn't a destination; it's a journey you'll be on for the rest of your life.
One bad day doesn't ruin them all. You will mess up. You will still cry. You will still battle the same emotions that brought you to your knees in the first place. In the three years since I've accepted my reality, I now understand things I couldn't in my “before.” I'm stronger than I give myself credit for, and if you see pieces of yourself in my story, then let me be the first to say that you are, too.
So, hold on, friend. You are seen.
If you are struggling and need help, call the National Alliance on Mental Illness HelpLine at 1-800-950-NAMI (6264), available Monday through Friday, 10 a.m.–6 p.m., ET. If this is an emergency, you can call the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 800-273-TALK (8255) or text NAMI's Crisis Line at 741-741.
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October 10th is World Mental Health Day.
You can't tell by looking at me, but three years ago, I had a complete breakdown-or an emotional health crisis. A lot has happened in the time since. I've taken a few steps forward, then twice the amount of steps back. I've been split apart and put back together. But most importantly, I'm still here, still navigating who I've become in the aftermath of something so earth-shattering, and still hoping to be seen.
If you've never witnessed, experienced, or heard of a mental health breakdown, it's an acute manifestation of an already lingering anxiety, depression, or bipolar disorder. The result is an inability to function in everyday life, feelings of hopelessness, and/or a feeling that you will never be “normal” again. It's an isolated state because you've either hidden the warning signs from loved ones, or denied them yourself. Even when managed, my anxiety and depression have me white-knuckling a cliff so as not to drop. If you know what panic feels like, then imagine a breakdown as a heightened version of that state-like trying to see through your car windshield while driving in a monsoon. That feeling doesn't let up until you've quite literally cracked up.
My experience, which happened after months of ignoring red flags, was a combination of stress, undiagnosed disorders wreaking havoc on my everyday life (specifically OCD and PTSD), occasional suicidal ideation, and the smallest of triggers (an argument that quickly went awry). In an instant, my panic inflated from 1 to 100. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't see past my rapid heartbeat. I not only felt like the room was collapsing in on me, but the whole world. This definitive moment-one so burned into my memory that I can recall an internal sound, like the heated sizzle of my short-circuiting brain wires-became the catalyst for why I split in two.
There was the me before this event, and the me after. The in-between no longer existed.
Immediately after, I was numb. I'd been protected by a shell until the shell splintered and disintegrated to nothing. Left to fend for myself (or so I felt at the time), I became catatonic, fueled only by tears and the belief that I could never be okay again. I still remember lying on the floor with my laptop in front of me, desperate to find the help I knew I so desperately needed. But, as I quickly found, mental health care is complicated.
Here are some things I learned throughout this incredibly raw time. I hope this information can help you if you ever find yourself in a similar situation:
1. You have to reach out, even if you don't feel like it.
At the time, I was blessed with an amazing support system at my job. They weren't only my friends or my coworkers, but my family. Even still, I hesitated telling them what had happened to me, for fear of judgment. I was embarrassed by something that I couldn't control.
When I finally sent the emails and texts explaining what I was recovering from, I felt a sense of relief by getting it off my chest and I was greeted with the exact love, support, and encouragement that I should've come to expect from these people. I will forever consider them my saviors for hearing me, seeing me, and reminding me that I am not alone in this world. If you don't have a support system, it's imperative that you talk to someone. Take advantage of counselors through accessible mental health resources. It could mean the difference between coming back from the brink or dropping from that aforementioned cliff.
Your mental health is important too #WorldMentalHealthDay pic.twitter.com/9Y2znMhm5P
- Action for Happiness (@actionhappiness) October 9, 2018
2. The path to recovery may be tedious.
Shortly after my breakdown, as I lay on the floor with my laptop while my husband desperately tried to understand, I searched for help. And I searched. And I searched. And I searched. Turns out, when you factor in insurance barriers, the fact that you are not feeling suicidal in that exact moment, and a doctor's track record for successful treatment, finding good health care is more difficult than it sounds. Most of the professionals who I wanted to see were completely booked with appointments that had already been set months in advance. and had room for emergencies only. I wasn't a threat to myself-just more dazed and lost than usual-and I told myself that those spots should be reserved for someone in far darker places than I felt at the time. But I still needed help.
