After trying to fight severe anxiety problems and OCD all my life, I finally succumbed to a nervous breakdown this year and spent time in a mental hospital and was finally forced to get help. I wish I had been braver and asked for help 50 years ago instead of letting this horrible condition blight every aspect of my life.
In a strange way, this crisis has liberated me as my ‘guilty secret’ is out in the open and I feel able to ‘fess-up’ and share. Even those who know me well were shocked as I had hidden my problems so well and seem so ‘ordinary’ in every way.
I would love you to sign up to my blog and share my experiences of mental illness, (especially anxiety disorders and Pure-O), what it’s really like in a mental hospital and how I am continuing to help myself through recovery. If I can persuade just one person to ask for help before I did, it will be worth the effort but like all us anxious types I need lots of encouragement - so how about it folks!
xxxx O. N.
LAUGH…EVEN WHEN YOU’RE HAVING A NERVOUS BREAKDOWN
When I was admitted to a mental hospital this year they gave me a locker to put all my personal stuff in like phones and cigarettes. As anyone ever admitted will know this locker soon takes on mystical proportions as it is your link to the ‘normal’ world and can be accessed only on the whim of your keeper. I couldn’t help thinking that to assign locker number 13 to me - presenting with chronic anxiety and OCD - showed a special sort of insensitivity or a very black sense of humor!
Once upon a time there was a little girl who worried too much. She worried about things that might happen and things that had already happened. She worried that she had no friends, she worried that she would die one day. She worried about worrying so much.
One day she got so bad she was locked up in an evil castle and had to ask for help…