Friday 29 January 2016

#itaffectsme



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I wanted to tell the truth. And not the truth in a confessional, sit me in a box and say three hail Mary’s kind of way, although a Hail Mary from time to time does help I’ve found, but simply in a let’s talk about this because it’s important kind of way. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YOMWvgYlj_M


When I was nineteen I suffered from horrendous OCD, intrusive thoughts inside my head telling me that if I didn’t do or say or think certain things then those that I loved would die and that it would all be my fault. Since that first attack, I have suffered on and off from anxiety, depression, panic attacks and more OCD than you could sink a battle ship with, though I wouldn’t recommend trying unless you were wearing armbands and a helmet. 


It has affected my family, my life and my relationships. I say I “have suffered from” not as a victim but as a strong, confident young woman who never understood mental illness until she had it and suffered.

You wouldn’t know it if you met me as for those of you who do know me will know, I have an abrasively perky disposition, a positive outlook on life and a love of all things rude (noises/words/sounds).

I say “have suffered from” because it is suffering, it is crippling and it is exhausting.  I had seen it in family when I was growing up, but I never truly understood it until it felt like my own brain was attacking me.



Because that is what mental illness feels like, it feels like your brain, the thing inside of you which up until now you completely associated with your sense of identity and self, is on fire and on the attack and will not rest until you are flattened. It feels like someone has placed a blanket of lead over your head that no matter how hard you try you cannot (unlike Taylor Swift) shake it off. 



What is so hard about mental illness is that, unlike when you have broken your leg and you can clearly see all the “broken” bits, when your brain is broken it is so difficult to distinguish between what is you, your personality and what is the illness. This is one of the many reasons mental health is such a taboo subject and people feel uncomfortable talking about it because they don’t want to be thought of as crazy. What they do need to be thought of as is ill, unwell and poorly, all the same words that you would use for a cold or a gripey tummy.



When your mental health isn’t working properly or at its best, the same as if you broke your leg, it needs fixing and resetting. Many mental illnesses are caused by chemical imbalances or over-activity in the brain, others from traumatic experiences and some completely out of the blue.

The hardest thing about mental illness is pretending that you’re ok, it’s exhausting putting on a smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes when all your body and mind is screaming for you to do is lie down, cry and not get up. 

You can’t pull yourself together because at that moment in time you don’t have the strength or cognitive ability to do so. You try to be ok and to seem fine because you don’t want anyone to worry, you don’t want to be a burden to your family and friends.


The kindest thing my best friend said to me when I was ill was, “You don’t need to pretend in front of me, take it ten seconds at a time”. Because that is all you can do, get through that first ten seconds and then another and then another and cling on. Because you will get through it. It is, although it may not feel like it at the time, temporary. Like all illnesses, it will get worse, better, worse, better, worse but things will change, it will pass and you will heal with time and help. 

And the best thing you can do is to talk about it, which is why I am writing this and why I created #itaffectsme. I am asking you all to take a selfie with a post-it note on your head, that says #itaffectsme, upload it to social media, donate to Mind and then share, share, share!



#itaffectsme is simply the statement that at some point in all our lives we have seen or known mental illness in ourselves or others and have been affected or moved by it.

And the selfie is to stop people having the need to hide, or be embarrassed by it, to show a united front and to express the universality of these illnesses. Mental illness has no prejudices about who it affects, so we should have no prejudices about it.



People are scared to talk about it and we need to change that. We tiptoe around the subject because we don’t know what to say or how to react but the best thing you can do is SAY THAT, say I don’t know, be ignorant and let someone tell you how they feel instead of guessing. Say ‘how are you?’ and actually mean it.

I want our children to grow up in a world where they are unafraid to ask to speak out and ask for help, which is why I am joining the campaign and signing the petition to get mental health education taught in schools. To make education a priority and to end stigma with knowledge.


The best thing I did when I was ill was to seek help, taking active steps immediately made my brain shift from a position of destruction to one of creation. I went to my GP, I went to a counsellor and finally I received cognitive behavioural therapy, all three together combined have been a life saver. Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not completely fixed (none of us are) and I know it is something I will always battle with but when you have an army of troops on your side you can win. I’m not sure how my doctor, therapist, family and friends would feel about being called a troop but tough titty I'm afraid that’s what they are.




Mental illness is so so so so common, all of us will experience it at some point in our lives whether for ourselves or through a loved one. Ruby Wax, Stephen Fry and Emma Thompson have all suffered and spoken out about it, they are the tip of the iceberg. What we need to do is get educated and we need to talk because that is where true happiness and hope comes from: talking, communication and connection. Don’t hide and don’t let someone else hide.

Life is too short, too precious not to talk, not to tell the truth. So please, do it. #itaffectsme


3 comments:

  1. I have just been through a year of hell and none of it was my fault. I was helpless to do anything because no one would listen to me and hear the truth.
    In jan 2015 my partner committed suicide 4 days before his 38th birthday. He wasn't depressed and I'll never know the answers because we had split up in 2011 & just started talking in May 2014.
    The police came to my home and said they were looking for simon and asked me how I knew him.
    I knew then that simon would kill himself and the police found him dead at his home.
    Social workers wouldn't let me near my children but couldn't say why because of data protection and my 30 year old daughter put my 2 sons, age 7 & 12 into care because my sister sent me to hospital for a check up because I was in survival mode and suffering from acute shock reaction.
    My former GP lied in the family court that I'm psychotic which wasn't true and was never checked by the judge.
    My sister lied to social services that I was suicidal and she thought I wouldn't be able to cope as a single parent, even though Simon didn't live with us and wasn't interested in our children.
    My sister lied that I have a mystery mental illness but that would have been found in the hospital I was in for 2 weeks.
    My sister asked my former GP for anti depressants for me but she tried to use them as sleeping tablets because I didn't want to go to sleep incase I saw simon in my dreams.
    I've always seen dead people and so have all my family.
    I wasn't allowed any kind of counselling whilst I was involved in the family court and I now suffer from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder because of the emotional abuse from wigan social services and Cafcass.
    I lost my whole family overnight because someone chose to die.
    I'm 50 and peri menopausal but male drs think I'm bipolar.
    I think I'm doing really well coping with everything and being able to stay positive for the sake of my young sons.
    My 12 year old wants to know what happened after his dad died and why him and his brother can't live with me but social services won't allow me to answer his questions at contact sessions
    How cruel is that to put children into care after their dad died and not allow them to see their mum for no reason?
    I'm waiting to hear if I can start counselling and have reported wigan council for lying in court about my mental health and emotionally abusing me and my sons.
    Just imagine what social services would have done if I had have been ill after a sudden suicide, or even more of a vulnerable adult?

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    1. I'm so sorry you've been through all this. I hope the counselling comes through and am sending good thoughts x

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    2. Thank you.
      Mental health is something that should be accepted as something that can happen to anyone at anytime.
      It shouldn't be used against you, or used for someone else's advantage.
      I'm menopausal and a lot of my symptoms were confused with mental health issues but it was grief and mood swings combined with a very stressful lifestyle.
      The peace and quiet is helping me to focus on getting better and proving I'm not ill. I find some drs don't understand a lot of mental health issues us women go through.
      Being menopausal is like being a pregnant teenager.
      Any mood can happen, for no reason, at any time!
      I'll help you to get mental health issues noticed however I can help.
      Take care and stay strong.
      #itaffectsme

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