Whoa. Typing that title alone, was A LOT. Over the last few years I’ve been struggling with my mental health and over the last month or so, I’ve been plummeting.
If you haven’t suffered from depression, it’s hard to explain. While going through it, it feels as though there’s no hope and there’s nothing you can or want to do. I wake up with every bone in my body physically hurting. It hurts to get out of bed. All of this because my brain is playing tricks on me.
I’ve had stories in my head that I want to write but when I open up my laptop, I just cant put the words to paper. Today I shared the following on my social media.
My closest and dearest friends know I have been struggling with my mental health as of late. I am writing this post out of frustration and anger. I am amazed at how hard it has been to get scheduled with a regular psychiatrist. I have been in contact with every office in town only to be left on hold, told they’d call me back or that their office is not accepting patients at this time. I’m one of the lucky ones. My family and friends have wrapped their arms around me to ensure I stay safe and mentally sound but not everyone has this. How does our system make it so hard for someone to get help? I called one of the doctor’s office three times and when I tried again later they let their phones off the hook for the rest of the day. SMH. If someone you know is struggling, like I am, please stay close to them. When they say they’re okay, they’re probably not. Just keep checking in until they get the help they deserve. Thankfully, I have found an office that is registering me and I’ll soon be with a regular therapist.
I am hopeful that getting professional help will help me with some of my issues and I hope that sharing my story, will encourage others to reach out to get some type of help – even if it’s hard to do so.