Today, I want to talk about something that's still very taboo in our society. Mental health. I'm the first to admit, I will tell you to seek help all day long. But - guess who had to be pushed into taking her own advice? Yeah, that's right. Me.
I have a family history of a few disorders. I knew something was off with me. I didn't want to go in. I can handle it. I'm fine. I always have been, and I can continue to do so. That was my attitude. So when a friend and mental health advocate pushed me - I finally sought help. Today was my first appointment. I'm going to share my diagnosis, and I'll try to keep up with my progress, with everything that it entails.
It's scary. I almost canceled the appointment a few times. Especially after I found out about my current pregnancy. But wait, that's an even better reason to go. So...go I did. My diagnosis is this: mild depression and anxiety. However, I have several of the 'lower' indicators of bipolar disorder. I don't have any of the 'big' indicators though. This means I'm not bipolar, but I do have a high chance of 'becoming' bipolar.
I'm glad to know exactly what I'm working with now. Now we can treat it, and I can become a better me. I'm not sharing this for sympathy, attention, what have you. I'm sharing this, because maybe someone reading it, will hear me and seek help that they need. Don't be afraid to seek that help.
