Mental Health Friday #2

Mental Health Friday #2

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My story? Do you want short or long version? Oh who am I kidding, there is no short version with me. So, first of all, let me introduce myself. My name is Dawn, I come from one very small European country and I’m 24 y/o. Right now I’m sitting at home, smoking a cigarette, sipping coffee and listening to one awesome song on one hour loop. All good, all normal. I’m in my parents living room and you woudn’t find anything unusual here until your eye would catch one particular stack – stack of my pills. In the beginning, I would hide my pills far away, not that others can’t see them, but so that I can pretend they don’t exist. Let me get clear here, I’m not parading my pills infront of guest, but they became something that I have to take in specific time and it’s easier to remember to take them if you can SEE them.

My problems started around the age of 17 when I was in my first relationship. It was intense, nothing I experienced before or after. Yes, I’m married now and I love my husband, but that first love was something different- Unhealthy. He was like sugar to a diabetic, at the same time so usual, normal, sweet but also deadly. In the beginning, everything was awesome. We were spending every second together, but as time passed by, he was getting more distanced and colder. He would blow me off to go play games and that was a trigger which opened pandoras box inside of me.

I had strong, obsessive, unwanted thoughts. Voice in my head was saying, “leave him, break up with him“ and I was fighting it as much as I could. One day, I was screaming outside of a coffee place because the anxiety was so strong, I felt suffocated. I decided to take a break from him, from us, in hope that those thoughts would stop and everything would go back to normal. It didn’t. We got back together, then broke up again. Got back together, broke up. In-between those ,”together“ parts, he was cheating on me. It made me feel sick but it never crossed my mind that he is not worth it, that “we“ as a couple, were not worth it. There was nothing for us to talk about and nothing to do except have sex and talk about games. That “on and off“ period got really long, it lasted for 6 months I think, and it really killed my confidence in love, life and myself.

Anxiety was pretty hard, school bothered me more than usual and I changed overnight. From the innocent little girl, I became a booty-call for someone who doesn’t even know what loving anyone but himself means. I got so dependent, my day would consist of waiting for him to call me and crying because he didn’t. I even had some crazy ideas like “if I don’t smoke for next hour, and don’t touch my phone for a 30 minutes after that he will call“. I was a train-wreck, but since I told no one what I was doing and what I was thinking, there was no one to tell me to get some help, no one to guide me. So, I contacted “doctor google“.

The thoughts were getting pretty rough, violent. After some time, I did tell my mom what was going on, but she never took is as serious as it was and it kind of just stopped on it’s own. I don’t blame her for not reacting because she didn’t know much about anxiety or OCD so she thought that I was simply being a teen. Weird teen, but normal at the same time.

~skipping a year and a half~

I finished highschool and started university. I was in a realtionship with my future husband and stuff were kind off ok. As you may notice, things are never TOTALLY ok. First panick attack was when I was just 12. I remember it as if it was yesterday and it gives me chills. Second one was even worse. I was in a new town with no one to call, no one to help me. It did pass, as they all do, but fear of fear stayed. Soon my OCD kicked in. I started to take some routines more seriously than I should . If something was out of order, I would feel anxious and get convinced that the next day will be a bad day.

I was keeping it all to myself because I didn’t even know that it wasn’t normal. I did have my boyfriend but that was also an on and off relationship and he was first person I told what I have when I realized what it was. He was, and is supportive, from day one. Other than him, I told my parents and that was about that.

A month after I came in that new town, I had to move. Well I didn’t have to, but I wanted to. My roomate was just one more poisonous person in my life. I can remember that day literally like it was yesterday. I had some classes in the morning, then I was reading my book in front of university for almost the whole afternoon waiting for my parents to come and help me move. I was happy. As time with them was passing, I started to feel bad again. I was trying not to cry and soon they had to go home.

When I got alone in my room, the panick kicked in. I was not alone in the apartment so it did give me some comfort, but anyone who’s ever had a panick attack knows how little that is, almost none. I decided to write an email to my mom, and I sent her a text so that she would check it in the morning. She knew something was up, and she was drilling me to say it over the phone. I broke down and told her everything. I literally begged her to let me come home tomorrow. She was shocked. Supportive but, shocked. I think she never heard anyone sobbing so hard and shouting they needed help.
Day after that, I came home. And I never went back there.

If you would find out more about me, how things ended up and how I’m doing now go check my blog. Also, if you have any comments or messages for me, feel free to write whatever you like.

Submitted by Dawn from Diary of a crazy diamond.com

Image Credit: mission68.org If you would like to share your story for next week’s Mental health Friday, you can contact me at my email: mykahani@yahoo.com Let’s join and blur out the stigma associated with Mental illness. Till next week 🙂

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11 thoughts on “Mental Health Friday #2

  1. To quote Pink Floyd – “Shine on you crazy diamond!”

    I hope that both you and Trae (ref the other Post) are able to increase the public awareness of mental health issues and to destroy the apparent belief that mental illness somehow makes you less of a person.

    Great job of going public with your story …………. shine on!

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    1. To be honest with you, only way I help in raising awareness is online. Behind my screen and anonymus. I’m a coward that lives in small town and was raised to never stand out. My parents always said it was ok to be different, but they did not act on that. I mean, I could be who I wanted, and in the same time they would trash talk someone else for their choises… So, yeah… Thats that.
      But thank you for reading 🙂

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      1. My pleasure Dawn. My sincere hope is that one day, you will feel comfortable enough to step outside your “comfort zone” and shout out to the world “Hey ………… I am here!” That is going to take some time and the first step is to share yourself with the world. If blogging allows that to happen, then keep blogging. Keep telling your story and one day? Who knows! Keep smiling ……… and let the world guess why! 🙂

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  2. You are stronger than everything bad that has ever happened or might ever happen. Your life is one of a kind, it has a treasure of experiences that you’ll pass on to your kids. Everything ugly is still beautiful, my friend 🙂

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  3. Thank you for sharing. I identify with a lot of your words. Please don’t ever think you are a coward as you said in your comment. Protecting yourself until you are ready, that does not make you a coward. Sharing at all takes courage. Trae.

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  4. I can feel your inner strength in your story! You were so brave to admit to your Mom that you needed help. And brave to share your story, sharing on a blog takes courage to,just like on the street. Keep sharing, you never know who you may be helping to be brave and get help by hearing your story. And who you may inspire to feel encouraged about who they are. Blessings to you!

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  5. Good for you for telling your story. There are many of us that can relate to this. It is not easy to tell our stories, but once we do, there is no stopping us and we help bring awareness to mental illness and mental health. Stay strong because it gets better!

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