This picture is from my balcony as I watch the world go by and wait for the evening storm to come and pass. Idyllic, serene view with lots of geese, deer and tons of people walking along the trail except tonight.
I have been thinking a lot about my mental health over the last couple of months. How can I not, so much has happened. The world is changing. Everyday seems to bring a new normal. My mental health has wavered and I have worked very hard to prevent myself from going down the rabbit hole.
I am glad that I have had my partner, my rock, my sweetie beside me. I am glad that I have been able to talk to my stepdaughter and grandson who always brings a smile to my face. Every time we talk to them we spend the next several hours reliving the moments of their prior visits.
I am glad that I work in healthcare and have not had work interruptions like so many thousands of other people. I love my career, I have great colleagues and staff that are committed to providing quality front line community service. I feel for the people who have lost their jobs or laid off through this crisis.
As we work through the pandemic we are encountered with the jarring reality that are society is unjust, unfair, skewed and racist. White privilege is prevalent, especially white male privilege. In Canada, a number of incidents involving Indigenous men and women have ended in lives being lost at the hands of Police and RCMP. South of the border multiple African Americans lost their lives at the hands of Police and white males. In also doesn’t help when the Orange Menace is provoking his support base and flaunting all professional advice in an effort to get re-elected. It is sad that the best the Americans can come up with to determine the next President are two Septuagenarians. I wonder if Vegas is taking odds whether they will last their term.
No wonder one’s mental health is compromised. Before I was formerly diagnosed with depression and anxiety I used to say I am in a funk and unfortunately the funk could last for weeks or months. Now I am educated and recognize that depression is a flaw in chemistry not character.
Depression is either a curse or blessing. Some days it can be both or just one or the other. Some days my depression is triggered be something someone said or did. Other days I can wake up and not feel the love, lacking energy or motivation. It is really hard to explain and yet easy to explain. When I am anxious, I freeze on the spot. My mind shuts for a few seconds and can’t process information. For a few seconds to a few minutes I become paralyzed. Do I like being this way? No. I am appreciative to have a partner and my support network who understand me and mental health sometimes better than I do.
I have learnt to be kind, appreciative, supportive and empathetic. I know what triggers me and what my core emotions are and able to react to these. I allow my emotions to flow. I still take things personally, I am accountable for my actions. I am perfectly imperfect. Be yourself.