“Do you ever just want to scream?” was the text message I sent to three of my friends last week.
There are times, we drive ourselves to mental, emotional and physical exhaustion. I hope I have been honest in the past about my mental health struggles, it’s something I have dealt with since…forever. I can’t remember a time anxiety wasn’t a factor in my life. If you’re reading this, you are not alone. Repeat after me:
I AM NOT ALONE.
It really is an epidemic in our country, one that people would prefer to keep hidden. We’re embarrassed to admit it, seek treatment or talk about it with those closest to us. According to Pine Rest, mental illnesses affect 19% of the adult population, 46% of teenagers and 13% of children each year. People struggling with their mental health may be in your family, live next door, teach your children, work in the next cubicle or sit in the same church pew.
I AM NOT ALONE.
I am one of those people that feels they can’t appear weak or less than capable – I mean aren’t we all feeling that pressure? What will my employees think? My clients? My family? My friends? My dogs (yes, I really think that).
Want to know what those badass women responded via text?
- I’ve been ornery AF.
- Schedules. Husbands. Politics. Housework. Job Work. I’m feeling the stress of it all lately.
- I was spying on my husband through our dog monitors to see if he was doing any housework while I was gone (ok, that was me).
Listen we’re all a little fucked, we live in stressful times. You gotta take care of you, spend a weekend recharging, exercise (if that’s your thing) or bring your girls together and just bitch.
YOU ARE NOT ALONE.
