The day of radical truth-telling
I have ideas about the way I want this blog to be. About experience telling my story, but also showing how my story fits into the larger context. About systemic problems and individual solutions. About fairytales and real world heroines.
At the heart of my identity lie struggles I have kept mostly hidden in this online world. I am cutting myself off from myself.
I struggle(d) with mental illness.
Last year in June I was diagnosed with generalized anxiety disorder1. I suffered panic attacks, heightened anxiety levels, worry, sadness, stomach aches, racing pulse, insomnia, the inability to get out of bed some days and action paralysis. The symptoms started two years ago, triggered by my decision to finally finish my PhD, even though my boss did not like it. By mid-May it had gotten so bad that I considered going to my M.D. to get help. It took me a full four weeks to overcome my paralysis and call to make an appointment. It was all I did that day, but also the most important thing I did that month. My doctor put me on Serotonin Reuptake Inhibitors and five weeks of sick leave. I am forever grateful for the respite and the drugs. I have met many people that dispute the efficacy of psycho-pharmaceuticals in the treatment of mental illness, deeming them something for weak-willed people. For obvious reasons I disagree.
In September I started therapy with a young and mostly competent therapist. I also started reading Havi’s blog.
I have had a number of crises, but each one turned into a crucible in which I melted to form a new and truer Self. In each step I have stripped away unnecessary and volatile components, so that only that which is my core remains. Today I am not only closer to who I want to be, I am also closer to my values. I have an idea of who I am and where I want to go. Without my descent into mental illness I would not be in this place today.
Which is not to say that you need to get yourself a mental illness to work on your stuff and come out a better person. Having a mental illness sucks, big time. It left me powerless to do the most basic things for myself. Well-intentioned family and friends gave/give me all manner of advice about how I really just need to suck it up and do IT already. They can’t understand how difficult doing anything is if your brain is not functioning. If I tell you that something is really hard for me, trust me on it. I am not lazy, or selfish, nor am I a weak-minded fool, and I really wish that life were easier and I could fulfill your expectations.
I’m more, or less, missing two years of my life. It’s caused all manner of unpleasantness. There is, for example, my dissertation which is not finished even though I started writing it two years ago. My knowledge of what I did is fading and I am close to giving up on it. I am also unemployed with the prospect of living off of meager welfare2, or my meager savings. For a long time struggling for survival into the next week had left little energy to look for jobs much less apply, or even figure out what the hell I wanted to do in life.
BUT, and this is a big but; today I am my own rock. I have direction. I am my own miracle. I have trust in the universe that everything will work out. I have faith in myself that I will be true to myself.
Not saying all these things obscures those truths from me. I get caught up in other people’s judgements. I got caught up in protecting my secret identity and thus was never fully present, or fully committed to this blog. This can change now.3
Hi there! I would love it, if you left a comment, or said hello. What I wouldn’t love is, if you pronounced judgments on me, or told me how I should behave. Sharing your own story is very much welcomed. Hugs and sparkle points to all.
- 10% of the population suffer, though only 4% are diagnosed with it [↩]
- negative societal judgments courtesy of the house [↩]
- Of course I worry that a potential employer might read this and judge me accordingly. But to that employer I say, ” Madame, did you not read about how I found my strength, how I found my values, how I am, today, fully anchored in myself? Do you not think that a person with such strength can be an invaluable asset to your project?” [↩]