30:1

Let’s talk about mental health. Because when we don’t, I battle the demons that tell me counseling is defeat and medication is weakness.
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It’s not.
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Today, I have to call in a refill for my prescriptions; that means 30 days of dose changes under the belt.
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Over the last 30 days, I have told my husband numerous times: “I don’t think the meds are working.”
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I kept taking them anyway.
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This morning I stopped because I noticed.
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30 days ago, little hands helping me get ready would have sent my already overstimulated brain and heavily burdened thoughts down an irrational path of anger and irritability. Today they didn’t.
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30 days ago, the onset of a panic attack would have made me certain that my lungs were collapsing and my heart was exploding. Yesterday, it didn’t.
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30 days ago I didn’t feel capable. I didn’t know how; I felt beaten and bloodied.
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30 days in and quieter thoughts. A lighter chest. More patient reactions. Less overwhelmed.
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I stand against the stigma because we deserve to live in a world where asking for help is celebrated for the courage it takes- because let me tell you- it takes some courage.

And friends, you have what it takes.

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