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Mental Health Stories

There's a pretty big misconception that people struggling with their mental health are lazy because they struggle to do things that other people can do. This is not the case, at all!
You are not lazy! -@hans_mhrecovery ❤️


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When we talk about mental illness, we often talk about this idea of a mask; a sort of front that we put on to those around us so that they don't know we're struggling. But it's okay to take that mask off, in fact it's incredibly important that we do at least every once in a while.
That's why it's so vital that we keep talking about mental health, so that as a society we start to feel more comfortable taking that mask off a bit more frequently ❤️ -@hans_mhrecovery 🌟

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Arun, 28, Wolverhampton, UK “I am a freelance support artist on television/film, 3rd Assistant Director, support staff mentor for children and also a duty manager for a Independent Art house cinema. I have featured also in newspapers, interviews for production companies including the BBC. I have also featured on many television programmes and feature length films both in front and off camera.

As well as all this, I am also a poet. I self published based on the topic of mental health. My work covers everyday feelings and situations we may come across. I believe so much in promoting good mental health, raising awareness, and supporting everyone as much as you can, whilst also practicing self care. I am currently in process of writing my second book. I have been writing ever since I was 12 and find it very calming.

Whilst life has blessed me with all these things, I have also had some turbulent times. Times growing up in youth were not always easy. I was openly bullied during my secondary school education, and it did leave a mark in the aftermath. As a result, I became an alcoholic. Whilst during the journey it was scary, and i found myself spiraling out of control, as i got older, i knew I needed to do something.

I do not believe it was racially motivated in terms of the bullying, as I went to a multi diverse secondary school, and I was on the receiving end of bullying via people from my own background. I coped during this period by just staying silent about it, and continuing on each day as it came along. I grew up in a time where I assumed it was best to stay silent, otherwise you would get into more trouble, I was wrong. Eventually when I turned 16, and was going into my a level studies, I officially had enough. I reached out in support from my family, I told them the truth, and they were by my side the entire time.

In terms of being told I would never amount to anything, this was by my so called peers and even friends during the time I was bullied. Through all of this before finding the support, I turned to alcohol from a young age.." For the full story, go to ❤️ #mhlookslike


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When we're struggling with our mental health, what seem like small achievements can actually be huge for us, and we shouldn't be afraid to celebrate them ❤️ This week for example I have read a book for pleasure, something that I haven't been able to do since I relapsed last year, and to me that is a tiny victory worth celebrating! 😊 So what victories have you had? Let us know in the comments below and we can celebrate together 😊 -@hans_mhrecovery 🌟


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Self-care is a big thing in the mental health community. There are loads of videos, blog entries and challenges for it.

This is understandable for several reasons, and I’ll give the ones that correspond to my own case.

When I do self-care, I practice self-love, in the sense that I deem myself as worthy of these acts, big and small.

Regaining self-esteem has been a life-long struggle. Recovery isn’t magic, but efforts, setbacks and more efforts, until you can find yourself again after trudging in all this mud.
The idea for this post is directly inspired from Meg’s post but I’ll assign different words than hers to fit my own self-care routines, as follows:
I dabble in the arts (drawing, sketching, painting and sculpture).
Balancing my time between each activity and interest.

Creative outlets: apart from art, I also write (notebooks for therapy, blogs for self-expression, reviews, mental health and lifestyle), digital photography and more rarely, editing photos to artistic forms.

Drinking plenty water, teas (mostly herbal but occasionally black, green, variants thereof), coffee but not too frequently as it exacerbates my anxiety if I have it too often.

Entertainment: watching movies, tv shows (usually dvds we own or borrow), more rarely documentaries.

Friendships are vital for me, despite social phobia, I need to socialize and meet friends for support, exchanging viewpoints and enriching one another’s world.

Games offline video games on pc, console, and back in the day at the arcades, have been some of my favorite pass-times, alongside board games to play in person with family and friends alike. I also love the more educational video games, for example those that I’m able to learn Chinesewhile playing.

Home is my refuge, that one place where I can stay in to avoid either bad weather, or from going out when I don’t like it. Home is also that place to receive friends for some of my other self-care routines.

Very wide intellectual pursuits and interests.

I joined a community of wonderful mental health bloggers to spread awareness in unity and strength.

For the full post, go to ❤️


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Sophie, 26, Swansea, UK “It was Sunday and I was on the 10-4 shift, it was a rough few weeks and today was the day it was all to come crashing down. I didn’t go to work, and I didn’t call anyone to say why and when the calls came through that afternoon I just ignored them, I had my reasons, but I wasn’t ready to tell anyone. The next morning before 8am I opened the shutters, placed an envelope on the floor, closed the shutter and threw my keys on the envelope before the shutter closed. I had done it, I had let my depression win. I couldn’t do it anymore.

