I shared this last year on#BellLetsTalk day and I think it bears repeating.
1 in 5 Canadians will be impacted by mental health concerns.
Being a counsellor/mental health professional doesn’t somehow immunize me from mental illness.
Living with depression and anxiety is like wearing a too big sweater to bed, it tangles you up and you spend so much time wrestling with it you just can’t get comfortable. Just when you think you’ve got it sorted out, a rogue sleeve becomes entangled and you fight to get comfortable again.
There is light at the end of the tunnel.
It isn’t always easy (in fact it is really stinkin’ hard most days) but you can do this.
You are worth it.
Now, I know that my friends will forgive the many declined invitations, the lack of communication, the self-imposed isolation that came from feeling some days like it was a challenge just to take a shower, the days when putting on pants (other than pjs) was a huge victory, the days when facing other human beings was just too much to bear.
I am healthy now – my wonderful husband is one of those people who knows how to listen, support, and not pass judgement. He didn’t give me grief when I wanted to curl up in bed, binge-watch tv or declined family/friends’ invitations. He supported me. When I was ready to go back to the gym, go for a walk, eat healthy again – he supported me. I pray that everyone should have the kind of support I have had.
Talk to someone you trust.
Find a counsellor.
There is no more shame in having a mental illness than in having a broken leg or bronchitis – you have an illness, it does not define you or own you.