...that this blog is about to change it’s direction.
I've decided to open up more discussions about mental health and my journey with it, hoping that my experiences may in some small way be beneficial to others.
I have suffered (yes, intentional use of that word) from anxiety and depression since my mid-teens. But most people wouldn't realise it, as I do and achieve a lot in order to not feel like the most useless, waste-of-space human on the planet.
For many years I've continued on like this. Sometimes I'll do better, and feel like maybe, just maybe, I've managed to break free of my brain. And then it all comes crashing back, and each day becomes a war - is it really worth getting up to face another day of battling myself to do anything?
In November, I had a breakdown. People have asked me why, and I can't give an answer. I think I know some contributing factors: living alone, doing lots of driving (and the associated tiredness), PMS, being away from my support networks, trying to do too much (and failing to do anything 'properly')... really I just think it had been coming for a long time.
Being the stubborn person that I am, the week I had the breakdown I continued working, pushing through each day and falling apart at night. Until Friday, when I was on the phone to a colleague and burst into tears on the phone. She did for me what I couldn't - spoke to my boss and arranged for me to have a week off.
In that week I battled with myself - I'm physically fine, I should be working! I spent as much time as possible with my wonderful boyfriend, and generally picked up the pieces of myself enough to get back into life - while letting myself not do everything.
That breakdown marked a turning point for me. I learnt that I could (and should!) take time off for myself. I learnt that help comes from unexpected places. I learnt that I can talk about and act on my mental illness and not be judged. And I'm starting to learn to look after myself, to show some self-compassion and develop some self-worth - probably the most challenging thing I've ever tried to do in my life!
Before, during and after my breakdown, I've had the support of my therapist - a lovely lady I've been seeing for a few years. Even if you don't have a mental health issue per se, but are feeling a bit confused/overwhelmed by life, I would highly recommend seeing a therapist/counsellor/psychologist. Finding the right one for you can be tricky, but it's so worthwhile.
I've also done a fair amount of reading and watching videos on various topics including mental health, self-worth, feminism, therapy... the list goes on and on. And I guess I've seen a bit of a gap - some things I see or read really resonate, and I do plan on sharing some of these through this blog. But I feel there's a gap between needing a change and getting to the change - sure, some people are covering this but it doesn't quite resonate for me.
So, after a lot of self-debate, I've decided to share some of my experiences. Somewhat selfishly, I hope that my act of opening up will help me accept myself a little better. But I also hope that someone out there will find my slightly different take on matters refreshing, thought-provoking and useful.
I make no guarantees of this being a regularly updated blog. Ultimately, I'm writing this for myself, and so posts will be added as I feel like it (though if I do go on a writing rampage, I will use the queue function rather than overwhelm your home page).
To anyone who follows me for my Scouting content - there may still be some, but nowhere near as much as there has been. Who am I kidding, I never posted that regularly anyway.
So, if you're up for it, I invite you to join in on my journey. If not, I'm not offended or anything, I'll just wish you all the best for your own journeys. Good luck!
TL;DR: shifting the blog from Scouting to my experiences with mental health. If you aren't interested in that, feel free to move on, no hard feelings.