Hope in a Hopeless World

Mental Health Outreach

Healed

Bipolar /

While ringing up the wrapping paper and first birthday card for our nephew, the cashier asks, “Would you like a bag?” “No thank you.” I respond. “Unless it started raining again…” I add looking out the front of the store at the clouds in the sky. “Yeah, Mother Nature is so bipolar.” The cashier says with a chuckle. I grit my teeth, quickly take my receipt and head out the door. The weather isn’t bipolar, but I am. I thought to myself as I got into my car. I really wish people wouldn’t use mental illnesses as adjectives. This has always been a serious pet peeve of mine. Whether it is to describe a person that is acting irrationally or a way to joke about Minnesota’s weather, it is not accurate, and it is not funny. Bipolar disorder is a real illness that real people wake up with and manage every single day. I know I am ultra-sensitive to this. And I know most people aren’t trying to be offensive. I know strangers andacquaintances can’t tell that my mood fluctuates throughout the day and with the seasons. So, I should just lighten up, right? Well, no. We need to watch our words. We need to be kind. We need to be mindful of the truth that those around us may be struggling or may have gone through something in the past that is still affecting them today. I usually just let these comments roll off my back. If they know me, I get that side-ways glance, with the apologetic look that says, “Whoops, I shouldn’t have said that.” It’s fine, I think to myself. They didn’t mean anything personal by it. Maybe they just momentarily forgot because I’m doing well, I’m stable. Some would even consider me in recovery from my mental illness, but can you really be healed from a mental illness? Can you be healed from an unpredictable beast that once landed you in a psychiatric hospital and requires daily management to keep you from ending up there again? Satan wants me to believe that I’m not healed and never will be. He drops these hurtful words off the tongues of man to trip me up. He whispers that my bipolar disorder has a strong-hold on me that will prevent me from living out my dreams. But, guess what, Satan? While I may have the internal scars and three little pills that remind me daily what I’m up against, my heart is healed and I have been made whole. I have been healed by a loving, never failing, powerful God. He has taken my pain, my wounds and my imperfections and woven them togetherbeautifully to be used for His glory. And the best thing about healing is that it is available to all of us. We know that the hurts of this world leave scars that can be devastating and life changing. We may feel as though nothing will ever change or get better. We may fear that we will never feel like ourselves again. Don’t believe the lies Satan uses to distract us. If we put our faith and trust in the ultimate healer, we will be made whole again. “Jesus turned and saw her. “Take heart, daughter,” he said, “your faith has healed you.” And the woman was healed at that moment.” Matthew 9:22

Elizabeth’s Truth

Bipolar, MH Awareness, You are not alone /

#YouAreNotAlone #MentalHealthAwarenessMonth How has mental illness impacted your life? Mental illness has affected my life in many ways. It can keep me in bed all day. It can give me boosts of energy. It can make me emotionless. It can make me irritable, bring deep sadness and moments of elation. It is challenging and ever-changing. Mental illness has a mind of its own, inside my own mind.  What does mental health look like for you? Mental health has been a learning process.  It has been about getting to know myself. It has been acceptance of my illness and treatment regimen as part of my reality, but not allowing it to define me, or what I can accomplish. It has been a team effort of doctors, therapists, family, friends and other peers who live with mental illness. It has been about learning to let others in. Helping others in their own journeys in living with mental illness has become my passion and has given me purpose in life. I want to be part of setting a new example for future generations to come so that it becomes the norm to be open about mental illness. Together we can live successful and happy lives by providing each other with the support we need.

An Unexpected Nudge

Bipolar, Featured, Introduction, MH Awareness /

Hi!  My name is Elizabeth and I am thrilled to have the privilege to contribute to this wonderful blog. As Crystal mentioned in her last post, we met at a woman’s group which I lovingly refer to as “Coffee Group.”  It’s just a small group of real women gathering together a few nights a month to drink coffee and chat about life. I am not one to hold back details about my personal life and most people probably think I overshare, so surprisingly I hadn’t shared much at Coffee Group about my mental illness.  In fact, aside from brief comments here and there, I hadn’t really talked about it with anyone for a long time.  My psychiatry check-ups had been reduced down to 20 minutes two times a year.  I had been managing it well for several years and feeling back to myself, so why talk about it? Following my hospitalization and diagnoses of Bipolar I in 2011, I had a strong desire to connect with others that had similar experiences.  After taking part in group therapy, I tried out a depression and bipolar support group in the Minneapolis area.  While it was comforting to hear from others going through similar struggles, it didn’t feel quite right for me and I only attended a handful of times. I later attended a mental health conference in Miami with my sister and was inspired to start a local support group, and took several steps in that direction, but never saw it through.  I always chalked it up to being too busy at work or at home, when in reality it was my fear of putting myself out there and lack of confidence as a leader that kept me from pursuing it. During one Coffee Group last year we were discussing how we can use our God-given gifts to serve others.  We were going around the table each sharing something meaningful to us – working with children, instructing yoga, and dog therapy were among some of the ideas these beautiful women were passionate about.  When it was my turn, I nervously explained that I wanted to start a mental health support group, and also shared some of my fears surrounding it.  The outpouring of encouragement from the other women was amazing, but I still had that nagging, negative “You can’t do it” thought stuck in my head. After our group ended, Crystal approached me.  We talked for a moment about our shared experience living with mental illness and then she said it…she would be willing to co-lead a support group with me.  I was speechless (that takes a lot!) and beyond excited.  The thought of leading was a scary thing for me and now that huge barrier was removed by someone I had just met.  I told her I would love that and we agreed to talk again soon. I am so thankful that I decided to talk about my experience and my vision that night and even more thankful that Crystal decided to reach out to me.  Our friendship began that day, and I am very proud to say our journey as co-leaders of an official mental health support group commenced in March of this year.  We are just getting started in our shared goal of raising mental health awareness and breaking the stigma surrounding it. The process will look a little different for each of us, but there is true peace and healing in finding your tribe, your community, your support.  Whether it be through family, friends, church, a local support group, an online blog, or a combination of these things, please know you are not alone and you don’t have to let your mental illness define you or your life. We hope you will join us on this journey and invite others too – the bigger the circle, the bigger the impact.  If you or someone you know is living with a mental illness and would like more information about finding a local support group, please reach out to us. Author Elizabeth