I Own My Mental Wellness

I was catching up with my blog reading and I ran across a post at A Journey.  It was about owning our wellness and creating a state of mind of  wellness rather than one of illness.  At the end of the post, the author asks:

How have you learned to OWN your own wellness and create that mind-shift from “illness” to one of living in “wellness”?

I like this question.  I like the line of thinking it represents.  I like how it implies that we can take a proactive role in our wellness.

I have learned to own my mental wellness.  I have learned to make that mind-shift from “illness” to one of living in “wellness”.  It has been a long and difficult process and there are some days when I am not as successful with this state of mind as I would like to be, but that is okay.  At least I am trying.

How did I accomplish this?  The answer will sound easy.  I simply replaced my negative illness thinking and actions with positive wellness thinking and actions.

My core being was one of negativity and illness. Everything I looked at, experienced, thought about, and even talked about came from that place that was negative and ill.  Everything in my life was tainted by this illness to some extent.  Eventually, when that illness consumed my entire being I shut down and no longer wanted to live.  Even after I tried to make myself die, I wanted no part of being well.  For me to get to a point of being able to want to take any part in being well required medication, a psychiatric hospitalization, and months of counseling.

At some point in all this treatment for my illness, I began to see the world and myself differently.  I began replacing my negative thoughts and reactions with more positive ones.  It was a slow process for sure.  On some days, replacing those thoughts and reactions was simply impossible.  I had been thinking this way for most of my life, there was no way I was going to instantly be able to change it. However, the more I attempted it, the easier it became.

I also had to learn to be proactive in my actions towards being well.  For me, that means taking my medications, seeing my counselor and psychiatrist, and sticking to my treatment plan.

I own my mental wellness.  I do what I can to take care of myself.  I understand that some days will be better wellness days than others.  As long as I am doing the best that I can to own my own mental wellness, then I am doing a wonderful job.

How have you learned to OWN your own wellness and create that mind-shift from “illness” to one of living in “wellness”

Letting Go

What does letting go really mean? Is it just releasing a material thing you are holding onto? Or is it putting aside an old habit? Can letting go be the release of emotions such as hate, resentment and fear? How about sharing our worries, concerns, and fears with someone, is that letting go?  The answer is Yes.   Letting go can mean all of those things and more.

I believe holding onto something, (a material thing, negative emotion, worry, and etc.) too tightly allows it to become a stumbling block.  Using material things as an example, what would happen if we held onto everything that came into our house? Our house would get  junked up and more than likely we would have real objects that we would be tripping over, or running into. In other words stumbling blocks. However, if we were to carefully go through that same house, letting go of items that we did not need or did not provide us with healthy pleasure, we would be able to remove a great deal of our tangible stumbling blocks. At the end of this process we will have created a lot of extra room in our home, making it possible to reorganize the items that are left, and possibly making room for newer and better stuff.

Holding on to emotions like anger, resentment, hate, worry, fear and shame is very much like holding onto all those material possessions.  They become stumbling blocks, only instead of actually tripping over them, they get in the way of our personal growth.  Over time, the more of those emotions we hold onto, the more they pile up and the more difficult the clean up process (letting go) becomes.

There was a time when I let those emotions pile up in me.  After a while, it was if my resentment, anger, fear, worry, and shame became a wall of clutter that blocked my ability to grow and change.  I became stuck in my emotional junk.  To get unstuck, I had to summon up what little courage I had and share my feelings.  The best way for me to let go, was to share the truth about why I was so angry, worried, afraid, and ashamed.  I shared things on my blog, with my counselor, with my psychiatrist and as I became more emotionally healthy I began to share things with my family. The more I repeat this process of letting go, the smaller those piles of emotional clutter become.

In my opinion letting go of emotional stumbling blocks is a process that would benefit almost everyone.  I also believe sharing that emotional clutter with others is an important part of that letting go process.  You do not have to let go of your emotional junk in a public fashion like I do, choosing a trusted friend and/or family to share your stumbling blocks with is just as effective.  Even choosing several people to share with works well.

No matter how you do it, just let go.  Let it all go.

Beautiful Blogger

Did I ever tell you how much I love getting Blogging Awards? Well I do! It is so nice when a fellow blogger appreciates me and my blog. I received this Beautiful Blogger Award from Susie Kline of Motherhoot.  Susie is a super sweet lady, with a great blog.  I hope that you all take the time to visit her.

