This week begins National Mental Health Awareness Month, which I
think is such an important week because it’s an issue which will affect 1/4
of people; whether personally or to someone they love. It is an issue which is often
seen as a taboo. However with tv shows,
bloggers and celebrities speaking of their experiences it is starting to break
down this taboo. I was inspired to write my blog post because having read
Zoella’s piece with the Mind charity and Glamour Magazine. Firstly I don’t want
to write this to feel superior or special, because that’s not what I am aiming to
set out to do, instead I want to tell my experience. I will not start giving
top tips because I’m different to you and everyone else. So this is almost like
a diary entry, with a blogger style.
It begun in my early teens when I suffered with a bout of anxiety, which in
all honesty now I feel more comfortable with somebody bringing up because I
have matured; have accepted it as a part of my history. My early teens, were a
challenging couple of years, my parents had split up, divorcing a year later
and both parents were now embarking or attempting, ‘attempting’ being the key
word there on rebuilding their relationship statuses. Whether we accept or not
those years are like bouts of ugliness for me and maybe for you; I hated my
early teens, I didn't have the confidence which I believe that I have acquired
today. I was a mess, bullies called me Ugly
Betty frequently, which hurt, now I can look back and think yes, yes I did
look bad but you’re not Angelina Jolie or George Clooney. With my parents divorcing,
my mind without me really recognising it had become like a box, filled with
worries and fears. In my first year of Middle School, I spent the majority of
my time seeking reassurance from the schools pastoral support or teachers who
were understanding how I felt. My parents at the time, believed this was just
new schools nerves or maybe was hormones. Even today hormones are the sinners
of most things. I have to be honest, honesty being again the key word, in this
sentence, that my middle school years, were horrible and my friends would disagree,
but you were not me at those times. I would never want to re-experience middle school- in fact I preferred secondary school where the GCSE's were involved.
Year 8, final year of middle school. The year which most of
my friends now believe was the best time of their life but I believe it to be
the worst of all those middle school years. My battle with my demons if you
like, begun when I was approaching the age of 13. An age where you feel on top
of world because you have entered teenage hood, the years of mood swings and
door slamming. Where was I? Oh yes, approaching 13. My family and I had decided
that I should throw a party to celebrate my birthday, which was to be in a
night club theme; it went down a storm. My friends even to this day, say ‘do
you remember your 13th birthday party’ and yes I do, because funnily
enough it was in my house!! The weeks leading to that were peculiar, I had
begun questioning myself, because I was seeing things, I remember saying to my
mum that I thought that our landline was on fire, due to it flashing, similarly
I thought that a chicken had walked into my bedroom. This being the worst, when
I have a phobia of those little *insert rude word here*. I told my parents,
leading to my teachers finding out who said it was nerves for my party. I
believed them and continued on thinking that it was nothing, everything was
fine.
After the success of the party, things resumed to normal
service but in weeks, my strange images that I had seen, turned into what my
family recall as being ‘episodes’ where I would completely blank out. Blanking
out being just zoning out of the world, often fainting or having panic attacks
depending on the situation. When nervous it would be a faint and in fear and especially
in small spaces they would become panic attacks. My parents were worried as it was
frequent. This time of my life, I recall, being in and out of hospital being
tested for, epilepsy. However those tests were clear, and I was still fainting or
having a panic attack, sometimes twice a day; doctors were concerned. At this
point I was sat down and told that a counselling session were to be considered,
due to it not being a medical condition as such. At this point, I believe that
I had a break down having been told that I could not attend a residential camp
with the school, go on a school trip or in certain activities due to health and
safety. School advising that I took time out to get myself together, it was
over this time that I can recall breaking down, resorting to pulling parts of
my hair out, biting my hand with the nerves and anxiety. Both of which had
taken over my life, I now believe.
I refused the counselling because I, wanted to fight it, get
both parts and shake it out of my system. The panic attacks and fainting soon
left and after the 6 months, I began to get some normality back in my life. Im not going to get up and say that I am anxiety free,
because that my dear would be a lie. A big fat lie. Friends and teachers know
that I am a stress head, often anxiety being the pure source of such stresses,
at times of biggest stress were during sixth form and now at deadlines. I am an
anxious person, I do worry, worrying about things that can be small or big.
When having a big one, it usually is noticeable as I tend not to be sleeping
properly, having nightmares, being emotional or aggressive.
This blog post was not a glorified attention seeking opportunity,
because I don’t want that, if I wanted that I’d post a selfie without any
caption or content. I wanted to take time away from beauty, lifestyle, fashion
and Top Gear rumours and talk about a personal experience which unfortunately
affects 1 in 4 people. I also felt that I should speak of my experience and get
it off my chest, because for 6 years I have not spoken about it, because I was
ashamed but also because I found it embarrassing; I have now accepted those
months as a part of my life. A part that will make up my entire life, and go
together with all the chunks of my life to make me, me. Whether you found this
a long ramble or not, I hope that you may have learnt something new or just understood
a new piece of me which you may not have known. For the people who watched me
go through those months, you now got an insight into those years from my eyes
and maybe now understand the true extent to those months, that some of you
ridiculed in years to come.
Although, I didn't want to give any top tips like a life coach, I want to say this, if you feel that you are suffering with any type of mental health issue, talk. Talking helps, to any one, it will help you I promise! Before I end, I will say that this blog post was ultimately dedicated to my Mum, and my old pastoral support and my teacher at the time. You know who you are! So thank you to you ladies, because without your support, my chuffing at those times, would not have been possible. Likewise, I would have kept those anxieties inside. Similarly I would like to thank my last English teacher and my teachers of my sixth form teachers, you all know who you are, without you I don't think I would have passed my A Levels.
Thank you
Although, I didn't want to give any top tips like a life coach, I want to say this, if you feel that you are suffering with any type of mental health issue, talk. Talking helps, to any one, it will help you I promise! Before I end, I will say that this blog post was ultimately dedicated to my Mum, and my old pastoral support and my teacher at the time. You know who you are! So thank you to you ladies, because without your support, my chuffing at those times, would not have been possible. Likewise, I would have kept those anxieties inside. Similarly I would like to thank my last English teacher and my teachers of my sixth form teachers, you all know who you are, without you I don't think I would have passed my A Levels.
Thank you
xo
For more facts and figures on the scale of mental health in
the UK
CLICK HERE -> http://www.mind.org.uk/information-support/types-of-mental-health-problems/statistics-and-facts-about-mental-health/
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