It’s like being on a roller coaster. One minute you’re coasting along at a nice speed enjoying the ride and then BAM! You’re up, down, left, right all over the place. You struggle to catch your breath, your heart rate accelerates and then finally the ride is over and you feel deflated.
That’s me… everyday. Something good will happen, I’ll find the negative and the happy feelings go away. I was officially diagnosed with depression and anxiety in October 2016 after struggling from the age of 14. Unfortunately the support was never there and after years of considering suicide and living in a bubble I managed to get the help needed. It took me 9 years to finally find the courage to go to the doctors and ask for help. In the past 2 years I’ve tried four different medications, seen a Councillor and created my own mental health instagram page where I openly talk about my day to day dealings with mental health.
When people ask me about my mental health my response is always the same, my brain doesn’t work. I am not this way because I am crazy or dramatic, I didn’t just have the one bad day and now I feel sorry for myself. A part of my brain is broken, and because of this my behavior and ways of dealing with certain situations may not be the same as other people. However this doesn’t mean I am useless, my brain can be fixed with medication, counseling and a lot of self love. I am no different from anyone else and shouldn’t be treated as such. At the end of that dark tunnel is a lot of light, and you just need to keep on walking until you get there.
We are all a little broken. But last time I checked, broken crayons still colour the same. – Trent Shelton
Admitting you need help can be scary, it’s finally coming to that realisation that you’re not as strong as you thought you were. Maybe you’re scared to admit that there is something wrong with you because then it becomes real, or maybe the idea of talking to someone about it causes you’re anxiety to kick… Continue reading Admitting you need help
When I discovered that there was a magazine dedicated to mental health I knew I had to buy it. I spent days searching and finally found it in my local Tesco extra. I got it home, made myself a nice cup of tea, cwtched up on the sofa and started to read. Two hours later… Continue reading Your new mental health bible
The severity of your withdrawal symptoms will depend on the medication you are coming off as everyone’s bodies react differently. Unfortunately my doctors are not the best when it comes to mental health as on numerous occasions I’ve had to correct them on errors they’ve made, such as prescribing me the wrong dosage or not… Continue reading Preparing for antidepressant withdrawal symptoms & how to survive.
One of my main struggles is showing affection, I don’t like to let people in for fear of rejection. This means that I struggle to hug people and can sometimes come across as distant. It impacts on my life quite a lot because when I’m feeling down I don’t feel like I have anyone to… Continue reading Therapy pets
When I was prescribed Venlafaxine I wasn’t informed of how horrible the side effects and withdrawal symptoms would be. I suffered with night sweats, dry mouth and exhaustion, I also noticed that if I didn’t take one at the same time each day I would struggle with brain zaps. However I was the happiest I’d… Continue reading Dear diary… coming off Venlafaxine
2019 started with a feeling of positivity and happiness, I really began to believe that this was a turning point in my life. Little did I know that the service that was suppose to aid me in my mental health would end up crushing it beneath it’s giant clueless shoe. When I made the difficult… Continue reading My mental health consultation
If you’ve been following me for a while you’ll know that I have depression and anxiety. I’d like to tell you that it’s recent, however that wouldn’t be much of a story would it? My delightful journey started when I was very young, we’re talking 6 to 7 years old. Who knows what the exact… Continue reading Raw emotion – overview
I was born on January 6th 1993 (I wasn’t kidding when I said we were going back to the beginning). I was late, so when I was born I was huge, cockeyed, and full of zits. Mum always jokes about how when she saw me she wanted to put me back as I looked so… Continue reading Raw emotion – the early years