I’ve taken the pills that masked the symptoms of a problem that needed more to heal. I needed awakening, self realization, the awareness that my mental decline was from trauma. I wasn’t defective or broken. Instead I had been neglected and harmed. Mostly by the hands of others, after that by my own. Toxic thoughts added into the mix created what they like to define as mental illness.
So I also saw my psychiatrist today! #nostigma. I wish more people would. He’s amazing. He actually talks to me, instead of writing a bunch of unnecessary mind altering prescriptions. He respects my choices to antidepress naturally and my efforts to stabilize my own mood. While I was explaining to him how my faith keeps me grounded, going, fighting to live and heal. He almost broke down and cried. I could tell he was holding back tears. He said he listens to me, in hopes God will speak to him, what I need to hear. It’s so important to have a doctor who cares and will listen. Especially for those like me who have encountered very few who will.
I had been in search of a good therapist with no luck. God blessed me to find the combo psychiatrist that dose both jobs. There’s no shame in getting help, the shame is to suffer in silence, to die internally or physically from emotional and mental pain. Today was a good day, after watching a person literally talk to an invisible person, using two different voices. (Schizophrenic) I realized I’m better off than I thought. I’m in recovery! A remission. Healing from the Trauma, beginning to feel and live again. Trauma and mental health is something serious. In extreme cases pills are needed to manage the illness and protect one from harming themselves or someone else. Be informed and choose what’s best for you or your loved one.
Author Christy Angelette 