Hope in a Hopeless World

Mental Health Outreach

Denial. Isolation. Flight.

Depression, Marriage, You are not alone /

I cannot pinpoint the exact moment that isolation began to creep into our lives, but slowly my husband and I experienced a steady drift toward isolation. It’s amazing looking back. One day we were the happy, power couple that would be together forever, shared every moment of success and failure, and simply did life together. The next day, we were passing ships. Lost in a world of panic attacks, nightmares, paralyzing anxiety, and fear. Passing ships that would eventually reach for permanent separation as a way out. A way to fix the pain. Naturally one would think that two best friends and life partners would connect over experiencing similar symptoms. Our mental illnesses were caused by separate events, but the symptoms were eerily similar, as were our coping styles. Denial. Isolation. Flight. Thoughts around “This is all in my head.” “I should be able to handle this.” “No one would understand.” “It’s not as bad as what other people have” “No one has noticed a change in me.” Whatever the reason for the timing, my husband and I were struck with the impact of mental illness at the same time. Unable to provide comfort or support to the other. How can two people, best friends and life partners, be sharing the same experience but still feel so alone? It was during the lowest time in our marriage, that I knew something needed to change. Symptoms that should have been obvious, had been ignored for too long. The sound of a scream on TV would send me running for cover, even in the safety of my own home. The nightmares that would come at night would soon become the reason I would live on 3 hours of sleep each night. The simple brush of my arm in a crowded space would mean that I was being violated against my will. The ring of my phone meant that there was another person calling me that I couldn’t help. Another person that needed a Social Worker with better skills than I. Hopelessness, social withdrawal, avoided eye contact, chest pain, flashbacks. Survival mode. My body and mind were doing anything it could to hide from the fears in my mind. Which meant hiding from family, friends, co-workers, and even my husband, the one true love in my life. Somehow, I even brushed off a hospital stay as a “fluke.” I was seen in the emergency room for severe abdominal pain, vomiting blood, chest pain, difficulty breathing, and irregular heartbeat and still I refused all follow-up care after the hospital visit because the doctors didn’t find anything physically wrong with me. The power of mental illness does not only affect your mind. Often the physical changes will be the first symptoms noticed. It was several months after my visit to the hospital that I finally sought treatment. After learning about my own symptoms, it became abundantly obvious that my husband was experiencing similar symptoms. Even though we had already begun the separation process, I pushed him to seek help for his symptoms. To my surprise, he followed through on his first appointment and learned that he was living with combat PTSD, OCD, and Major Depression. It was a long road to recovery for the two of us and there were mistakes that were made during this time. A time of survival. A time of seeking for anything to heal the pain, anything to distract from the living nightmare that had us trapped inside. The greatest lesson we have learned along the way, is to let people in. There are people that will understand. There are people that want to help you through and stand with you, but they cannot do that if they are not given the opportunity. Isolation is a dangerous and scary place to live. Take the first step today to reach out to someone. Schedule an appointment, find a support group, confide in a friend. The hope that comes with healing, is more than worth it. The loneliness that you may be feeling now will not last forever. In fact, the struggles that we are handed in life are bound to make us more compassionate, understanding, and strong. Use your low points in life, to prove that your trials and troubles do not define you. Tell your fear and doubts that you are in control. Author: Crystal

