Margie, I wish my Doctor had lived a little longer, as I know full well that I recently have required a kick in the ass to sort myself. Since my time with him was "recent" (it's all relative) I tend to reflect back on what he said, and what I learned. I find as I am aging, exponentially, I am finally, finally
understanding all the things that didn't make sense to me before.
Life is a journey, and one that should be taken with the best possible Professional assistance that is required to live a happy and fulfilled life. I have two axes to grind in this life, and perhaps one day I'll have the ability and time to address each.
The first would be the overhaul of the Childrens' Aid Society in Canada. Blood is not MORE IMPORTANT than love....period. The second one would be the social stigma attached to mental health. Our brain is another organ in our body that needs to be treated from time to time. It doesn't mean one is weak, failing, incapable, or any other adjective one wishes to give it. What it does mean is one is seeking to improve one's life overall, and therefore have the ability to pass that knowledge down.
Some people seek refuge in their religion. Others seeks refuge in a bottle, or with a pill, or other drugs. The truly sane ones go and talk to someone who knows what it takes to make a person whole, and how to not just overcome or survive, but to thrive under the most adverse conditions. Couple that with going to Church if that is part of one's life, or talking to friends, with the goal being to better oneself.
I am totally not a fan of any of the psychotropic drugs. I've never taken them and refuse to even try them. However, I will take a "happy" pill when I'm extremely stressed or nervous just to get me to the other side and stop my brain from "over thinking". In the 50's, they were called "Mother's Little Helpers" and were certainly abused as a lot of women from that generation, as well as in the 60's, and a lot of women were closet alcoholics. As long as it all looked alright on the outside, no one need peek inside....Betty Ford was a pioneer when it came to shedding a light on that. 2 mg. of Valium is nothing. My dog Sally took 10 mg of Valium prior to a thunderstorm! Better living through chemistry, and ultimately I firmly believe in "talk therapy" but that shouldn't be a "life long" event.
It's a bridge to help one to the other side so they don't pass it down, and don't carry it with them forever. Mental health issues are also genetic, which has been proven.
Much like when a woman is first pregnant, the most delicate time is switching from the first trimester to the second, when the baby goes from being an embryo to a fetus. That is when most miscarriages occur. Once we're born, many psychological disorders occur around the end of the teen years, and if ignored and left untreated, end up being Psychosis or Schizophrenia. A year ago at this time, that was a huge concern with a loved one of mine. Fortunately, it ended up being just teen angst. You can bet though that I jumped through hoops to obtain the best help immediately as this is not a stigma, nor should it ever be, much like a back injury, or Migraines.
My Mum, God bless her, is a "head in the sand" type of person, but she had to be to survive growing up during the War living so close to the English Channel. They were bombed constantly, and to her it was a game to hear the whining sound of a bomb and see who would remain standing the longest, like a dare, before they took cover or laid flat on the ground. She is still that way and it has served her well. She didn't have the luxury of over thinking anything as mere survival daily was the goal. As Pink Floyd so eloquently put it "hanging on in desperate silence is the English way".
These are not those times, and there should be no shame attached to seeking help from a Professional so we can learn how to do it better, and pass that on. It used to be called "Shell Shocked", now it's called PTSD.
Phyrie darling, do whatever it takes to make yourself whole. You were a very young Mother and had virtually no time as an adult to even learn who YOU are. Now is that time darling. I support you 100% and admire your candor about it all.
Even though I know you don't necessarily "believe", I always keep you in my prayers as it can't hurt! It might even help.
Margie, you are too cool for school angel. I was thinking of you today when there was an advertisement for a school on learning how to be a "Massage Therapist". The part that reminded me of you is how you occasionally treat yourself, as does Kwak (btw we haven't heard from her in ages) and how I could really use a good 45 minute massage right now from one of those fellows I've posted in the Birthday threads! A girl can dream.
Sorry to go on in your thread Phyrie.
I loves ya! ♥