There are two rules that come with this award.  1. Pass it on to seven other Beautiful Bloggers and 2. tell seven things about me.

1. Diana Lee of Somebody Heal Me I really like Diana.  I met her on twitter and have found that I have so much in common with her.  She is a very supportive internet friend.  I enjoy reading her blog and also her tweets.

2. BPD in OKC I do not think this young lady knows how valuable her blog is to me and to others.  The rawness and honesty she displays in her blog is refreshing, painful, and enlightening all at the same time.

3. Voice in Recovery I really admire this blogger.  She is working so hard to bring awareness to the Mental Health Community.  She uses her VOICE daily to bring positive messages to people.  I love how encouraging she is.

4. Wounded Genius This is a great blogger, with an unusual way of blogging.  Go take a look at her blog, you will enjoy it.

5. Lauren Hale of My Postpartum Voice I really like the resource Lauren is providing for women who have either had or are going through Postpartum Depression.  Not to mention she has turned out to be a valuable part of my internet support system.

6. Gayle of Monkey With Glasses has a very thought provoking blog. I enjoy reading what she has written and on more than one occasion she has inspired me to write a post.

7. Chato B Stewart of Mental Health Humor writes one of my favorite blogs.  Mr. Stewart is a very sweet guy who draws his own cartoons about the humor we can find in our Mental Health issues.  Not only does his blog contain great cartoons, he also posts good information and shares some of his story with his readers.  Although I do not think he can post the award on his site, nor follow the rules set out in it, I still wanted to recognize him as a Beautiful Blogger.

Seven Things About Myself

  1. My first grandchild is due to be born in February.  My son and daughter-in-law are expecting their first child and I am going to be a grandmother.
  2. I love fish.  Not just to eat, but I also enjoy watching them in my aquarium.  They are very relaxing and fun to watch in their little community.
  3. When I was growing up I learned how to scuba dive.  I got to go diving in the Cayman Islands, where I was able to go to a depth of a little over 100 feet.
  4. I used to get lost a lot when I was a kid.  I even got lost in Amsterdam.
  5. I dislike feet.  For some reason I find feet and the thought of feet very gross.  I am always afraid that I will catch some flesh eating germ from someone’s feet.
  6. If I could live anywhere in the world, I would love to live in the middle of several acres in Alaska.  I am a hermit at heart and I would enjoy just being able to live that way.
  7. The first thing I found attractive about my husband was his butt.  For some reason, I have always thought he had a sexy butt.

Thankful Five

I love being able to be thankful for the little things in life, and doing this post every week is a wonderful reminder of that. Since I have been doing Thankful Five, I am finding more things to be thankful for.  With finding so much everyday to be thankful for, I find that my days are more pleasant.

  1. I am thankful I decided to go to the Emergency Room and have my infection checked out.
  2. I am thankful that my husband is very good with tools and building things, he was able to help my parents with their fence.
  3. I am thankful for antibiotics that can be used when you really need them.
  4. I am thankful for pain medicine that can be used when you really need it.
  5. I am thankful for the opportunity to meet people from around the world.

What are you thankful for this week?

Freaky Friday

Please be aware this post contains some pictures that some readers may find disturbing, or just down right gross.

I had to go to the emergency room yesterday.  Nothing major or life threatening, just something that really needed a doctor to take a look at it.  I had this very large bump, about three inches in diameter.  It was extremely painful and was looking worse and worse as time went on.  I figured it was a skin staph infection, the kind that are fairly easy to treat.  I did know that it would have to be drained and that would involve a scalpel. Draining it also would relieve the pain I was experiencing.

This is what it looked like before I went to the emergency room.  It is not the best picture I ever took, but it will give you an idea about how it looked.

Unfortunately, when the doctor sliced it open to allow it to drain, barely anything came out. She said that meant that the infection was still hard, I believe she called it a core, or a pus core. Since it could not be drained, it meant no relief from the pain. The doctor decided to give me an antibiotic to clear it up, and also some pain medication. I was also told that, even though the cultures had not come back yet, it appears to be MRSA. If the cultures say something different when they come back, then I was told the hospital would call me and let me know if I needed a different type of antibiotic.

