Eighteen months ago I tried to overdose on sleeping pills and antidepressants so that everything would stop.
Six months ago I broke down. I got diagnosed with PTSD and opened up about my trauma for the first time.
I’m not going to say life is sunshine and rainbows now because it isn’t.. well sometimes it is, but you just can’t plan for that.
Seeking help and going through therapy (EMDR) was some of the hardest days I’ve ever had. Confronting and reliving what happened, all your fears, all your nightmares.. it made me mentally and physically sick.
I’m still on that journey, a little further down the road, only I’m much better prepared and I know what work I need to do to get through it.
I still have depression, anxiety, ptsd and chronic illness and I’m not sure that that’ll ever change, but I can say I’m so unbelievably glad that I didn’t succeed in ending my life all those months ago.
If you read this, and you are struggling.. please believe me when I say that you can survive this. Call a friend, a relative, a helpline.. leave me a comment and I’ll happily talk to you. Just don’t give up.