“It was a normal day. She took her kids to school. Cleaned the house. Went to work. Made dinner. Cleaned again. Prepared everything for the next day. As she went to wash her face before bed, she cried. Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably. To hide her tears she hopped in the shower. Crying in the shower meant no one would notice right? As she stared in the mirror eyes red and puffy she felt a sadness…..”
I know I talk about mental health a lot. Sometimes that’s annoying to people. That’s okay, you don’t have to read it. I believe it’s something important that we should be talking about, not just sometimes, but all the time. For some people it’s an ongoing continuous battle. Some people have lost that battle and some people are struggling day in and day out just to survive. So yeah I will talk about it until I’m black and blue in the face.
I struggle with my mental health. I have anxiety. I have depression. I have panic attacks. Some days I’m completely fine. Other times it sneaks up on me out of nowhere. Some days I wake up and instant panic sets in. I never know what life is going to throw at me. I take it day by day and do the best to cope however I can.
I know I have been very fortunate to deal with it on my own. I have amazing friends, some with similar mental health struggles, that I can turn to on a bad day or when the panic sets in or when I feel like I can no longer keep going. They use whatever tactic they can to help me. Telling me all the reasons I need to keep going. Distraction from whatever sent me into a panic attack. Just listening when I need to say whatever I need to say. I’m very fortunate and I know that.
With that said, please never hesitate to reach out to anyone – friends, family, your doctor, even me. You can contact me on any of my socials above or our email address. I will always be a listening ear and do whatever I can to help you however I can. I have your back always.
I know the battle within. I know the feeling of thinking everything will be better if you just “let go.” Don’t, fight that battle. That battle is the greatest battle to win. I know some days it doesn’t feel like there’s any reason to keep pushing, but there is. It may not feel like it right now in the trenches, but on the other side is everything you wanted. Your family, your friends, your kids, they all need you. Even on your worst day, they need you. They will always need you.
It is not a sign of weakness to take medication. It is not a bad thing. It’s not something to be ashamed of. Be proud that you where able to seek help. You are brave. You are strong. You are a fighter. You are amazing. I am incredibly proud of you for seeing something was off and seeking help. You are someone all of us struggling can look up to. Your mental health doesn’t define you. You are not your anxiety. You are not your depression. You are not your panic attacks.
Never, ever feel bad for having bad days. We all go through them. Never feel bad that leaving your bed was hard. Showering was hard. Cleaning was hard. Never feel bad all you did was nap. All you did was sit up in bed. All you did was eat a piece of toast. Where you are now won’t last forever. You will get through this. Don’t let the things left undone until you felt better overwhelm you. Start small and work up to whatever needs done. You brave beautiful strong human being has this. You will be okay.
If you are starting to feel yourself go into the dark place, allow yourself to relax. Take a bath. Watch a movie. Read a book. Get coffee with a friend. Call a friend. Take a nap. All the things stressing you out or overwhelming you can wait. The dishes can wait. The laundry can wait. It can all wait. What can’t wait is you. Take care of yourself and make yourself a priority.
“…A sadness she’d felt many times before. The dark place was trying to take back over. Her tears were that of being overwhelmed. Of being tired and not allowing herself to rest. Of being sad for seemingly no reason. As she stared into the mirror, she forced a smile on her face and left the bathroom. She tucked her kids into bed and called her friend. She told her friend everything. She cried. She laughed. She felt the lift. The lift of all that had been weighing her down. The lift of everything lying under the surface. As she said goodbye she knew she was going to be okay and tomorrow was a new day.”