Understanding your own mental illness doesn’t happen overnight – It’s a process. So, using the medication she was prescribed, one woman opened up about her long, and sometimes impossibly difficult, experience coping with her own mental illness.
“I had my first panic attack when I was 17-years-old. My body went into flight or fight mode. Well, jokes on me because I was on an airplane flight when it happened.”
“I had so many questions, but one stood above them all: Why me?”
One in four people struggle with their mental health.
And only roughly one third of people with mental illness seek ANY form of help.
“I sure as hell didn’t like the way I felt and I didn’t care who knew it. Well, maybe I cared a little.”
“I was afraid of telling my friends that sometimes I felt like I was dying… physically, and emotionally.”
“I started going to therapy. I had good days, and bad days… and really bad days.”
Eventually, a diagnosis was reached: “Bipolar disorder. Getting a definitive diagnosis meant there had to be a cure, right?”
“…Hope. What a misleading drug in itself.”
“I tried to fixed everything externally to fix an internal problem. I switched jobs, colleges, therapists, I took more Ativan.”
“I had good days, and bad days, and less really bad days. And then life happened – smacked me in the face and right off my tracks because a guy I loved broke up with me.”
“The threat of unpredictability is the scariest part when something depressing happens to someone with depression.”