My first year without the proverbial Albatross round my neck. I feel free of the past.
Sure, I still have PTSD, depression and anxiety - and they are here to stay - but after lots of support and self care I am able to manage them better.
There are a select few who have been there for me - and there will always be a special place in my heart for them. You know who you are*
This year I have slowly tried to love myself again. I have met my target weight, becoming physically active on a regular basis, and becoming less shy - I talk to anyone now - and voicing opinions on issues that I was too introverted to do before.
What I feel is the biggest surprise this year is people asking me advice on mental health issues. Lots of people. Lots and lots.
3 years ago my life was at its lowest point. It makes me teary eyed reminscing that.
I'm slowly climbing up the ladder.
But one rung at a time. I need to pace myself.
I said in a previous blog that I was "Closed until 2020 for transformation"
I'm intrigued what I will write this time next year...
People have said "make up with your family before you regret it" or similar.
My response is: I have had over 25 years of 3 major mental health problems caused by them. I can't even contemplate reconciliation until I am mentally well enough. I can't rush my recovery.
I can't forgive and forget.
Mental illness doesn't just disappear at a click of a finger.
Nope. Still there.
Conflicting Thoughts - 30 years of Depression, Anxiety and PTSD