As promised…to myself…here I am, writing for a second day in a row!
Granted my arse is planted firmly on my couch – I really should go to the gym – but I’m making progress to at least committing to one thing at a time. We can work my way back to my desk one day…
Let’s talk mental health! In my last post I touched on the matter that for the last five years, my mental health has taken a huge dip. Thankfully, if my mental health was scaled on a graph, it would definitely be on the positive side. Phew – my share price is going up again…
I’ll just start from the beginning. Unfortunately having extreme bouts of anxiety for prolonged periods of time has meant that my memory isn’t fantastic – which is probably a good thing for you reading as we would be here for days – but I can, unfortunately, still remember the bad bits.
Nearly five years ago, I had my first panic attack. Now, I already had a nervous disposition but this was something I had never experienced before. It also came out of nowhere! It blew the doors of my life off its hinges despite lack of invitation. I was on the way to work on the bus one morning and I suddenly started to feel odd. Indescribably odd, like I wasn’t really there. Then around one hundred thoughts raced through my mind but the one that stuck out the most was “I’m dying”. Just like that, my mind decided that I was dying on this bus and there was nothing I could do to stop it. Thankfully the entire attack didn’t last very long, around thirty seconds – even though it felt much longer. I then text my husband (boyfriend at the time) and simply stated “I’ve just had a panic attack.” The text was literally as simple as that, as though someone had just slightly bumped into me in the street.
Now, to analyse the situation, as aforementioned I already had a nervous disposition. At that point in my life I also had just started at a new job and I was just about to move in with Kamen. Suffice it to say, I was a wee bit stressed.
“Not until we are lost do we begin to understand ourselves.” – Henry David Thoreau
Unfortunately I couldn’t just watch it simply float on by after that day, it gripped onto me like a vice; there was nothing I could do but let it happen. This meant that for a while I couldn’t do a lot of things on my own such as: getting on a bus or any public transport, simply leaving the house to nip to the shop or walking too far on my own. This was extremely detrimental which ultimately meant I got sacked from my job. The latter wasn’t as dramatic as it sounds, especially looking back on it, I simply didn’t pass the horrendous six month probation period as I struggled with: a. getting into work and b. hitting sales targets, when I did make it into work.
Kamen became what I like to refer to as my “safety person”. He was the only person I truly trusted to leave the house with as I – or my mind, which I always preferred to refer to as a separate entity, probably not a good thing huh? – genuinely believed if I was to suddenly have a heart attack, or have a stroke, then he would know what to do.
It took me many months to actually seek help as I thought it would simply go away. Unfortunately the initial GP who seen to me thought I simply wanted medication – I didn’t and still actually haven’t attempted the medication route to this day – and then, in a polite way I suppose, shunned me by providing me with leaflets about mental health and sent me on my way.
I probably don’t need to emphasise that I didn’t feel even 0.0000001% better than when I went in.
I should state that I appreciate that GPs are not mental health physicians. They cannot officially diagnose you for such matters but are extremely helpful, and experienced, with ruling out other potential underlying physical health issues before possibly alluding that you have some form of mental health issue, and then suggest you seek further advice from an experienced physician in that particular field.
A year went by and then along came the stinking, soul sucking, horrifying, black cloud that is depression. My body and my mind was exhausted from being anxious 24/7. At this point I was in college, and was actually writing this blog. I had not one iota amount of energy and struggled to even get out of bed in the morning. I cried constantly and felt completely worthless and alone. I still did pretty good with my college course, and completed the end of year project assignment with positive grades. I also then went on to work full time, in the current job I’m in actually, and I was really good at the job. Even though depression was still ever present, it was just lurking in the background. I suppose that’s what depression does, waits for something good to happen to you and then jumps out to remind you that you are a complete failure and are completely useless to yourself and everyone around you.
For me, that time was last year; the year I was getting married. I was also working really hard with studies to achieve a financial qualification which I got to do through work. It started to creep back in slowly and it was only when I noticed I was crying every day again and finding the simplest of tasks a struggle that I realised that the black cloud had returned. Despite our efforts to put together money for our wedding, Kamen encouraged me to seek therapy. The first therapist I tried was lovely however, after several sessions I found that I wasn’t finding the particular methods she approached very useful, which is fine. Different approaches of therapy work differently for people. The most challenging thing with regards to mental health is there is no one-size-fits-all. With that, there was a bit of a hiatus on account of needing money quickly for the big day.
The post wedding buzz is what kept me going for a while. The “I’m a wifey” status glowed brighter than the rings that were put on my finger. But then came the comedown. The norms of every day life began to settle back in and, I realised that I have essentially spent the last five years of my life masking the problems in my life. Which now takes me to January this year. I had been struggling with sleep for some time, but it really took a turn for the worse when my anxiety started to build up again and meant that I was finding it extremely tasking to make it in to work to begin my day at 7:30am after still watching the clock at 3:30am.
I decided to go back to therapy.
“We can’t solve problems by using the same kind of thinking we used when we created them” – Albert Einstein
I met Moira, my Cognitive Behavioural Therapist. She was the light at the end of my very long tunnel. Don’t get me wrong, it isn’t a miracle cure, but she certainly provided me with the tools to begin my journey of a pursuit of contentment with life. We explored my childhood and all the ideologies I developed as a teenager, then talked about what was going on in my life now and why the things that happened in my childhood are a link to my coping mechanisms now. It also helped that she was lovely, she has such a warm personality that the second I met her, I trusted her.
I met Moira pretty much every Thursday at 4pm, for an hour session, for 5 months. I didn’t think I would have such structured therapy for so long but I really needed it. Turns out there was a lot of deep sea diving exploration to be had, and I should have done it moons ago.
Now, I’m simply trying to find a purpose for myself as I don’t want to be simply “wife of Kamen”. I’m feeling a lot better with the things that were weighing me down for so long therefore it’s allowing me to have some breathing space.
Most young adults in this day and age either experience a mental health issue, or are currently experiencing mental health issues. Why wouldn’t we? The world is a pretty f**ked up place, and it only seems to get uglier.
The one piece of advice I would give to anyone is do not go through this alone, seek help! It does not just go away and will only, likely, get worse over time. Talk to a loved one, if you haven’t already. Pester your doctor, and pester them again. Get medication if needed. If you have the money, try therapy. Try coming back to earth once in a while and doing some self care yourself. Do the thing you really enjoy doing, even if it seems like the most impossible thing to do at the moment. Just don’t simply give up, your mind won’t thank you for it.
This takes me to the end of my story time. I don’t have any intention for all my blog posts being this long however, it has been a while since I have alluded to anyone the extent of the detriment that my mental health caused me. Was it the worst version of it? No. Are there people worse off than me? Of course! However, we cannot spend every minute of every day constantly thinking, ‘I feel like crap today because I had a really bad anxiety attack but, you know what, there is someone worse off than me therefore I need to be okay’. It’s okay to not be okay, and everybody’s feelings and journeys are different. Does not make them any more or any less than the next person.
If you are experiencing any mental health issues, take good care of yourself.
Robyn ♥