Mental Health

My journey through mental health has been just that, a journey. I have been told that I have been dealing with some sort of mental health issue for most of my 33 years of life. One of my earliest memories was in seventh grade sitting in the counseling office at a local clinic because my mom took me there to “get help” with my worrying. However, that wasn’t as successful as it had seemed because I wouldn’t talk to this “stranger” about my issue. That all changed when I got sick and was in the hospital a “million times” due to abdominal pain and what not. Then I got a social worker, which then turned into a psychologist in the pediatric department.

That changed again when I was feeling suicidal, and I ended up in the hospital for that. After I was discharged I added a psychiatrist (who scared the living crap out of me), and a social worker. I no longer see the psychiatrist, and that social worker has since retired. I now see a psychologist and a nurse practitioner.

I am now finally working on the root issues of some of my problems, past traumas, medical issues, and just the normal everyday life stuff. This is apart of a assignment that I have where I am writing my story out to help others. This is still going to be a work in progress, so this will keep changing and growing as I am learning more about myself.

So, get your coffee, juice, milk, water, what ever you drink, and a snack. Sit back, relax, and get comfy.