Monday, October 22, 2012
I Asked For Help...
There were no judgmental looks. There was no derisive pointing and laughing. There wasn’t even any eye rolling or annoyed sighs. Only a light of understanding and a gentle smile.
Yes, there was a series of questions to determine what “state” I was in. There were more questions to help her make sense of the answers I’d given with the first series of questions. And yes, there was discussion about our local Mental Health Clinic and me paying a visit for an evaluation.
“I’m fine with the other stuff, it’s just everything at once…OVERWHELMED!” It made perfect sense to me.
“You said ‘this’,” as she motions at nothing in particular, “the physical combined with financial stress and your mental stress is causing the anxiety? Sweet heart, none of ‘this’ is ever going to go away. You will now be dealing with ‘this’ for the rest of your life.”
W-O-W! As silly as it sounds, it really was an amazing revelation! Flares may come and go, but auto immunes and bipolar are both for life.
So I’ll make the appointment to be re-evaluated and find out if I’ve reached a point in my journey where multi tasking my physical health and mental glitches have become too much to do without help.
I constantly say, “It’s OK to ask for help if you need it!” As difficult as it was for me, for once I followed my own advice. Because I’m human. And that’s what we humans do sometimes when doing our best isn’t quite enough. We reach out to other humans and ask.
And that, my friends, is a good thing!