I had held down jobs (dementia care, mental health, beauty therapy/massage therapist) studies, a social life (ok maybe that’s debatable) since I left high school whilst also holding down a 24-hour mental illness – high functioning depression and what that means is I could fool everyone into thinking I was a capable, intelligent, happy person whilst also hating myself, self-medicating and thinking about suicide. I could fake the happiest day of my life, not because I wanted too but because I needed too. As much as I wanted to hibernate and throw myself into oblivion I also wanted to live, I wanted to learn, work and meet people. So, I was stuck and left with a choice that wasn’t really mine – learn to live with depression and keep both my life and mental illness separate. And I did that very well for a very long time.

Up until entering secondary school I had a happy childhood, I grew up in Hampshire in the historic army town of Aldershot. When I was 11 I had to leave my friends behind as I entered a different high school to the rest of my class, this is when the depression first showed its face. I wasn’t a teacher pet nor was I the cheerleader type or artistic goth, I was something else, somewhere in the middle and although I wasn’t bullied like some of my classmates I was still a target. (I’d like to make a point that I don’t think bullying caused my depression what I do believe it did was awaken something that was already somewhere in my unconscious – as much as I used to try to convince myself otherwise)... For the full story go to ❤️ #mhlookslike


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Only you know what you can and can't do and so it is only you that can set your limits. Don't let anyone else do it for you! @hans_mhrecovery 💜


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When we can feel life's stresses getting on top of us it's important to take some time to do things like these that can make all make a little difference. These are just a few suggestions but you probably all know a lot more, feel free to share them below 😊❤️ -@hans_mhrecovery 🌺
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Jay, 23, Cheltenham, UK “I’ve lived with depression and anxiety since 2010 but only had a diagnosis of it since March 2018. I can remember when it all first started. First, it was a bad day, to a bad week, to a bad month to being black all the time with the occasional day or week of being happy. I suffer from depression and anxiety. Having all this occur at the end of school was hard, it was a distraction that led me to flunking my exams as I didn’t see past what I wanted to do at college. I got bullied at school for being different, which affected my self-esteem and confidence, I just didn’t feel like I was worth it. My first year of college was extremely hard, my anxiety and depression increased, I just didn’t want to be there. I didn’t understand at the time why I was feeling the way I was, I didn’t know that all this was depression, I thought it was normal to feel like I did. I had a good loving home environment so nothing should be wrong.

I left college to pursue an apprenticeship, this would turn out to be one hell of a year, the year that drove my depression and anxiety higher and higher due to being emotionally abused by a co-worker. Eventually, I got let go as there wasn’t enough work to keep me on. In 2014, 6 months after this I had my first major operation. This took its toll on me. I had to stay strong for my parents but inside I was breaking even more. 5 months later I enrolled onto another college course to get into university to study education. This would turn out to be the hardest year of my life. One which I really realised what I was going through, that I properly had mental health problems. There were days I just didn’t want to do anything, eat, sleep, get out of bed, and leave the house. It got to the stage where I didn’t want to live any more.

But I pushed myself to go, to look normal. That nothing was wrong with me, as guys shouldn’t have the issues I was. I felt I couldn’t talk to people about what I was experiencing, I didn’t want to be a burden, I had and still do have trust issues..." For the full story, go to ❤️


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Mental health is often seen as less important than physical health but that so isn't true! Your health is important and that means both physical and mental health, they go hand in hand ❤️ -@hans_mhrecovery 🌺

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❤️❤️❤️ -@hans_mhrecovery 💜


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Giulia, 20, London, UK “I had a tough childhood with several problems running for years in my family. When I turned fifteen, I thought that these issues had turned me into a strong person. I once wrote in a diary entry that in spite of all the trials and tribulations I had been through I didn’t get depressed. When I look back now I realize how naive I was at the time. As I was completing high school three years later, I really started struggling with depression.

I believe it was the result of my loneliness. For most of my teenage years, I had had no friends at all. My extreme shyness brought me into a downward spiral of social isolation. I was barely speaking to my classmates and was staying home all the time when there was no class to attend. By the time I had reached high school, nothing had changed. I felt very lonely. We were all about to part our own ways in our life and I realized that I was nothing like my classmates. I had failed to create meaningful friendships. I had no one by my side. At this time, I first experienced that feeling of emptiness. Nothing seemed to matter anymore. I used to come back from school and just nap for hours. I wrote a lot and desperately wanted to reach out but I couldn’t.

I went to university and it turned out that the unknown was absolutely daunting. I was not ready for it, mostly because of my lack of social skills. I dropped out and decided to follow my dream. I went abroad for what was supposed to be two months and lived in a hostel. There, I learned everything I needed to. I learned how to socialize and how to live in a community, and how to be more open and outgoing. This experience was life-changing. But still, I soon realized that even following my dreams and doing the best I could wasn’t going to change the truth: I was depressed. I am depressed.

I feel so lucky that I’m living part of my dream today. I’m grateful for how far I’ve come. And yet, there are still days when I wake up and feel worthless. There is no explanation for that hole in my heart. I’ve spent some of the best nights with friends..." For the full story go to ❤️#mhlookslike