My Inner Critic

Love. Joy. Kindness, MH Awareness, You are not alone /

Walking into our local coffee shop, I anxiously waited for the other members of the group to arrive. It was my first time joining a group like this one. Chipping off my freshly painted nail polish from my fingernails, I watched for anyone that might be associated with the group. A friendly smiling face approached me and introduced herself as the leader of the women’s church group. Feeling like a fraud, I wanted to run out the front doors, but my feet felt like heavy weights that were keeping me frozen in place. A few others joined us at the large table and the natural progression of small talk began. Simple questions like “Are you married? Do you have any kids?” Questions that should be easy for anyone to answer. Ones that don’t require a lot of thought. When the eyes of the group turned to me, I instantly broke down in tears. Watching the confused looks on the faces around me, I felt the need to explain. But where would I even begin? The truth was that I had just learned hours before that I had been diagnosed with depression, anxiety, and vicarious trauma from my work as a social worker. Vicarious trauma, otherwise known as Compassion Fatigue, occurs from exposure to hearing trauma stories from others and being a direct witness to the emotional residue that is associated with that trauma. At the same time, my husband and I were going through separation after 8 years of marriage (Spoiler Alert: I am overjoyed to say that we did not follow through on divorce and just celebrated 9 years of marriage.) The jumbled mess of an explanation that came out next was through many tears and sobbing. I think it went something like, “My name is Crystal. I don’t know if I am married anymore. My husband has untreated combat PTSD and he has moved out. I apparently have vicarious trauma, depression, and anxiety. But we have one child, he’s 3.” Being someone that normally keeps all her feelings and emotions inside, I wanted to bolt for the exit. What could these well put together ladies possibly be thinking of me now? I quickly learned that my inner critic was much harsher then the opinions of those at the table. Instead of the judgement and shame I was expecting, I was met with love and compassion. For the next hour the group shared stories of relationship struggle and encounters with mental illness. The connection with others that had experienced similar stories brought a calm to my world. I wasn’t alone. One of these amazing women, was Elizabeth. Through conversation with her I learned that she lives with Bipolar Disorder and that we shared a similar passion of mental health awareness. In the coming months we would bond over importance of mental health. Our discussions eventually led us to pursue co-leading a peer-led mental health support group, which we successfully launched and run each month. The women from the church group were some of our first fans cheering us on when our hours of discussion and research paid off. Through Elizabeth’s unconditional love, support, and advice she has helped me in this road to recovery. It is with immense joy and honor that I announce that Elizabeth has accepted my invitation to contribute to this blog site. Please help me welcome Elizabeth as an author on the Hope in a Hopeless World site. Check out the “About Elizabeth” tab and watch for up-coming posts from her.

Introduction

Introduction /

Welcome to the first ever entry on Hope in a Hopeless World Blog Page! Just a few weeks ago, my husband and I visited a winery with some close friends. As we sat on the wooden bar stools near the owner, I noticed a young couple walk in and sit down next to us. Within minutes, the young man strikes up a conversation with the owner of the small establishment by saying, “How long have you had Diabetes?” The question seemed out of no where, at least for me someone who does not live with diabetes. I have yet to figure out what clued him in. The owner without hesitation responded to the question by offering up detailed information about her diagnosis. For the next 30 minutes they spoke of their struggles with the illness, treatment options, new studies that show promise for those with the condition, effects on daily life, and possible causes. It was an immediate connection with a complete stranger. There was no shame or fear of judgement over talking about their shared physical condition. On the way home, I thought about my own current and past diagnoses: PTSD, Depression, Anxiety, Eating Disorder, Vicarious Trauma. Then I started to think about my own circle of family, friends, and acquaintances and began to count all those that are aware of my diagnoses. I could only come up with a handful of people that were aware of all 5 diagnoses, and even fewer who know what mental illness looks like for me. What makes physical illness so much easier to talk about then mental illness? Often mental illness can feel isolating. It can feel like you alone are the only one that feels lost in a world without hope. According to National Alliance on Mental Illness (NAMI), “Approximately 1 in 5 adults in the U.S.—43.8 million, or 18.5%—experiences mental illness in a given year.” That’s just in one given year! Yet, we don’t talk about mental illness like we do physical illness. Why is that? Why can’t we discuss the challenges that come with mental illness, up coming research, potential causes, and treatment options, without feeling judged? Then I thought, maybe we can! Maybe it starts with us, those that are living with a mental illness or know someone that is. Maybe it starts with transparency, vulnerability. Bravery to say I have a mental illness, this is what it looks like, and this is what works for me.My hope through this blog is to share my story, my life, and the lessons I have learned along the way. In doing so, I hope that it provides connection and conversation for those that feel like they are alone. If you or someone you know lives with mental illness, I would love to hear from you! In the comments below, share your story of resilience and where you find hope in a world that can feel hopeless. We do not have a spirit of fear, but of Power, Love, and Self-Control. – 2 Timothy 1:7