I was recently asked to guest-blog for Black Box Warnings. It is an inspiring blog with an eclectic group of writers. All people who have faced some form of challenge with AD(H)D, mood disorders, medications or other life-altering experiences with mental health. These people are my heroes: They are brave, courageous and fearlessly sharing with others what few of us can.
Now I am one of them? Here comes the anxiety…
A few of you know about my struggle with depression after I had my baby. However, few know about my life-long struggles with depression. In fact, until just two or three years ago I was sort of unaware of it myself. As I learned about the stigmas of mental health in my second year of college, the red flags started to go off. When my depression hit in the middle of that first semester, it was time to get help.
Tomorrow morning my guest blog will be posted. As I wrote it, it went through many drafts. There was a lot I removed for fear of being offensive, misleading, or hurtful. That is not the intent of the post. The blog is about my journey through life, from childhood to now, and I decided to finally share my story in hopes that others can find their peace as I have found mine, even in the chaos. I owe my well-being to yoga, and if it can help others, I do not want to hide these experiences because of my own fears and stigmas of mental health.
Everyone has a story. There is no such thing as normal, and no such thing as a perfect family. Why as a society do we try and argue otherwise? We are not alone; and remember there is beauty and strength in imperfection. We are each unique, yet on some level very much the same. Embrace it and live your truth.