This is what I have in my basket:
Diagnosed at 30 with mild depression after years of thinking I needed to “just snap out of it”. Yes I was told that to my face.
Still trying to resolve suspected sexual abuse by my brothers and possibly my father. Only vague memories of it. They did not physically harm me but something happened that still lingers with me.
Lingering effects of my father’s alcohol abuse when I was a child. I worked through a lot of that. But it never truly leaves you.
Diagnosed with ADD at the age of 53. Yes 53. So this is very new. After years of questioning just why in hell I couldn’t get 1 damn thing completed in my life, this diagnosis makes sense.
None of this has ever been hugely debilitating for me. I’ve never been hospitalized. I’ve had breakdowns but have managed them. I am on meds that have been very effective for me. I don’t always want to be on meds. I think of stopping sometimes. Not because I view them as any type of crutch. It is because I don’t like to put anything in my body that isn’t natural.
My heart goes out to everyone who carries a mental illness of any kind. It’s real. And it needs to be de-stigmatized.