I want to talk about mental health in this blog post because I feel that sometimes Mental Health isn't taken very seriously and it's often misunderstood. By me writing this, I hope to make you more aware of it and understand that Mental Health isn't always how it seems.
Mental Health affects us in many different ways. Whether your Mental Health is a big or small problem, you should always talk about it and open up. Sometimes it's easier said than done but just remember, you're never alone. There's always help out there.
Going through my journey of life, it hasn't been a smooth ride. Now, as I'm writing this, I am not longing for sympathy, I'm sharing my story of Mental Health and my experience because it's important to embrace the struggles in our lives in order to help others overcome similar situations.
I have gone through years and years of suffering with my mental health. Before being diagnosed with autism, services and professionals were clueless as to what was going on with me. I spent time and time going under assments for different illneses such as Bi Polar disorder, sycosis. I was at my worst in around 2011 as my mental health spiralled out of control and I was continuously having meltdowns. My behaviour grew worse and worse. I was hearing voices, feeling suicidal and depressed. There wasn't much of a reason for this although my OCD affected me a lot and by this point I was getting stronger obsessions. My obbsesions would involve people who I would get too attached to and that can even be strangers who I've never met, that can triggar it.
At the time of being sectioned under the Mental Health Act in 2012 things grew worse for me and my wellbeing. I felt depressed and suicidal all because of one guy that I'd never really knew before who was strangely on my mind 24 hours a day. I'm not naming any names as that's what I'm not here to do.
Self-Harm is something I struggle with too. 5 years ago I started doing this. I don't know how it started but it became a big deal to forget. Self harming felt like a way of releasing all of the tention inside me that's built up. I take it out on myself because I'm the only person that can feel the pain by this. I am not going to lie, it did help creating wounds on myself because I was the one to blame for the mess I had been through.
Being sectioned for 4 months straight in East Sussex, The Priory was tough however it helped me so much and gave me hope that things will get better. I attended regular therapy sessions throughout my stay.
Being away from my family and my familiar enviroment was emotionally tough but I've come out of the other side feeling so much happier and knowing that there is always light at the end of the tunnel.
The experience was so worth it and it's helped me long term without going down that route again. It's given me the strength to beleive in myself. It's an experience I'll never forget!
Whatever you're going through right now, let me tell you now....There is always a way out and there's always that bright light at the end of the tunnel. Just beleive in yourself as it'll be worth it in the end.
I wanted to include this photo of myself and my mum as this was taken during my recovery in hospital when I went to London with my mum. If you're reading this mum then I just would like to say, thank you for the support you've given me throughtout the years and the courage to love life.
Thanks for reading guys, I really appreciate it.