I’ve been told that I’m lucky. That it’s better that I’m so young and that I’ve been diagnosed and am getting help. In one hand, that is true, I’m sure. I haven’t had twenty or thirty years of wondering what is wrong with me…of rambling through life without having full control of myself. But in the other side of things, it still took them 10 years plus to figure out what was “wrong” with me. That is still over half my life with diagnoses that were wrong, medications that didn’t work, regimens that would fail after multiple months. It still was a nightmare of things to deal with. After all, uncertainty over one’s mental health is always painful, no matter how many years or how young the person in question was. . .
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Back in September 2013, I got to a point where I felt it was not safe for me to be home and I committed myself to the Mental Health Unit at The Ottawa Hospital.
The first three days of my stay, I was heavily sedated but by the fourth day, I was awake enough to post an update on Facebook explaining where I was and why I was there.
Later that day when my daughter came to visit, she said to me: That post on Facebook, do you know everybody can see it? Yes, I said. I put it there so everybody could see it. Just making sure you knew, she said. And then we proceeded to play Tetris Jenga. . .
The thing is, that little FB update went wildly popular with some 150 likes and more than a hundred comments from people wishing me a speedy recovery and commending me for being so brave as to publicly admit not only that I had a mental illness, but that I was hospitalized at a Mental Health Unit. . .
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My long-term readers will know the struggles I have gone through in the last few years – mild depression when I was younger, chronic low-self esteem and self-worth most of my life, feelings of inadequacy when it comes to relationships, at times body dysmorphic disorder (which I acknowledge is unusual but not unheard of for a male) and often feeling there is something unquantifiable yet critically wrong with me, how I am and how I look and generally feeling that I am not good enough. . .
My personal pledge is to carry on being open and honest about what I have been through, what I am going through and what I am doing about it. I will be frank about the good days and the bad days. I will continue to use the tried and tested self-help methods and the lessons from therapy that I have learnt.
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I pledge my commitment to the Blog for Mental Health 2014 Project. I will blog about mental health topics not only for myself, but for others. By displaying this badge, I show my pride, dedication, and acceptance for mental health. I use this to promote mental health education in the struggle to erase stigma.
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The issue here being that I had seen the inside of a few psych wards when I was young. I had seen people on heavy medications and even then I told myself that this would never be me. I think that I have willfully evaded diagnosis, elluded assistance for fear of being like my uncle. I didn’t want to end up on heavy medication in a padded room, this thought terrified me. So I have likely ignored obvious signs or willfully struggled through and done my best to maintain in the face of them. I implore anyone reading this to please not do as I had done. It isn’t wise to delay treatment, especially in this day and age. The sooner you can begin working on your treatment and recovery the sooner you can begin to feel well. It was foolish of me to think that I could bear that burden like a psychological pack mule. Like I was somehow different and I was capable of overcoming a disorder through sheer stubbornness and determination.
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