I haven’t been myself for a while now. In October, I lost my beloved cat suddenly. At first I was experiencing grief, so much grief. But it turned into something more than what I could have imagined - this was more than just grieving my cat. I started on a journey of depression and anxiety. I say a journey because it feels like a journey. Some days I am okay and some days I can’t pull myself out of bed. Some days I just cry for hours. I stopped eating; I stopped sleeping; I stopped being me. I have lost 20 pounds and my hair fell out. It’s an ugly, painful, and sometimes, lonely journey.

The thing about mental illness is that you are not yourself. A good friend reminded me about that the other day when I said to her that, “I feel like the old Kathy has died and that I am trying to learn how to be the new Kathy.” But that’s the problem, isn’t it? When you are going through mental illness, it is hard to be yourself. Sometimes when I tell people that I am depressed and have anxiety, they don’t know how to answer. Sometimes they ask me how I am handling it or sometimes they tell me that I need to not stress so much. When you are depressed, you can’t stop the way you are thinking and feeling. It doesn’t go away overnight. Sometimes it can be a life long struggle. But where I was lucky is that I knew how to ask for help and I was comfortable asking for help. I have good support network, but not everyone has this.
This journey that I have been on has been life changing. It has taught me a lot about myself and about others. It has taught me that I am stronger than I thought I was. It has taught me that there are some pretty amazing people in my life that have been there for me on my dark days and witnessed a lot of ugly crying. It has taught me to be grateful for what I do have. It has taught me to appreciate my family and friends that were there for me when I couldn’t take care of myself. It has taught me to appreciate my workplace that supports mental health initiatives and my manager and coworkers that have been by my side and patient with me. It has taught me that it is okay to say that I am not okay. It has taught me to be grateful that I am still here. If it weren’t for the amazing people in my life, I could be in a much darker place than I am right now. I am still working on healing myself. Like I said, there are good days and bad days.
Anyway, this has been my story for the last year and a half (well the part that I can share in less than 1000 words). I wanted to share it because I have had so many thoughts going through my mind about what to say. This has been a very private and painful experience for me but I feel like I shouldn’t be embarrassed or ashamed to share it. More people should feel that it is okay to share that they are not okay and not feeling like themselves. I don’t have anything profound to say other than to recognize that there are people around us that need help. Sometimes they don’t know how to ask for help or don’t know they can ask for help. Reach out to that friend you haven’t spoken to in a while; volunteer your time at a place of community where someone would probably really appreciate your company and a friendly face; ask people how they are doing and really listen; be an observer and recognize when someone needs help.