The year is halfway through… how in the world did we get here? Didn’t it just turn 2019? By this time, most people who made those New Year’s resolutions have given up and reverted back to their former ways. How are y’all doing with yours?
So much happened in the last six months I don’t know where to start… instead of writing a novel you guys probably don’t want to read, I’ll do a quick highlight reel and a snippet of what’s been on my mind lately.
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A little late to the party, but today is World Mental Health Day. Let’s be honest, every day is world mental health day, but for the sake of its official date, here is a personal account sharing my experiences and feelings to contribute to spreading awareness and advocacy against the negative social stigma.
Last week was the first week of October. To most people, it’s the start of Fall, the start of the countdown to Halloween, the start of the countdown to the holidays with the new year to follow. To me… it’s the mark of anniversaries and the memory of when one chapter of my life ended and a new one began.
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It’s been a week since I turned 27, and since then, I’ve thought about my life and how it’s progressed, reviewing and reliving vivid things that constantly play in my head. I’m sure we all think about our life every day, but with three years to go ‘til the big 30, it hella puts my life into perspective. My ID may indicate that I am, indeed, 27, but I mentally feel like I’m still 22 – forever 22. Why? Because at this current moment, my life is not where I thought it would be. Things I thought I’d have accomplished by now are not fulfilled, and I’m still figuring myself out, trying to find out who I am.
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A year ago I was on a trip with my best friend in Big Bear, CA, the most lovely and beautiful place ever, and I had my first panic attack. Something triggered me during dinner, and for the next hour and a half to two hours, I could not slow down my heart rate despite exercising calming techniques. In the past I would have brushed it off and refuse to see a doctor, but this was one of the few times I listened to my body telling me something. I was actually scared.
Reflecting on this past year, it has been pretty rough, especially after talking with doctors and my therapist, learning about my severe anxiety and panic disorder, and ultimately trying to learn to live with it. I was prescribed with a daily medication for the first part of this year, and it helped. However, it’s a double-edged sword for me because I’m glad that I found something that mellowed me out—and there are days where I wish I still had them—but at the same time, I don’t want to be dependent on them. This debate in my mind toward the medication flip flops daily.
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