I think it’s still sad that people can’t openly talk about mental health without getting called ‘attention seeking’ or getting laughed at.
It’s important to talk about your mental health because that’s how we can end the stigma and get people to really understand us.
I’m struggling with ptsd, depression and social anxiety and I would love to teach people how these illnesses really are.
I hate it when people see my scars and talk behind my back about them, we shouldn’t be ashamed of our scars.
They call us weird, crazy, rude or lazy.
That’s because of the stigma around mental illnesses.
So I’m asking all of you to please educate your friends and family and tell them what mental illnesses really are like.
There are a lot of good charities that explain mental illnesses. 🌿 🌿
Bit of morning motivation to all my sisters and brothers living with mental illness.
Strength comes in many forms. It’s not all about how heavy you can lift, and #strongnotskinny , with all its good intentions, is just another gimmick reinforcing the idea that self worth and validation are rooted in physicality. This is simply not true or possible for many.
This picture is so emotional for me... it perfectly illustrates what so many people live through every.damn.day.
So a little reminder:
💕opening your eyes in the morning is strength
💕getting up to brush your teeth is strength
💕spending 5 minutes doing something to cheer yourself up or self soothe is strength 💕finding beauty in your world, no matter how dark it seems, is strength
And if anyone’s feeling like they’re in this alone, YOU’RE 100% NOT - and you have at least one person out there rooting for you and sending you love 🙋🏽♀️
I saw this posted on the page of writer @mattzhaig and I'm sharing it as it illustrates the inherent difficulty in being someone open about mental health on social media and the world wide web. It seems to become the defining feature of you when you start telling your story. ANYONE can read my summerSHINES posts. Anyone, anywhere. They can follow me avidly and consume everything I put out there or they can dip in and out, but either way the overall theme I share about publicly is mental health, or rather what life is like when mental health goes wrong. I write about things in detail and repetitively in an attempt to illuminate people's understanding of all things trauma, BPD, complex PTSD, abuse and dissociation. I write about times I'm suicidal, but I hope that doesn't make me 'Mrs suicidal thought.' I write about how sometimes I've self-harmed to cope. That doesn't make me 'Mrs self-harm'. I describe the devastation of flashbacks, but I am not one giant human flashback. I'm a wife, a mum, a friend, a psychologist, an illustrator, a social media societal commentator and educator, a campaigner, a @mindcharity media volunteer. I also love fluffy things, silly things, like to laugh and play and eat jelly and icecream. There really are some twats on the internet. I'd much rather be me than an internet twat whatever the haters say. 💛😎 #summerSHINES#mentalhealthwriter#mentalhealthawareness
I’m raising money for @ocdaction. My husband Joel is running a half marathon for the cause 💪🏼 if you don’t know much about OCD head to the link in my bio and have a read - awareness is everything.
I vowed to talk about my own experience with intrusive thoughts (the obsessions part of OCD) every day until his run to drum up £££££ ...
Lo and behold I’m seeing signs of feeling triggered myself. I’m not going to stop talking about my OCD but I am going to recognise that my own recovery is the most important thing and that talking often causes a flare up of intrusive thoughts. •
I’m a work in progress and all I know right now is I feel 1000% better than I did 19 months ago, when I was terrified of being alone with my daughter and thought I needed locking up (my full story is in the just giving page in my bio too).
Your sponsorship would mean the world and would help fund a charity who are doing amazing things to raise awareness of this debilitating illness. Link in bio.
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One of the reasons I keep going every day is family; my family keep me going.
I often think to myself if i was on my own would I be this strong? If I didn’t have my kids and my parents each day to wake up to would I be as okay? The truth is I don’t really know. I just know they are why I do keep going and they are my strength and they give me a reason to get up each day and take each day on with full strength and determination.
My anxiety can make me so irritable and worried and I can be horrible to be around some days. It can be like walking on egg shells because I’ve got that wound up and anxious in my head.
I don’t mean to be this person. I know I can struggle to open up to the closest people around me as I don’t want to worry them more than I have too. And that can be just as frustrating for them as they try to understand what’s bothering me. Sometimes I just have to ride the wave.
We all go through tough times and people help us through them. Whether they are a friend, family member or colleague, there are many ways to support somebody you care about.
Even when every inch of you wants to kick off, wants to shout, wants to have your say and wants to show your fury. Kindness takes strength, but kindness leads to love and love cures all.
