When I was first diagnosed, it was really hard on me. Mostly because no one explained what it was I was going through or what it meant. I had drugs thrown in my face (an overly strong combination I'm now told) and told to buck up. Is it any surprise that I didn't react well to "treatment."
After trying to kill myself, I ended up in a mental hospital. (For the full story on that, click here!) It was a life changing experience. Not so much for the reality check. But because of one woman.
She was there on her fourth visit in a year and a half. She was struggling with depression and mild schizophrenia. Despite her diagnosis, she was one of the nicest and warmest people there. I never saw her have an episode either.
But while I was trying to figure out what was happening to me, she had a profound affect on me. All because of three sentences. Most people wouldn't call it profound or extraordinary. But that was the power in them. Especially for my 19 year old self.
We were on the cusp of mental health becoming a talked about issue. Mental illnesses were still deemed a black mark in society. It wasn't something you told anyone or talked about in daily conversations. Which made her three sentences stand out even more.
Take a minute and ponder that though. I'm not saying everyone should take a trip to a mental hospital in any way, shape, or form. But how many people walk around this planet with mental health issues and refuse to seek help?
Too damn many.
It's those people that are crazy. Thinking they can just shove things away in their mind and never deal with them. Those people that think that if they don't talk about it, it's not really there. And that's probably the craziest thing I've ever heard.
So... again... don't wait. Don't think you are alone. Don't think you are crazy.
You're crazy if you don't ask for help. You're crazy if you just sit there hoping things will get better.
You have to take action. You have to start moving. You have to ask for help.
Only then will the crazy stop.