Because there aren’t enough pictures of my cat on here:
Anyway, actual blog post begins now:
Not too long ago I shared that I have been, for a very long time, battling depression and anxiety. After the huge influx of support I received from sharing my stuggle I decided to go to to the doctor and go back on medicine (I’ve been off and on for some years now).
I am in no way ashamed of my need for medicine to regulate my brain. I see this as any other sickness. I have well controlled asthma as well, and occasionally I need an inhaler. Mental health is the exact same thing. Sometimes it’s well controlled. Sometimes you need extra help.
Throughout my most recent journey with my depression and anxiety I have reconnected with myself. I stopped taking care of myself (besides the gym and healthy eating) and focused only on the happiness of those around me. Big mistake. I, and you, cannot help others if I’m not taking care of myself.
So here is my biggest advice: be selfish. Speak up if you need help and don’t fear judgement for having a preference on anything. Your friends will still like you if you don’t go drink for drink with them. Hell, they won’t even care if you leave a party early because you love to go to bed early (note: I love sleeping). People will still love you and respect that you are doing you.
I’m not in any way “cured”. This is a battle I have been fighting for more than half of my life. Between meds and therapy, I can learn new coping strategies for this recent bout.
If ANYONE wants to talk to me more about my battle, or yours, please please please reach out to me. I am an open book. If I can help even one person by sharing my story I will be satisfied, but you have to find the strength to ask for help.
It gets better. Please keep fighting.