I can still remember sitting at the edge of my bed. Unable to move or even return back to what was my usual fetal position in those days. With tears streaming down my eyes, I couldn't understand the emotions or the hollowness inside my immobolized body. The emotional pain was unbearable, shredding every piece of me both inside and out.
I couldn't make sense of it and never thought I would ever feel any different. I mean, how on earth does someone get out of an inner state of torture, that they have no control over and makes them feel so much stronger than them?
I recall a prayer I would say in the mist of the darkness ( my depression.) "God I promise you, that if you help me out of this darkness, I will help those who are suffering like I am now." In the middle of my own despair, I somehow knew that no one should have to endure such pain.
Eventually, I reached out for help. First, by telling a friend, second by seeing a mental health proffesional and third, by educating myself and learning about my illness. I can not say it was or is an easy process, but it is one that I am glad I participated in and continue to do so.
This blog and some of my other social networks are some of the ways I am keeping my promise to my answered prayers. And of course, it is also helping me continue in my process of maintaing good mental health.
To learn more about mental illness and mental health resoures, please visit my resource page up above. Remember don't let anything or anyone stop you from reaching out for the help.
We are worthy and hope is alive in each and everyone of us!