Friday, May 2, 2014

No More Apologies


Yes. This post comes to you at 1 a.m., but I couldn't wait until morning. I had to write it right now as I am coming to several conclusions on my own. I have several important things to say and I WILL SAY THEM.

Dealing with depression, PTSD, as well as anxiety can be (and is) overwhelming. It has damaged my emotional, mental, physical, and at times my spiritual health. I not only have to deal with the way it makes me feel, I am constantly aware of how it affects those around me.

And I don't have to apologize to anyone ever again about it.

I do not need to apologize to anyone for my recovery rate.

I do not need to feel pressure to keep up appearances when I am having a bad day. It is ok to acknowledge I might be having a really sucky day.

I can and have the right to remove myself from a setting or situation that triggers me.

I do not need to feel bad for taking care of myself.

I do not need to feel guilt that I want to take some time and focus on myself.

This is not something I am making up to get attention. This is not a 'fun', 'easy' or 'romantic' disease that adds a cute quirk to my personality. While the symptoms are (literally) in my head they affect me physically as well. A small sampling of an anxiety attack can include:

A feeling of impending doom, that something horrible is about to happen and that I am in very real danger
A strong sense of fear
The feeling that I am not getting enough oxygen (which brings on even more panic)
Confusion and Depersonalization (Feeling detached from reality)
Dizziness (Lightheadedness, unsteady on my feet)
A fear that I am going crazy
Numbness and tingling in my arms and face (stroke symptoms to my panicking brain)
Chest pain (Again with deathly symptoms like a heart attack)
An urge to hide (usually in a closet or under a desk)

Don't even get me started on PTSD flashbacks or depression. I don't like dwelling on these issues, but I have slowly learned to acknowledge they did happen to me and whether I like it or not, they are a part of my life. These illnesses are my reality, as much as I hate them and I know (at least I do today for now) that I can be stronger than they.

Sitting down and writing this gives me a feeling of empowerment, and a reassurance that living my life is possible. I do not need to bow down to this trial and let it walk all over me. I am more than my trials.

It does get better. I can get better. I will recover.







2 comments:

  1. Yes, you can and yes, you will. You are magnificent and I love you! Thanks for being my friend and for sharing this wonderful insight. hugs~

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  2. I had no idea you were going through this, Emily. I think it's awesome that you are sharing your thoughts and feelings about this very real issue of mental health - and it's a plus that they are so well written. I sincerely hope things improve for you and I know that by sharing so publicly your personal trials you are helping others.

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