Did you know that 1 in 4 adults and youth suffer from some form of mental health issues? I didn't.
I have suffered with depression and anxiety for most of the last 19 years. For reasons known only to myself I chose to not take medication and attended lots of self help groups with much success. Or so I thought. Recently my anxiety levels skyrocketed and I was finding it hard to leave my house, and getting through a day at work was becoming increasingly hard. I took myself off to the doctors and after testing, was diagnosed with depression, anxiety, iron related anemia and perimenopause. I decided I needed help, so I am on medication and also visit a psychologist. Things started feeling better.
And then my 18 year old daughter was also diagnosed with depression and anxiety. I sat in the surgery and cried. The doctor was lovely and explained the statistics and told me that it wasn't my fault, that the stress of HSC had brought Megan's condition on. The decision was made that Megan would not be put on medication but would visit a psychologist. We eventually found the right person for Megan and they are working on getting Megan back to her happy place.
Its hard on the whole family living with us. There are days where Megan is just unable to cope with everything and has huge meltdowns and I am her comfort. Which means I can get upteen phone calls in a day. There have been days where I am not in a good head space and I have to be short with her and ask Len to step up and help her. The mama guilt quickly sets in, but I know that I have done the best thing for both of us. I cant help her if I am feeling down.
My girl is a beautiful blue eyed blond, tall, nice figure and a beautiful heart, but she sees herself as plain and fat. It breaks my heart. I want to tell her to snap out of it, of course she is beautiful. But I can't.
I feel helpless at times, but I feel that by getting help myself I am helping her.
Life isn't always happy in our house, but its getting there.
Bye for now,