Mental illness and being a mom.

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I am a mom.
I am mentally ill.

Very recently, an old friend of mine who has a baby 15 days younger than mine publicly stated “I am an addict. I am an alcoholic. I am going to receive treatment. This is the first day of the rest of my life.” It was incredible and inspiring to see such brutal honesty, to see her put so much of her ugliness out there for the world to see. Of course, there was an immediate outpouring of well deserved (and needed) support. She will get through this because she has so much support and so much to live for.

So after an “IncIdent” I sat on that and let it run through my head for a few days, I was pulled to this post more and more. To put myself out there and make myself publicly accountable.

I am mentally ill. I have bipolar disorder. I will receive treatment. This is the first day of the rest of my life.

I have lived with this for all of the life I can remember. When I was younger, I was just told that I was “anxious” and that I would likely “grow out of it” during puberty. That has not been my experience.

I continue to have “fits” to this day. I was terrified that I would suffer post partum depression after Logan’s birth and was so thankful when I had not. I hoped maybe pregnancy had pushed my hormones in line and maybe the worst would be behind me. That seemed to be the case until last week. Last week, before even ten AM, shit just hit the fan. I had planned to describe the ugliness in full detail, but that’s a little too much exposure for me. Just know that it was hideous, but luckily my amazing husband was home and we all came through to the other side. Also know that my son was in no danger. It did make me more aware of myself, and this problem, and that it’s not going to “go away”. That it is more likely to get worse now that it had reared its head once more, and that if it were to get worse, nobody’s safety would be guaranteed.

Today is the first day of the rest of my life. We’re going to start off treating things without pharmaceuticals, but I need to start opening myself up to that possibility if necessary. This is step one. This is admitting that I have a problem.

PS: It’s Mental Health Awareness Week.  Seriously.

PPS: I’m working on another custom mobile. I can’t even express how exciting it is to have someone actually buy shit I want to make.

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3 thoughts on “Mental illness and being a mom.

  1. I can relate to this a lot. After I had Elijah I was diagnosed with ptsd. I’ve been trying to handle it without medication and so far it hasn’t been that bad. Some days are better than others but that’s expected. Sending lots of love your way. Just know that everything will be alright. ♡

  2. I love you. You’re smart and you’re strong – and we both know that’s not always enough, certainly not every day. But I have learned VERY RECENTLY that sometimes when the most awful thing happens, the best thing happens. And that best thing is….you have to look at yourself in the mirror. And then the only way out of that corner is to be honest, humble, accepting and forgiving. Being good to yourself today means not being hard on who you were yesterday. I’m not quoting somebody, I just decided like 3 days ago to start believing this. And I felt such peace, with a lot less noise, anger and sadness. Never apologize more than once- just forgive yourself, and make a better choice next time. Is this helpful? And you can/should reach out to other people, because people want to help and it makes them feel good about themselves, so never think of yourself as a burden. Because you’re fucking awesome.

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