Thankful Thursday: Mental Health Help

You know what I’m really thankful for, lately? All of the mental health assistance I’ve received over the last month and a half. The last six weeks (and the last two weeks in particular) have honestly been kind of life-changing for me.

It started with my math teacher reaching out. She noticed I hadn’t been in class and was struggling with some things. She asked me what was going on, if I needed any kind of accommodation (like with group work, because she knows I have social anxiety). When I told her I was just stressed and having anxiety, she asked if I was seeing anyone. I mentioned trying to get in to see one of the school therapists last semester, but they were so understaffed.

She sent a referral to the health services office, saying she thought I would benefit from mental health services. That allowed me to finally get an appointment to see someone.

The social worker I was able to get in to see, Linda, has been amazing. When I was in high school, I saw a therapist who was by far the best I’d ever been to. Linda is on par with her, definitely. She’s one of the best and most understanding mental health professionals I’ve ever been lucky enough to speak with. I’m disappointed I can’t see her long-term, because she’s amazing.

She’s helped me navigate getting my DSPS (disabled student services) information straightened out. She’s the one who diagnosed my PTSD and agoraphobia–the first time a therapist has ever looked to diagnoses beyond depression and anxiety.

Thanks to her, I have more information about what’s happening in my head than I ever have. I have more treatment options which might be more effective than what I’d been trying for the depression and anxiety alone. The diagnosis was jarring, of course, but it’s also amazing to finally know.

My DSPS counselor, Dawn, is also incredible. She worked with me to figure out what accommodations I need for class and to make sure I get them. Without her assistance, I may very well have dropped out this semester because I’m just not in a headspace to work with other people, right now–sometimes I’m not even in a headspace to make it to class at all.

And, of course, all of you wonderful people who have been so supportive of me during this time. The outpouring of love I received after mentioning my diagnosis was overwhelming. I cannot thank all of you enough for how kind and loving you’ve been to me. You all mean the world to me. Please know that you really do help.

I love you all.


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6 Comments on “Thankful Thursday: Mental Health Help

  1. There’s a certain sense of — thank God I finally know what this is! — when you get a diagnosis that finally makes sense. Some people don’t like labels, but a diagnosis is just a bunch of symptoms that you’re experiencing. It’s good to know that you’re not the only one and it’s good to know that there have been enough people diagnosed that they know what this is and how to effectively work with you. With that piece of the puzzle worked out, y’all can come up with a treatment plan that works for you! I’m so glad you were able to get the support you’ve needed, Adie! Good for you! PTSD sucks, but there are a lot of treatments and options available for those suffering with it! That is, indeed, something to be thankful about!
    Mona

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    • There really is. Like, having PTSD sucks, but finally having a name I can put to what I’m going through is such a relief! Trying to treat just the depression and anxiety never quite worked–there is a lot more beyond that that comes with PTSD that depression/anxiety techniques just don’t help with. I am always going to be so grateful for the people who reached out to me and finally took me seriously over the last couple months. If they haven’t, I wonder if I ever would have gotten a proper diagnosis.

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  2. There’s something really amazing about someone who knows a thing or two reaching out and just believing that a person has a real problem. Being diagnosed with anything mental health related sucks…but just having someone give a name to a problem is kind of a relief in a way. It makes a person feel less “crazy”. It says “Okay, see, I wasn’t just making shit up.” If I hadn’t had some amazing counselors that advocated for me in the past, I wouldn’t be here today. I’m sure of that. So, I’m incredibly glad that your math teacher and your counselor are taking you seriously and helping you as best that they can.

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    • YES! I can’t tell you how often over the years I’ve wondered if I was just making something out of nothing, because I get so irrationally angry and so fearful of people in a way that always seemed to go beyond the symptoms associated with social anxiety. And it would be like, “I know there’s no real reason to be angry or afraid, so why am I? I’m just overreacting. But I can’t stop.” And I just tried to “get over it” you know? But, obviously that doesn’t really work. Now if I’m experiencing something I can be like, “Oh, that’s probably because of this thing” and I can look up actually helpful techniques to deal with it instead of just trying to stop.

      I mean, I’d be lying if I said there wasn’t still a part of me who still feels like maybe I’m just making it all up and it wasn’t as bad as I thought. I don’t know if you’d call it imposter syndrome or what, but it’s like, there are so many people who deal with serious problems and are my issues really that bad? Because I’m pretty high-functioning, and I seem to have blocked so many of the events out that I can’t really remember the details–I know abuse happened, but I can’t specify what anymore. Which makes me wonder if it even really happened at all, ya know?

      I don’t know. I’m just glad that I have an actual professional person who knows what she’s talking about to help me navigate it.

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      • I think it’s kind of healthy when someone with mental health issues thinks it might all be in their head. One, it is. It’s in your brain, after all. And two, it means you’re functioning enough to understand how mental illness is viewed. Three, you’re open to ideas—so you’ll be more receptive to therapy from a competent counselor. Also, a good counselor/mental health professional will know that highly functioning doesn’t denote severity of a disorder. Highly functioning means a person is coping and performing at a level that keeps their life from being severely impacted by their MH issue. That’s all. When I was in my early 20’s, I went to work drunk every day for a year and drank throughout the day because I was thinking of suicide all day long. My bills were paid, I ran errands, I cooked dinner, I was never late to work, I had friendships…and I *really* wanted to die. But I was highly functioning. Know what I mean?

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        • Totally get it. I know objectively that high-functioning does not mean mild illness. But, I’m also my worst critic and never do trust myself. There’s always someone else who has it worse and I know that doesn’t diminish anyone else’s pain or problems, but it always makes me wonder what the hell *I’M* so upset over.

          I should probably bring this up in therapy, now that I think about it.

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