Let’s Talk About Mental Health Awareness

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Hey everyone! Today I wanted to share something personal and something that impacts so many other people- depression. Mental health awareness is so important for the health of our society and yet it still has a strange stigma around it. I thought my own experience with this was something that I could talk about to help remove the stigma one brick at a time.

Sharing my Struggle with Depression

So one thing you have to keep in mind while you’re reading this is that I’m not writing this to receive comments affirming how “brave” I am or on the contrary, that this blog post is just looking for attention. I’m writing it because it’s healthy to talk about mental health and we simply should.

Like every teenager, I had my bouts of depression (thank you changing hormones!) However, sometimes it wasn’t just crazy teenage hormones. Often enough, it was actual, real sadness. I certainly didn’t have anything to be particularly sad about, just typical teenage girl stuff. Once I got into college, anxiety kicked in and seemed to replace the depression for a while until I graduated. Right about this time, anxiety started to feed my depression and vice versa. Anxiety and depression are very closely related and tend to fuel each other.

Once I recognized how bad I was feeling and that it was starting to impact my habits, I knew I needed someone to guide me through it. This was when I began to realize the serious stigma around mental health issues. I had seen a psychologist when I was younger who helped me work through an irrational fear of ghosts (not Scooby-Doo kind of ghosts, actual ghosts.) But now I needed someone to work through something else that haunted me- depression.

Knowing that getting professional “help” was frowned upon or met with judgement, I kept this to myself, my family, and select friends. When anxiety medication was recommended by my doctor, I kept that piece of information to just my family because medication is met with even more judgement.

Let’s Ditch the Mental Health Judgment

Throughout my experience of trying to improve my mental health and doing everything I should to feel better, people still judge. What I don’t understand is why they judge. Depression doesn’t happen because I didn’t “decide” to be happy. Depression occurs due to a chemical imbalance in my brain. It isn’t because I’m crazy or because I just chose to be this way and to suggest such a thing is absurd.

I often wonder if maybe people wouldn’t snap if we recognized the signs of poor mental health and encouraged people to seek help. Or if people who need a clean bill of both physical and mental health to do their jobs (for example pilots) were given time to routinely talk with mental health professionals instead of being let go for even suggested that they’re feeling anxiety. I’m certainly no expert in this area but removing the stigma mental health issues have attached to them would certainly improve the lives of those impacted, including myself.

Since I’d love to see mental health’s negative connotations be replaced by positive ones, I’ve decided to be completely honest about it with friends, family, coworkers, and even my boss. I keep it light hearted, explaining that “hey, everyone needs to see one because we all feel overwhelmed from time to time.” People seem to get that.

If I’m speaking with someone who think depression or anxiety is “all in your head,” I explain my own feelings of depression and it makes it hard for them to deny my feelings. It plants that small seed of doubt in their mind and opens them up to the idea that just because they haven’t experienced depression doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist.

How You Can Help

To recap, depression is real and it makes it far worse when other people judge or doubt. What you can do is encourage friends and others around you to talk with a doctor about their depression or other mental health problems. You can also be open about your own struggles. Finally, you can share this post with friends or someone you know who might be struggle with depression to let them know you understand and care. It will mean more than you know!

 

 

What Working 60 Hours a Week Does to Your Body

Hey everyone! I wanted to share a more personal post with all of you about my job, health, and just a general life update. Normally, I like to talk about happy things like I did in my previous post, but sometimes life is more serious than that. It’s a little weird being so vulnerable on the Internet with people who I don’t really know that well so stick with me here!

Exhaustion

When you begin to feel exhausted, you feel your body and your mind kind of shut down. Your body has no energy, all you want to do is sleep. Your mind has no creative thoughts either. It sucks the life out of you. Long work weeks kill your brain power and make you more susceptible to sickness. I’ve had such a difficult time writing this blog lately because all of my brain power is used up during my work day leaving nothing for when I want to blog at night.

Depression

I’m genetically prone to being depressed and I’m certainly not alone in that. Unfortunately, it’s been proven that people who work excessively are also prone to depression, so between my work load and genetics, depression is definitely real for me. Of course, there are various depths of depression. The depression I experience from time to time is closely tied to my lack of energy and sleep.

Weight Gain

Oh my goodness. I stress eat like crazy! Any chip or slice of cheese in sight is mine and there’s nothing anyone can do to keep it away from me. Food comforts me and gives me a diversion from my problems. I’ve gained quite a few pounds since starting my new job. Of course, I’m grateful for any opportunity to gain experience in my career, but at a certain point (aka when I start gaining weight) it has to stop. I’m no longer gaining anything but weight.

Irritability

Certain sudden sounds, people’s voices, traffic, a sock on the floor, anything can just set me off! David’s thudding around annoys me more than it normally does and dishes in the sink drive me crazy. When you work 60 hours a week, everything starts to upset you. I’d love to be the relaxed person I was before, but until I learn to manage my work and my life, relaxation is off the table.

Please share your experiences with me. Have you ever been exhausted from working so much?

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