Today is World Mental Health Day. I have been asked to participate in the blog party and I gladly said I would be happy to contribute.
I have been open about my struggles here. How I have good and bad days. How the shadow of depression continues to slyly stalk me from the around the corner. I turn around and it waves. It may be diminished some days but it is there as ever.
Looking me me in a grocery store or walking down the street, you would never see what is going on in my head. The internal battles that I have over how I feel about myself, worthiness, everything. How some days I do not want fight, do not want to get out bed, just want to wither away to nothing.
I look like an average American. I go to work. I come home. I feel like a cow getting on the cattle train to slaughter every day I go to work. I live for the weekend. I am close to my family and friends and just look like an average American gal.
But what is the average American?
About 1 in 17 Americans suffer from major mental illness and 1/4 of all American adults have some sort of mental illness. Staggering isn’t it?
It could be your Mother, Father, husband, wife, girlfriend, boyfriend, friend, neighbor, me, you, ANYONE. I am not ashamed to say that I am struggling. There are days I need help and support. I can not do this alone. Luckily, I have the blog and it has helped me more then I know.
Asking for help maybe a first big step but you are not alone.