Days later, I called a help line and an inpatient facility, and the reality of it all terrified me into hanging up. I believed I could figure it out on my own-however wrong that idea was. But I forced myself to keep searching for treatment because my life and emotional well-being was at stake. I am so glad I did, because I eventually found the right, available doctors for me.
No matter how much work it is, you have to keep searching.
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3. Go to the appointments and do the work, even when it gets exhausting.
At the beginning of my treatment, I went through three forms of therapy. I'm a believer in going big or going home, and this was the most important thing I've ever needed to go big for. One therapist specialized in cognitive behavioral therapy (CBT), where I learned tools for grounding myself in the present moment. CBT challenged me to stop grieving my past and to stop looking into the future so I could breathe in the present. I'm not going to lie; it's hard. I failed (still fail) often. It takes practice, and sometimes, I don't feel mentally fit to go through the motions. But when done properly, it works for me.
My second therapist helped me work through childhood traumas that were the long-standing cause of my breakdown. These sessions were emotionally draining and I often left exhausted after cleansing myself of all that plagued me. Seeing this therapist meant facing my demons head on. It was the most difficult thing I've ever done and, to be honest, I stopped going after my grandmother died. As my therapist herself warned, my grandma was the glue holding a lot of me together. Without her in my life, I didn't feel strong enough to continue such intensive therapy. That's what's so hard about these disorders: They lie, convincing you that you aren't strong enough. I know I am now.
The third form of therapy was group grief counseling to address my deepest wound-the loss of my biological father to cancer. As I sat, listening to others share their stories of loss, I began to understand that I truly wasn't alone. On some level, we all understand pain.
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4. Practice continual self-care.
As the mother of two children with multiple jobs and to-do lists, I'm never not busy. That takes a toll. After the incident, I took a hard look at all I'd done to take care of myself despite whatever life demanded of me-a kind of inventory. Turns out, I'm the last person that I care for, often shorting myself in the event that someone else needs something first. I wasn't doing myself or my emotional health any favors by trying to please everyone all the time, holding my frustrations inside, and blaming myself for every upsetting moment in the history of life.
Today, we are highlighting the millions of strong and brave individuals who live with mental illness. Remember, your journey is worth sharing. #MIAW pic.twitter.com/DtIrFfcOME
- NAMI (@NAMICommunicate) October 9, 2018
5. Accept that caring for your mental health is an ongoing, imperfect journey.
Three years ago, I didn't know how to forgive myself for things beyond my control. I didn't know how to move on from my past or how to admit I'm a flawed human who sometimes needs more than she's willing to ask for (if she'll even ask at all). I still suffer from my disorders and I still have to work to manage them. But now, when all starts feeling lost again, I don't ignore the warning signs. I take precautionary measures like seeking support and health care, pouring myself into something that makes me happy, practicing self-care, and most of all, being patient with myself.
Mental health isn't a destination; it's a journey you'll be on for the rest of your life.
One bad day doesn't ruin them all. You will mess up. You will still cry. You will still battle the same emotions that brought you to your knees in the first place. In the three years since I've accepted my reality, I now understand things I couldn't in my “before.” I'm stronger than I give myself credit for, and if you see pieces of yourself in my story, then let me be the first to say that you are, too.
So, hold on, friend. You are seen.
If you are struggling and need help, call the National Alliance on Mental Illness HelpLine at 1-800-950-NAMI (6264), available Monday through Friday, 10 a.m.–6 p.m., ET. If this is an emergency, you can call the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 800-273-TALK (8255) or text NAMI's Crisis Line at 741-741.
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Ice’s Annual Post for 2017
Below is a list of cool/important/interesting things that I did during 2017 in order of month. They’re mostly in order by when they happened but a few may be out of order. The list is long so I put a Read More underneath if you’re interested. Enjoy!
