Although this quote about is a ‘travel quote,’ I think it works so well for those of us journeying (get it?!) with mental health issues.
Over the summer, I took the tiny step to simply talk to my doctor about an anxiety clinic I had heard about from someone from my church.
And that turned into a referral to the clinic, a consultation, two months of CBT, psychiatrist check-ups, which helped give me the courage to go through with other medical tests I needed to get done.
I never thought that step would actually lead to anything. I’ve seen so many doctors, psychiatrists, psychologists, therapists, and specialists over the years. Nothing changed. But this time, it did lead to something – my own journey of a thousand miles.
Aside from my recent ranty post about Bell Let’s Talk, I haven’t blogged in almost 6 months. There are a few reasons for that, aside from writer’s block. First, I was re-evaluating what I wanted from this blog.
So, I should probably acknowledge that I haven’t blogged in months. I don’t really have any good excuses except…major writer’s block, and the fact that I’m working more hours now, and my time management skills are clearly not up to par. Anywaaaay,
“There are many ways you can show your support and help create a stigma-free Canada”
As someone who grew up with severe mental illnesses, I honestly thought I was completely alone. I thought I was the only person who experienced the world like I did. I didn’t even know what anxiety was until I was eventually diagnosed with it!
I was ashamed to talk about what was happening in my head. I constantly made excuses about why I couldn’t attend this or that because I didn’t feel comfortable admitting why I really couldn’t go to that party or why I stayed home from school for the third day in a row.
Now, I feel comfortable to be open and honest about most of my mental illnesses and what that not only looks like in my life, but how that affects those around me. 20 years ago, I didn’t even know what was wrong with me. All I knew was that something was extremely wrong.
If I was 7 years old today, I think I would have been diagnosed much earlier. I think my parents would have been better equipped to manage my illness. I think doctors wouldn’t have been so dismissive.
I’m glad we are working towards a “stigma-free Canada”
Hey everyone! I have some exciting news (well, maybe only exciting for those of you that are also dog-lovers) – but I have been working on a little side project for a few months now…and I have finally launched it!
Max & Olive is my new blog dedicated to helping other dog owners learn more about dog behaviour, training, and life with a pup. This is NOT replacing I’m Fine, Stop Asking! This is just a way I can continue writing about something I am passionate on a platform that makes a bit more sense (writing my dog-related posts on here always feels a bit off to me)
So, if you are interested in following my dog adventures, head on over to Max & Olive to see this new project! If you don’t care at all about my dogs – that’s okay, don’t worry, I won’t be offended ;)
This past week(ish) has been the week of appointments. In total, I had four. FOUR medical appointments in less than a week. I had a blood work (AH!), a (very long, very extensive) ultrasound of my entire abdomen, my first appointment at an anxiety clinic (more on that later), and a follow up with my doctor. What a week it has been. Continue reading “Blood Work and Ultrasounds and Therapy, Oh My!”→
In a recent blog post, I word vomited my way through a lot of things I have been feeling lately. One of those things was the decision to get a second dog – a German Shorthaired Pointer, the breed of dog I have wanted for the last 13 years. Yes, years. Because I spent much of my childhood and early teenage years researching dog breeds. Like a weirdo.