I am blogging for mental health

May is Mental Health Month and today in particular is Mental Health Blogging Day.  I am a longtime sufferer of mentalMental Health Blog Party Badge illness and an advocate for awareness and support through the community support website Band Back Together.

I think days like this are important to let others know that they are not alone in their struggles with mental health issues.  Whether you are a sufferer, a friend, a family member, or an acquaintance of someone with a mental health issue, you can educate yourself and others and help make the world a more compassionate and supportive place.

My name is Crystal and I deal with mental illness on a regular basis.

Sometimes I don’t act like ME because I suffer from chronic Depression (diagnosed at age 14), Anxiety, and Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (DES-NOS, specifically).  I attend weekly therapy and take medication to help me manage these issues.  I have difficulties managing my response to stressful situations and memories due to the way that my brain processes information/stimuli – multiple traumas throughout my life have impacted the way I view and experience the world around me.

Despite dealing with these issues for so much of my life, I can still live a normal life – I am not ‘crazy.’  I have a wonderful relationship with my husband and son.  I have a great job at a place I’ve worked for the past 3.5 years.  I have friends and hobbies and many of the same worries that others out there have.

Most days I am a very high functioning individual.  Sometimes I need to step back from my responsibilities a little bit and focus on taking extra care of myself.  There are those days when I can’t get out of bed – on those days I need help from my support network of family and friends.  I have fantastic people in my life who have helped me even when they don’t know it.

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I have heard various awful things said about those who suffer from mental illness over the years, even from people I love.  The stigma of mental illness still leads people to state that they wouldn’t vote for a politician who was known to have a mental disorder, or that those with a mental illness should not have children.  It’s disheartening to hear these things and I’m hopeful that as we speak out, the stigma will lift more and more.

If you or someone you know suffers from a mental illness, please take the time to educate yourself about the symptoms and effects on their life.  If you would like to reach out to a community for support please visit Band Back Together.

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Truthiness Day 7: Mister Sunshine

Day 07 → Someone who has made your life worth living for.  (sorry, bad grammar)

This one is so easy.  It’s Jack, of course.

Before Jack came along, I didn’t much care about proper living.  I’ve had Depression for as long as I can remember and I was never very motivated to take care of it – I didn’t care enough about myself to get the treatment I really needed.  I took anti-depressants on and off but those didn’t take care of my issues 100%.

When Jack came along, though, I HAD to take care of myself.  I didn’t want him to have a ghost of a mother.  I didn’t want him to learn my unhealthy thought patterns or be hurt by behaviors that I didn’t even notice I had.  I didn’t want him to grow up without a mother, either, and although I hate to say it, that was a possibility if I didn’t get treatment.

So right before he turned 2, I got serious and put myself back on antidepressants, enrolled in a Managing Your Depression course with Kaiser, started attending regular therapy, attended a 9 month long intensive outpatient therapy program, and have been maintaining my mental health ever since with weekly appointments with my therapist.  I’ve learned how to stay ahead of my depression for the most part.  When I do get depressed, I don’t beat myself up nearly as much as I used to, and I try to ride it out.  I know which parts of me are ME and which parts are the illness I’ve fought all my life.  Knowing those things has made a huge difference.

I love my life.  I love living.  Before Jack, I could not have said that.  Before Jack, the work wasn’t worth the return.

Image above by Sarahndipitea

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Give and take

When I was living in Humboldt working at a hospital, a nurse/office mate/friend told me, “Many people working in the health care industry have co-dependency issues.”  Years later I still remember that statement and think about it often.  There are people who need to be needed.  I am not one of those people, but I used to be.

I still take care of people.  I can’t help it – I was the eldest child, the protector, the leader, the person in the family always steering us to a safer place.  I married young and that role continued; for 9 years I was the primary provider, the family accountant, and the housekeeper.  All of this meant that I was a mother long before Jack was born.  I was a mother long before I was ready to be one.  Until Jack came along and showed me what being a mother was really about, I did not know how to break out of the caretaker role.

I’m a new soul
I came to this strange world
hoping I could learn a bit about how to give and take
But since I came here, felt the joy and the fear
finding myself making every possible mistake

- Yael Naim, “New Soul

The end of my marriage commenced my new beginning.  I had a child to take care of but not full time, and when Jack was with his dad I focused on taking care of myself for the first time in my life.  One of the best decisions I ever made was to go to therapy.  Not the kind of therapy where you gripe about your week…this therapy cracked me open like an egg and made me examine the vulnerable parts inside.  It taught me how to look at the connections in my brain and constantly question how they came to exist.  I learned how to find the parts of me that are truly me and weed out the parts others had left behind.  I’ve made a lot of progress but I doubt I will ever be done.

I met David several months after I began therapy.  I was clear with him from the beginning about what kind of state I was in and how much I could (and could not) offer.  I was amazed when he didn’t miss a beat, didn’t cringe or back away from anything I laid out in front of him.  He wanted to connect with me and support my journey however he could.  I knew he was someone I didn’t want to let get away, and I recognize on a daily basis how very lucky I am to have him.

It’s not so easy, though, to go from being a caretaker to a place of balanced give and take.  It’s getting easier – I’m slowly getting used to asking for help with things like getting Jack dressed in the morning while I take a shower.  I realize I don’t do it enough.  As funny as it sounds, I need help asking for help.

I’m sure everyone has a caretaker in their life, and many who have the same trouble I do.  Have you asked them how they are feeling lately?  Or simply whether there is a way to make their day a little easier?  They may not need your help or want it, but we can all use some assistance every now and then.  Even if the help is not needed, it never hurts to ask.

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