I know “crazy” isn’t the politically correct way to describe mental illness but crazy is as crazy does and I’ve been more or less insane for around a decade now. I battle anxiety and depression. My husband copes with ADD. My 7 year old daughter is fighting her way to the top with ADHD. The 3 year old? Maybe she got off lucky, but time will tell.
I’m aware of the stigma associated with mental illness. I’m also aware of how flat out ignorant it is that is should be that way. I take medicine for my blood pressure every day. I take medicine for my hiatal hernia every day. Fact is, I take a buttload of meds to even get close to what most people consider “normal”. The only ones that are ever in question, though, are the medications that help treat my anxiety and depression. The ones that keep me from crying in the corner like a lunatic or having a panic attack on the road and having to pull over and wait (literally, only capable of sitting in the car and waiting) for some hero to come rescue me. These are parts of my life that suck and I’m pretty stoked that after YEARS of trying different meds, different doses, different combinations, different therapy treatments, different breathing techniques, etc., I have finally found what appears to be working for me. For now, anyway.
One of my goals in life is to normalize mental disorders. Not celebrate them; they’re all a pain in the ass to deal with. It would be nice though to be able to tell someone that you have issues without it being this big thing. That your brain is just different, similar to a diabetic person acknowledging that their pancreas maybe needs to step up the insulin game. So fair warning, I’m going to talk about this. A lot. It’s been a big part of my life for a very long time and it’s likely something I’ll have until I die. Might as well make peace.
If you or someone you know is having suicidal thoughts, please call or text for help. There is a huge amount of strength in admitting you need help. Tomorrow always has a chance to be a better day!