July is National Minority Mental Health Month, and this is really close to my heart. Being a black woman who is suffering from a mental illness, I know all to well the stigma that is attached to it in our communities. I still get people telling me to “pray it away”, or “you shouldn’t be on them meds”! All of this is because our community lacks the education we should have about mental illness. As you all know, mental illness doesn’t care about your color, income, or gender. It still amazes me that my black brothers and sisters still won’t seek the help they need. Well I’m here to tell you that, seeking help doesn’t mean I’m weak, it means I care enough about myself to live another day. To me my diagnoses has been a blessing and a curse. A blessing, because you all get to follow me in real-time on my road to recover. A curse, because I’m still suffering and most days are not good. I still get the urge every now and then to self-loathe, drink too much, and feel guilt. This is why I’m preaching SEEK HELP PEOPLE….Also this month I will have a featured blog piece in the BLACK GIRL SMILES blog, with the focus being on why African-American Women don’t seek treatment. So I look forward to posting lots of information for this month, if just one person seeks help I have done my job…Chat soon!
Good early morning bloggers, I haven’t posted in a while. I wanted to post, but my body wouldn’t let me. My body has been stuck in depression mode this week. My mind has be clear, but my body is telling another story. I’ve been fighting a cold for almost 2 weeks, my body aches like crazy. All I can do is get up enough energy to go clean a couple of house, then back in bed I go. Been feeling so guilty and aggravated, because I feel like I have relapsed. Soon as I make progress, I take 5 steps back! So here I am up at my usual time 4 o’clock in the morning. Walking around the house the trying to figure out my life. In my head I have so much going on, I’m like this super busy person up there. In reality my body is laying in bed with no hope, self doubt, and guilt. I text my son to see if the baby was awake, thinking if I see his sweet face I could back to sleep with him in mind. You know how babies are, they have their own little schedules so he was sleeping while grandma is up. Well maybe I’ll get up make some breakfast for myself, I have a lot I want to do today, I just don’t see it happening. Chat soon…..