I’ve been a lot of places. Physically, emotionally, but most of all, mentally.
The places I’ve been mentally, make me physically sick. From migraines, laying in bed all day, sleeping constantly, insomnia, not being able to speak, being sick to my stomach, to throwing up. You name it. I’ve been there. Maybe you have too. Maybe not.
If you got out of bed today, I am proud of you. I know how difficult that can be…especially when you’re dealing with major depression. I’ve been there.
If you ate something today, I am proud of you…especially when you haven’t eaten in a couple days. I’ve been there.
If you spoke at all today and even if you had a conversation with someone today, I am proud of you…especially when you feel so shut down & defeated that you can’t even think of a single word. I’ve been there.
Just keep going. Sometimes, that is all you can do. You’ve got to keep fighting this fight. Sometimes, the hardest step, is taking a step.
We just need to remember to take care of ourselves, especially when it is so hard to do so.
Self care is not just bubble baths, glasses of wine while watching Netflix, it’s not just buying a new summer dress, getting your nails done, it’s not. Self care is waking up & getting out of bed. It’s going to work & making it to your lunch break. Self care is whatever makes you feel even just a little accomplished. Self care is so imperative, friends.
Depression is hard. Anxiety is hard. Most people blame those dealing with it and say that if someone needed help, they should reach out. Maybe that would work for you, but not most of us fighting these demons. You can agree with me or disagree with me, either way this is my blog.
There are days where I cannot get out of bed, days I go without eating, days I shut my loved ones out, days I miss family get togethers & days I just don’t care. Sometimes people check in with me and sometimes they don’t. But, I can’t always depend on others to make sure I am doing okay, I need to look after myself as well.
My best friend continually tells me to call her when I start to go into a downward spiral…but most of the time, I just can’t. Some days, I feel okay letting a friend know how I am feeling and that I need their support. Some days, that just isn’t something that would happen. It’s either something that I don’t think about or something I don’t want to burden others with. I’m sure some of you can relate. *If they love you, you are NOT a burden.*
So here it is. Stop telling people they have to reach out. Stop saying that if they would have just reached out to you, you would have been there for them. Be there for them anyway. Check on your friends. Check on your loved ones. Be real. Be honest. Be open.
It’s okay to share what you’re going through with your close loved ones, if you feel comfortable doing so. You are not alone. So many people are going through a similar struggle. While yes, there is a mental illness stigma that has plagued our society, there is also support.
I’ve been there. On both sides of that deep canyon and at the bottom of it. I understand.
Depression, Anxiety, Suicide, etc…they are not simple. There is not a quick fix for them. They cannot be broken down by a Facebook post with the suicide hotline number, a night out with friends who make you laugh until you cry, a lunch date with your grade school best friend…
Just be a friend & be a good one.