Dear readers, A moment ago I finally realized why I have the urgent and important need to write a lot. Especially about mental health, my personal experiences and all the knowledge and wisdom that I have gathered during these years. I want to raise awareness, I want to help remove the stigma, I want to tell my story. In August 2027 my mental health journey started 30 years ago, when I was 17 years old. It is a kind of celebration for me. How far I have made it, how strong and resilient I have become. It has taught me so much. At times I know more than the doctors and nurses. I am a pro. I have learned everything about the medicines that I have been given. A few days ago it hit me, I am not a loser and I have not lost this fight with my mental heath problems. I have conquered the problems, it has not overcome my mind or soul. Anyway, the way it all started was that I was bullied in school for 10 years. Other places I spent time in were not completely safe either. When I was 17 year...
HI! Rants are over. You do you, sis bro and everyone. I have had mental health problems since I was 17. My first diagnoses were psychosis and my development in my teenage years were locked and eventually very delayed. Even I can see how I were a lot younger in my head, and have been a little delayed in all my emotional, mental and I didn't grow up until fairly recently. The reason? Trauma. I was bullied in school for 10 years, on my mini mission in Jyväskylä my first psychosis started. Medication has been keeping me going for these 28 years since... It also made me feel a deep gratitude for all the missionaries, who supported me so much during my time in the hospital (8 months in total), and ever since. Except a few months last year when we had a "little disagreement". I sobbed for months. I have been trying to put it all behind me. The thing is, in fact, that people should not throw stones, unless they are perfect. Don't get me started! :D Haha! Here are some ways...