On Friday I asked you about what you’d like to read in this post about mental health. I got so many questions and topics, so I decided to make a series of posts about it, and today will just be a brief introduction. Please know that I am not educated in this matter, all I say is out of experience and is solely my opinion.
Today I will talk about acceptance and honesty, and how it’s connected to our mental well being. To be true to yourself is the one key to happiness. To always be honest with yourself, and accept each moment as it is – without trying to change a thing. We get sick with mental disorders when something interrupts the connection we have with ourselves, our inner child,, if you want. These kind of illnesses find their way into our bodies when we are ‘out of balance’ with ourselves, when we question our decisions and don’t have complete faith in our actions.
Homo sapiens has a number of intellectual abilities which distinguish us from all other animals. We engage in profoundly unique behaviors, such as language, art, music, religion,.. and in the past century we became extremely sophisticated in the area of technology. And of course that’s amazing, but on the other hand devastating. With this ‘new age’ knowledge and behavior we are starting to lose touch with the rest of nature. We are starting to slip off balance with ourselves.
In this era it is very important, maybe even crucial, to stay in touch with yourself. It’s too easy to get lost within all that information, norms and standards, jobs, etcetera, so we really have to try hard to not be torn apart. I started to realize that a couple of years back, and decided to do something about it. Because I was lost, I was dead. I didn’t want to live any longer, nor did I want to die. All I did was wait, floating in a shitload of nothing. But I was still in there somewhere, there still was a part of me which wanted out, I always felt that. All I had to do is last long enough in that fuckhole that the little me would grow, get stronger, and get the hell out of there. And that is how I beat depression: I NEVER QUIT FIGHTING. I never gave up, I was always stronger than my diagnosis. No matter how long I cried, how loud I screamed, how deep I cut, I never ever gave up.
That is how my journey to self love has begun. Each pill I took, each bottle I emptied, no matter how fucked up it all seemed, I was always one step closer to getting better, and I knew that. I felt I had to go through certain things to understand my illness, and now I do. I don’t regret a thing – I learned so much and seen a lot, and the scars I have are a constant reminder: I am a winner.
For me things really changed when I really accepted I had a problem. When I acknowledged I was sick and needed help. When I was finally honest with myself. That’s why I urge you to start seeking happiness within, quit being afraid of change, and build a strong relationship with your inner self. That way you will make you see your values clearly, and you will know who you are, what defines you. Because it’s you who decides what defines you, not society, not social media. In the end of the day, it’s all up to you.
In my next post I will talk about anxiety, and later on eating disorders, depression, and I will answer all your questions (if you have more please leave them in my Instagram inbox). I hope you had a lovely read and now feel motivated and good about yourself. Have a beautiful Sunday evening, talk soon!