January
Played Home is Where One Starts on Steam
Started watching Sailor Moon Infinity Arc
Started playing Pokemon Moon
Finished Jumin’s Route on Mystic Messenger
Had to drive to work at 6am because I forgot to return a button
Finished Seven’s Route on Mystic Messenger
Started re-learning my French just in case I move to Europe
Started considering moving to Europe after I finish college
Started my 2nd semester of college
Saw Hidden Figures in theatres
Met the woman my father began dating (spoiler alert: I like her)
Helped my mom and sister with tearing out the carpeting in the living room so we can get new flooring
Got a Robin Amiibo for an early birthday present
Cooked something for the first time this year that wasn’t ramen or hot chocolate
February
Celebrated my 19th Birthday
Got locked out of my car for the 1st time, coincidentally on my birthday
Got Pokemon Sun as a birthday present as well as a water bottle and some gift cards
Ran into an old teacher of mine from elementary school
Visited the World Market for the 1st time
Tried a candy bar from Britain for the 1st time
Learned how to make coffee
Started rewatching Ben 10 Alien Force
Finished my training at my job
Went to a seminar about refugee’s for my Diversity class
Signed up for a college tour that I ended up not going to because of Mother Nature
Played Awkward Dimensions Redux for the 1st time
Finally got into the main story for Mass Effect
March
Went to see Logan in theaters
Saw Finding Dory and Sausage Party for the 1st time
Got my dad a jar of herring for his birthday
Finally made a playlist on Youtube just for music
Started playing Penumbra Overture
Got my first $2 bill this year, and frankly first one in Many years
Continued to play Mass Effect
Bought a hot chocolate at a gas station for the 1st time
Purchased Mass Effect 3 off of Origin
Got a Origin account just to get this game
Spent the 1st day of spring getting a car wash
Rediscovered my love for Halestorm
Started listening to more music by Set it Off (instead of just 1 song)
Pre-registered for KitsuneKon 2017
Went to a Transgender rally for the 1st time
Went to a rally of any kind for the 1st time
Wacked a pinata for the 1st time in a few years
Played field hockey in a college room
Attended a girl choir concert for the 1st as a member of the audience
April
Finished Penumbra Overture
Started watching Season 2 of Shingeki no Kyojin
Came out as Queer to my Diversity Class (1st time I came out in public not to friends or family)
Decided to minor in Political Science along with my History Major
Joined Reddit
Downloaded  We Were Here and Medusa’s Labyrinth on Steam
Finished Mass Effect for the 1st time
Played through Mass Effect a 2nd time as a Renegade Sentinel
Attempted to use my debit card for the 1st time
Finally visited my great grandma’s grave after 7 years
Started watching Clannad
Got a gift card for Easter
Got free food at work because of Employee Appreciation Day
Started a test draft for The Fire Underground
May
Finally finished Huniepop
Started playing Serena but didn’t like it
For the 1st time, I have a friend of mine who works at the same job as me :)
Finished my (technically) 1st year of college
Played Super Smash Bros in order from 64 to Wii U for the 1st time this year
Redid the floors and got the kitchen walls painted at my mom’s house
Started working on painting and adding new floors in the living room too
Purchased Alan Wake on Steam during it’s Sunset Sale
Watched Tom Holland’s Lip Sync Battle (Yes that’s important)
Stepped into a Spencer’s for the 1st time (though it was only at the very front of the store to look at posters)
Started planning for my new Yarny cosplay for Kitsune Kon
Watched Guardians of the Galaxy Vol 2 twice in theatres
Bought a bikini for the 1st time (I usually only wear a tankini while swimming so wearing a bikini is huge for me)
Watched Steven Universe: Wanted and fell in love with Lars all over again
Worked during Memorial Day, but got paid more because holiday :D
Got my 2nd smartphone ever, a Samsung Galaxy S7
Ate a sandwich with a square bun for the 1st time
Updated my blog theme for the 1st time this year
June
Witnessed a felony traffic stop with arrests and everything for the 1st time
Celebrated my cat’s birthdays by giving them catnip
My parent’s divorce was finalized, same day as my cat’s birthday
Played Emily is Away for the 1st time
Returned to Mirai Nikki, an anime I never finished
Only just figured out Patrick Swayze died via a documentary (oops)
Attended my friend’s graduation party
Finished my 2nd and 3rd simultaneous playthroughs of Mass Effect
Started playing Mass Effect 2 and Life is Strange
Finished Episodes 1 and 2 of Life is Strange
Found out what the Grapefruit Technique is for some reason
Donated to Markiplier’s Charity Live Stream for Ablegamers
Kathryn mentioned my name (Icefire), my comment and thanked me for donating! :D
Purchased over $59 worth of games during Steam’s summer sale including Bioshock, Mirror’s Edge & Dragon Age Origins Ultimate Edition
Finished Life is Strange Episodes 3, 4 and 5 in the span of a few days
July
Played Blade Ballet for the 1st time
Played Monopoly and hung out at irl friend’s house for 3rd of July
Purchased Gone in November on Steam
Started watching Big Brother with my sister
Made a Yarny doll for the 1st time
Used an ATM for the 1st time
Attended Kitsune Kon for the 7th year
Almost didn’t make it to the con because I had stomach issues the morning of the con
Bought a lot of buttons, posters and dvd’s, etc from the con
Debuted my Yarny cosplay at the con
Went swimming for the 1st time this year
Continued unpacking things from my dad’s apartment before he moves
Toured the college I’m attending in January for the 1st time
Had to redo my financial aid application
Learned how to transfer funds from savings account to debit card. Horray for adulting!
