My first mental illness diagnosis was given at age 3, and while I don’t have many memories of being in therapy at that young of an age, I’ve always felt as though it defined me. When you’re told something about yourself your entire life, things from before your earliest memories, it’s sometimes difficult to reconcile it within yourself. From as young as I can recall, I’ve been told about these tragic and devastating events that I can’t remember, but I wasn’t even old enough to recognize how truly terrible the things happening to me were.
My current combination of mental disorders is PTSD, major depressive disorder, avoidant personality disorder, agoraphobia, and OCD, with a dash of bipolar disorder. The collective adds up to be more than overwhelming most days, and sometimes, it’s downright unbearable. Despite all of this, though, I do not take any medications, attend counseling, or pursue any of the conventional treatment styles. After 15 years of being in therapy, once I turned 18, I decided that I wasn’t putting myself through it anymore. I went through more therapists than some people do friends, and still couldn’t find anyone that I could actually trust and connect with.
I thought I had everything under control for a few years, using things I loved to fill the voids of emptiness within myself – mostly with music and writing. It seemed as though it was helping, focusing purely on what I love, trying desperately not to give any thought to the things in life that brought me stress or extra anxieties about the future. I got pretty decent at living in the moment, being present in the now, enjoying the life I had while I had it, and I had stopped obsessing over the future, at least somewhat temporarily.
One day, after finding out that I was unexpectedly pregnant, I found myself crumbling apart again, all the walls around me crashing down one by one, leaving me exposed, vulnerable, and completely terrified of what life would become. Would I be able to manage, mentally and physically speaking, and if so, would my genes ruin the poor kid’s life before they’ve even breathed life? I had always been plagued by mental illness, almost constantly tormented by my own thoughts for as long as I can remember now.
Knowing how much I already struggled to keep it together, I knew ahead of time that with this pregnancy and the fear, anxiety, and stress it entails, that I would most likely suffer from extreme episodes of postpartum depression. Just what I needed, something else for my negativity to harness and turn into something that consumes me so much more than it should have. I worried about the kind of mother I’d be, would I be capable of helping her through hard times when I can’t even help myself?
Despite my reservations, my fears, and my lack of self-confidence, from the moment my daughter was born, I was in love, in awe, and completely overwhelmed by feelings that I’ve never even witnessed, let alone imagined that I would ever get to experience. She’s taught me patience (as much as any mother can have with a 3.5 year old), and she’s given me motivation to learn so much more about myself, and to push myself to try and pursue new things, to seek out any small semblance of joy from any given daily task.
Many people doubted my abilities to raise her, myself included, and one of the most fulfilling things I’ve experienced in life thus far, is feeling satisfied in the fact that I love her more than I thought possible, that I would do anything for her, and that I want nothing more than to protect her from any and all pain, and be her best friend. I’ve far surpassed even my own imagination as to how this whole thing could have gone, and it’s one of only two things I’ve accomplished in my lifetime that have made me feel proud.
It’s never going to be easy, but as they say, hardly anything is ever easy if it is also worthwhile. As for being a parent and trying to learn and grow as you go, nothing in life could ever be more worthwhile. For any other parents out there struggling with mental illness, just know that you can love just as fully as anyone else, and that it doesn’t make you any less worthy of having that love returned back to you tenfold. Give yourself the benefit of the doubt every once in awhile, you might just surprise yourself – I know I did.
I share the exact sediments. I never knew I had the capability to l9ve as much as I do. I love her more than life itself and I must say that at 16 she has accomplished many amazing feats. She stands as an individual, a leader and fully self-motivated. To take credit for her accomplishments would be in vain but I know I contributed to her soul and that is all that matters to me. She is compassionate, loving and an overall outstanding little human with a mind of her own. She is aware of my struggles and has never made me feel inadequate as a mother. I am glad you are able to experience a mothers love.
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Thanks for sharing!! Not only do I suffer from time to time, but I see it happening in my 15 year old son.. Its rough
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That is one of my biggest fears in life, but hopefully our experience with it can help lessen their struggles!
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Thanks for sharing. I also suffer from PTSD and I believe that our struggles make us better people x
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I happen to agree, it makes us more empathetic to the needs of others!
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Thank you for sharing your journey. I’ve never come across someone with agoraphobia. I’m in awe. I have agoraphobia, depression and anxiety. It’s a disastrous diagnosis and I try daily to keep it from taking over my life completely. It’s a daily struggle. Children will give you that confidence and motivation you thought you didn’t have.
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Absolutely, they can light up our lives in ways we didn’t know were even possible!
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They light our lives and save us all at the same time. So happy to have known a piece of your journey!
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Thank you so much!
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Thank you for sharing a piece of your journey. Welcome to The Bipolar Writer blog family. I look forward to seeing what you bring!
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Thank you again so much for the opportunity! I think this is exactly what I needed to get on the right path back to being myself again.
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Writing has been therapeutic in my own life so I know what you mean. It is my honor to have you aboard.
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Your writing has definitely been inspirational to me for months now, so thank you also for sharing your path!
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I,too,suffer from avoidant personality disorder. Thank you for sharing your journey. I’m not a mother but I can feel your battle all too well. Keep writing and inspiring us.
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So beautiful to read alongside you, wondering if you have ever heard of Dr. Caroline Leaf? I heard her speak on the connection of mind body and spirit, how our thoughts directly influence our neurotransmitters and create good or bad pathways. I found her so fascinating and I loved her book The Perfect You. Her thoughts were so freeing. Love your heart, love your motherhood, you are doing awesome!
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I’ve never heard of her, but I will definitely check her out! Thank you for the advice!
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I’ve had many mental health diagnosis over the years at for a time and still sometimes now I call it’s “Ruth’s illness” as so many symptoms fitted so many diagnosis. I am a mum to two beautiful girls 18 and 11 and it was ducking hard but I’m still pushing through!! Good on you for voicing your fears worries and vulnerabilities! 🐘
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Thank you so much!
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