I know there are more than a few readers who follow me that are dealing with a mental illness. I felt like there was no time like now to write this post.
I need to write this post because there is a reader who follows me- dealing with a tremendous amount of issues is her life. I do know she’s suffering from a mental illness; whether she wants to admit it or not. Maybe she’s not even aware of it. I know she feels as though no one understands what’s going on with her- trust me; there are people who understand.
Six years ago, I went through a dark period of my life. This dark period was a suffocating depression and I felt like I was never going to be able to climb out of it. I was almost hospitalized for a breakdown because I couldn’t handle what was going on. My doctor felt as though I was a risk to myself. At that point, I began to seek treatment from two different therapists.
It was the best thing I could’ve done.
I had a suicide note.
I thought this was the only way out of the dark hole. I thought nobody cared. I felt alone. Sure, six years later, I’m still struggling to make sense out of that dark period. I’m doing better because I know there are people who care.
To the reader who is suffering and may be reading this:
People care. Even when you don’t believe no one understands, cares or notices there is something wrong: they know.
Reach out for help.
Living in a dark hole of a mental illness is no way to live.
Reach out before you lose the battle.
Reach out to someone… anyone.
Someone does care.