Discovered the joys of Etsy
Toured my dad’s new house for the 1st time
Attempted to expand my storage on my Mac as I’m starting to run outd
August
Discovered StoreEnvy
Finished Mass Effect 2 for the 1st time
Began my application for transferring to a 4 year college
Finally put my posters up in my room at my dad’s house
Went Up North with my mom’s family for a weekend
Wore a bikini in public for the 1st time
Purchased VIP tickets to the Evanescence Concert
Bought VIP tickets for the 1st time
Found out my dad got engaged
Found and caught my 1st ever Shiny Pokemon (Shiny Haunter in Moon)
Tried VR for the 1st time
Went camping with my dad, his girlfriend and her family for a weekend
Started my 3rd and last semester at the technical college I’m at
Purchased Layers of Fear, Bioshock 2 and Remember Me on Steam
September
Met my dad and his fiancee’s new cats Ying and Yang
Officially got Accepted into the 4 year college I applied to
Finished Mass Effect 2 for the 2nd time
Started Mass Effect 3
Downloaded Origin
Bought tickets to see Diavolo from America’s Got Talent
Suffered from allergies for most of September
October
Attended an Employee appreciation day at my job
Visited a Counselor regarding my transfer to a 4 year college
Ordered a Christmas gift from my job
Finished Mass Effect 3 for the 1st time
Pre-registered for Kitsunekon 2018
Ate a fried egg sandwich for the 1st time
Submited my AP scores to my new college
Found a spring jacket that I lost back in Spring
Found over $20 in said jacket
Got an unofficial tour of the campus I’m going to in January by friend
Went to see Diavolo on tour 
Played The Old City: Leviathan on Steam
My job got a bunch of renovations (paint, appliances, new products, etc)
Purchased Soma, realMyst, Plague Inc, Undertale and other walking simulators during Steam Halloween Sale
Attempted to play Penumbra Black Plague but dealt with screen resolution issues
Started playing Layers of Fear on Steam
Caught Primal Kyogre with just one quick ball in Pokemon Alpha Sapphire
Finally beat Pokemon Alpha Sapphire after over a year of not touching the game
November
Turned in my “final” report for my Technical Reporting class
Went back to playing Pokemon Moon
Signed up for my classes for January
Finally got to see Thor Ragnarok in theaters after 4 years of waiting!
Got my “final” report graded, 96%!
Got back into the Thor fandom
Got my mom some bubble wrap and salt water taffy for her birthday (she loved it)
Started playing Overwatch for the 1st time
Discovered You Suck at Cooking Youtube Channel
Purchased a bunch of games for Black Friday (Overwatch, Dragon Age II and Inquisition, indie games, etc)
December
Had my annual review at the Gas Station I worked at and got a raise!
Went to see Evanescence in Concert for the 1st time since 2011!
Went to Madison for the 1st time in about 4 years (last time was just a few days before I started my Tumblr account)
Tried sweet Sauerkraut for the 1st time, it tasted okay but it was kind of strange eating sweet sauerkraut
Got my best friend some bubble wrap as a gag gift for his birthday
Went to my sister’s holiday choir concert
Finished a final and got a 90% on it (Ethics Class)
Procrastinated on said final and other final project
Got introduced to Round Planet by BBC
Finished Season 7 of Overwatch Competitive with Silver Rank
Started getting invested in Yugioh (abridged and the manga) 
Got the Synthesis (Evanescence) album for Christmas
Also got Pokemon Ultra Sun AND Ultra Moon for Christmas
My dad officially got married so I now have a step-family as of this month
Didn’t get to go to their wedding (it’s a long story)
Worked in Receiving at my job for the 1st time 
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