Still a taboo in today’s society and yet so many people suffer it in silence.
I have been debating if to publish this or not for a while. It’s never easy to open up about something that most pretend doesn’t exist, even more when there is such a stigma around mental health. When I started this blog I vowed to myself that I would keep it real and therefore I share with you my story.
Ever since I gave birth to my triplets I have suffered from anxiety, sometimes it was manageable, other’s it’s worse. I’ve never taken any medication because I feel I can treat it naturally, by surrounding myself with positive & supportive people (mainly my husband, who is my pillar of strength and has the patience of a saint) also by staying healthy and active! I don’t in any way mean you shouldn’t take any medication or that you should stop yours, we are all different and deal with things differently. If I ever feel I’ve lost control I will see a professional, its what they are there for after all, it just isn’t the right path for me at least for now.
I having always been good at “dealing” with my anxiety or should I say coping. About 2 years ago though my anxiety levels spiked really badly, so much that I was not sleeping, eating badly and skipping meals which let to me becoming hypoglycemic which In turn made my anxiety worse. I have always been fairly active but since having my boys I was drained, both physically and mentally and that made me gain some weight, this was not something I was used to either since I’ve always been very slender, and It made me uncomfortable too and made the whole situation worse.
One day, while looking at photos of myself I thought I had lost myself somehow and I was no longer as happy and positive as I’ve always been. This was a turning point for me, I told myself I needed to make changes, eat healthier, cut out all or most of the refined sugars and bad fats from my diet and get myself moving again and do things I enjoyed doing. Not only for myself but for my boys!
That night I sat down and made a list of things that make me happy, and another list with goals I wanted to achieve, and aspirations I had for mine and my families future.
Before bed I ticked my first goal of the list “set alarm for 5:45am and go for one short jog, just one!” And that was the first of many goals I ticked off. I’ve still quite a few to accomplish but I will celebrate and appreciate every small achievement one by one.
Two years down the line My anxiety is almost non existent, I am full of energy, I sleep well, and most importantly I am happy!!
I know this may not work for everyone but my point is, don’t give up on yourself, do things that you enjoy, reach out to someone, go see a dr, what ever it takes to help you one day a time and remember YOU ARE NOT ALONE.