Depression. Anxiety. I’ve hesitated to mention those terms, but the urge to address them is undeniable.
The shame I feel as I write these words is overwhelming. My inner critic insists that my struggles make me flawed. The perfectionist in me fears that revealing my vulnerabilities will expose me. Some days, I just want to retreat to bed and disappear. My ego resists admitting that there are moments when the chaos within is too much to bear, leaving me gasping for breath.
I choose to share my experiences because mental health stigma can be isolating. Humans fundamentally crave connection, and the societal shame surrounding these issues only deepens our solitude. So, here I am, sharing my truth, even if it feels uncomfortable to do so.
I faced my battle with depression and anxiety at the age of 15. The mask of a seemingly well-adjusted teenager hid the anguish I felt inside. No one knew the depths of my struggle or the lengths I went to escape my reality. Many nights were spent tossing and turning, unable to quiet my racing thoughts. My facade of confidence only intensified my loneliness, as I masked my true feelings from the world.
I have sought solace in unhealthy ways, turning to alcohol, drugs, and food for comfort. I have tried to control my mind and body through extreme measures, oscillating between indulgence and self-punishment. The truth is, I was searching for stability outside myself, not realizing that the foundation had to be built within.
In 2008, I found my way to recovery at the age of 20. I was battered and raw but determined to heal. Since then, I have maintained my sobriety, confronting my past traumas and seeking freedom from substances.
However, even in sobriety, depression has knocked me down at various points. Life’s challenges can trigger old wounds. After the birth of my second daughter, I experienced postpartum depression. The harrowing experience of my three-year-old being hospitalized for a severe illness sent me spiraling into darkness. Anxiety and depression danced in tandem, pushing me between states of despair.
To navigate through these challenges, I’ve had to reach out for help from close friends and family. Processing my pain was essential for healing, and I discovered that confronting my truth allowed me to emerge stronger. I have learned to embrace my sensitivity and emotional awareness. This is not a weakness; it’s simply a part of who I am.
Life can be tough, and accepting this fact has helped me avoid unnecessary suffering. Each day, I work on my mental health, understanding that my journey is ongoing. For those who are trying to ignore their struggles, let me tell you: you can’t simply wish them away.
I share my story because many are feeling the strain on their mental health, particularly during challenging times like shelter-in-place orders. This period can trigger feelings of anxiety and depression for many. By opening up, I hope to connect with others and remind them they are not alone. Recognizing, “I’m not okay today,” can strip away its power and pave the way for a brighter tomorrow, one step at a time.
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In summary, acknowledging our struggles is not a sign of weakness; it is a step towards healing. By sharing our truth, we can foster connection and understanding, breaking down the stigma surrounding mental health issues.
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