Having spent time over the last week discussing mental health in general and my own mental health in particular, and a lot more than I usually do, I’m struck by how much it impacts me in a negative way. These days I don’t think about it much, and feel I am doing great. Talking about it again brings me down, or at least I get in this weird, slightly dark mood. Once I become aware of that, if I take a couple of minutes to reflect on it I can then shift the thinking in to a more positive one. I find I want to tell myself to snap out of it, which is ironic considering I used to hate it when people said that to me before. Feeling this way makes me realise how far I’ve come, and how much better I am doing now.
Oddly I’m glad I’ve had this experience, but I cannot wait for it to go away completely. I truly believe that it will one day. I still see this as a temporary blip, although it’s been around for two and a half years now.
I am also really glad to be able to share my experiences with you, in the hope that I can offer some help or assistance for some of you. Please know that things can and will get better, you need to give it time, time to heal. In the meantime, take the help you’re given, and reach out if you feel that you need to. There is nothing to be ashamed about.
It really is ok, not to be ok.