I struggle with my mental health. I have done for about 30 years, which considering I’m pushing 41 is basically my entire life. It can pretty much all be traced back to my dad dying when I was 11. Not exactly surprising, when you think about it, is it?
I was first told I had manic depression when I was in my mid-teens, but nothing was ever done about it. There was very much a sense of ‘of course you have mood swings, you’re a teenager and you’re still grieving’. By the time I was 17 or 18, depression had a full grip on me, I dropped out of college, tried to kill myself and ended up in hospital
This pattern continued for probably the best part of a decade, I was well into my late 20s/early 30s before I really understood that I needed to take anti-depressants daily, that it’s no different to a diabetic taking insulin to manage chemical levels in their body. I got into a really good routine of taking my medication, and as I stabilised, I was able to stop temp work, get a permanent full time job and even got myself a flat. I rediscovered my love of music, of sci-fi and got into a really good groove
I still had depression, I still had anxiety but they were managed really well
Then, in 2015, my worst nightmare came true and my mum died – suddenly and unexpectedly – and everything came crashing down. I had a breakdown, I lost my job, I almost lost my flat. I ended up off work for many months and it took a lot of help but I did get through it. It was, of course, nowhere near as simple or painless as this paragraph makes it sound like. But I got through it, I found my feet, I found a job, I figured out my new normal, my meds got changed and I was back to managing my mental health pretty well.
Sadly, that wasn’t the end of it. Because 2020 and COVID happened. And my anxiety has slowly trickled into agoraphobia, I struggle to leave the house by myself, I’m terrified of being around people and nothing feels safe. I’m still working from home, and life has essentially ground to a stop. I was fine at the beginning of the pandemic, when everyone was staying home etc but once the restrictions lifted, my panic got worse. At this point, panic attacks are a very regular occurrence.
I’m in therapy, and I’m going to be honest, it’s fucking hard work. But with a lot of help from my incredible girlfriend, and with the help of the mobile game Pikmin Bloom, I’m starting to leave the house again. We’re going for walks 3 or 4 times a week, early evenings when there’s not many people around. And one of the things my therapist wants me to do is to look where I’m going where I walk, to be more present in the moment
And mindfulness, gratitude and self-care have been on my mind a lot lately which brings us here. Where I start learning to be mindful, learning to be grateful, learning to prioritise self care… learning (once again) how to be my weird self