I somehow used to thrive on very little sleep. When I could not sleep following childbirth I was almost too well and didn’t know there was anything wrong.
Ever since I was young, one of my ultimate dreams was to start a family. A spanner was thrown in the works upon diagnosis of my mental health problems.
Moving was difficult and committing, yet was necessary to live a better life. Still the tsunamis came, but my response could be executed more conveniently.
The positive in this case, I suppose, is that I am not going to stop telling my story. Until I see a change I am going to keep on fighting. And I will see a change.
The one thing I’ve taken from my experience so far is it’s okay to be scared and confused, to not always know your next steps (quite literally, in this case)
This knowledge has opened a part of me that I never knew existed. Can a negative event, that still causes negative beliefs, not have huge consequences on my life?