My college years were some of my toughest years of living with mental illness that I went through. It’s when things got so bad I was forced to get professional health.
In February I fell ill again, mentally. I ended back in a psychiatric ward after last being in one in August last year. I failed my new years resolution of not going into hospital but it could not be helped, after all, I don’t have control over my illnesses.
I was moderately depressed at the time but that was not the reason for my inpatient stay. I became psychotic again, not to the extreme of my last manic episode but enough to put myself in danger.
2016 has not been the best year – Brexit, Trump and the numerous celebrity deaths such as George Michael, David Bowie and Carrie Fisher to name a few. But 2016 has been a disappointing year for me personally.
I reached multiple peaks of mental illness that have contributed many things to making this year one I wish to forget.
At the end of July 2016 I became quite ill mentally although I was oblivious that there was something wrong. After a crazy week I ended up being sectioned in hospital for a month.
It started with a heightened mood, I felt on top of the world, was booming with confidence, very motivated, energetic, talkative and euphoric. Basically the opposite of my suicidal self I was earlier in the month. This all probably sounds great and a good thing, but there is more…
This is a bit scary to put out there as it’s the first time I’ve spoken properly about my struggles to people I know that aren’t my family and closest friends. And I have a bad habit of oversharing so this is probably going to be too detailed. But today is World Mental Health Day so what better day to start speaking about it. I want to break the stigma attached to it and fight for what I believe in – that mental health problems should be treated equally to physical health problems