I am so thrilled to announce that I participated in the podcast Old Cove Road! You can give it a listen here (my episode that I am a participant in is Write For Your Life, but I urge you to listen to all of the episodes, Chris and his guests do a great job). Please check out the entire site if you’re able, it is full of amazing content having to do with mental health and social media.
The episode was actually available yesterday, but I wasn’t able to find the time to make a proper announcement in time, such is life!
Anywho, it meant the world to me to be asked to participate in this project. I have not been blogging for very long, and to be given an opportunity to speak on another platform is kind of amazing. I never in a million years imagined myself as someone who’d have a blog, let alone participate in a podcast. I used to have crippling phone anxiety. To the point of not making important appointments because I couldn’t pick up the phone.
On top of that, I have never considered what I have to say to be of any sort of significance. I am still adapting to the fact that people respond to my writing and my story. It is a weird experience that is difficult for me to describe, but I’m choosing to roll with it, continue, and see where it goes. The world can take you on such an adventure if you allow it. And it’s worth it. Healing is so fucking worth it.
Taking the time to go to therapy and really dig into your issues is hard. It is work. It can be so grueling and taxing. But all of that work is not for nothing. All of that pain, those are pains of growth. And at some point, you start to see the shifts. You realize that the darkness no longer has a stranglehold. You learn coping techniques. You train yourself and your mind to get out of those negative feedback looks. You wake up one day and realize how far you have come and you cry tears of joy instead of tears of sorrow. You come out stronger and more resilient than you could ever imagine.
I have moments where I reflect on the past, I especially go back to this winter when I was at my lowest point in terms of mental health and having my shit together. And I look in amazement and see how far I have come, how much healing has happened. It’s kind of incredible.
Am I perfect and all the way healed? Absolutely not. But I’m better equipped to handle this battle and it will only continue to improve. I will always have times where I slip. There will be times where the grief or the depression weigh me down. But I will continue to do what I do now: wake up every day and try my best. I will battle. I will grow.