In the 24 hours since the attempt at draining and the beginning of the course of antibiotics, I think it is starting to look better. The swelling has gone down some, and it is draining a little bit. Draining is good, it means the infection is getting out. However, it is still incredibly painful. Here is what it is looking like now. Again the picture is not that great, but it sort of gives you an idea.

I scared the emergency room people. When I got there my blood pressure was 175/125. I am sure it was because of the pain and the fact that I was freaking out a bit about the procedure I knew was going to happen. The Doctor insisted I take something for my my blood pressure. About thirty minutes after I took it, my blood pressure came down to acceptable ranges.

Fortunately, the doctor knew without me saying anything, that I was in a great deal of pain. Before I left, she had the nurse give me something for pain.

After I left the Emergency Room, and got my prescriptions filled, we headed down to Augusta to visit my parents. Farrol is helping dad complete a wooden fence so it is easier to keep up with my parent’s dogs.

I am hoping that by tomorrow, the infection looks even better than it does today and the pain is greatly reduced. I have pain medicine but it makes me very sleepy. I do not know how it is for anyone, things like pain medication that make me so sleepy, affect my mood as well. It sort of makes me feel down in the dumps or close to it. Does anyone else experience that with pain medication?

I Hate Restless Leg Syndrome

Restless leg syndrome (RLS) is a neurological condition that causes someone to have an irresistible urge to move their legs (In some cases their arms as well).  Despite the fact that some people, including doctors, do not acknowledge it as a real condition, it is.

In my family we have what is called Primary RLS.  Basically that means the people in my family have RLS that is not caused by an injury or a medication.  The people in my family that we know for sure have it or had it are my great-grandmother, my grandfather, my mother, my brother, possibly my son, myself, and my daughter has started exhibiting some symptoms.

Some symptoms of RLS are:

  • A strong urge (for me it is a horrible and irresistible urge) to move your legs (for some people it can include their arms).  The need to move your legs is often accompanied by extremely uncomfortable sensations, like feeling as if there are bugs crawling around in your legs, feeling as if you are being stuck with pins and needles (much different than having your foot fall asleep feeling),  pulling, tugging or and/or gnawing.
  • The symptoms are usually worse at night or when you are resting.  Some people find that they have symptoms when they are required to sit for long periods, like in a car. Symptoms are usually worse the more sleepy you are.
  • Your RLS symptoms get better with movement.  Either they go away for a short period of time or they are reduced. The relief usually begins shortly after your legs (or arms) become active, and will usually last the duration of the activity.

RLS can make it so you have an extremely difficult time falling asleep and/or staying asleep.  Lack of sleep is one of the chief complaints by people with this disorder. The lack of sleep caused by this disorder can have a huge negative impact on your physical and mental health.

When my RLS symptoms are out of control, it really affects my mental health, as well as my sleep and how I feel physically.  Just the symptoms alone are enough to affect my mental health because they feel so bad.  In fact, the final thing that pushed me into the act of suicide was the thought that since my husband and I had lost our health insurance I would not be able to obtain the medication I need to keep my symptoms controlled.

To me, the misunderstanding about how badly RLS can affect someone can be equated to the misunderstanding about people with mental health issues.  It is a horrible disorder than eats away at your life.  For me and my family, it is nothing like it is portrayed in the TV commercials where it is only slightly annoying.  My mother has probably not had a good night’s sleep in years because her symptoms are so bad. Her medications for it do not alleviate all of her symptoms.  I am caught in a catch 22 type of situation.  The medications I need to treat my depression make the symptoms worse, which means I have had to increase my dose of RLS medication twice in the last year.  My brother sometimes gets symptoms in his arms as well as his usual ones in his legs.

People who have Primary RLS cannot look forward to a time when their symptoms might go away, like people whose RLS is solely caused by a medication or injury can.  Instead, our symptoms almost always get worse as we get older.  Because so few doctors really understand how insidious this illness can be, they are often at a loss on how to treat us.  Often for us to get any relief from our symptoms, we have to take a higher dose of the RLS medications than is normally given out, and this tends to make most doctors a little wary about prescribing those higher doses.

I hate RLS with a passion.  I hate how it makes my arms and legs feel.  I hate how it takes away my sleep.  I hate how I see it affecting my mother.  I hate the fact that my children most likely have it.  I hate how it turns the simple act of taking a nap into a huge deal.  I hate that it often keeps me and my husband from sleeping in the same bed.

