WHAT IS THIS
It is so hard to describe what you are going through
to someone who has never experienced it. This could be a myriad of
different things; the loss of a parent, a child, a friend, a pet; an illness.
People want to understand and they want to help but a lot of times they just
can’t. That is ok. It is ok if they cannot understand what you are
feeling. It doesn’t make what you are going through anymore or any less
difficult or hard. They care to ask and to be there and that is enough.
Dealing with a Mental Illness:
THE BATLE
I never thought I would ever say that I have a
mental illness. Even typing that out I want to erase and rephrase
it. I do not like categories or labels. I am my own person with my
own thoughts and feelings. I never thought I would be lumped into a category,
especially one that is attached to such stigmas, highly misunderstood and
frightening! With this comes an unbearable amount of agony over not being able
to help my friends and family understand what is happening to me or what I need. A lot of times I don’t all the way understand
it myself. I feel this great need to protect everyone from me. Like
I need to keep away so that I do not hurt anyone or ask too much of
anyone. It is a terrible and vicious circle.
Living so long with depression and suffering
silently while it felt like I had such chaos inside of me has taken its
toll. My relationships and friendships
have suffered over the years because of my inability to understand what is
happening to me. Now that I am starting
to break through the darkness and clear my mind, I am faced with some
frightening truths. I am sick. This is in every way a chronic illness. It can be managed, but it will not go
away. What I am feeling is normal inside
the realms of what this is. I will have
to be on medication for the rest of my life in order to keep the serotonin levels
where they need to be and to help with the chronic anxiety.
THE BATTLE PLAN
I am on medication.
I hate it. Granted I just started it, but right now everything feels
worse and on top of it I feel sick. This
is just the adjustment phase and I am assured that in time it will be so good
for me. I am truly trying to believe
that. I know that God would not have
lead me here for nothing. I have
medication to help me sleep, and I have medication to help me control my
serotonin levels and my anxiety. I have
a therapist. I never thought I would
ever go to a therapist. I always said Jesus
was my counselor. I am not disregarding
the years that Jesus has helped me through, because He has helped me through
nights no one knows I have gone through.
He has helped me through every phase of this illness and I know that He
sent me my therapist. She is
wonderful. She listens to me! Yes, I pay her, but she truly heard me. She heard my cry for help and understood immediately
what my fears were about taking medication.
COMMUNI-WHAT
Now that I am on medication and seeing a therapist
the work really begins. I have lived in
a world of books and movies and tv my whole life. I hid inside of myself afraid of the chaos
inside of me; afraid of dealing with some painful happenings in my past; afraid
of people loving me; afraid of people not loving me; afraid of people leaving
me. My communication, while it has
gotten better, needs a lot of work. I
need to work on perceptions and stop guessing how people will react or what
they will say. I need to learn to let
people have their own feelings and make their own choices. I never realized in not communicating I was
putting barriers between me and the people I love by assuming how they felt
about things. In my irrational mind I am not worth loving, I am not worth
understanding and I am not worth fighting for.
So I may as well walk away and release them from having to be the bad
guy. Release myself from them disappointing
me by doing it to myself. I would tell myself
it was easier this way. I have faded in
and out of my friend’s lives for years.
Never really understanding what I was doing or why I was doing it. I never communicated with them what I was
going through, so many have felt my choices were selfish. I suppose in a way they were, but I wasn’t
trying to be. So these are lessons I
have learned. Being in therapy will help
with all this.
NOW WHAT
Exactly. Now
what!? I have no idea. I am taking this day by day. It is hard to explain to people that I do not
feel good right now. Nothing feels right.
The side effects of the medication right now are painful and
disturbing. Add that to what I was
feeling before and all I can say is I am in chaos. In time I know that everything will start to
feel better. I know the medicine will
help and all this pain and suffering I have been in for years will finally lead
to much healing. I am so thankful to God
for always being with me. Being alone is
more difficult when you are feeling such chaos, but I have little reminders
that He never leaves me. By His stripes
we are healed. I will get through this...
Thank you for reading my thoughts on what is
happening in my life. Remember to always
trust the Lord to lead you and remember to enjoy the journey. Never forget to SHINE!