Mental Health.

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Mental Health.

I feel like this post is way overdue.

Mainly because I know everyone at some point has struggled with a mental health problem in their lives. With the passing of Robin Williams two years ago, there has been more public acknowledgement of mental health issues. Why am I addressing this in a post?


There is a reader who follows me and I follow them… who is struggling with a mental health issue. I’m not sure if they are aware if they have a mental health issue. What I do know is that they feel alone and they feel trapped in their head. I know they feel their blog is their escape from their mental illness and reality. They feel not a single person in their life understands.

I want this person who may be reading this post to see this and know:

I understand.

You are NOT alone.

Six years ago, I was right where you are, right now.

I felt like no one understood. I felt like I was alone. I was drowning in everything. I was on the verge of leaving everything behind.

I had a note.

I was a risk to myself.

For all I know, I was a risk to others.

But I knew I had to ask for help. That I was aware of.

I was at rock bottom.

I asked for help because I didn’t know what else to do.


I still have my struggles, but I am back to where depression does not have a hold on me. I am whole again.

Ask for help.

Talk to someone.

You are not alone.

Mental Health

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.

I 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.

Believe me.

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.