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Nate, 30, Colorado, USA *** TRIGGER WARNING: MENTIONS SUBSTANCE ABUSE/SUICIDE***
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. “I was born in 1988 and I am recovering from substance abuse and meth induced psychosis.

I felt my mental health condition was unique because I was not only dealing with the drugs, but I had birthed a horrible psychosis that was very severe. During active addiction, I took 13 trips to county jail, survived 5 suicide attempts, and persevered through many other traumatizing things I saw on the streets. I lost many of my closest friends to suicide and other incidences involving substance abuse.

I got clean in 2008 off of heroin and meth, and became sober off of alcohol in 2016. I was sick and tired of going to jail and tired of trying to commit suicide, and that was my motivating factor to quit drugs. For years, I tried to deal with psychosis through heavy drinking, but all I did was land a 3rd DUI. The DA dropped my case and I decided alcohol was no longer of benefit to me or my psychosis. I had to re learn how to walk, talk and act once I had discovered the new, drug free and psychosis free me.

I am now a personal trainer and use fitness daily for my mental and emotional therapy. I eat right, exercise 5-6 times a week and am a couple months away from publishing a book about my life called #ZeroToHero. I just started a mentorship program for kids struggling with substance use that involves education on fitness and nutrition. I am also in the beginning stages of starting an addiction treatment center for kids. I work hard and I am beyond inspired and motivated to make sure I change the world for the better.

I have made it my mission to inspire as many people as I can. I have a beautiful fiancé, a son, 4 step sons and a huge network of supporting friends and family.”


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If something matters to you, then it's important, don't let anyone make you think otherwise ❤️ -@hans_mhrecovery 💚


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There is no such thing as a bad body! No matter what shape, what size, what your skin looks like, none of that matters. All our bodies are good bodies, no matter what they look like ❤️ -@hans_mhrecovery 💙


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Brandon, Kentucky, USA **** TRIGGER WARNING: MENTIONS SUICIDE/SELFHARM ****
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“I’ve battled bipolar disorder (extreme depression, anxiety, paranoia) for almost twenty years. I’m married with three kids and finally live a happy life. Two things that have helped me the most are the medication I currently take and the support from those around me, especially my wife.

The three day stint in the hospital taught me one thing: I could hide my illness exceptionally well. Even though I admitted myself for thoughts of self-harm, I wore a mask that deceived everyone. The mania that had been slowly building, which I was unaware of at the time, was stirring. I smiled and laughed with the doctors and nurses when they entered my room during the day. I even remember calling each by name trying to show some sort of confidence. I interacted with other patients at meal time, joking with them and playing checkers and chess. I was truly out of my mind, but I was doing a damn good job of hiding it

On the third day, since there was nothing that appeared to be mentally wrong with me, my wife was called in to have a “family meeting.” While I was inpatient, I was assigned a psychiatrist, a nurse, and a therapist, whom all attended. They believed that the reason for my stay was due to marriage issues that needed to be addressed outside of the hospital. I don’t remember exact details from my short stay, but I was able to make everyone believe, including myself, I didn’t need to be there. My manic mind had created an alter ego controlling every thought that sped through my brain while allowing my body to desperately hang on for the ride. The rollercoaster of emotions was running at full speed.

I left the hospital thinking I had everything under control…

About a week after my stay, I was laying in bed alone with tears running down my face. Looking back, my mind was the sickest it had ever been. Confusion and lies wrapped themselves around every thought that came. Depression had once again taken hold. In one hand, I held my phone frantically scrolling..." For the full story go to www.mhstories.com ❤️


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You do you ❤️ -@hans_mhrecovery 💕


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When we spend all our time worrying about the future, we create problems for ourselves in the present about situations that may not ever even exist. Focussing on the present and just getting through what is happening to you right now is so important. Let's take this one day at a time ❤️ -@hans_mhrecovery ❤️


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Valentina, 30, Mexico City, Mexico **** TW: Mentions suicide, abortion ****
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The last five years have been the best and worst of my life. I finished med school, met the love of my life, finished my post graduate training in Palliative Care, got married, traveled to amazing places, met and cared for wonderful patients but also, tried to kill my self, separated from my husband, lost the support and respect of my co-workers, my father died while we weren’t speaking to each other, had an involuntary abortion, and almost lost my career. People can’t believe this when I finally open up and tell them; they say I seemed so strong and happy, a hard worker and responsible, in a loving and happy marriage. Maybe this is because I’ve been living in secrecy and struggling every day for the past five years; almost like living a double life. I’ve had great moments and terrible ones and no one knew what was going on inside my head.

I first developed symptoms when I was 25. Since then, I’ve gone through 4 different psychiatrists, and four different diagnoses, taken over 7 different types of medication. At one time the side effects were so bad I couldn’t keep working at the hospital any more and had to restart my training from the beginning a year later. Once my hair started falling out as a side effect from one of the medicines I was taking and I decided (together with my husband and doctor) to take a break and detoxify. I didn’t realize until it was too late that I had fallen into depression and didn’t ask for help.

I tried to kill my self (luckily I was found on time). By then, my husband couldn’t deal with the severity of my mental illness any more and developed anxiety himself. I was finally diagnosed with a borderline personality disorder and it was both a relief-to have a reason for all the things I did, to not feel like I was a bad person, and frightening because I knew I had to live with this for the rest of my life and that I could loose everything (my career, my partner, the love of my family)...." For the full story, go to www.mhstories.com ❤️


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You are entitled to whatever it is you need to survive and thrive with mental illness and asking for that support is in no way you overreacting ❤️ -@hans_mhrecovery ❤️


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We're all human, all only one person, and all only capable of so much. It's okay to recognise that you cannot do everything ❤️ -@hans_mhrecovery ❤️


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Sian, 28, London “I’m Still Here. I’ve lost count of the amount of times I’ve tried to write this. Feel like a complete fraud, sharing my story when I’m struggling but this darkness has been lingering for a long time now. It’s been here before, presenting itself in slightly different ways just so it can remind me I don’t understand it fully. This time it has a very tight grip and I am struggling to find my way out.

I’ve read others stories about how they have embraced their diagnosis and are in remission or recovery but I can’t do that. I have stopped myself writing my truth for so long out of fear my negativity won’t benefit anyone else so there’s no point in writing it… but then maybe it will, maybe someone else feels like I do.

My name is Sian, I’m 28 years old and live near London. A couple of years ago I was diagnosed as Type 2 Bipolar. I didn’t even know there were different types until a friend was diagnosed as type 2 so that’s when I started to do my own research and talk to counsellors about the possibility that I was too. It didn’t go much further than a conversation and I just carried on with life and the great many things it throws at you. I’d been in counselling on and off but it had always been for particular things like my grandfathers death; I’d never considered the fact that what I was feeling was more than just circumstantial.

Fast forward a few years and suddenly I wasn’t coping with anything anymore. I was crying my eyes out at work and having panic attacks daily. I’m not entirely sure how I got to that point, my memory isn’t what it used to be so there’s a lot I don’t remember around that time, all I know is that my counsellor and my partner at that time were so worried that they encouraged me to see my doctor. Then followed the familiar story of a lot of experimenting with different drugs, lowering the doses as much as possible to minimise the side effects; who knew I’d be so damn sensitive!.." To read the full story, go to www.mhstories.com ❤️


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For any of you lovelies needing this right now. Please try not to believe everything your mental illness is telling you, because mental illnesses are amazing liars 💜 - @hans_mhrecovery ❤️


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