The first step, for me, for dealing with my anxiety and depression was accepting that I have it. I had to accept that I am not crazy, imagining, over thinking or seeking attention.
At first it was difficult, I felt as if having a mental illness was something I should be ashamed off. I was being told I would feel better if I just stopped thinking. Sound familiar? I convinced myself it would pass, it didn’t it only got worse my anxiety felt like a ticking time bomb but I didn’t know how much time I had left before it would erupt. I tried keeping all of this inside, to myself. Drink an antidepressant so it kills the anxiety and just keep living as if nothing was ever wrong.
It worked for a while and then I realized, I need to accept that I do have anxiety and depression and I need to deal with it. I needed to accept that it is not my fault that I have these mental illnesses and it is nothing to be ashamed of. We are all different, some more fragile and some were just too strong for too long.
People insult and joke about things they don’t understand and a lot of them who don’t suffer from a mental illness will never understand it but, it doesn’t mean you are not allowed to deal with it. I am still busy with therapy and trying to understand my anxiety and depression and I hope I can help others open up and deal with theirs by sharing my own vulnerable, deep and difficult journey.
Originally published at notokayisalsookay.wordpress.com