My Mental Health Journey: A Snapshot

Over the past five years, my mental health has gone from chaotic to manageable - and the journey, my friends, has been a rocky one. After the passing of my father I was at a breaking point. I had a choice: call in the men in the white coats or get some help. I chose the latter (obviously).

I was 26 years old when I started my journey to becoming more mentally stable. Prior to seeking therapy I didn’t even know the true definitions of stress, anxiety, trauma, mindfulness, meditation, yoga, etc. My early twenties were spent in a high-stress sales role (which I liked at the time) but coping with that high-stress job meant self-medicating with alcohol and cigarettes to dampen those anxious feelings. Luckily, in my early twenties, hangovers were non-existent! Looking back, I was in a constant state of anxiety or panic, often caused by my job but also by years of bad mental and emotional habits and failure to recover from difficult childhood experiences.

My 31 year old self has become a little more resilient in the face of life's challenges. I no longer ask “Why me?” I’ve found that once you go down that rabbit hole, it is hard to come back up. Instead, I accept the cards I’ve been dealt and exercise