Had a panic attack the other morning that woke me up out of my sleep. I had to go back and remember how to handle it so it wouldn’t become extreme. It only lasted 15 minutes, probably one of the shortest panic attacks I’ve ever had. Maybe my body was testing me to see how strong I still was? But whatever happened, I didn’t give up hope. Sometimes you just have to laugh at yourself and say, “Ha, really? I’m not worried about anything- I’d just like to go back to bed, thank you very much.”
Stay strong and hold onto hope. (=
Love Yourself <3
I love me-
When I was struggling with my mental illness, I felt like there was a part of me that was missing. And I thought that emptiness needed to be filled by someone. Love perhaps? Someone to make me feel like I was whole again. But what I realized was- that wasn’t the case at all. I don’t need to be loved, but I want to be loved. That hole doesn’t need to be filled by anyone other than myself.
You need to be able to come to terms with yourself. I know I want to fully accept that this is who I am- I have a mental illness and that is a big part of me. Yes, I feel empty inside, like my heart is slowly fading away because of the loss around me and within me, but I need to realize that the fact that I put a smile on my face each and every day shows that I’m always fighting and that I’m never going to give into any pain that may try to fight me.
I want you to think about who you are as a person and what you want- and do it.
Me? I want to learn to love myself, and I want to stop over analyzing everything and just accept the things that happen. I want to live my life each day- each second- and make it count. No more lingering. No more questioning. If it isn’t right, I won’t do it. If I don’t trust it, I won’t believe it.
-Accept and Love Yourself. =)
During mental health awareness week, I chalked around my university. The last picture has a few people who walked by and asked if they could help. =)
Never judge a book by its cover, because the truth is imaginary. The world is beautiful.
Make a Change
Where do mental health myths come from?
-Ignorance.
-Fear.
-Media portrayals.
-Lack of contact with people that you know have a mental illness.
What are some steps to commit to change?
-Stop labeling. Watch what you say. Don’t throw phrases around such as: I’m gonna kill myself…That’s so gay…Just snap out of it.
-Try to influence people in your life to do the same.
-Accept that mental illness is a real illness.
-Stop blaming others or yourself. Learn to accept.
-Become educated.
-Talk about it.
I couldn’t function. Couldn’t concentrate. Couldn’t sleep. My heart felt like it was sinking through my imagination. It’s been a year since I’ve been diagnosed with Panic Disorder and Clinical Depression. I feel stronger than I ever have before.
Nothing is hopeless; we must hope for everything.
Reblog: Mental Illness Myths & Facts
I am overwhelmed with how many of you have been on my page and opened up. Someone said “Mental illness is such a taboo thing.” - which is unfortunately true. I had no idea what it was until I was diagnosed with Panic Disorder and Depression. But the best medication is to talk about it, like a couple of you have said. I used to be extremely embarrassed to talk about it, but it’s not something to be ashamed of. I’m not saying we should go around parading that we are sick, but talking to someone who has experienced/ is experiencing it is more than helpful. I feel so lucky to have met the people I have met and shared my story with because I’ve learned so much and I get to share back what I’ve learned. You are all such strong and beautiful people =)
Depersonalization
Depersonalization disorder is often a symptom that comes with anxiety, panic disorders, clinical depression, and bipolar disorder. You feel you are going through life but not experiencing it, an ‘out of body’ experience like you’re in a movie, or like dreaming but you know you’re awake. I think that was probably one of the scariest symptoms of panic disorder- sitting down and feeling like I was going to fall through the floor. That I wasn’t even in my own body, just dreaming.
I didn’t know what this was until I started learning more about mental health, and I actually just learned what this was— another reason why I wish to spread as much awareness as possible, because even living with panic disorder, I still don’t know everything.
