I’m a a spot right now with my mental health where I can look back and go, “girl, you weren’t just on the crazy train, you were driving it. ”
But it didn’t just occur to me one day that I needed help. There wasn’t a light switch that went off turning the old me into the me that was screaming for help.
It was a process.
It took Post Partum Depression, life events, and several turning points that pulled together and piled on top of each other changing my mental health status.
There were triggers that would set off my mental state sending me raging into mania or diving into depression, and at the time I had no idea what was happening and I couldn’t see a pattern.
I was willing to try every kind of therapy available, from counselling to psychiatry, and from cognitive therapy to animal assisted therapy.
But here I am now, three years later, looking back knowing I made it through hell.
I broke through the dark and feel like myself for the first time in what seems like forever.
Through lost friends, broken days, uncomfortable situations, triumphs, and celebrations I made it this far.
I’m feeling the good.
And right now crazy might still live here, but it’s on my terms.