My friend Jenny is speaking up about this in the month of May. How courageous of you not only to speak about it but to do so from personal experience. Jenny doesn’t speak on this in May only as her blog is dedicated to this topic. Thanks again Jenny for being so courageous.
I wish I would’ve known… That my symptoms were an actual illness. That I wasn’t alone. That medical help was available. And that I would recover.
I knew I didn’t have a normal problem. I didn’t dare divulge my secret, in fear of being ridiculed. What prevented me from talking about it was the stigma attached to mental illness.
May is Mental Health Month. And this week is National Children’s Mental Health Awareness Week. This hits close to home, so I thought this would be a good time to dedicate a post to it.
I was about ten years old when I started to have symptoms of panic disorder. Of course, I had absolutely no idea what my strange feelings were. At first I’d have episodes of disorientation. It was like I was in a fog or dream, and things didn’t seem real. Sometimes when I looked in the mirror…
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