But Help Is Available – Mental Disorders

Stigma Because attached to mental illness, it’s often hard for thosestrugglingand their families and friends to talk about what they’re going through.

Help is available, and it works. Sharing your storyabout your personal experience with mental health challenges is a great way to encourage others to talk about what they’re experiencing. Struggle or hope, it lets all of us know that we’re not alone, when more people share stories of recovery.

MDD in 2012 after losing my job due to a chronic illness and PTSD in 2014 after the death/suicide of my darling wife.

She was my greatest love. This was such an unexpected tragedy and none of us saw it coming. That’s interesting right? Being left a disabled, unemployed and now widowed father to six of the world’s greatest children, I reached my breaking point. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest and the arteries in my neck pulsating harder and harder, as I type these words. Something in me snapped and I have never been the same since, right after discovering her body.

a number of all they brought with them hope, they brought information, they brought love.

It’s about reaching out to others even though my issues still confront me each morning and haunt me each night. I would have hugged them both because in this life, it’s not just about me, if I could have.

Well I ‘re reflected’ on my past at trying to accomplish this alone and decided, yeah, it’s time to get some help.

Sometimes when our minds are so dead set on being closed to specific things, we place blinders on our minds eye and may miss the very things we need to turn our lives in a new, positive direction. All of which I have grown to love and don’t think I can make it without. Trust me, it works. Has any doubts about therapy and or mental drugs, believe me when I say there was no greater skeptic than I and noone more ‘unat’ ease about it whole idea than I was, if anyone on this site has those fears.

We truly are not alone.

Let us all work gether to help each other and not be ashamed of our diagnoses because in doing so, we further empower those who place a negative stigmatization on those of us with this illness. God bless you all and may he lead you to your recovery and new hope for life and the future. It opened my eyes to the fact that there are way more people with diagnose and more common undiagnosed, mental illness than I ever imagined. Most important, do whatever is necessary to get better, fight for your ability to manage your mental health, remember the effects it can have on those close to you. At times we feel isolated but that’s group beauty therapy, or at least it was for me. Furthermore, one that none of us chose and one that those without it, are just a perfect storm away from acquiring.

Add your voice by sharing creative content such as stories, messages,poetry, inspirational quotes, photos, videos andsong lyrics in a safe, moderated space. What am I going to say? Just going thought to see people about my brain and its weaknesses was sheer terror! Turning to my faith, Christianity, I called upon God to lead me in the right direction for help with these life altering issues/circumstances and God led me to his Word and to a lot of the greatest mental health providers I could ever ask for. That said, you can even upload your photo in You Are Not Alone. They are going to think of me as weak or just plain nuts! This is the case. OK2Talk is geared ward teens and younger adults and is a great way to share your feelings.

I began to notice major changes in how I reacted to things and how my thought process rapidly declined, as time began to pass after my love died. Being ‘mis diagnosed’ with ALS, this sent her over the p with worry and stress and uncontrollable fear. She became so stressed out over the years as she watched my health deteriorate, and often stated that she would want to die if something happened to me. I had nobody to really share my stresses and worries with and slowly became confined to the house and to my bed and now a wheelchair. This is where the MDD hit its peak I believe. On p of this, she worried constantly about me as I began to have fainting episodes and seizures. Much so that I began having dreams of me hanging myself in my wife’s closet.