Personal Stories

It Takes Courage, but You Can Do It.

02.14.17

For most of my life I have described myself as an extreme person. Not in the Bear Grylls sense of jumping out of planes and drinking weird things, but rather in the sense that I never did anything moderately. It was all or nothing.

I either slept a lot or not at all.
I was either too exhausted to move or so full of energy I would exercise for hours on end. I would either study obsessively or skip my classes for days.
I would either eat everything or nothing at all.
I was either extremely sad or the happiest person on earth.

The truth is I knew this wasn’t normal, but I felt that this was just who I was. I had been dealing with these ups and downs for as long as I could remember, as far back as when I was just five years old. But as I got older I realized I could no longer reconcile the ups and downs of my mind with the unpredictability of “the real world.” Death and illness are inevitable parts of life, but coupled with my internal struggles, these things sent me into a total tailspin.

My freshman year of college was pretty rough. I was all over the place and generally out of control. In the spring, I hit a wall. The constant back and forth was exhausting, not to mention I had also had mono for five months. I decided then that I needed to take care of myself.

The past few years since then have been a journey. I’ve started, stopped and restarted basically every form of treatment. At several points I’ve thought “Oh, I’m better now. I’ve moved on from that and I don’t need to do anything else.” But that has never turned out to be true. One of my best friends always says, “the stuff you have is the same stuff you’ll carry for life, so you might as well deal with it.” It’s taken me a while to fully embrace that. There’s really no such thing as “getting better,” but you can get better at dealing and living with mental illness. Taking care of yourself is a lifelong project.

To be honest sometimes I do wonder why I have to be like this. People always say “Oh I wouldn’t change my mental illness if I could, it’s made me who I am!” Sometimes I think that’s ridiculous, but truthfully it has made me who I am. I think that everything I’ve gone through has given me a great perspective and outlook on life. There are a lot of things I don’t worry about because I know that in the grand scheme of things they won’t matter. Instead I appreciate and embrace the little things, things that just make me smile or laugh. I still have ups and downs, but I finally have a routine of self-care and I’m in control.

My hope in writing this isn’t to get any sympathy. There’s nothing tragic or pitiful about mental illness. I’m also not trying to reveal some big secret because I’ve never really tried to hide any of this. I really just want to contribute to the dialogue surrounding mental health. It’s okay to talk about it - it’s actually great to talk about it! I’ve found that when I share my experiences with others they generally understand and can even relate. Discussing mental health reduces the stigma.

Commit to taking care of yourself. There’s nothing beautiful or romantic about mental illness. Nobody should suffer through it. Take it seriously, but at the same time laugh about it when you can.

Go to the doctor.
Go to a psychiatrist.
Go to a therapist.
Take your meds.
Work on yourself.
Forgive yourself.

There may be people who don’t understand and incorrectly judge you, but there will also be people who care for you and will be there for you. I can’t express how thankful I am for those who have been and continue to be patient with me.

Everybody deserves to be in control of themselves.
Everybody deserves to be understood.
Everybody deserves to be happy.
Everybody deserves to live their best life.

It takes some courage, but you can do it.

 


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