One should not be felt ashamed of once mental health problem.Anxiety and Depression, what do they mean to you? There is a lot of coverage on these topics at the moment and in my opinion, rightly so. Mental health is something that has been affecting so many people, for such a long time, and only now does it feel acceptable to talk about and open each other’s eyes to the struggles people face daily.
One who have suffered with anxiety for many years, have also probably suffered with depression, although have never been formally diagnosed, they may be always struggled to open up and tell anyone. Why? Why should you be ashamed of the thoughts and feelings going through in your head? Well that’s just the thing; those thoughts and feelings are relative to what you are facing and how you manage to deal with those issues.
Yet that doesn’t stop people with the questions; “Why does it bother you? Why can’t you chill out? Why can’t you relax?!” Well, maybe if someone had any answers to those questions and wouldn’t feel the way you do.Already felt silly and questioned the emotions on a daily basis, so do think if you need anyone else questioning that? That is why people are finally speaking out and addressing the questions and the negative opinions surrounding the matters.
What do depression and anxiety mean to me? It means struggling to get out of bed in the morning. It means fighting back the tears while sitting at desk and putting on a brave face while inside I feel like everything is being screwed up and I can’t breathe. It means trying to concentrate while inside my head I have constant battles and arguments. It means getting angry and pushing away the ones I love the most because I’m adamant they’ll hurt me if I don’t push them away first. It means wanting to sit in a room on my own and not interact with the world but missing everyone and everything at the same time.
I fake my way through most days and some days that gets exhausting to the point where I can no longer put on that brave face. But what I will say is, anxiety doesn’t make me who I am. Sometimes my brain likes to think it does. Some days I feel like I’m not a person, just a shell, but for the most part I will fight. I will fight to be the person I once was. I will fight to be the happiest I have ever been. I will fight to let people in and not shut that door.
I am still me; I’m just a little fragile some days and I just need someone to stop, think and ask, are you ok? And to tell me they’re there. I don’t need advice, I don’t need people telling me I’m “being stupid.” And I most certainly don’t expect anyone to understand. But by being there, and taking a moment to think, you could save someone’s life. You could be the reason they’ve got a smile on their face. You can make a difference.
It may surprise you how much you have in common. No one should be alone in this world.>