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I have been lowering my dosage on a mood stabilizer medication and due to having an extreme sensitivity to these things, I have been experiencing extreme side effects. You know when you read about a med and see that there is a 0.01% chance a particular symptom will occur? Well, that is my life! Lol!

I’ve learned to accept it because I cannot change it. It made me so angry that I can’t take Benadryl, Tylenol, anything that effects the Central Nervous System, allergy pills, etc. So I asked my psychiatrist, “why?!” Because it didn’t seem fair. She performed a genetic test that went into great detail about how my genes interact with medication. Talk about a mind blowing encounter with scientific facts.

I consider myself lucky to have a care partner who is always accepting of me. If you have even one person in life that accepts you at your worst you are already considered wealthy. You’ve been blessed by angels that are very special…

See… helping someone with mental health struggles is so difficult! What do you say? Or do you say nothing? What if they don’t reach out to you, do you reach out to them? The answer is “yes”.

Just, yes. Say, “Thank you for sharing this with me, I imagine it is very difficult and you are being brave speaking up for the parts of you that are suffering.”

Say “I’m here for you.”

Say “I’m not leaving your side and I will fight with you.”

I believe one of the most courageous things anyone can do is speak up and ask for help. It takes a tremendous amount of vulnerability to admit we are lacking in an area that others can help with while knowing the risk of denial or rejection of even saying anything. It is so much easier to hide in a dark room and hold the pillow tight to avoid the world.

……And THAT is how the first half of my day started. With the side effects, I have random outbursts of crying, extreme fatigue that will make random appearances, hallucinations, severe depression, and anxiety panic attacks. I hid in my room HOPING the man I see wouldn’t come back to try to harm me. I jumped in the shower and was immobile for a good hour.

When I walked out of the bathroom, my care partner greeted me. They helped me into bed, held my hand, and said, “I’m here with you.”

I cried more. There is something about knowing someone cares THAT much. It’s touching. And it can be that simple.

So, please. Say yes! Say “I’m here.” And reach out to others in hope to make the fight against mental health just a little bit easier in the world.


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