Happy World Mental Health Day!
I don’t know if “happy” is right, but that’s how we talk here in the blogging community; we focus on the positive. But today I want to take a minute to talk about something that’s not so happy: mental illness.
If you don’t have it, you know someone that does, even if you don’t know that you do. And if you’re a regular follower of this blog, I think you can safely say you know me.
It’s not a secret at this point that I have some physical health problems, and I’m sure that the careful readers among you have figured out that I also struggle with my mental health from time to time.
I know that the community to which I belong craves authenticity–I do too. But I’m not quite ready to share beyond the basics in this post. I decided to write it anyway, though, because the worst part about having depression–or any mental illness for that matter–is feeling alone and having no one to talk to.
So I’ll give you the tl;dr of my mental illness: I was diagnosed with depression in high school after talking to some friends and being coerced into talking to an adult about it. I’m on medication, and that helps some. I learned some ways of coping, and that helps a lot. I rarely feel the classic depression symptoms anymore, but I still sometimes have trouble focusing and I’m often mentally exhausted by the end of the day.
But I’m still here, doing this blogging thing and this college thing, all while dealing with my mental health issues. I’m not saying it gets easier, because that’s not always true. But:
1. You’re not alone, and if you really do feel uncomfortable talking to someone you know in person, my Instagram DMs are always open.
2. If it doesn’t get better, you will. It’s not easy, but you can learn to live with it. I promise.
If you made it to the end of this, thank you so much for reading. As always, drop your questions in the comments and don’t forget to follow me on Instagram @sugarandsitups for more.