I thought I would start this thread talking about my struggles of living with mental illness. In hopes that I may help someone else. I want to start off by posting some trigger warnings, I will be talking about suicide, mental issues, death.
Hi my name is Tracy..in 2012 I had my first ever panic attack. My husband and I had just been walking back to our car after eating pizza at a local shop. I felt myself suddenly get really hot, then couldn't catch my breath, I started shaking, I told him I need to go home please take me home, I was crying by this time. We get home and are getting ready for bed and I start to panic, I don't want to sleep. I lay there in the dark clinging to my husband trying to calm myself down, I stayed up all night, the next day I begged him to stay home from work with me. He does so, after three days of this he tells me, he is taking me to a therapist, that there is something wrong. So we go see one and she diagnoses me with anxiety and depression, and suggests I seek a psychiatrist, which I do and he diagnoses at the first session with Generalized Anxiety Disorder with Panic Attacks, PTSD, OCD, after five sessions he also determines that I have mild agoraphobia along with Bipolar. I felt like I had been hit with a ton of bricks...I lost a lot of friends as I stopped going out and communicating with them, I did tell them what I was going through. During all this as well I was slowly losing my mom to dementia, which was caused by her noncancerous brain tumor that she got diagnosed with when she was 56. She hadn't lost all her memories yet and could still talk to me. I also developed so many fears, fear of the dark, fear of enclosed spaces, fear of being out in public, fear of being alone, fear of elevators, health anxiety, I am going to fast forward a bit to 2018, by this time my mom forgot who I was and was slowly losing her ability to speak, I was also battling cellulitis I got from a cat scratch, I was already a member of the board at this time. I recovered from that thankfully and decided to start working on myself and lose weight and really do the mental health work to heal childhood and adult trauma. I dropped weight and was in a good place or so it felt like I had motivation and determination. 2019 hit..we all know what happened in 2019, COVID, I became afraid to leave my home, I already had health anxiety as well...for two years my husband and I did not get it. I joined a support group called ACA, started really feeling good, working out still and working on my mental health, this was 2022, we went to an event and back to a hotel the next day I started feeling sick, I took a covid test it came up positive, I went into panic mode, thankfully it was mild, but it took something from me...it took my energy, and made my depression worse. By this time also my mom was on hospice..I recovered from covid, however my depression was bad that I attempted to take my life, thankfully I didn't succeed, I was put on bed rest. I decided to start working on gaining my mobility back and build up my energy as I now have to walk with a wheeled cart with a seat anytime I want to walk anywhere. I lost my self confidence, I lost myself, and I grew to hate myself, I used to bea able to walk three to five miles a day I could barely walk a few steps without getting tired. , I decided to get back to taking care of me, 2023 we had to move from our home of nine years due to the landlord not fixing anything, we moved to the place we are now and I became more depressed and fearful of the elevator as every week it seemed it would break down, no one got trapped inside, but in my mind I felt like it would and will be me. June of 2023 I lost a friend suddenly she passed due to an illness, two weeks later in June of 23 I got the call my mom died, she was 67, I collapsed and took to my bed due to bad depression and grief, August 23 I got notified a friend of mine took his life, I was by this time grieving three people, in Sept I had another friend die, in Nov my cat Pepe, suddenly got sick and had to be put down, the grief was building up more and more, Jan of 24 my dog had to be put down, we fought to save her when she got sick at the end of dec, Feb I had another friend die, March I had another friend die, July another friend died. I was still trying to process the deaths from last year, the grief got to much and I started isolating, I stopped taking care of myself, I ended up getting sick with whatever this is I have now, four covid tests and all negative, nine days I have been sick with a stuffed up nose, and cough, loss of smell and limited taste, telehealth tells me it's a upper resp infection..could last two to three weeks. I am beyond exhausted. I know this will pass I know that one day I will heal, I know that it will get better...I have hope. I have determination. I made myself a promise after this head sinus thing went away I was going to work out, eat healthy, work on my mental health, put in the work, get back to ACA, and sign up for a support grief group. bigredbook.jpg (ACA)