No one asked to need help
“Jesus loves me this I know, for he gave me Lexapro.”- Glennon Doyle
Its mental health awareness month.
I mean, thanks I’m PLENTY aware, but I’m also thinking maybe I should talk about it.
No one asked for low grade depression (or high grade, for that matter).
No one asked to be crushed by the cognitive load of the current state of the world.
No one asked for everything to feel so heavy. No one asked to need help.
Getting help is hard. It took me 6 years after a traumatic event to ask for help. It took me three years after my first public panic attack to finally reach out about medication. I’m fortunate it only took me this long.
I’m privileged to have a therapist I have built a relationship with over the course of 4 years , who encourages me to ask some hard questions but also be kind to myself. She supported me when I came to realize that I couldn’t do this alone, and needed to medicate.
No one asked for this, but I’m glad I asked for help.