I have no shame in admitting that I have been experiencing some mental health issues over the last year. I’ve had my fair share of big events and hard knocks throughout my life and they were triggered in quite a big way last year, resulting in quite severe depression with bouts of anxiety. I am working hard to remedy this and have been proactive in seeking help, but I have had some incredibly dark times. Luckily, I have finally been referred to the services that I need and am ‘going private’ in the meantime, to bridge the gap caused by the waiting list.
Let me say again – I am not ashamed. I wrote about it in depth on my previous blog and I may or may not do so here. Currently I am in a better place, partly due to decisions I’ve made regarding my career at the moment and partly because I’m finally accessing the help I need. I would also like to say that everybody I have come in to contact with in a professional sense has been kind, compassionate and did their best to listen, apart from one person in particular. It is in no way the fault of anyone I have spoken to that it has gone on this long, it’s purely down to the sheer number of people suffering at the moment and the fact that we live where we do. It’s a quiet place, not a destination city, and that shows in the number of specialist doctors around.
This section is designed to show any one else that might be suffering that it’s ok to talk about it, it’s ok to be ill, it’s ok to ask for help. Asking for help is not a weakness, having a mental illness is not about strength. I’ve been on a journey, I’ve plunged and tumbled my way down a dark path but now I am plodding my way back up towards the light.