As the storm from the morning passes and the afternoon sun dries the air and ground, the simple things of life take place. The needed rain has washed away the depression that has tried to take hold of me. The sun now comes through my window and picks up my mood. With the pen in my hand, I am back to work. Taking a deep breathe I realize that I am alive, and it is a beautiful day.
What do you do when depression creeps out of the dark corner of your mind? Do you feel that you are at the end of your rope and that all your worries are true? Do you focus on the bad in life when there is more good than you see?
With depression, the battle is in our minds, and it is easier to look at the negative. I have been there many times in my life. The hard part is when you are in that state is to be happy. There are a lot of people who suffer from it and that the hardest thing to do is to act like nothing is wrong, something that a lot of people who suffer from it do.
Some people face the depression head on as they refuse to fall into its grip. This takes a lot of strength and in the most leads to a worse situation. Behind the smile lies the depths of depression that eats those people up inside. In the types of these battles come to be the extremes of the illness itself.
There are many types of depression, with each one of them needing the proper attention. Most people who have been diagnosed with one of the many types of it are taking some form of anti-depressants. These people are reminded every morning and night through the pill that they take. It is hard to accept that you have a mental illness, something that took me years to do.
Then on the other side of the fence are the people who say that they are just fine, and it will pass. With a smile on their face, they try to believe what they are saying. These are the ones who seem happy with their lives and situation until they end up in the hospital. In my stays in the hospital’s mental ward, I have seen these people. They do not know why they are there and most refusing the help from the medical professionals. Once they are diagnosed, sometimes they face the truth of the matter.
Over they years with my own battle with mental health issues, the hardest thing was to the acceptance. At that time after my diagnosis in 2005, I ran from dealing with the fact that I have a mental illness. It was five years of running and then it came to an end.
It was February of 2010 when I admitted myself into hospital because of suicidal thoughts which was fueled by my depression and not my schizophrenia. I arrived in the hospital and spent a month coming to terms with my mental health situation. One good thing is that I had put down the bottle which is how I was running from the it.
I stopped running and picked up the pen with the hope that my work will help those who suffer from mental health issues and to change the stigma. Yet it has been and always be a daily battle for me, I am one who knows the struggles.
For today, I woke up this morning and it is a new day.
Stay safe.
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