For those who are faced with the bitterly cold emotions thrown at them by a loved one due their #mentalhealth, respond with kindness. For those being bullied, kill them with kindness. For those battling their own demons from the cruel ways of things such as an #eatingdisorder - speak back kindly and calmly, you’ll be surprised at the way it doesn’t fight back when you learn to be kind to yourself.
ever thought of how much love hurts? well...wait till you hear my roller coaster of emotions! i suggest you to get some tissue and some popcorn :) lets start?
okay , so theres this boy , we were really close and when i say really close i mean REALLY close. everynight we would chat each other until its late , we wouldnt even care if we had classes the next day. Every morning i think of him when i wake up , every night i think of him before i sleep...we were just friends honestly. one time we decided to play truth or dare...so i asked him who he liked in our class , he admitted that he liked me and i confessed too. our conversation continued and we kept on telling each other that we liked one another...little did i know , it would end in that way.
cofused? lemme explain ; the next day he knew that i would be going somewhere else with my family that involves airplanes...so he knew that i wouldnt be that active until i get there cause i would be tired considering that our flight was at 5:00am on December 24 but we had to be at the airport at 8:00pm on December 23. when i got the chance to be online , i went on facebook and i saw him post about how beautiful his girlfriend was. i checked the comments and i was sooooo confused on what was happening...turns out he had a relationship on the 23rd of December , he knew i wouldnt be active at that day and that was the day he confirmed his relationship.
Still not hurt while reading this? well thats just the starting...imma fill you with emotions. lets continue? the day i found out , he didnt know that i actually found out so he chatted me and being innocent and stuff , me being me , i was already a sarcastic bitch so...theres no change , he started the conversation by saying "yow" or something like that , imma be honest , i was upset cause i actually believed that he wasnt a player and i was REALLY upset that he didnt tell me about his relationship. this story...doesnt stop there.
not all disabilities are visible !! millions of people are living their lives with disabilities that cannot always be seen from the outside. when i was fourteen i was diagnosed with a learning disability called dyscalculia, the mathematical equivalent to dyslexia. i struggled immensely in school and many teachers i had either didn’t believe that dyscalculia was a real thing, or they thought i dramatized my symptoms and that i wasn’t trying hard enough. it made me feel like a failure, and to this day i struggle with feeling intellectually inferior to pretty much everyone i encounter. not having people validate your issues and not being believed really made my confidence suffer. years later i found myself in a depressive episode and i had to ask for sick leave off work for my bipolar disorder, and i was met with that same disbelief. “how bad is it?” my coworker asked, “you really can’t come in this week?” “that’s too bad, you look normal, you seem fine. but okay, if you say so.” it’s exhausting feeling like you have to somehow PROVE that you have a disability just because some people are misinformed, and always associate disability with wheelchairs, crutches, service animals, hearing aids, etc. you cannot tell what someone’s health is like just by looking at them. so be open minded and stop assuming things about people you don’t know !! not all disabilities are visible. 🎗🎗🎗 •
A gentle reminder:
Whether you are in therapy or you are exploring healing and shifting on your own or in another way, *you* are in charge. The common denominator is you. You are in the driver's seat. You are the one implementing change. You are the one showing up. You are the one doing the work. Therapy is typically one hour a week -- that's one hour out of 168 hours. The rest are up to you! Give yourself a hug (it feels really good to literally hold each of your shoulders and offer this to yourself) and thank yourself for doing this brave, challenging, but ultimately life- changing work of showing up for you. There is nothing more courageous to me. Happy Tuesday, my friends. 💛
28 164616 hours ago
I didn't become a therapist because my life has been easy and I thought it was sweet to help people.
I didn't become a therapist because I think I can fix anyone.
I didn't become a therapist because I have somehow surpassed pain.
I became a therapist because of my own pain and my own stories and my own transformative experiences that happened in therapy, starting as a teen. I knew then that if I ever made it through, I wanted to support and let others know they aren't alone. I feel so distant from certain parts of my life but at the very same time, those experiences and years of my life still live within me somewhere. They are what molded me into the person I am now. The very parts of life we are told not to talk about are the parts of life that give me the gifts needed to sit with others in a genuine and authentic way. People often ask how I sit with the pain of others; the only reason I'm able to do so is because I learned how to sit with my own.
I remember talking with my therapist years ago about holding space for my clients in their own depths. She said to me, “Holding space for your own stories is what allows you to hold space for the stories of others.” As much as I want to distance myself from the pain I have felt and still feel in my life (don't we all?), it is in the holding space for it that I can use it for good. It is in the acknowledging of it that I can transform it into something more. It is in the honoring of it that I can connect to the pain of others – not in the hiding or denying of it.
We all have our own stories – our own painful experiences that either overtake us or propel us forward. Maybe even both, sometimes. When we make room for our stories to be felt and told and heard, we then create space to transform them into more – into something that might even help someone else. When we allow ourselves to rise from our history, it supports us instead of defining us. When we acknowledge our pain, it becomes a vehicle to something better. Thinking about this a lot today, and hoping your own stories can give you strength, too. Thank you for being here. 💛
70 210011 hours ago
Repeat after me, "I can't control life's challenges, but I can choose how I react to them." Remember, your response to obstacles and struggles is where your power lies. The only thing you can control is you! That's it. You are the author and editor of your life.