Mental Illness, Social Media, And Part Of My Story

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Mental illness, social media, and part of my story.


Lately I've seen so many posts on Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, Snapchat, GAG. You could call this a rant but really I hope it's more helpful than anything else.


I have PTSD right along with depression and anxiety. It is getting much better and I am getting through it. I've had break downs but never one as bad as the one I had a few weeks ago.


I'm married to the most amazing person I could ever ask for. I believe my major breakdown had part to do with that I finally felt safe with somebody in my life, right along with the fact that I am mentally ill and forever will be. But it doesn't have to stop you and it doesn't have to last forever you can push through it. We are thrown into hell so we can learn to appreciate everything we have to be grateful for.


About 2 months ago I wouldn't get out of bed except for work, barely talked to my husband, quit talking to my mom who I spoke with everyday, stopped hanging out with friends, ignored my puppy, and would just lay in bed and cry. I was awful to my husband, I no longer went to the gym, stopped eating, stopped cleaning, I entirely stopped everything. I didn't want to be here anymore. I just wanted my pain to stop. I never thought I could hurt so bad, I just didn't understand why this was happening to me.


It took my husband throwing his wedding band on the bed and leaving for a few hours for me to finally open up to him. That's where my journey to getting better began, starting talking to my mom again mostly about what was going on. But things were still just so hard, I felt like I was trying and trying to get back up but somebody superglued me to the floor and I couldn't get back up.


Finally I decided I would go to the doctor, I've had many, I move through them like you wouldn't believe. If they aren't a good food or listen to me I change doctors, because not every doctor is fit for every patient. Few years back I tried therapy, I went to 3 sessions. Everytime I left I was worse then when I went I would break down and cry. I had to call my mom to talk me through it so I could calm down enough to get through it. I am now trying therapy again with the help of my doctor, he said give it three sessions, if it's not a good fit then switch.


On top of therapy I decided that I would try medication, the first medication I tried was Zoloft. The first week I felt so awful, I couldn't move I felt so sick, couldn't keep food down, and wanted to stop. Finally after the first week it started to get better. It had helped my depression I could finally get out of bed and stopped crying as much. But I was still constantly throwing low blows at my husband and bashing on myself. Then to add on to it my sex drive had dropped entirely, I never had the urge and I never wanted it. Along with that my anxiety had worsened; I wasn't able to go into a grocery store by myself without a panic attack, I would end up leaving. After a month I switched medication, I am now taking Ibubropion and I feel so much better. My sex drive is back up and my anxiety has improved.


But it's not only medication, you have to push yourself everyday. On top of medicine, my husband and I have started to go back to the gym on my off days he makes me and I feel better after. I write in a journal just about everyday. I put my anger, frustration, happiness, sadness all on paper to release from my body without worry of what others might think. I have positive things on my mirror I look at everyday. I even have a set of goal I've created starting with daily goals, then weekly goals, and monthly goals. These are as basic as complimenting my husband everyday, telling him I love him everyday. Doing the dishes at least twice a week, making dinner twice a week, making and keeping plans with a friend once a month. The basic things I had lost.


I suppose the reason why all the posts I see bother me is because in the end nobody can help you but yourself. It's hard, trust me I know it is hard but in the end it will be worth it. You can just never give up. No amount of sympathy from others, kind words, doctors, or medications can help you get completely better. Those things can assist. But in the end it lies in your hands you get through it and push through.


So many things may seem cheesy to you that I do but it has helped me. I still have hard days, but I'm getting through it. No matter how big or little the situation may seem I know that you can do it. Everyday I remind myself to find the positive, there always is one. And in tough moments I always tell myself that it isn't forever, it's temporary. I'm sure people will have negative things to say about this, but I'm hoping sharing part of my story can help others.

Mental Illness, Social Media, And Part Of My Story
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