On the days that I even feel confident enough to leave the house, walking up to the shops feels like trekking through a jungle where everything wants to eat you. I spend hours bingeing on self-pity, thinking only of myself and how things will effect me, feeling sorry for myself. Then follow this up by feeling intense guilt and self-hate- how dare I put myself before others, I'm not worth anything, who do I think I am? Suffering from Anxiety and Depression is an exhausting spiral of self-pity and self-hatred. I know deep down that I love myself and that I am a good person but only getting a couple of glimpses of this every now and then is a tough motivater to heal. I have realised that I need to stop striving towards Happiness. Happiness with a capital H because it has become this Godly enigma that I worship and pray for. Other MH sufferers might sympathise with this need to be happy all the time, poisoning ourselves by scrolling through Instagram and Facebook looking at people who supposedly have it all. I admit I still kneel before Happiness, I wait for it to come for me hoping that I'll wake up one day and thats it - happiness, no longer an enigma but something that I've got in my hands. The truth is, yes some people live happy lives but for the rest of us losers we have to focus on the small shards of happiness that we make ourselves and live in those moments when we are at our lowest.
I have spent 5 years dwelling on the bad in my life and even though my MH is at its worst at the moment, I have finally accepted that it's okay to feel this way. It is okay to struggle and be sad. It's ok to say no to things you don't want to do. It's okay to put yourself first if doing something will make you feel worse. It's okay to give in to the physical ailments that depression brings, the fatigue and nausea. Every symptom you get is real. Wallow away, wallow until you feel comfortable enough to take a step forward and heal a tiny bit more. Wallowing is one of my favourite activities, if it's good enough for hippos am I right!?
In the words of my role model and personal hero RuPaul:
'If you can't love yourself, how the hell are you gonna love somebody else?'So on this day try and make a list of things that you like about yourself, things that you are good at, things that you love to do, however small and however silly. Here are a few of mine- I have nice hair, I am good at embroidery, writing and making dogs love me. I love reading, I love the smell of the rain after it falls on hot concrete, I love peppermint tea, trainers and making people laugh. And to those well adjusted people who don't suffer from mental health problems why don't you write a list like that but for someone who does suffer. Tell them what you love about them, what they are good at, tell them about a time when they really made you laugh, remind them that they are human because sometimes it's hard to remember.
I'd also like to make a note and say: Even if I don't know you very well, maybe we used to be friends but we aren't anymore... If you ever need anyone to talk to, I am here and truly happy to talk and spend time with you. I know from experience that sometimes we think we deserve to suffer, but you dont, you deserve wellness, happiness and equality.