It’s the last day of Mental Health Awareness Month, and some of you may wonder how I’m doing with my therapist. Without revealing too much, I will say that we are getting along great. He also does some art therapy so we may explore that area a little more. He seems to understand (and works to continue to understand) some of the more unconventional aspects of my life. He treats me with respect. Like the best healthcare providers, mental or physical, I always feel like he is on my side. He challenges me to think about things in my life I hadn’t really contemplated before. I find that I am more thoughtful during the week because of it.
Also? He’s a fellow dork. We’ve had a couple of conversations about RuPaul’s Drag Race and comic books.
There’s been a lot of candid talk about depression around the DOC this month, and I want to thank all my fellow PWDs for sharing their stories. We are truly not alone.
Whether you're happy, unhappy, confused, anxious, coping, not coping, manic, depressed, whatever you are, just remember that mental health is a healthcare concern too. There is no shame in getting help. It's only going to make your life better. Just be patient--it takes time. Just look at me. I'm still learning. But I think I am on the road to feeling like myself again.