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Looking back, I think one of the hardest parts for me in all of this was losing one of my best friends. He was someone I admired, and someone I looked up to, but I was so stubborn and so afraid of what he might think of me, I ended up pushing him right out of my life. To this day, I still miss him, but I will be forever grateful for the two years of friendship that we had. Forever grateful for all the things he taught me in life. He was such an inspiration, and despite everything going on in his life, he always made time for me.
One lesson I’ve learned through all of this: people come and go, and that’s okay. At first I was angry, but then I realized maybe they were only meant to be in my life for a short time. Maybe they were meant to be there long enough, to let me know it was all going to be okay. And those that were meant to be in my life, stayed. Yes, there are some who cross our paths who hurt us and make us feel as though we are not enough. They are the ones who remind us life is full of surprises. Regardless of how many friendships or relationships we had, we have, or might have along the way, all we can do is dust ourselves off and learn from our mistakes.
As I sit here and reflect on everything that has happened in my life, I know everything is going to be okay! I know that regardless of how many episodes or triggers I may have along the way, I can get through it. Yes, it going to be tough and there are going to be roadblocks along the way, but I know having PTSD does not define me, it is merely a piece of my story. I’ve accepted the fact that I have a mental illness and I own it; I am proud of the woman I’m becoming. Sure, there are days when I just want to stay in bed all day and cry. Where I want to sit there and feel sorry for myself and do nothing. Where I want to forget that I have a 20-page paper due for class. But I know deep down in my heart, I cannot allow my PTSD to consume me. What do I do?
It’s been one year since I was diagnosed with post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD). Every day, I wake up and I’m so thankful for my family and friends who have stuck by me. They are all superheroes, in my eyes! And to everyone who struggles with PTSD, know that you are not alone. There are so many people out there, ready and wanting to help; myself is included in that list. Together, we can rise against the stigmas and the stereotypes that surround mental health.
If you or a loved one are struggling with a mental illness and need support, please call the NAMI (National Alliance on Mental Health) helpline, 800-950-6264. Or, in a crisis? Text NAMI TO 741741.
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