Though I’ve experienced symptoms of anxiety & bouts of clinical depression throughout my life, I didn’t know that I had either until 2016. I was so accustomed to it that I didn’t know it hurt. I didn’t know relief was possible.
Though I had PostPartum depression/anxiety starting in May 2014, I didn’t know that’s what it was until 2016. I was used to powering through and a pro at the positive spin. And frankly, my inner circle was simply not equipped on the matter. So their “help” was either pointless or painful.
So what changed in 2016? Welp, rock bottom came, and with it — GOOD HELP. A trained counselor and trusted family physician became my guides. They educated & equipped me on how to heal. Through medication and therapy (the power duo) they helped turn my crippled into a crawl, my crawl into a stumble, and my stumble into a stride.
Now the bar for my mental health is set much higher. I seek the resources I need to thrive. I know to ask for help. I am so grateful for my helpers & healers. They knew change was possible, and now I do, too.