Wow. Some amazing and inspiring stories. Mine goes back to being age 15 when I had what I considered to be my first episode which I overcame and lived a normal happy life.
My trouble is I don't ask for help and I'm very independent so when I was 21 and my son was born I was a single mum, running the home and working 2 jobs and studying. It all took its toll,I didn't see the signs....just one day as I went to set out of the door to pick him up from nursery, I was overwhelmed with fear,couldn't step out of the house. I rang my friend who collected him and by the time she reached my house I was a complete mess. I'd had a nervous breakdown. I tried to get by over the coming weeks but I wasn't coping. It was alien to me. I always coped. I rang the hospital and my parents to come and get my son and spent the next 6 weeks in a lodge for people with a variety of different mental illnesses. I remember the staff being amazing but it was the other patients that really got me through. They where suffering in a way I could never imagine with mental illnesses that where with them for life yet they helped me.
When I got well I was stronger and better than ever but more aware of myself and how I knew I was vulnerable to these things so I became gentler with myself, asked for help more,tried not to overwhelm myself.
Over the next 14 years, I was great, positive that I would never suffer like they again. I had a few little blips but caught them in time before they became anything serious. I was proud at my ability to do this. I was more content than ever.
The last 3 years I kind of forgot and with forgetting also made me forget to watch myself so yet again, I was working 2 jobs, running the home, looking after family as well as not giving myself to overcome and heal from personal experiences . I was like a robot. In control. Strong.
Looking back over the last 6 months. All the signs where there to warn me of my latest breakdown. I was just to busy to notice and then it happened. 20 weeks ago it hit again....more frightened and out if control than I had ever felt in my life. 24 hour anxiety. Fear of everything.
Here I am now. 20 weeks on and finally seing my way out of this. I'm having moments of joy and laughter and its getting better and better each day. It's been a long,frightening road. I honestly never thought I'd get back from this one but I am. I'm doing it. I'm getting there .
I just want people to know that we all think that this wont ever go away... That we will be the one that won't recover..,,,but there is always hope.
Thankyou so much for sharing you stories. I love reading them. Please keep them coming. And for all you guys at the worst stage of this...please do t ever ever give up because recovery or changes in the wry you think can literally change from one day to the next. Tomorrow could be that day xxx