Absent This Week

I  just wanted to let everyone know that the reason I have been absent this week is that I have not been feeling very well.  For most of the week I have not slept well, and last night not at all.  Anyone who has a sleep disorder can understand how so much lack of sleep can make you feel very rotten.  Obviously, today was the worst.  I am hoping to get back on top of things in a day or two.

Thankful Five

Now is the time when I share with you a few of the things I am thankful for.  I hope you are also taking the time, to think about what you are thankful for.  I have found this a wonderful way to keep myself grounded and also to keep my mind focused on the positive.  Many thanks to Chere Michelle for inspiring me to do this.

  1. I am thankful for the air conditioning that is keeping me cool during this extremely hot summer.
  2. I am thankful for the idea to make gazpacho over the weekend.  It was so good.
  3. I am thankful for new internet friends.
  4. I am so thankful for the good sleep I got last night.  First time in weeks my legs have not bothered me.
  5. I am thankful for my local Walgreens, they figured out how to knock $150 off of the price of my leg medication.

What are you thankful for this week?

No Longer Old Before My Time

My fortieth birthday, way back in February, passed uneventfully.  I was in the hospital for an asthma attack at the time.  There was a quiet celebration, my mother brought some things to decorate my room, and the hospital kitchen made me a special little cake.  All and all, I thought it was nice, even with being in the hospital.

I did not feel any older, unlike past birthdays.  I was thankful for making it to forty.  That time last year, I had been planning my suicide and had not anticipated even being alive by the time I was forty.  This was probably the first birthday that passed where I did not think about how old I was.

Since I am not focusing so much on my age anymore, I really seem to notice it when someone my age talks/posts about how old they are, or how old they feel.  I started thinking about how many of us make little jokes, that have some truth thrown in, about our age.  That is when something became apparent to me.  At the ripe old age of forty, I feel younger than I did at twenty-five.

How is this possible?  I believe I know the answer. Living most of my life filled with constant anxiety and worry, always expecting the worst to happen wore me out, all the way down to my soul. It made me feel much older than I really was. As each depressive episode came, the feeling that I was incredibly old grew.  The last depressive episode, the one that lasted the longest and almost cost me my life was the worst.  I was an old person trapped in a young person’s body. My body began to rapidly catch up with the old person living inside of me.

As my anxiety, worry and depression have begun to dissipate, I have felt less burdened, less worn out, and not nearly as old as I once did.  My soul is no longer weary.

Life with a mental illness can hard, tiring and cruel.  It makes me wonder how many people with a mental health issue have felt or feel like I used to.  Old before their time.

How Well Do You Accept Criticism?

I was reading a blog post  by William Cody Bateman, titled How To Take Criticism.  I really like what he had to say in his post and it inspired me to do a little thinking about criticism and our reactions to it.

Back in the dark days, when my internal dialogue was filled with nothing nice about myself, when someone approached me with constructive criticism, I did not react well.  What I usually did was take what was said out of concern, and warp it in such a way that it turned out to be very negative.  I would add it to my internal dialogue as another way to torture myself. I would also become very resentful of the person who had said anything to me.

One thing I have learned in the last fourteen months, is that for me, depression recovery is full of constructive criticism.  From my counselor, my husband, my mother, and so on.  When they take the time to share constructive criticism with me, it is done out of concern for me, knowing that I want to be as healthy as possible.

Now that my mind set is a more positive one, I find that I can handle that type of criticism much better than before.  I can usually take what has been shared with me, think about it, and decide if it is something I believe would be helpful to change about myself.  Most of the time, I can do all of that without using the criticism to beat myself up.  There are times though, maybe when I am hormonal, or having a not great mental health day that such constructive criticism hits me like a slap in the face.  When that happens I fall back into the old pattern of behavior and end up feeling very upset and angry.

Because of the occasional back slide into old behaviors, I believe that I still have a great deal of work to do on how I accept constructive criticism.  I need to remember that when my counselor or a loved one approaches me with a desire to help me, they are doing it out of concern for my well being.  They are not doing it to give me something to beat myself up about.

How well do you accept constructive criticism?  Do you use it as a tool to help yourself grow in a positive direction?  Do you use it as a tool to beat yourself up with?