A month or so ago I started posting some of the ways my family is affected by my mental health on my personal Facebook. Not because I wanted sympathy or attention but because I wanted do my part to raise awareness and create a feeling of solidarity. I hoped that my posts would give others courage to seek support and to stop suffering alone. But most of all I didn't want to suffer in silence anymore. Not that I am saying I don't have wonderful support. My husband is more patient and understanding than I ever could have hoped for! But the stigma attached to mental illness keeps a lot of sufferers silent. It makes people uncomfortable if you talk about being depressed. They can't or don't want to help so what are they supposed to say? We aren't visibly sick so people assume there is nothing wrong and wonder why we cancel plans at the last minute, or don't reach out or make plans at all.
This is what I posted yesterday.
This is what I posted yesterday.
When something as simple as a trip to the grocery store renders you completely useless for the rest of the day. I am tired, there is a lump in my throat, my patience is non-existent, I am barely capable of a coherent thought let alone holding a conversation with my children or answering endless questions or breaking up endless squabbles. They asked for cereal for dinner and I delivered, simply because I do not have the will to make a meal just to watch them refuse to eat it.I had planned to write this blog post yesterday but I signed in to blogger and decided to give my blog a makeover and next thing I knew it was 11.30 and I could barely see the computer screen anymore. I am so easily distracted that way. But hey my blog looks super pretty now and I figured out how to make the social media buttons actually work! Unfortunately I don't know how to add another one so that it can link to my Jamberry Facebook page but that's o.k. It can be a work in progress. This mama hasn't edited code since grade 10.
