The following is a short piece that caught my eye at Nick Bowditch’s Facebook page earlier today. A surprising number of us have been in the same place as Nick so he has kindly allowed me to share his thoughts. You can see more of Nick’s thoughts at his website.
See these two little things? Every day I swallow them and every day they help me be a better version of myself. Maybe I will have to take them everyday, forever, and that’s OK with me.
Because I know how I feel and how I live my life without them, and I don’t like that guy.
This morning, I told someone that I know that I take medication everyday for my ‘mental uniqueness’ and he looked like at me with a look that was half pity, and half like I’d just told him a really dark and shameful secret.
I don’t want either of those reactions.
If I had chronic asthma, or diabetes, or rheumatoid arthritis, and I took medication to minimise the symptoms of them in my life, I wouldn’t be ashamed of that.
It wouldn’t be something I had to hide or be embarrassed about. It just so happens that the chronic difference I live with affects my mind, and not my lungs or my pancreas or my bones and joints.
I didn’t choose it. It chose me. It’s not a source of shame for me, its just something which is part of me.
And I’m not looking for another treatment or potion or natural remedy (so thankyou before you offer), these two pills are the result of many, many years trying to get it right, which I finally have, and I’m very happy with them.
I have lost a couple of friends – and the world has lost a couple of really great people – because they were too ashamed of their own mental uniqueness to get help, or take their medication.
And that’s too many.
So fuck your judgement, and fuck the stigma. I’m proud of every part of me, even the bits that I need a bit of help from these pills with.
This is me.
Use the hashtag #mypills if you want to help break the stigma too.
#depression #anxiety #ptsd #recovery